I'll kill you after I finish this game!

At the last moment, Fujii Ren found the reason for his physical condition.

Her body doesn't get tired, but tonight's exhaustion isn't just in terms of physical strength or power.

The battle with Hotaru Sakurai cost her her lifespan in a high-intensity fight. Although Mary healed her body, the feeling of having her life force drained still lingered.

Fujii Ren had no time to calmly deal with the situation; his body and mind were forcibly drawn into an irresistible wave.

One war after another, and the reactionaries who did not get a proper rest.

There was also the pressure of gambling with the lives of Kasumi and Himuro-senpai, and the side effects of the depletion of her life force rebounded the moment she relaxed slightly, unconsciously eroding Fujii Ren's limits.

It was almost like they'd aimed right at it, and at this crucial moment, when I was actually planning to help my seniors...

"Si Lang, I..."

There's no time to get angry or talk nonsense to those who ignore complaints.

Before they fall, we must restrain Silang as much as possible to prevent him from acting recklessly.

Just as it was about to collapse, Fujii Ren squeezed out all the strength he had left.

Fujii Ren grabbed Shiro's clothes tightly and said it definitively.

"Once you wake up, you absolutely have to come with me... to rescue Himuro-senpai!"

Rei Himuro would never lose it either; she and Mary had already made a promise, and that was more important than being friends.

If someone is missing, she'll become a liar again; Fujii Ren doesn't want to betray anyone anymore.

So, Silang, you too...

"Ah, I understand, I'll go with you."

Seeing that Fujii Ren was about to collapse, Shirou understood the situation. With his usual carefree smile on his face, he helped her up and chuckled:

"Go to sleep, Lian, goodnight!"

Upon hearing Shirou's answer, Fujii Ren, unable to resist falling asleep, completely lost consciousness and sank into bottomless darkness, losing all awareness of reality.

Shirou treated Fujii Ren in a shameless manner, inviting her to break up her alliance with the priest, and then deliberately made the priest leave.

Why? Although there were many things I wanted to say to the other person, I didn't mean to blame them.

Rather than feeling ashamed of Fujii Ren's own outdated ideas, it was more because of something else...

If Yuza Shirou is by your side, this is an inevitable result.

So... who exactly am I, that I've attracted this strange causal relationship so far?

Fujii Ren now remembered this question.

Attracted by Mary and longing for her, he was valued and mentored by Skadi.

He was eagerly anticipated by Reinhardt, and then targeted by his subordinates.

What exactly am I...?

"【Hmph, I'll tell you now.】"

Countless viewers were suddenly startled, because they learned the true identity of the owner of this voice, and recalled that it had always been heard in Fujii Ren's consciousness.

The identity of Fujii Ren is shrouded in mystery, with an incredibly deep and complex connection to the Lord of the Seat.

So whether it's Fujii Ren or the countless viewers watching, they all have one simple question.

What exactly is the replacement for Karl Craft, the Lord of the Seats?

Ren Fujii absolutely needs to know this!

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Helping Fujii Ren to his feet after fainting, Yuza Shirou faced Sakurai Hotaru's gaze and gave her a wry, embarrassed smile.

From the last words Fujii Ren uttered before losing consciousness, and the way she gripped his clothes tightly, Yuza Shirou knew very well that Fujii Ren was worried that he would do something reckless again on his own.

He shrugged helplessly and chuckled as he spoke to Fujii Ren, who remained silent.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of pervert who likes to make you worry or hate me. It wouldn't be good if I couldn't help you, so I won't bother you."

However, this is only a subtle difference in Silang.

Ultimately, he simply chose a more atmospheric approach based on his own standards.

It is simply a matter of making the necessary judgments based on this.

It is true that he himself felt he shouldn't have gone with that priest.

There was no other meaning there; it was simply a sincere and honest statement.

While it's possible to cooperate with the enemy of my enemy, it's definitely not good to have someone who is too problematic as a partner.

If it were a matter of luck, the choice would be either to keep a close watch or to strike in one fell swoop, but Silang is different; he is simply left unattended.

In other words, it affects the planners on both sides, and with the risk of being held back changing, this step may bring unexpected good fortune.

