People in the sandbox, starting from the moment they land on the ground and become gods

"What a joke! I can kill him alone."

Gilmegas's veins popped out and he said with a forced smile that he had not yet settled the score with this guy.

The fact that his royal treasury was forcibly locked without his consent.

"Then come on!"

Su Nian pretended to encourage him, then with a snap of his fingers, he took out some comfortable chairs from the King's Treasury of Gilmegas and sat down.

"Please ask the Hero King to perform."

Anyway, Su Nian came here just to watch the show and perform.

More importantly, he wanted to see how Angra Mainyu, who had merged the evil of this world and given an illusory spirit, would perform.

The talisman did not meet his expectations, as well as the output and performance of the illusory spiritual gift.

"Hmph! Miscellaneous cultivator, then take a good look at my heroic figure."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, crossed his arms over his chest, and faced the huge hole and the black mud surging in the hole.

He would not take this guy's offense seriously for the time being, and would settle the score with him after he had dealt with all the evil in the world with absolute force.

"Hey, Iskandar, and Master, Wang Hassan, would you like some of this guy's divine wine?"

Seeing that Gilmegas didn't care, Su Nian became even more unscrupulous. After all, there were many things in the King's Treasury.

There wouldn't be much left if you took anything at all. Su Nian saw so much of this magical wine alone that it was as much as a lake.

"Good wine, I won't be polite then."

Iskandar was not polite at all and directly took the glass of divine wine from Su Nian's hand.

After drinking it all in one gulp and wiping the wine that flowed from the corner of his mouth, Iskandar sighed.

"As expected of the Hero King's treasure."

"Of course. There is nothing in this king's treasury that cannot be called a treasure."

Gilgamesh said very arrogantly that it was just a little wine and he didn't care about these things.

Of course, Su Nian was not a thief, and he had no interest in taking anything from Gilgamesh's treasure house.

He usually chooses to take it in person.

Apart from bringing out some luxurious chairs, tables and divine wine, nothing else was done.

On the other side, countless golden ripples surged behind Gilgamesh, and within the golden ripples, countless treasures of various shapes shot out.

Knife, spear, sword, halberd, axe, hatchet, hook, fork, whip, mace...

It was like a free bullet shot out from the king's treasury.

It shot towards the black mud that was quietly flowing there.

Yet, it might be of some use at first, and might do some harm to the evils of this world.

But soon, those treasures were devoured by the evil of this world and disappeared.

The evils of this world quickly evolved corresponding resistances, such as resistance to purification, high temperatures, and toxins.

Those treasures can no longer harm it in the slightest.

Just like the simulated star map of absolute evil, Atavis, the ability that Su Nian fictionalized for the evil of this world is evolution.

After being attacked by any kind of attack, you can evolve corresponding resistance and resist the attack from the opposite direction.

Moreover, the evil in this world has a certain polluting ability, and soon these treasures are swallowed up, polluted, and then recorded and simulated.

The most important point is that Type-Moon is a mess of concepts with many attacks and special attacks.

As long as you adapt to most of the Type-Moon's concept special attacks, then when you return to the small garden and are re-observed, there is a high probability that you will be able to come up with a sufficiently powerful resistance gift.

The Little Garden also emphasizes concept special attacks, but it’s not as outrageous as Type-Moon.

Restraint is greater than heaven, and special attack is at the level of a god.

"It seems to be of no use."

Scathach said as she looked at the evil of this world which was calm without a trace of fluctuation.

"Even the other party was not forced out."

The evils of this world can be endured, but they cannot be endured.

Given the corrosive nature of the virus, if the evil of this world persists for a few days, it is estimated that only zombies will be left in this world.

Their coming has no meaning.

"You're too talkative. Of course, this king knows."

Gilgamesh was a little angry when he saw the evil of this world who didn't even respond.

Is his attack so weak that it can't even cause any damage to the opponent?

"This king has no need for contaminated treasures."

Gilgamesh sneered and completely destroyed the Noble Phantasm that was shot out into the evil of this world.

boom! boom! boom!

It was like being bombed, countless black muds were blown away and splashed everywhere, and even Su Nian almost got some of it on his body.

It's based on the same principle as Shirou Emiya's illusion collapse, except that Shirou Emiya explodes the Noble Phantasm that he projected himself.

What Gilgamesh blew up were the treasures in his own treasury. Because they were not projected, their power was even greater when they exploded.

Finally, the black mud was blown up, and Angora Mainyu, who was hiding in the black mud, finally appeared.

Angra Mainyu, who had silver hair, tan skin, and looked very similar to Irisviel, slowly raised her head.

