The walker from Xingyue, Demon King Rimuru!

Thinking of this, no matter it was Kenneth, Gaiusling, or Bathmelo, they all aroused their magic power at the same time, and aimed at the blood gun warrior who took the lead in the fight—launched a fierce attack!

Almost everyone knows that to deal with a magic army, the first thing to do is to completely kill their commanders and let them start fighting on their own, and the identity of the magic commander is a huge mockery in itself.

In just a split second, the magical powers of the three monarchs merged together and launched a siege called "killer" towards Kyle.

……

Half an hour later, Bathmelo fell to the ground, allowing the magicians to start cleaning the battlefield——and came to Kenneth alone: ​​"What happened to the church?"

"I don't know about that—" Hearing this, Kenneth straightened his uniform, shook his head and said, "I performed your original duties very well."

"Your Excellency."

"Really? Thank you for your hard work." Bathmelo nodded lightly, and she looked towards the church. At some point, the people in the church had no leader, and they numbly obeyed Kenneth's command.

The people from the burial agency have completely disappeared, and the three popes have also disappeared...

Were all killed by the white knight?Or retreat quietly?

Thoughts flashed across Barthamelo's eyes, he pondered for a moment and then said straightly: "In short, at least on the Cornwall peninsula, we should agree with the church, and completely eliminate all dead apostles and ghouls in the peninsula, and Those who spread and escape in the direction of London, don't let a single one go."

"Of course, Lord Urifis and His Excellency Gaius Ling who are in charge of this matter." Kenneth nodded with a light smile, forked his lemon head with one hand, combed his hair and said, "Speaking of which, the court assistant Your Excellency has been there for so long, have you gained anything?"

Kenneth's words sounded very mocking and provocative, but Barthomello, who understood the other party's temperament, knew very well that the other party really cared about it, so much that he couldn't wait to ask this kind of thing at such an inappropriate time——Kenneth Allen Ermero really has a high degree of concern for Glory. In this regard, Barthemelo is still very optimistic about the other party.

However, she did not answer the other party's question, but turned around silently, and cast her gaze to the southeast, above the clouds above the English Channel——after a long time, she said coldly: "That white knight... Difficult to deal with."

"Oh?"

"I have a hunch...he will be the biggest obstacle for humans to fight against the Dead Apostles..."

……

If you follow Barthamello's gaze infinitely and pass through the layers of clouds, you will see a family of hideous but cool private jets flying towards Another continent.

And this plane is one of Feim's seven giant dolls. Apart from the destroyed castle dolls and regular battle dolls, the third type is usually used as a travel tool for the devil in the financial world. An airplane-type transport figure that changes form.

At this time, inside the huge doll, Altruchi was looking out of the window thoughtfully. To be honest, this was her first time flying.

Limulu did not stay by her side, but disappeared, which seemed to make her a little unaccustomed, and she was not even very interested in speaking, and she was completely lazy to participate in the discussion of everyone.

Fufu yawned boredly, and glanced sideways at the two cerebral palsy chatting about classical literature...

Black Wing and Feim.

And Meilian Solomon fell into deep contemplation, because he found that among the people present, he seemed to be the only one who did not have the ability to fly.

Yes, Mei Lian Solomon, a dignified ancestor, can't fly! !

Of the four monsters, only one, the King of the Sky, is related to flying, but the King of the Sky is still a bomber... the kind that explodes.

It is simply unreasonable, this short board must be made up.

"It's really surprising that none of you were chased when you retreated." Feim, who finally finished discussing classical literature with Lord Black Wing, changed the subject, turned around with a chuckle and looked at Erteluqi and said: "I thought I could see everyone in distress."

"Hmph..." Elte Lucy snorted dissatisfiedly. If she was embarrassed, she should be the most embarrassed among the people present——

"The Association of Magicians doesn't seem to be very obsessed with pursuit." Speaking of this question, Mei Lian Solomon nodded and said: "At least when I withdrew, that troop was still advancing unswervingly—"

"It's the same for me. The monarch who has mastered the body of Chiramy doesn't seem to be surprised by my departure." After the Black Winged Lord finished speaking, Elte Luqi opened her mouth silently, and was even more speechless. .

Co-authoring, Barthamello has been chasing her like a lunatic?

"Because of Gem Wengzelrich's standpoint, the Magic Association chooses not to pursue and choose to be conservative. It is understandable to leave room for future negotiations. What really concerns me...is the burial agency." Hearing what everyone said , Feim smiled and looked at Erte Luqi, and suddenly asked a question that didn't make sense: "Dare to ask Your Highness, why is His Excellency Leviathan not with you?"

