I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The clock tower has been in operation for 2000 years, and it has an unparalleled emphasis on stability, which is why the monarchs will maintain the principle of fighting without breaking.

Often when a conspiracy is about to fail, the pursuing monarch will stop it, leaving enough dignity for the defeated party, and the two sides start a negotiation.

This is the rule of the game of power in the Clock Tower, just like the dramatic wars among ancient secular nobles. The loser can survive by paying a ransom.

Therefore, as long as Lord Meastia does not offend the public, not even the Bartholomew family has the power to depose him, which breaks the rules.

El-Melloi II quickly went through his thoughts, suppressed the urge to attack Meastia, and chose to lie dormant quietly.

"So, can you come with us? If you want to say goodbye to Faker, I can give you some time, how about 10 minutes?"

"Sorry, I appreciate your kindness."

Hateres politely refused, and the fingertips of his right hand had already touched his heart.

"Although the plan has failed, I will not try to subvert the existing system in the future, but this does not mean that I am willing to do nothing... Turn it over, my heart."

Accompanied by the whispered incantation, the figures of Hateres and Hephaistion disappeared, and no one knew where they went.

"Master..."

Gray couldn't help but took a step forward. She had a chance to stop Hateres just now, but Hephaistion was always on guard against her.

Luvia couldn't accept it even more, and was so angry that she almost grabbed the collar of Weber's suit: "Teacher, you actually just watched him escape like this?"

"Let's leave it to the Law and Political Section to hunt him down. Although his space magic is powerful, it doesn't have a wide range of movement."

El-Melloi II replied feebly, and there was no joy that the incident had been resolved on his tired face.

"I have already released my goodwill, and it is not my responsibility to do so later."

"So, should we return now?" Aoqi Orange interrupted, "Hurry up, maybe you can see the tail of the melee."

"Come to my side." Ainz Ooal Gong waved his hand and opened the portal: "It will be a little faster to go back with high-level teleportation."

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At the same time, the first area of ​​the spiritual tomb.

Outside the mining city, on a certain nameless hill.

Hateres and Hephaistion looked at each other for a while, neither of them knew what to say.

After a long time, Hateres was the first to break the deadlock and took out a delicate small wine bottle from his arms.

"Faker, you once said that you want to drink me a drink after the ideal is completed? Now that you have failed, can you still drink?"

Hephaestion looked at Hatteres in surprise. She did say that, but the two of them would never have had this glass of wine.

"Originally, I planned to drink it when I was celebrating."

As Hartley said, he tried to twist open the wine bottle, held his breath, frowned, and exerted all his strength.

"Then, follow the example of the East to pay homage to friends and spill the wine on the ground, as if you also drank it, but now... huh!"

"Okay, let me do it."

Hephaestion stretched out his hand helplessly, really couldn't bear to see Hatres's blushing cheeks, but the wine bottle remained motionless and stupid.

"A mere magician, don't think about showing off, do you want to look like a man?"

The Macedonian female warrior took the wine bottle, twisted it lightly, and removed the metal bottle cap, then took a big gulp for herself boldly.

"Well, it tastes good... It's better than the wine of my time. It's full-bodied and spicy. It's a rare good wine. Come too."

"Of course, this is a rare luxury, Gudu..."

Hartresses did not refuse, but only took a small sip. In order to keep his head clear, he rarely drank.

Hephaestion wasn't picky at all, he took another sip from the bottle happily from Hatteres, with a smile on his face.

Before she was alive, she had drunk more than a dozen of Iskandar's favorite generals by herself, and she was a well-deserved female wine tycoon.

"In the end, only my wish came true...Although it was short, I did have the dream of my king becoming a god."

Hephaistion's golden and silver monster eyes reflected Hateres' appearance, as if he wanted to firmly remember this man who had fulfilled his promise.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to retain such memories when I am summoned next time, but no one can say that my journey with you is meaningless."

"Me too, Faker." Hatteres became a little drunk after only a few sips, and said with emotion: "Thank you for your company."

Hephaestion shook the wine bottle, took the remaining bit of wine into his mouth, grabbed Hateres' collar and kissed it.

Hatteras was suddenly startled, but the weak magician could not resist the vigorous and brave Macedonian female warrior.

"Master, it's great to meet you. It's as impressive as the taste of this bottle of wine."

The next moment, the sound of an empty wine bottle rolling to the ground was heard, followed closely by the sound of a man falling to the ground.

"Goodbye, Faker. Goodbye, Hephaestion. Farewell, my partner..."

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The second area of ​​the spiritual tomb, the 30th floor of the Venous Corridor.

Joan of Arc holding a battle flag stands in the center, and on both sides are the masters of the democrats and aristocrats.

Only Kirshtalia and Olga Marie came from the noble faction, while Bazzett and Debit went on other missions.

There are more people from the democratic faction. In addition to Matou Shirou and other parties involved, there is also Tohsaka Rin who seems to have lost his qualifications.

