What Can I Do if I Travel to Fgo? I'm Desperate Too

This is not a conversation.Dialogue is the condition for two people to exchange sentences with each other.

But the clown didn't expect an answer at this time.Just to tell you, and then, give you a death.It's such a simple and crisp thing.This is the only meaning of her existence now.

It's not him as a clown, nor he as a demon, but standing here, eager to use the death of others to witness his own life in the way of demon killing, a murderer who fills up the eternal dissatisfaction with the same emptiness .

Wherever the dagger is swung, slashed, or slashed by the wind or light, everything is shattered, and the color of disillusionment is silent, neither grand nor bright.

In order to prevent the katana from being cut off in an instant, the samurai immediately changed his posture.

The whole body drew a spiral like a dance. While turning the body, he retracted the right gun, and then stabbed with the left hand for the second time. The blade of the gun pulled by the centrifugal force drew a wonderful attack line with a good gun feel. The blade was straight at the clown's heart.

But it failed to hit, but just after the shot was stabbed, something that had surpassed the prediction had an effect on the clown.

Almost at the same moment when the gun was fired, the clown transformed into two phantoms, dodging the attack directly.

'Intuition? 'Disillusionment frowned, but did not stop the attack in his hands.The advantage of spinning to catch up lies in the continuous attack.The samurai sword in the left hand was only half retracted, and the samurai sword in the right hand had already been swept out. While twisting his body again, the samurai stepped forward mercilessly and stepped heavily on the ground.

The extreme power of human beings instantly shattered the ground. Like a giant hammering the ground, the ground within a few meters suddenly collapsed, shattered, and turned into a huge cracked spider web. Extremely dust filled the battlefield of the confrontation.

"Do you want to escape?" The clown asked in a low voice, and with a wave of his hand, he killed the smoke screen that obstructed his vision, but the moment the dust cleared, it was the warrior's knee that came through the air.

"Wrong answer." Neither excited nor frustrated, the voice of ignoring was equally cold.Neither of the two people at war is the type to care about their own lives.It's not that I pursue death, but that I don't care about life.

One is an uncle who is so unscrupulous that he just promised to stay here, and the other is a demon clown who can kill meaningless people without getting bored.

There is no meaning to fighting, it is just the necessity of the system for the player to try.The knee hit the demon clown's stomach hard.

Although at the last moment he blocked the knee blow with his hands folded and counterattacked with a knife, but because he didn't have time to aim at the death line in a hurry, it was just an ordinary cut.

"Tsk..." As soon as it was hit, the arm began to howl, and the lungs began to resist working in pain.But the clown's blood was gradually boiling.

"What, didn't you run away?" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the already crazy clown smiled like a maniac.

that is really good···

worth killing...

The clown was genuinely delighted.

Not long after I woke up from the mass grave, who was I?Why is it here?Don't know, don't know, confused?That's all in the past.

I am a clown, and I came here to bring myself joyful memories. I know clearly that there is no such thing as confusion.

However, the demon rejoiced in meeting the samurai.Unlike League of Legends, this isn't a subtle reunion that you can't even tell the color of.The opponent is not a character who will confuse himself like those killers in the League of Legends.

However, it is a perfect opponent.You don't need to know names, you don't need to care about ideas, as long as you fight and kill each other.People who have no meaning at all, there is only one way to witness each other from the beginning.

——It's killing each other over there!Kill kill kill kill.

Kill you, you are dead, so I am alive. The idea of ​​murderers is not so simple. Their worldview is full of joy and poetic charm.No one understands the boundary between life and death better than a murderer.

Because, from the very beginning, they were actually the living on the side of the dead.Then, just the second after the attack stopped, the confrontation began again.

The uncle in the dark blue yin-yang robe rushed over with a samurai sword formed with magic power in his hand.Bow's samurai swords intertwined into the word X behind him, and the clown reacted just by looking at the overlapping order.

'Left hand? 'The samurai sword in the left hand is stacked on top of the samurai sword in the right hand.Although it doesn't mean that you can't use your right hand first, but there is no doubt that the threat will be extremely low, and even a temporary reaction is not bad.The demon clown stomped on the concrete floor and jumped over it.

The ground has become shattered because of the samurai's stepping on the ground just now. When the foot exerted force, the ground that touched it had reached the end of its life.The cracked ground was shaking, and when the devil leaped out, it became more crooked.However, this is nothing to be concerned about.

The clown who flew over, a red clown suit, turned into gorgeous red traces in the air, and the hunter, as nimble as a cheetah, went straight to the left side of the samurai.

"It's too direct, it's useless even if you guessed it right!" Life and death disillusioned, and they fought back neatly.He didn't stop, and at the same time as the knee bump was successful, he had already rushed over again. Unexpectedly, his left pistol stabbed out, drawing a blue trace in the air.Tried to kill, but the moment before the hit, the blade of the samurai sword trembled abnormally.

"!?" The devil clown's eyes widened, watching helplessly, his blade slipped away from the gap of death he could see, and landed on the perfect sword, sparking a stream of sparks.

Crooked! ?what happened! ?The astonishment lasted for a sixth of a second, and then the clown finally figured out what happened at that moment just now.

It's shaking!At the last moment when the clown swung the knife, disillusionment shook the blade in his hand, causing the entire blade to vibrate, shifting the blade aimed at the dead line of the blade by about one centimeter.

And it is this centimeter that distinguishes whether the samurai sword is broken or intact.

"Drink!" shouted angrily, the strength of the clown and the power of the samurai seemed to be vastly different, even if it was confined to the realm of phantom, it was still an existence that the clown could not really destroy.

It doesn't matter if the blade is blocked, under the vigorous swing, the clown's body is pushed away, and the distance is far away.The hand holding the knife was not only numb from the shock.