"Him? He said you don't need to worry about him." Elte Lucy puffed her face unconsciously, and then realized that she needed to maintain her majesty, and quickly said seriously: "He is responsible for cleaning up the burial mechanism you mentioned."

"Is that really the case?" Feim smiled thoughtfully, and once again confirmed that the long-term strategic policy of establishing a good relationship with Limulu remains unwavering.

……

On the French border in Western Europe, in a church, a tall priest was quietly looking at the prayer book in his hand. At this moment, his sharp eyes suddenly raised to look at the door of the church, and the prayer book in his hand was slightly tilted. When he was slightly on guard, he saw the door being kicked open with a bang.

A slender man staggered, walked in covered in blood, and fell to the ground with a thud——

"Fool?"

The pupils of the priest shrank slightly, and he quickly lifted up the large priest uniform without hesitation, revealing all kinds of tools inside, rushed up quickly and helped the other party to a chair, looked at the bottomless wound of the other party, Slightly took a breath of cold air, turned around and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine—"

"You are still... as weak as ever... Dawn, after so long, you don't even know how to heal...?"

The injured fool leaned back on the chair lightly, his tired face was full of dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, Father Dawn quickly found something like a medicine box from the huge ton truck outside, and said without hesitation: "I will pray to the gods, if that can heal you."

"Then you should take medicine..." The Fool sneered, the Fool, the Fool, from this code name, it can be known that he does not respect the gods.

"What's going on, what about the others?" Father Dawn didn't discuss this point with the other party, but asked while stitching up his wound.

"Dead." Speaking of this, the fool's face was a little gloomy, and he said coldly: "They are all dead."

Hearing this, the needle and thread in Father Dawn's hand paused slightly: "All?"

"Ah, that demon... Our leader is also dead." The Fool tilted his head, looked at Father Dawn and said, "He died at the hands of... Barthomello of the Magic Association."

"Magic Association? Are you sure?" Father Dawn completely stopped what he was doing, and said with a serious expression, "You should know what the consequences will be if I report this information."

"I'm sure." The Fool said, struggling to stand up, pointing to the outside and saying: "I desperately brought back the leader's body, there is still a breath of vacuum magic on it, I believe it is enough to prove everything."

Speaking of this, the Fool sneered in his heart, Father Dawn, in addition to being No.6's transportation partner, is also an eyeliner for the high-level burial organization.

There are only eight members of the burial organization, and one of them is a replacement. After all, there are only seven members, but the entire burial organization itself is extremely large, and the leader has absolute command over the battle And the absolute right to deal with members, while the management of the burial agency is responsible for the aftermath of the action and various coordination, as well as support for the church——

Theoretically, the leader can also order everyone in the burial organization, but an unlimited leader obviously cannot keep the burial organization on track, and dictatorship will only distort the original teachings. For this reason, the management position of the burial organization In fact, it is biased toward the church itself, and enjoys the same privileges as the Eighth Secret Trail.

"I understand." Hearing this, Father Dawn scratched his head helplessly and said with a headache, "Are you going to change your partner again? It's rare that this partner is quite to my liking... However, since all the people in the burial institution are dead Now, and the leader is usually the former leader or the most powerful one, then..."

"And the recruitment of newcomers must be the leader..." The Fool sneered and picked up the priest's words, tilted his head and said: "Isn't that a matter of course?"

"Since all the members are dead, only the two of us are left..."

"Dawn, you...don't think you can be the leader, do you?"

Leader, of course it's still mine...even if I change my identity...

Me too... still Naruballek!

Chapter 097, Saber, Saber.

In the inner city in the hinterland of Cornwall, the defeated Dead Apostles rushed to the high place that they dared not approach anyway. It used to be the palace where Limulu and Alteluchi lived-it connected to the high place of the mountain. , leading to the deep valley, there may be a glimmer of life going there.

With this in mind, the Dead Apostles scrambled towards the top of the mountains, and only the Duke of Cornwall quietly hid his figure, silently glanced at the defeated Dead Apostles, turned and entered the palace Underground... a secret room passage connecting the outskirts of the city and a distance from the battlefield.

The palace originally belonged to his duke's mansion, and he may even know the structure of this palace better than Limulu—even if Limulu has a great sage.

The other Dead Apostles only knew about the endless retreat and escape, but they didn't know that the entire valley had already been covered by Urifis' evil spirit army, and even the portal had already been established.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, fuck your Highness, damned white knight, damned..." Knowing that he had been abandoned and could only survive by himself, the Duke cursed at the two of them, and quickly walked through the passage, Suddenly, his pupils constricted after he spoke, and he looked at the door that had been opened. There were obvious signs of destruction on the handle of the door.

