The walker from Xingyue, Demon King Rimuru!

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The blood-colored rain stopped slowly, Limulu put away his bat wings, and landed on the blood-stained and riddled land.

I saw corpses everywhere, broken corpses everywhere, among the ruins of the ancient castle that was involved, under the broken sky tree, there were still a small number of dead disciples who were still strong and barely withstood the terrifying storm They were curled up, looking at the demon king who landed on the ground in horror, shivering but gathered behind him with a bit of fanatical worship.

And in the castle, who only had time to activate part of the barrier to block part of the power, Ahad's face was completely pale. After seeing Limuru landed, he tremblingly raised his hand, his face was angry but also a little frightened Said: "What do you want?!"

Limulu's move to clear the field directly demonstrated the power comparable to the heroic spirit's liberation treasure, and most importantly, it directly wiped out his numerical advantage.

This is also the reason why Limu Luming knows that this move does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and he releases it without any scruples. Although some of the dead disciples are not uniform due to uneven strength, there are also some who are 55 times as good as ordinary artificial people. , even if the two sides are at a loss, from the perspective of absolute rationality during Limuru's battle, those dead disciples who can be killed by the aftermath of his own battle, even if they are not cleared by his own magic, will be replaced by artificial humans with a smaller number. Lost—and in this way, the Dead Apostles will only be at a disadvantage.

Because there are only less than a few hundred dead disciples, and artificial humans... that old man is still dying shamelessly! !The entire Einzbern Castle is like Ahad's magic workshop, and under his control, the most terrifying part of this magic workshop is not full of traps like other magicians, but itself is a huge The arsenal can continuously produce artificial humans to supplement troops!

Therefore, Limulu simply released his scariest magic so far, directly clearing the field violently!

All the soldiers will die for me!

Only leave high-quality elite units that can withstand his attack!

Artificial humans for high-level combat need to manufacture more elaborate magic circuits and various adjustments, so they cannot be manufactured on a large scale in a short period of time.

And this kind of artificial human will only be awakened and used by Ahad when it is extremely critical.

But Limulu forgot that his behavior was like a hero unit suddenly appearing in the small soldiers, which almost broke Ahad's heart.

As an existence similar to a humanoid terminal, although his combat power is good, most of it is in the formation of the magic field, as well as the research of the Great Holy Grail and the artificial human. To put it bluntly, he is a summoner, a blaster The kind whose direct combat ability is not even comparable to a first-class magician, let alone fighting against the existence of the extraordinary level of color and the 27th ancestor level of the Dead Apostles.

For this reason, Ahad asked, "What exactly do you want?"

This means that he intends to give up resistance completely and just wants to ask for his life. This is not out of Limulu's expectation. After all, the other party's mission, that is, there is only one core program, and that is to survive and complete the third method.

However, the other party wanted to make peace, but Rimuru was a little hesitant—speaking of which, in the original book, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't get in touch with Ilia, wasn't this old man one of the reasons that led to the tragedy?So although this family is a family of several famous characters on the whole, Limuru actually doesn't have a good impression of it.

Limulu wants to announce his rise in the dark world, and wants the Church and the Magic Association to pay attention to the threat of the Dead Apostles. If he is completely determined to eradicate the evil and fight against the White Wing, he must beat them. That is to say, it will really hurt the vitality of the Einzbern family - at the same time, it will also prevent the Einzbern family from continuing to pay attention to Cornwall in the short term, and it will once again ensure that the Einzbern family will be able to win the Holy Grail War. The Zbern family had to rely on outsiders' circumstances.

All in all, on the premise that Ahad is not dead, the worse Einzbern is, the better for him-in fact, part of the reason why he did this is... Ahad's previous provocation really made him feel a little uncomfortable .

You are mere human and machine, are you mocking Nima? !

So, facing the other party's bitter questioning, Limuru tilted his head, looked at him indifferently, and ignored him.

He glanced at the remaining one-third of his subordinates behind him, and after confirming that even if the other party made more powerful artificial humans, they would not be able to cause trouble to his subordinates, he After thinking for a while, he slowly walked towards Hei Ji who was standing on a tree branch in the distance and looking at him from a distance.