At this moment, Tohsaka Rin was leaning precariously on Matou Shirou's shoulder, and Ainz Ooal Gown had drained too much magic power from her.

If it wasn't for Ainzi Urgon's use of potions to recover his magic power while throwing super magic, Tohsaka Rin would have been beaten to death.

Even so, Tohsaka Rin looked pale and had to rely on Matou Shirou's support to stand still, making it difficult for others not to notice.

Ophelia and Shijie Jieli did not ask questions. They originally had this intention, but were stopped by Matou Shirou's eyes.

Tohsaka Rin told Matou Shirou what happened by biting his ear, and the news that the Sorcerer King was still alive must not be leaked.

But he could block his teammates, but he couldn't stop his opponents, let alone a guy like Kirshtalia who was willing to care about his partners.

"Miss Tohsaka, what's the matter with you? If you don't feel well, you can go back and rest first."

For a while, facing Kirshtalia's soft gaze, Tohsaka Rin didn't know how to answer, for fear of being spotted by the other party.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Wadim, for your concern." Matou Shiro stood up suddenly and responded, "Tohsaka has abdominal pain from menstruation."

"Abdominal pain during menstruation? Oh..." Kirshtalia reacted for a moment, then shut up and retreated to his original position, and no longer looked over.

Tohsaka Rin was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and gave Matou Shirou a hard elbow on the flank.

Although her current appearance is indeed very similar to dysmenorrhea, is it really good to use this kind of thing as an excuse?You bloody titanium iron rod.

Matou Shirou endured Tohsaka Rin's coquettish revenge without changing his face. She has no strength at all now, so this elbow bump does not hurt at all.

Then, while supporting Tohsaka Rin, he reached out and rubbed her abdomen... Of course, he had to do a full set of acting, anyway, it wasn't the first time.

Tohsaka Rin's cheeks suddenly turned red as if they were about to bleed. After a few symbolic struggles, he gave up resistance and let it go.

This time, Kirshtalia didn't dare to look away. He is a nobleman who pays great attention to etiquette and cannot peep into other people's privacy.

Ophelia and Shishi Jieli smiled at each other, the former turned his face away, while the latter secretly gave Matou Shirou a thumbs up.

In the eyes of an old man with rich life experience, Matou Shirou is not a straight man. He is obviously a living love saint who has free reign in love affairs.

On the contrary, Olga Marie was a little vague, and didn't understand what Tohsaka Rin and Matou Shirou were doing at all.

She is only 12 years old this year, and she hasn't been given the unavoidable bleeding debuff for human women.

The atmosphere among the masters on the sidelines was a bit treacherous, but the servants on the field were fighting fiercely.

At this time, Miyamoto Musashi was fighting with Attila, while Algor was competing with Gilgamesh.

The Heroic Guard Palace relies on high mobility to roam between the two battlefields, constantly providing long-range support for its two companions.

Miyamoto Musashi used two knives to block Attila's powerful slashing, and with the skill of four or two strokes, he flew the opponent out, and took advantage of the situation and handed out the sharp sword to Attila's open chest, awe-inspiring and pretty With a happy smile on his face.

"It's really a brutal and fierce but very practical swordsmanship. Your fighting style was honed on the battlefield, right?"

Miyamoto Musashi has encountered many guys who fight by intuition like this. None of these people have undergone systematic training. And the strong will eventually become a Xeon like raising Gu.

Atila is undoubtedly the strongest. She is the king of the Huns and a warrior of the God of War. She is naturally the strongest in her tribe and even the empire.

Seeing that Miyamoto Musashi's sharp sword was about to pierce his chest, Attila had no time to withdraw the sword to resist, so he kicked his legs hard, and his flexible body bounced back like a cheetah, avoiding the most powerful moment of the sword , and at the same time bought time for her to take back the Sword of the Military God.

"Battle is the best teacher. Tribal warriors only need to fight their bodies, and then take up weapons and fight hard. The God of War will bless us."

Attila stopped his retreat with one step, and sprinted to the side with one foot, trying to find a blind spot, and launched an attack from Miyamoto Musashi's side.

This is the first time she has fought against a swordsman who uses Nitian first-class swordsman. The previous experience is not very applicable, and it will take time to accumulate new experience.

"Although it's a bit cruel, I can't criticize the traditions of foreign countries... Let us use swords and win or lose to explain!"

Miyamoto Musashi swung his samurai sword lightly to force Attila back, and used the rib gap in his other hand to resist the sweeping army of the sword of the military god.

Miyamoto Musashi, who has ascended to the Juggernaut with his skills and realm, can undoubtedly be regarded as a representative of civilization and confrontation with barbarism.

Atila accepted the challenge with a tiger-like smile on his face: "I will destroy your civilization!"

7 Chapter Seventy Heroic Guardian Palace: Someone Will Stand Up to Turn the Tide 6K

The purple phantom streaked across the earth like a meteor, followed by dozens of gleaming weapons.