"Has the mechanism here been touched?" The Duke of Cornwall was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had passed by so many destroyed mechanisms along the way, and he hadn't even noticed it—"Damn it! Damn it!"

He cursed angrily, because he almost exploded his lungs after suspecting that the group of other so-called dead kings and white knights escaped through this secret passage. The only function of this secret passage is to store part of the food and water, and to lead to the outside world. Those who enter this secret passage will definitely escape as soon as possible. It is impossible to stay here. The Duke of Cornwall did not hesitate, and after cursing twice, He also quickly closed his mouth and rushed forward as quickly as possible.

Only in a place that he didn't notice, a black figure slowly stood up after he left, showing a calm and expressionless face, and followed him staggeringly covered in blood.

After a very light swish, three black keys appeared in his hand.

From the looks of it, have the Dead Apostles been defeated?That is to say... I am safe for the time being.

Kotomine Kirei thought lightly, quietly and patiently approached the other party, and indifferently raised the black key in his hand——

……

But at this time, Limuru turned into a fool, sitting bumpily in a large truck up to [-] tons, looking at her bandaged wrist with constant vibration.

He didn't take action against Dawn, because although Dawn is also a member of the burial organization, he is essentially just a handyman who can only delay the battle, equivalent to an eyeliner, and his only function is to transport his dead body. The "Road Crazy Partner" in Limulu's hand.

Compared to killing all the members of the Burial Organization, Limuru is more inclined to find out the top management of the Burial Organization, deal a devastating blow to the Burial Organization, or completely control it in his own hands...

But... Sure enough, I am more concerned about the secret treasure of the burial institution.

Limulu looked at the bandage on his hand, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, then he slumped comfortably on the co-pilot, watching the truck rampage at an inhuman speed——

"Hey, at your speed, when will we return to the organ center?"

"It will take about five days?" Dawn touched his head helplessly when he heard the words, and said with one hand on the steering wheel, "There is no other way. It will take two days to come here with the support of a transport plane anyway... But across the whole of Europe, compared to other transportation personnel, I am already very fast."

"Five days?" Hearing this, Limuru closed her eyes slightly——

Very good, so the return speed of the church's large army should not be particularly fast. With the ability of Bai Yigong, he should be able to invade the Vatican within five days, right?

Just don't let me down.

In the clock tower, Lidal Archelot put the sleeping Eilaire on the bed, and looked out the window lightly. After three days, the Association of Magicians almost took back the Cornwall Peninsula with the force of thunder. After all, It was too close to London, and it was impossible for the Clock Tower to allow such a threat to be occupied by the Dead Apostles. The results of the battle had already been reported by Barthel Melo. Hundreds of thousands of combined troops had more than average casualties, and 90.00% of them belonged to the Church. Agents and nuns, this undoubtedly satisfied the senior management of the Magic Association, but—the church was a little furious!

A total of more than 3 dead disciples were eliminated, and there were only less than 50 real elites—this was despite the fact that nearly [-] living corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains. And ghouls are indeed non-negligible existences, but overall, the Magicians Association is satisfied because their casualties are negligible, but what about the church?

The loss was tragic, and almost all the power of the church in Western Europe was poured into it, resulting in the decline of the church's control over Britain, France and other countries in the next few decades. What's more tragic is that so far, all members of the burial agency have lost contact— —

However, no matter how dissatisfied and angry they are, the church has no energy to find trouble with the Magic Association. The Holy City is in danger of being attacked, and they even have to swallow their anger and apply to the Magic Association with their heads down. Support——No way, without the burial mechanism, if you want to deal with the high-end combat power of the dead, although the church is not without other terrifying existences, it is still a bit rare after all, and cannot deal with the 27 ancestors who are completely united.

As for the Magic Association, although they really don't want to help, just like there is still humanitarianism in the world of ordinary people, in the face of the common enemy at present, and in view of the church's great contribution to Cornwall, the Magic Association In the end, they agreed to support, but this time, it was not compulsory to participate in the battle, but to open a meeting of monarchs, and through the coordination of the twelve gates, the number of participants and the number of participants in the battle was determined——

"The real reason for joining the war is that the population of Cornwall is close to 52 deaths. The Magic Association needs to give an explanation to the watch world, and the watch world just needs a reason. You must know that the entire Cornwall peninsula has been reduced to a dead zone. Although the peninsula There are not many people in the area...but in terms of territory, how can you say it is one-fifth of the UK?"