"Please make a decision, Your Highness." Limuru raised his head and said softly: "I originally wanted to get rid of all the artificial humans in the Einzbern family except Ahad, and destroy some manufacturing facilities, but considering There are also a lot of active androids outside Einzbern...it doesn't seem to make any sense."

"If it just causes confusion, this is enough, but if you want to completely intensify the conflict between the Dead Apostles and the Magic Association...my suggestion is..."

"it is ready."

"Ok?"

"It's time for us to retreat." Erte Luqi looked up at Limulu, blinked and said, "The familiar told me that the people from the church have discovered the anomaly and are approaching here."

"However, for such a magnificent invasion, without spoils and rewards, it is indeed too unworthy of the name." Erte Luqi curled up her lips and smiled: "You don't want your subordinates to plunder a Fan?"

"...Well" Hearing this, Limulu shook his head: "I'm not used to this kind of practice. My purpose is to scabbard and stir up disputes. Now my purpose is..."

"But you didn't get the scabbard, did you?" She tilted her head.

"So I still need to find the scabbard." At this point, the corner of Limulu's mouth curled up, and suddenly said: "If you really want to reward me, you might as well lend me someone. This time... I need the British one." Dead Apostles."

"England?" Hei Ji raised her brows when she heard the words: "That's not a good place, the headquarters of the Magic Association, shouldn't it be where you are best at?"

"My right to speak is limited to the clock tower or...London." Limulu said lightly: "Although I think I can rule the world in the future, it is obvious that I am only a little famous in other parts of the UK. .”

"And this part of fame...restricts my performance."

"Understood, idol burden." Elt Lucy showed her fangs, shook her head and said after thinking for a moment: "After wreaking havoc on Germany, it would be interesting to wreak havoc on Britain."

"But after helping you this time, you will do one thing for me."

"Of course." Limulu raised his eyebrows: "Your Highness Princess."

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In the Croatian cathedral, a priest was moving his lips slightly. Along with his prayer, the quill in front of him was writing something in mid-air at high speed, as if writing on formless paper.

And at this very moment, whether it be in the distant Vatican, Italy, or London, in the branches of various churches, there is a piece of paper being continuously produced with ink out of thin air, writing one piece of information after another.

"No reason!"

Under the flickering of the dim candlelight, a black shadow gritted its teeth and shouted unwillingly: "It's fine to go to the Dead Apostle, but you dare to provoke so blatantly—"

"Calm down, Father Alexander, you have to know that the other party joined the other party for some reason after eradicating the Eighth Patriarch first..."

"Reason? Hmph, what other reason is there that the title of King of Dead Apostles is for nothing? Even a magician who is bitten will turn into a Death Apostle, let alone these stupid magicians." The black shadow hated Said: "Professional things should be handed over to professional people. These guys are overwhelmed..."

"You can't say that." After the voice of the black shadow fell, another slightly frivolous voice sounded: "Even if you are forced to become a Death Apostle, you should continue to hate the Death Apostle like a jeweler. Not to mention inheriting the title of White Knight, but also allowing Heiji to help him get the so-called scabbard willingly—"

"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Hei Ying was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you saying that it was because of my wrong decision that I forced the other party to the opposite side?!"

"Isn't it?" The frivolous voice said with a chuckle: "As far as I know, Your Excellency has always claimed that the other party is the white knight Brad. For this reason, he even applied for the hunt of the special agent...the result..."

"Even the judge died at his hands..."

"you!!"

"Okay, Faust." Suddenly, in the candlelight, a middle-aged priest interrupted the quarrel between the two, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, Father Alexander's judgment is not wrong."

"But that's a very powerful magician." The candlelight flickered and reflected on Faust's face in Italy. He raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, looking at the candles in the communication magic. Shadow said: "Also, he is different from the previous White Knight."

"He's confident, he's arrogant."

"Compared to other dead disciples who don't like to make trouble everywhere."

"As soon as he took office, he told the whole world that the Dead Apostles gave birth to another ambitious ancestor."

"Think about it, everyone." He slowly put down his left leg, raised his right leg and said, "Even though the original Alteluchi was powerful, she didn't have the power to command, or she couldn't command. Using the power in her hand, she The only thing I'm interested in is probably going against Bai Yigong."

"But now? What if this white knight... is another White Winged Lord?"

"What effect do you think he will have if he adds Eltruchi...?"

