Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

The hair on the forehead of this powerful warrior of the Knights Templar had become messy.

Even though his appearance is a fatal temptation to many women?

"Sorry, I was a little bit embarrassing just now."

"But there is no problem now. Let us work together to send this evil demon back to where it belongs."

Altria took a heroic step forward, then reached out and pulled out the Sword of Promised Victory that had just been stuck in the ground at her side.

"Even if you say so, there is no way to open a direct path to the center. It is difficult to even get close."

Iskandar said helplessly.

Just now they had used up all their martial arts to try to clear a path, and even released their treasures more than once.

However, when they reached the center of the battlefield, they could no longer move forward because the opponent's attack intensity was increasing.

In order not to waste more magic power, he could only retreat temporarily.

"Please leave this to me."

"The treasure I release can open up a path to the center of the battlefield."

"I see, it's a castle-killing treasure!?"

Diarmuid immediately nodded in understanding, then threw the yellow pistol in his other hand to the ground, and raised the red spear in one hand as if throwing a javelin.

"In that case, leave the task of piercing its heart to me."

Boom!

Endless blue lightning began to shine, like the roar of the God King of Olympus.

"In that case, leave the task of escorting the two of you to me."

Iskandar directly drew the sword from his waist, and the divine bull stepped on thunder and lightning, rushing swiftly towards the gray sea in front. Along with it, there was also Iskandar's roar full of majestic spirit.

"——ViaExpugnatio (Distant Ravage Domination)!!!"

"Ahahahaha——"

The true name of the Noble Phantasm was released, and with an angry battle cry, Iskandar launched his charge like the god of thunder covered in lightning.

"In that case."

Altria's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.

The majestic and terrifying magic power dissipated directly from her hands, and continued to accumulate in the air, finally accumulating in the air to form a new, even larger volume.

The female warrior held in her hand a huge, glowing object that could barely be called a sword.

“——Excaliber (Sword of Promised Victory)!!”

The uncontrollable magic power was spinning like a whirlpool, and the escaping magic power seemed to be trembling in fear of something.

After Artoria released the true name of the "Holy Sword" in her hand, highly concentrated magic power erupted like an active volcano.

The light was distorted in an instant.

It was as if a bright moon was rising from the ground, releasing a bright white crescent-like flame in the air.

The shining light of the Age of Gods rushed past violently, directly evaporating all the moisture and magic power in the air.

Just like a comet passing through the deep and dark universe, the light emitted unimaginable heat, and the shock waves spreading around burned all the gray water clean.

That is right at this moment.

In the sky above the battlefield, an object that looked like a golden boat was floating in the sky.

Gilgamesh, who had just been standing here, was now wearing his golden armor and holding a glass filled with wine in his hand.

"Tokiomi, it looks very shining, right?"

On the side, Tōsaka Tokiomi, who was still wearing his crimson suit, leather shoes and a moustache, stood on the edge of the golden boat, casting his gaze.

"It is indeed a dazzling light, worthy of the noble character of King Arthur in the legend."

"These rays of light are the trust that the people of that era had in her, and they are the brilliance condensed from hope."

After expressing his opinion, Tōsaka Tokiomi pursed his lips.

This look seems like he is preparing something that is difficult to say, or it feels like he is preparing a speech.

"My great king, I have something to say, but I wonder if I can tell you."

"Ugh!"

Gilgamesh changed his sitting position, and his blood-red eyes fell on Tōsaka Tokiomi.

"Okay, I allow it."

"Please, King, destroy this evil demon under your feet."

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Chapter 4 k Sanctions

"Even though they are just a bunch of clowns."

"But it's totally enough to deal with this garbage."

"Tokiomi, give me your reasons."

Gilgamesh raised his chin proudly.

"This group of heroic spirits below may indeed destroy this evil demon."

Tōsaka Tokiomi bowed his head respectfully.

"But, Caster has offended you after all. I think that as the supreme king, you should personally punish this disrespectful person."

This was the argument that Tōsaka Tokiomi had already thought of.

This was also the reason why Tōsaka Tokiomi felt that he could persuade Gilgamesh when he was in the church just now.

"Um--"

Gilgamesh held his left cheek with one hand, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Indeed.

For Gilgamesh at this time, anyone who provoked him would have only one outcome.

That is to send it to death with your own hands.

Especially since this guy had just challenged the thing he cared about most.

That would be to lump him in the same league with those filthy, false gods.

"can!"

The reply was given in an understated manner.

However, Gilgamesh did not seem to be about to stand up.

I saw him gently lift his index finger which was resting on the chair handle.

Several nodes in the sky above the golden boat appeared to be distorted.

As the distortion opened, golden ripples began to fluctuate.

Ten treasures that didn't look very powerful slowly emerged from the ripples.

"call out--"

"Shhhh-"

There were several consecutive sounds of air being torn apart, leaving behind several golden tracks in the dark night sky, which looked like those left by a jet plane in action.

But such an attack did not create much waves.

The gray sea, which had just had half of its gas evaporated by the golden torrent, still easily blocked this attack.

"Boom boom boom——"

It was like something heavy was stepping on the ground, and an object was whizzing towards them with a sound like thunder and lightning.

"ExcaliburMorgan (Sword of Promised Victory)——!!!"

The radiance of the holy sword was released once again.

The brilliant light released unimaginable heat. Led by Iskandar's mighty chariot, Altria followed the passage directly, crossed a distance of several hundred meters in an instant, and swung out her second weapon.

ExcaliburMorgan (Sword of Promised Victory)'s two-shot burst.

The blazing light burned the sea of ​​​​ash.

He tore open the barrier in front of Giles, who had turned himself into a core and whose mind was completely in chaos and disorder.

"Please, King, take action again."

This time, Tōsaka Tokiomi's voice sounded a little more urgent.

"Shut up, Tokiomi."

"Do you want more of my treasures to be contaminated with this disgusting stuff?"

There was a very brief dispute of one sentence in the sky.

The red spear was like a streak of lightning, following the golden torrent of light, and accurately pierced Caster's head.

"After all, they are just insects. Why do I need to do anything with them myself?"

Gilgamesh's eyes were filled with arrogance and disdain.

Tōsaka Tokiomi was speechless for a while.

A deep feeling of powerlessness lingered in his heart.

What he was referring to was not this, but the ownership of the Command Seals.

This would also allow him to make up for the Command Seal he had wasted.

After all, this heroic spirit of his is so powerful.

How could this heroic spirit possibly accept what he wanted to accomplish?

Therefore, only by possessing more Command Seals could he be 100% sure that this Heroic Spirit would go to his own destruction.

Toosaka Tokiomi has his own evil thoughts here.

Gilgamesh looked at the deep blue figure beneath his feet with interest.

For him who is the only one who values ​​himself.

The little girl below who loves to dream may be worth making cry.

But no matter what.

None of them noticed that an unusual foreign object had quietly approached their location.

……

The dark grey ocean was still rolling with turbulent waves a second ago, with countless resentful spirits wandering on the sea and creatures wailing.

In the next second.

As the unfolding magic circle was broken, the ocean disappeared.

All that was left was a devastated land and various destroyed buildings.

And the one standing in the very center, hunched over.

The crimson spear pierced through the "Textbook of Luo Yan" held in Caster's hand and pierced through Caster's head.

"Have you left already?"

"It seems that the King of Conquerors has noticed something."

Vitan lowered his eyes, looked at the battlefield not far away, and sneered.

"But this result can be considered pretty good."

"If there are more, the souls will be too deeply entangled and it will be difficult to deal with."

"Mr. Vitan, were you talking about my question just now?"