Limuru, who is located in the small western mansion, is lying comfortably on the bed, drinking a drink, and talking on the "phone" with Lidelle. Since smartphones are not popular in this era, even Lidelle, who is extremely good at using the light of technology, Well, you can still only use familiars and communication magic to contact the far east, and this kind of instant call magic, if there is no specific magic device or familiar, it will still cost a lot, no matter the medium or magic power .

Don't you see that until seven years later, Tohsaka Tokiomi still uses a retro telegraph-like magic device to transmit information?

But for Limulu, it only needs to tear off a piece of flesh from the body, and it can act as a medium for communication at any time, and it is exactly this kind of technology that White Wing Gong uses.

"Obviously, the excuses of terrorists are still as good as ever. However, watching the magic show is still free to let the monarchs argue. Obviously, the pressure on the watch world is not too much?"

"Yes, after all, in the eyes of those high-level officials, only southern England belongs to Great Britain..."

Limulu chuckled lightly, not noticing that Saber, who had been in the spirit child state, had already stood quietly by the bedside at some point, and listened intently with both ears without knowing it.

The words "Great Britain" finally caught Saber's attention.

"Well, that being said, due to the peace agreement with the church, various factions within the Magic Association, including the three major nobles, still support crusades, and there seems to be no intention of negotiating in a short period of time—"

"That's for sure. If the church is firm and doesn't let go, the Magic Association has no position to back down. After all, both the church and the Dead Apostle will suffer. The harder the fight, the happier they will be." Limulu heard the words and didn't care. Said: "There is no need to worry about this kind of thing. If the Magic Association is fully capable of killing the dead disciples, there is no need for me to continue to maintain the identity of the white knight, right? If that is the case, I can just jump back."

"Lydel, you have to know that our position is still dominated by magicians and humans in the end, so no matter what the outcome of the Dead Apostles is, it will not be harmful to us."

"Well, well, anyway, since Youzhu didn't object to you, the two of you must be thinking a little better than me..."

"Ang? Just a few hundred million points?"

"Hmm, don't go too far, Rimuru, and since you've settled the matter, please come back as soon as possible. I'm sorry for interrupting your vacation with Youju, but this time the monarch meeting, You are required to participate."

"Need me to participate?" Limulu was slightly taken aback and said, "Hey, I'm still a sick person, right? I don't intend to participate in the disputes in southern Europe."

"It's not about whether you will join the war, Limuru, but about your identity." Lidal sighed slightly after hearing that, "I was going to find an excuse to postpone it for you, but since You have already solved it..."

"Understood, it really aroused the suspicion of Sir Barthamello." Limulu nodded his head lightly: "Okay, I understand, I will rush back as soon as possible."

"Well, by the way, there is one more thing." Lydal glanced slightly at the room where Elaire was sleeping.

"what?"

"Eilaire asked me to tell you that she misses you."

"..." Limulu was slightly taken aback, and shook his head with a light smile: "Ah, then tell her, I miss her too."

Seeing the familiar magic in front of him begin to disintegrate, Limuru casually turned the disintegrated water into a stream, swept it out of the window, and thought for a moment before noticing Saber who had been staring at him for a long time .

"Why? Judging by your appearance, you seem to have a lot of doubts?"

"...Master, is there a war in Britain right now?"

"Ah, it's not so much that it's in progress, it's better to say it's over." Limulu looked at his serious green eyes, and said with a smile: "However, the current Britain is not the Britain you used to be, and the relevant history should be counted as Common sense already in your head?"

"Yes, but no matter what era, the war between countries is the same." Saber said righteously: "As a powerful magician, it is not obligatory to fight for the country to which you belong?"

"Uh... do you think I'm avoiding fighting?" Hearing this, Limulu was stunned for a few seconds, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Isn't it?" Saber's green eyes flashed a trace of doubt, whether it was the attitude of looking forward to the negotiation from the other party's mouth, or the final words that firmly stated that he would not participate and did not want to participate in the war, wasn't he rejecting this battle?Thinking of this, Saber still said frankly: "If I misunderstood, please allow me to apologize, but if this is the case, master, please fight bravely, although I will lie to you about the Holy Grail I am dissatisfied with the summoning, but I will absolutely guarantee your safety without hesitation."

"Well... I don't doubt your words." Limuru turned her head, looked into Saber's eyes, and suddenly laughed.

After all, Saber is still a "king", and besides being used to setting an example for herself, she also seems to be used to setting an example for others - from this point of view, I thought that as long as I don't take the initiative to do bad things, I won't lower my goodness Sensitivity, but...

In fact, even if you don't do anything, as long as you can't lead by example, you can't satisfy the other party at all.

To put it bluntly, if you want to attack Saber, you need to completely conform to the opponent's ideal state or... to follow her advice faithfully?