The probability is 7:3 or 8:2.

Of course, the former carries risks, but precisely because of this, the high returns are worth anticipating.

The key is that it involves gambling, and Si Lang thinks, isn't that interesting?

"So, maybe everything will turn out well. Don't wake up angry and start a fight." He chuckled to himself as he looked at the unconscious Fujii Ren. "In the end, it's who will survive."

Silang muttered to himself with self-deprecation, glancing to the side where there was a silent person.

"So, what are you planning to do? If you come with me, you'll be very welcome."

"..."

"I'll have that big guy go with you."

Ordinary people can no longer approach this park, so Shiro said that there is no problem with letting Tuhachi and Cain go unchecked.

Sakurai Hotaru, who seemed somewhat absent-minded, answered in a low voice.

"Yes, I will be with him."

"That wasn't decoration, it was an answer you gave using your brain, wasn't it?"

"Ah."

Sakurai Hotaru didn't pay much attention to Shirou's seemingly provocative and mocking tone, and said coldly, "If you hesitate, then you can only ask. I've already decided who I should ask."

"Hmm, is that so?" Silang stroked his chin and glanced at the unconscious Fujii Ren, his eyes somewhat thoughtful.

"..."

"Then do whatever you want."

Having identified the culprit behind that problem, you should know who to ask.

In other words, although he was tricked, Shirou would not say such a thing.

If you ask him, Hotaru Sakurai is also gambling.

However, just out of politeness, Silang will first let her understand the current situation.

"Why is it that every time the remaining eight of you return, you are wiped out?"

Yuzashiro curiously sized up Sakurai Hotaru and the large man beside her, and asked:

"Because they played poorly? Because they were too arrogant? Or are they just a bunch of unkempt killers? It all seems like it. It's interesting to think about things from a different perspective sometimes. Maybe, I think doing this is proof of my comrades' loyalty..."

"If that's the case, then what is their immortality?"

“…” Sakurai Hotaru was speechless.

To those people, the killings at the Black Round Table were simply a form of friendly coexistence and affection.

At least under Reinhardt's laws and rule, such acts of mutual destruction were considered a form of "love."

His indulgence and tacit approval are another form of pampering.

However, for Sakurai Hotaru, whose mental will and values, though outside the normal range, had not gone too far astray, that kind of behavior was also incomprehensible to her.

"That's just how I see it. Goodbye."

After saying that, Yuza Shirou never looked back and carried the unconscious Fujii Ren away.

The club was cordoned off by the police due to its large number of murder scenes, but by then there should be no one there.

That place has also been transformed into a gold altar, and most decent people would instinctively avoid it.

Now that things have come to this, I don't want to go back to the apartment where the three of us spent our childhood together. Going back would be the last resort.

"So......"

With one hand, Si Lang deftly lit a cigarette, took out a lighter, and smoked it. As he smoked, he spoke in a voice that was a mixture of surprise and interest.

"What kind of dream is this guy having? He's sweating buckets!"

Even though she was unconscious, Fujii Ren, whom she was supporting, was sweating profusely.

His tightly furrowed brows suggested he was having a nightmare, but to allow him to rest properly, Silang couldn't just wake Fujii Ren.

P.S.: The outline is almost finalized, so we need to speed things up...

Chapter 86 Magnetic Field God of War, Dead World - Beast Transformation!

The battle was not over yet; it had fully unfolded and become even more intense and heated.

For example, in the parallel phase above the fifth altar node, the battle here continues to become earth-shattering every second.

"choke---!"

With a soft hum, Yatogami Tohka once again slashed down with her sword, sweeping across countless star disks with a single strike. A fleeting purple flash cleaved through the darkness of the universe and the endless sea of ​​stars.

In the next instant, countless bursts of light from the explosions that cleaved through the path carved by the sword illuminated the entire world.

"【Analyze enemy and friendly combat capabilities and external factors, read code 18745B743E1F3345.】"

"[Script V, activated, multiple timelines converge, all classics unlocked!]"

"[Construction of the combat algorithm against the Skywing Race and the Black Round Table, activated!]"

"【Activating the 'One God' Level A Program, Magnetic Field War God!】"