my infinite personality

The fragrance of fine wine is flowing, and both the Conqueror King and the Dumao King are full of praise for it.

Then Li Lin continued to take a sip of the fat house happy water.

"You bastard?" Jin Shining looked at Li Lin who didn't show face.

"Does your mouth grow on your butt? No wonder it smells so bad." Li Lin has never been used to this guy.

No matter how noble or charismatic the other party is.

Swearing at people and greeting his parents, Li Lin only said to this - I'm fucking with your mother!

Seeing that Li Lin and Jin Xingxian were about to go to war again, the King of Conquerors hurried to smooth things over.

"King of Heroes, why are you participating in this Holy Grail War?"

"Because this holy grail is my property. As a king, I should take back my property. On the contrary, you are the ones who contaminate the king's treasure without authorization. You should be punished." Jin Xing said coldly.

Chapter 440

Chapter 442 Chapter 440

"It turns out that the Holy Grail has long been yours. The king who regards the world as his own is indeed extraordinary."

Because of what the Conqueror King said just now, the Dumb Mao King couldn't help asking

"King of Conqueror, since you have already admitted that the Holy Grail is someone else's property, do you still want to use force to seize it?"

This is incomprehensible to the noble knight king.

"This is natural. After all, I am the King of Conquerors. Conquest and plunder are my beliefs." The King of Conquerors was a little strange.

He really didn't know why this Knight King was so naive?

"Then why do you want to get the Holy Grail?" King Dumao continued to ask.

"In order to obtain the flesh." The King of Conquerors said loudly.

As a king, you never need to hide your desires, let alone speak out loudly.

"Huh? Shouldn't your dream be to conquer the world?" Weber asked in surprise.

But there was a loud sound of the head, causing Weber to hide aside with his head in his arms, while the King of Conquerors, who had been laughing all the time, was extremely serious at this moment.

"Idiot, to conquer the world with a cup and a so-called miracle? How is that possible? Conquest is a dream I want to realize."

"You bastard, are you going to challenge me just for this trifle?" Gilgamesh was quite disdainful.

"After all, only magical bodies exist in this world. After all, we are just followers. I really can't be satisfied. Therefore, I long to be reincarnated in this world, gain a physical body, and take root here. This is the basis of 'conquer'."

"I want to use my own body to start, push forward, and finally reach the other side of the vision. This is the real conquest."

He drank the wine in the cup heroically, and the King of Conquerors said loudly.

"This is my overbearing!"

"Really? It's decided——Rider, I will kill you with my own hands." Gilgamesh listened to the words of the King of Conquerors, and there was a peculiar smile that seemed a little appreciative but full of murderous intent on his face.

"Hey, I said Saber, you can also talk about your wishes."

The king of conquest finally turned to the king of dumb hair.

"I?"

King Dumao raised his head and looked directly at the two heroic spirits.

"I want to save my country. I want to change the fate of Britain's demise."

"What? Dumb King, did I hear correctly?" The Conqueror King's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "You mean to 'change destiny'? That is to overturn history?"

"Yes. This wish is a fantasy that can never be achieved by manpower, so I can only hope for the legendary Holy Grail!"

The three were arguing with each other and explaining their ideals in life.

The oldest fat tiger, the oldest husband, plus a guy who is addicted to his girl's dream and cannot extricate himself.

"Three incomprehensible things are really boring."

Although Li Lin didn't say it directly, his actions and demeanor had already shown it.

"Caster, do you have any different opinions?"

King Conqueror was keenly aware of Li Lin's impatience.

"Let me hear what you want to say, bastard." Gilgamesh was also very interesting at the moment.

As for Dumb Mao Wang, after being outputted, he has already fallen into self-doubt.

"The dead should go back to the grave. Living in the world will only make people bored out of thin air." Li Lin said in a flat tone. "I'm not in the mood to listen to a group of outdated undead talking about their Spring and Autumn Dreams."

"Caster, you are really arrogant." The King of Conquerors seemed a little angry at the moment.

"It's always been you who are arrogant." Li Lin shook his head and said.

"I respect Gilgamesh very much, and I respect Alexander the Great, but I only respect you in the dead history, but for you alive, I don't have that kind of thing."

To use a metaphor, Li Lin is very yearning for the martial arts of Emperor Qin, the arrogance of Han Wu, and the rule of Zhenguan by Emperor Taizong of Tang... But if the three of them really want to live to be emperors, Li Lin's choice will only be dry. them.

Heroic spirits are undead belonging to the past era, and their stories are over.

But one problem is that the Xingyue world decides that this group of guys will be alive and kicking coffins all day long.

Heroic spirits are heroes in the development of human history. The better the human history is, the more and more powerful the heroic spirits will be.

But now, Xingyue's gameplay constantly overdraws the future and makes up for the past; destroys the future and strengthens the past.

The history of mankind has come to an end;

The future of the planet is long dead.

This is a world without a future, where hope is distorted.

As for why this is so?

Ah Wei is dead, did you choose, idol! ! !

"A group of unknown things, not only you, but even this world is an unknown thing." The doomsday scene reflected in Li Lin's eyes appeared in the minds of all the heroic spirits.

The nostalgia of the dead is the greatest curse to this world.

But the heroic spirits whose story has ended are nostalgic for this world, not only the heroic spirits, but also more unidentified things.

Be it restraining power, Getia, Alien God...they are all guys who don't want to die, and guys who don't recognize death.

Then the whole world was pulled into the same hopeless abyss as they were, the future of extinction.

Wisdom, but that has long been distorted by the evil chaos and turned into endless calculations and conspiracies.