He looked at this group of heroes and spoke slowly.

"You shouldn't have woken me."

The next moment, all the ordinary people in Fuyuki City, even Waver, had black, sticky blood flowing out of their mouths and eye sockets.

Almost in the blink of an eye, black blood covered half of Weber's body.

"Rider, save me! I don't want to die yet!"

Waver's spineless voice rang out, but because he was a magician, he unexpectedly held on for a while.

But the other residents of Fuyuki City were not so lucky.

A moment later, zombies with deformed bodies swarmed towards Liudong Temple.

Killed the last living person.

Chapter 81: Today's Fuyuki City is still as nuclear-damaged as ever

"Weber!"

Finally, he watched his Master fall into crisis and become an inhuman being in agony.

Even the heroic Iskandar could not endure it any longer. He roared like a wild beast, as if trying to wake up Weber.

Although they had only been together for a few days, he had already accepted his Master, who was a little cowardly but actually very brave and talented.

This Master who said one thing and meant another, this Master who often scolded him.

"Weber, are you willing to share the joy of conquering the world with me?"

Iskandar looked coldly at Angra Mainyu who stood there without moving at all, like a statue.

Even now, his whole body was in pain of deformation and the pain of his flesh and blood being eaten away.

At this dying moment, Weber shouted with his last bit of strength.

"I do! It's just a shame, Rider, that I can't conquer the world with you."

"Very good, it seems that I will not return empty-handed from this Holy Grail War."

Iskandar nodded with satisfaction, then pulled the reins to make the resting sacred bull stand up, and then drew the dagger at his waist and pointed it at [The Evil of This World] Angra Mainyu.

"Then, let's launch a magnificent charge against the evil demon that destroys the world!"

King of Conquerors Iskandar roared, sounding the horn of reunion.

“Ah la la—”

The scene in front of me flashed and the scene suddenly changed.

All I saw was yellow sand flying all over the sky.

A red giant holding a dagger, riding a divine bull with thunder under its feet, led thousands of heroes in a desperate charge towards Angra Mainyu.

Among them were kings, powerful ministers, nobles, ordinary soldiers, and serfs, but here they had a common identity.

The King's army that conquers the world with Alexander the Great and attempts to reach the end of the world.

However, [The Evil of This World] Angra Mainyu still did not move, and just crossed his fingers in a praying gesture.

Just like a devout nun.

Tens of thousands of troops charged towards the evil of this world that was like a statue.

The army composed of Heroic Servants surrounded the evil of this world.

But will things really go as smoothly as Iskandar thinks?

On the contrary, it was not Angra Mainyu, the Evil of This World, who was surrounded, but Iskandar and his army.

On the outskirts of the King’s army, one and a half million zombies infected with the Black Light Virus surged in like a tide.

Their limbs are agile, like crawlers, or like black light monsters.

Every part of his body is contaminated by the evil of this world and the black light virus, and he will be harmed if touched.

In an instant, they became their compatriots.

They are like undead spirits, immortal, tireless, and without any sense of pain.

They only have a desire for flesh and blood!!

"Rider? I think I'm fine."

Perhaps this was the only good news? Waver was temporarily out of danger, becoming one of the ministers who followed his king's army.

A red cloak of the same style as Iskandar's was put on him at some point, representing that he would enjoy the joy of conquering the world together with King of Conquerors Iskandar.

At this moment, Weber Velvet was no longer the young boy he had just been.

But it is Zhuge Kongming (El-Melloi II) who merged with Zhuge Kongming's spiritual base in the future.

Perhaps it was because Waver believed from the bottom of his heart that he was Iskandar's subject.

With the blessing of countless miracles, this young man descended into the king's army with the spiritual foundation of the future.

"This is the Grand Military Advisor's ultimate formation, the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation!"

With the support of the King's army, countless huge rocks rose up, forming a psychedelic formation.

At this time, under the command of Weber, or Kong Ming, an army of 50,000 servants began to counter-strangle the 1.5 million zombies.

King of Conquerors Iskandar gave Weber all his power and drove the chariot himself, charging into the zombie horde that was like a tide.

However, the advantage is only temporary.

Those zombies even lost their heads, had their limbs cut off, or were burned to ashes.

Even if only one hand was left, it would still jump madly towards the nearest flesh and blood.

Soon, the servant army was infected and assimilated into zombies.

The morale of the king's soldiers began to decline.

Faced with this monster, the soldiers who were advancing forward began to be afraid.

"Monster!!"

"Wang, I want to go home!"

“I don’t want to be a monster…”

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