"..." Hearing Faust's speech after sentence, everyone, even Alexander, couldn't help but fell silent.

"In short, the information has been shared with the Magic Association. Regarding the management of magicians, I hope that the true identity of the white knight can be found out."

After a long silence, Zhu Ying who was sitting at the head suddenly said in a low voice: "If the other party is really as you said, a magician whose ambition and ability are no less than that of Lord Bai Wing, then we can only take advantage of the other party's pre-existing status." Get rid of it before it rises."

"Get rid of? Who to send?" Hearing this, a sullen voice said: "The judge has already died in the hands of the other party. With Hei Ji's temperament, she will attack a substitute, right?"

"Alas..." A long sigh came out slightly, which instantly attracted everyone's attention: "If it really doesn't work, then wait for their reply."

"The information has been delivered, the Magic Association and..."

"The burial institution."

The Burial Authority... Everyone fell silent upon hearing this name.

The so-called burial organization is an organization that nominally belongs to the church, but whose rights and operations are basically independent.

It even has greater power than the ordinary church itself, and has the right to execute existences like the pope on the spot.

Such a powerful special institution, these popes naturally wouldn't...like it.

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Chapter 039 Let's get started, City of Dead Apostles!

England, Cornwall.

The king's order has been issued, and beasts in human skin will step into this land to expel all existences that stand in the way of the king's order, but just as where there is light, there must be shadows, and wherever evil goes, justice will be executed.

In the small but slightly luxurious pavilion, the current Duke of Cornwall, who can also be called the Sheriff, is sighing sadly, ignoring the woolen blanket that his wife put on him, and looking melancholy Looking at the starry sky outside the window.

Just a day or two after the information fermented, he, as the person targeted by the Dead Apostles, hadn’t even reacted, and when he didn’t receive any information, he was jointly notified by the Church and the Magic Association—hand over immediately To control all magic in Cornwall, and to intensify government intervention, to dredge the crowds of concentrated cities with the effects of earthquakes—

This order, which indicates that the entire area may be turned into a battlefield, has kept the Duke of Cornwall awake every night in recent days, and he has completely lost his appetite for food. Cornwall, this is just a piece of land that has been passed down from generation to generation. The little land he valued, but now, he jumped into everyone's sight, but it was only because a certain existence standing at the top of the world issued an order to let the dead disciples gather here.

Being watched by the world means... this area is likely to... never exist again.

If, if Cornwall was gone... what else could his family have?The destiny of the country itself is moving closer to the capital and the so-called democracy. The aristocratic fiefdom system has become increasingly rare. Once he leaves Cornwall, the so-called duke...is he a fart?

Thinking of this, the Duke of Cornwall sighed after letting his wife go back to the bedroom. After another deep melancholy, he cursed fiercely: "These damned magicians!"

"You have to know that the so-called territorial system was originally established for powerful people and families, Your Excellency the Duke."

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded next to his ears, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a pair of... deep pupils with a faint red light reflected on the glass.

"The ancestors of every nobleman must be magicians or have received the protection of magicians, and this is especially true in England." It was a ghost with a pale face, except for the deep and agile pupils, or in other words, The ghost vampire, he spoke in an unhurried manner, gently stretched out his hand and held down the Duke who was about to ring the alarm because of nervousness, and said softly: "I have no malicious intentions."

"Wolf? What's the matter." At this time, a gentle female voice came from the bedroom next door. It was the lady he had just left to go to rest. The next moment, the earl, who was about to fight desperately, heard the voice, But suddenly stopped moving.

This made Earl Phantom slightly stunned, and smiled: "Compared with myself, do you actually care more about your wife?"

According to the principle of undisclosed mysteries, ordinary people are not allowed to come into contact with or even understand the mysteries. Allowed access to the mysteries—even if you're the president.

As for catastrophes like Fuyuki City, the church and the Magic Association actively appease some of the people who were sheltered by the magic family to participate in the impact, while for other people, even if they are members of the parliament, if they are not qualified, they will still be involved in the process. Interfering with memory, implanting hints, etc., rather than coaxing and cooperating.

Because, they are not qualified, it is outrageous, but this is very type, very traditional magician.