Hope comes from the victim's infinite desperation and all their efforts to survive, but it is futile.

Emiya Kiritsugu is monitoring everything. According to his understanding of Li Lin, Li Lin should talk to these guys about the rule of law, respect, equality, human rights, and respect for everyone's own labor results.

But come on, talk works, and spanks.

More essentially, except for King Dumao, they are all fakes.

"Caster, by now, it's time to tell us your name." The King of Conquerors asked after being silent for a while.

"Li Lin, it's just an audience plus actors who can do whatever they want." Li Lin didn't hide himself anymore.

"Li Lin, are you human? Human beings who have survived the present and the future have denied the undead of the past, but I don't agree with this, or this is why I want to obtain a physical body."

With bursts of cold laughter, black figures appeared in the pause, wearing strange pale bone masks, male and female, tall and short.The atrium was gradually surrounded by this group of weird visitors.

The Tohsaka family's ancestral chain loss played a role again, and the assassins collectively came to be the atmosphere group, stirring up the atmosphere.

Chapter 440 Destined Death

Chapter 443 Chapter 440 A Doomed Death

An assassin threw his throwing knife in an attempt to sneak attack Weber. Of course, such an attack could not be successful, because it was used for provocation.

"Hahaha, are you here to declare war on me?" The King of Conquerors stood up, and his magic power flowed while waving his hands. The white T-shirt on his body was replaced by a flaming red shirt.

"In that case, let me solve it myself."

"Do you want to see my treasure? Then keep your eyes open."

Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind roared.

It was a scorching hot wind, carrying the unique dry atmosphere of the desert, and even rolled with grains of sand and dust. They seemed to want to burn everything up.

"The king of knights, and the king of heroes, I ask you—is the king lonely?"

"Naturally lonely." King Du Mao didn't hesitate.

Gilgamesh didn't answer, and his daily behavior has perfectly expressed his answer.

"No, let me tell you what a real king is!"

Alexander the Great laughed loudly, and the fiery wind swept across the earth. In an instant, the whole world was turned upside down.

The hot wind swept by, and the world was completely transformed.

The yellow sand is eroded, the reality and the spiritual scene are replaced, the scorching sun replaces the crescent moon, and the endless desert sea is seen in the eyes, and the distant horizon presents distorted waves due to the high temperature.

The sun was scorching hot, and there was only a boundless desert where the horizon could not be observed. Except for the few people who were pulled into this world, there was no life left.

"It turned out to be an inherent enchantment?" Weber couldn't help admiring. "This is known as the closest magic to magic. You are obviously not a magician. How did you do it?"

"Of course I'm not alone." The King of Conquerors smiled proudly. "This is the land that my army once conquered, and every one of my soldiers and I will engrave this land in our hearts."

Following the words of the King of Conquerors, figures appeared beside him, cavalry, infantry, and all kinds of equipment. The only thing they had in common was that they were strong and disciplined.

These tens of thousands of figures are heroic spirits, and among them there are many strong men who exude a powerful aura. These famous people, after death, become heroic spirits and are still willing to accompany Iskandar to continue to fight the world.

Many of these soldiers and generals have prominent reputations, Ptolemy, Antigonus, Cassander, Seleucus, Pesson, Lysimachus, Craterus...

A strong steed came galloping, and the rider stepped forward to stroke its mane and said softly.

"Long time no see, partner."

By the side of the King of Conquerors, even a dead horse is willing to turn into a heroic spirit to accompany him.

"The so-called king must live a more real life than anyone else, and must be admired by everyone!"

The King of Conquerors got on his horse and shouted to the crowd.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

There was a tidy shout, and it was the soldiers on all sides knocking on their shields to respond to their king.

"The one who gathers the beliefs of the warriors and guides them forward is the king!"

The King of Conquerors drew his sword, and his voice was deafening like thunder, and his passion ignited like a flame.

"So! The king is not arrogant, because his wish is the sum of the wishes of all his subjects!"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!" The aura of the heroic spirits soared into the sky, and their high morale could even tear apart the clouds in the sky.

Rider turned around and showed a sweet smile.

"So, ravage it!"

This army that once conquered all directions once again showed their fangs. Accompanied by the huge roar of marching, accompanied by the tremor of the earth, it was as easy as crushing soybeans with a millstone. Assassin did not fight back in front of this king's army. Power.

"Is this the bond between the rider and his subjects?" King Dumao couldn't help muttering to himself as he looked at the majestic army.

"It's really a rough guy with fine details. He killed all the assassins with one weapon. He deserves to be the Alexander the Great who once left his name in history." But Li Lin laughed.

Dumb Mao Wang looked at Li Lin suspiciously.

"During the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, the only Heroic Spirit who fit the role of Assassin was Hassan Sabah of the Assassin sect, who summoned one of the nineteenth generations." Li Lin explained.

"As a dead person, the heroic spirit cannot resist the end of his own defeat."

"In the thirteenth century, the last mountain old man and his sect disciples were trampled to death by the Mongolian army led by Hulagu, so this is why this group of assassins did not escape, because facing the same death method, they could not escape at all a ha ha ha......"

"Be trampled to death by Mongolian iron cavalry, trampled to death by Alexander the Great's army... This is their end!"

And if Li Lin remembered correctly, the assassin summoned this time was the No. 19, the last generation of assassins who inherited the name of "Hassan Sabah", who was trampled to death.

What a worthy death!

Sadness, at this moment, the Dumb Mao King listened to Li Lin's explanation, and there was inevitably a trace of sadness in his heart, a trace of ominous premonition that his wish could not even be realized at all.