Alger yawned lazily and ran around with ease, as if he had no interest in fighting.

She waved the Immortal Slaughter Blade in her hand and lightly swung away the various weapons fired at her, as if she were playing badminton.

"Hey, don't you have any new tricks? Although you have changed your gender, your habit of throwing things at people has not changed. It's boring."

When he was in the Little Garden, Algor had frequent discussions with Gilgamesh, and he knew very well what the King of Heroes had to do.

Deviation Sword and Shihua Weiguang also collided before, and because both sides intentionally controlled their output, it ended in a draw in the end.

Alger admits that Gilgamesh, who is completely serious, is indeed ridiculously strong. Although he has not become a breaker, his various treasures make him a panacea-like existence, no matter who the opponent is, he can target him. Take out different means to make yourself invincible.

This is also the reason why the King of Heroes is able to control the situation. Except for a few three-digit beings, no one in the community can escape his sanctions.

It is precisely because I have seen Gilgamesh with full firepower that Alger is not motivated now. She can see that the mother on the opposite side is always holding a playful attitude, and the murderous and oppressive sense is really bad. Too many, not even the clairvoyant eyes that can see the prophets are opened.

"It's boring, it's better to play with Attila... At least, his attitude during the battle is very correct, and he won't be as boring as it is now~"

The only thing Alger needs to pay attention to now is not to be entangled by the sky lock. She has the dual personality of protoss and god, so she is naturally within the scope of binding Play, but the sky lock can only be used when dealing with demigods. If it exerts the strongest effect, if it is used to bind the true god, it will be quickly broken and broken free.

Algor originally didn't need to care about the Heavenly Lock, but in order to use Medusa's spiritual base to descend, her status has been weakened to the level of a demigod, and the star spirit part has temporarily stayed in the small garden. I didn't bring it here, so I had to pay attention to this broken chain that I once looked down upon.

However, Hercules had broken the shackles of the sky by her own strength, and the conceited Arguer felt that she could do the same.

Gilgamesh felt the contempt shown by Algar, and frowned slightly. The arrogant king naturally couldn't tolerate such disrespect.

"Medusa?" Gilgamesh sneered coldly, and raised the level of the treasure thrown from the King's Treasure: "A mere third-rate monster dares to neglect this king... you That stupid head can only be chopped off and made into a specimen, maybe it can still be of some value."

High-grade treasures that have a special effect on monsters are projected out, the speed of excitation is as fast as bullets, and the howling sound is comparable to that of anti-air missiles.

"Huh?" Alger keenly sensed a hint of danger, and the laziness on his face subsided: "Are you a little more serious? But it's still nothing new, it's just a copy of the first battle... Forget it , let the lovely Al-chan teach you a little lesson."

After finishing speaking, a dark purple halo suddenly erupted from Alger's body, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and went straight to Gilgamesh. Hitting directly from the front, any treasure that touches the purple awn will be turned into stone.

The gift Algar possesses is called 'Petrochemical Prestige', which is completely different from Medusa's magic eye, and has a higher personality and level.

Although Alger is also used to releasing petrifying power with his eyes, he can also cover his body with it as a protection, petrifying the existence he touches.

"You actually turned my king's treasures into low-quality stones... The one or two servants who participated in the battle this time are really infuriating, and I don't know how to be inferior!"

Seeing Algor's sudden outburst, Gilgamesh had to respond and dug out the Noble Phantasm that broke the petrification curse from the King's Treasure.

First of all, what fell in front of Gilgamesh was a crystal and smooth mirror shield, which was the artifact that Perseus had borrowed from Athena.

Although she showed disdain on her lips, she still felt a different kind of threat from Alger, and she didn't want to be petrified into a statue.

Due to the relationship between Algar and Medusa, the mirror shield can indeed protect the petrified power, but there is a certain limit.

Later, Gilgamesh also pulled out the Slaughtering Undead Blade from the King's Treasure, a long sword that was hooked like a sickle.

Unlike the modified one in Alger's hand, the one in Gilgamesh's hand is the authentic original, just like the legend.

Although slightly different in shape, the effects of the two treasures are the same, capable of creating wounds that cannot heal and killing the undead.

"Miscellaneous cultivator, try your best to pass the trial given by this king. If you can reach the imperial front, then I will give you the honor of fighting with this king."

The golden light of King's Treasure bloomed once again, and the new treasures ready to go fired out like Katyusha rockets, carrying out a saturated attack.

This time, Alger did not rely on the effect of petrification to break through the rain of treasures. According to past experience, the other party must have replaced a powerful treasure with the effect of offsetting or purifying the curse. She had suffered a dark loss in this before. Naturally, he dare not blindly test the wealth of the Hero King.

The purple radiance petrified the air into a shield, firmly protecting Algar, and blocked the baptism of the treasure rain with its rapid thickening.