Therefore, since Cornwall was actively contacted and appeased by the Church and the Magic Association, rather than just throwing a magic trick in the past, it means that the ancestors of the other party are still maintaining the exchange of magic - they have legal rights in the Magic Association .

But this is not important, what is important is that since the other party belongs to a declining magic family, they must have the ambition to restore the magic family, and have the physique that can carry magic!

However... for the first time, the importance the other party attached to his wife made Limulu feel... that his judgment might have been wrong.

Well, mistakes are mistakes, right?

"What exactly do you want?" After hearing the emotion of this dead disciple who was obviously not kind, the count's face changed a little immediately, and he suppressed his voice gloomyly, for fear of letting Madam After hearing that something was wrong, he went in and suffered misfortune.

"What do I want?" After hearing this question, the pale ghost slowly solidified his body a little bit. After the dancing flames in his deep eyes swayed more deeply, he pondered for a moment, and decided to continue from the perspective of a magician. To start, after all, it is not a last resort, and he prefers temptations to threats.

As a businessman, peace makes money.

"Before answering this question, I would like to ask His Excellency the Duke."

"Have you ever sought after the glory of the past and failed to achieve it, and have you felt ... pain because of it?"

The pitch-black figure gradually stared, and when the deep eyes gradually lit up golden, the original figure gradually shrunk, completely changing from a ghost to the current white knight.

Hearing this, the Duke of Cornwall stood there in a daze, looking at the petite figure on the ground, he suddenly understood the meaning of the other party's words.

"you want……"

"Yeah." Limulu nodded, walked to his side, tilted his head to look at the reflection on the window, and said with a chuckle, "I want this place."

"All of Cornwall... all of it!"

Accompanied by Limulu's words, a faint mist surged on the glass, and a pair of pictures appeared in front of the Earl of Cornwall like a mirror. Among them were ordinary civilians who were being transformed by the Dead Apostles. The famous nobles with whom he had a close relationship willingly bowed their heads——

"Are they... all voluntary?" The Duke of Cornwall looked at this scene, as if seeing himself trapped in a city completely occupied by the dead and vampires, muttering to himself exuding disbelief.

Because only those with magic aptitude can survive the transformation of dead disciples, and there is a high probability that they will directly become living corpses instead of ghouls. For ordinary people... More often, they will die directly and become ghouls like wild beasts!

"Of course." Hearing this, Limulu nodded lightly and said, "Just like you hated the magician just now, everyone has their own unwillingness in their hearts."

"Just like ordinary people who are hostile to nobles but try their best to become nobles, ordinary people who hate powerful power will never be able to refuse the possibility of stepping into the mystery."

Hearing this, the Duke swallowed, and secretly glanced at the young man, cold sweat soaked his entire back.

This is a madman!He is using the temptation of revealing the mystery, the crazy temptation, to attract others to join, and to use the crowd of ordinary people to achieve his goals, but he has no scruples at all. After more people know, the reduction of the mystery will lead to the loss of his own strength. reduce--

Limulu smiled softly, as if explaining to him, as if explaining to others, and as if talking to himself: "Mystery is like a fixed wealth in this world. In fact, it is true to say that, because Ultimately it’s the limited resources of this planet.”

"And the allocation of resources is always accompanied by a problem, that is, if more people are allocated, personal income will decrease."

"In this world, the ancient magicians stubbornly follow the tradition that if wealth is fixed, then the number of people allocated should be reduced, wishing to get rid of all the people and swallow them all, which will lead to the isolation and hostility of the majority of people."

"They firmly believe that their own strength can put an end to all covetousness, and they firmly believe that the greatness of the individual can suppress everything."

"But times are changing."

Speaking of this, Limulu couldn't help laughing, and said softly: "People in the future will know!"

"Compared to sticking to it, investment is the kingly way, and people's hearts are the truth."

Through the initial distribution of wealth, win people's hearts, gather strength, and occupy the market!

In the end, cutting a wave of leeks should belong to him, and in the end it will still belong to him. Those who die will always be those who are unwilling to make changes.

It is true that the existence of power is not as liquid as currency, and the possibility of recycling can only make that person die.

But so what?

Still the same sentence, the winner who laughs until the end takes all, Limuru firmly believes that as long as he wins, the last loss, the power that flows into the hands of those newly joined ordinary people, will always be those failed capitalists, that is... those ancient A family of magicians!