But even so, the danger has only just begun.The clown stared wide-eyed in the air about three meters above the ground, watching helplessly as the samurai decisively made a throwing motion! ——Holding the samurai sword upside down with his left hand, his body and arms formed a T-shape in a projection posture.

Ignoring and bending back, it reminds people of Western javelins, but what the samurai is holding is clearly called a sword.The clown recalled that guy's explosive power, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

'Never get hit by this one! 'You don't have to think about it, you know, if you get shot, I'm afraid there will be no drama at all.Must get out of the way!No matter what method!

The burning heat of the brain made the eyeballs seem to be on fire. Life and death, ideas, calculations, and everything else are useless. Just the wild primitive intuition has already made the clown make moves.

He bent down like a beast, landed on all fours, and—— galloped forward.

"Drink——!!!" The samurai threw out the arrow formed by magic power, and the blow that cleared the air swept across the sky with the roar of a raptor.

The abnormal air flow is rolled up, and the force of the spiral forms a subtle cyclone.

Like a tornado, a blow within the common sense of physics flashed past the demon clown who dodged for the first time.

He bent down with all his strength, but the clown galloping like a wild beast had no time and did not dare to raise his head.The feeling of the wind sweeping over the scalp makes people feel cold, as if the bone marrow has been pumped, and even the feet are numb.

But the clown didn't stop.

The blackness in the eyes became more and more intense, and even the samurai shivered slightly just by looking at it.

"Missed!" The result is already known at the moment of throwing. After all, although my instant shooting is outstanding, the opponent is still not mediocre. It is still beyond the level of ordinary players.

Dash forward, and fight the clown again.Techniques that have been used once are still valid.The clown, who had no way to temporarily change the attack direction of the sword in a few tenths of a second, could only rely on luck to cut off the samurai sword in Huan Mian's hand.

Ping ping pong! !In the bursting sparks, the uncle in the blue kimono and the devil in the red clown costume in front of him kept backing and advancing towards each other, and the hands of both sides were numb from the impact again and again.

It won't work like this.Both sides are all too aware of this.

There is only one result if this goes on, that is, whichever hand can no longer hold the knife first, then it will be killed by one blow.

"Are you still thinking about it?"—but even such thinking is not allowed.

While thinking, the enemy has already rushed up, and in the empty eyes, there are obviously ridicule words, but there is not even the slightest smile.

No, not just without a smile, but without any emotion.

A pure war weapon is nothing more than that, right?Nothing but fights, no mistakes—whether always, or just because of fighting.

Such an enemy has aroused the fighting spirit of both sides.

Thoughts like 'want to kill him' couldn't be stopped.

Just thinking about it made my brain burn.

The clown is a murderer who has not experienced awakening, and the man in front of him has lost count of the number of times between life and death.

A little bit jealous, a little bit annoyed?Not sure, because it was the first time since waking up.

"Really, you will be scolded by the superior..."

The blue-haired samurai has already attacked mercilessly. Although he can barely see the action, but that kind of battle is too perfect, no matter whether it is mind, body, and skill, it is unimaginably coordinated. Is it really human?

Leaning down, the blade and the sword body rubbed against each other again and sparks were produced.

It's about to break—

Glancing at the blade, even Seiko's metal weapons can't withstand such a high-intensity battle, and it's unknown whether the next attack will break.

We can't procrastinate any longer, even if we pay the price, we must take him down.

Both sides silently made up their minds.

Even if it fails, it's just death, but are both parties afraid of death?

Each asked himself a little bit.

Ahhh...it's really nothing...

Kill each other, as for killing others by yourself, isn't it too capricious?

'I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing in the past, a little bit, I have to take some risks' I just don't know why, at such a critical moment, the figure of myself before amnesia flashed in the clown's mind.

"Really—" So it's complaining again...

Kill you!

Kill you!

Both sides shouted out their own ideas at the same time!

The Day of Creation (Preface)

Recording 0 years and 1 day, the God of Creation—Dark Fantasy was born

Recorded in the 0th year and 12th day of the century, 12 Dora, the first peripheral life, appeared on the island of God.

Recorded 0 years and 13 days, Chuangshi God made the first hut

On the 0th day of the 26th year of the World Records, the other world trek group was shipwrecked. In the end, only two people named Ling Dang and Xiaoyun drifted to the island of God.

On the 0th day of the year 30, Xiaoyun began to build a self-help villa.

In the 0th year and 40th day of the record, the house of the Creator God was destroyed, and the bell made a new shelter at the same time.

On the 0th day of the year 46, the shelter made by Bell was destroyed, and Xiaoyun's self-rescue villa was built.

In the 0th year and 49th day of the century, the construction of the bell red stone track was completed,

On the 0rd day of the year 53, Yuyuko was hungry and floated to the nearby island of the gods.

Recorded 0 years and 56 days, UUZ was hungry and was rescued by Xiaoyun.

In the 0th year and 60th day of the record, Penglai Yehui Mountain arrived at the Island of God due to the distortion of time and space.

Recorded 0 years and 76 days, UUZ Hungry and Penglai Yehuishan established an inspection tube under the construction track.

Recorded in the 0th year and 100th day of the century, Penglai Yehui Mountain established the prototype of Haiting.

In the 0th year and 113th day of the century, 12 Dora's sky villas were built.

Recorded 0 years and 120 days, 12 Dora's blasting experiment failed, UUZ was hungry, Penglai Yehuishan's home and Lingdang's railway were completely destroyed...

On the same day, the space distortion increased, and many people entered the world...

In the 0th day of the 154th year of the record, the personnel of Shendao arrived at [-] people...

Recorded in the 0th year and 174 days, Penglai Yehuishan and Youyouzi were hungry and left the increasingly developed God Island under the instigation of many newcomers.