Straight Death Infinity

Achilles and Atalanta both fell to the ground.

There is a hideous wound on their bodies.

Under the body, there is a pool of blood slowly expanding.

The two famous heroes in Greek mythology lay quietly like this, coughing up blood while moving their fingers.

In the end, neither Achilles nor Atalanta gave up.

It's not that I don't want to struggle, but that I can't do it.

Although the spirit core was not destroyed, both riders felt that the time of death was approaching.

"Ah..."

The two heroes who gave up struggling understood.

"Is this the power of the Demon Eye of Death...?"

exactly.

Even though the spirit core was not destroyed, Achilles and Atalanta were fatally wounded.

The critical line of death was cut off, making it impossible for the two of them to recover from their injuries.

And since the vital injuries cannot be recovered, the time of death will come sooner or later.

Even if Achilles and Atalanta struggled, it would be nothing more than an ugly move to delay death.

Therefore, the two gave up.

Even if the heart is not reconciled.

No matter how firm the belief is.

Only this matter is irreversible.

So, both of them squeezed out the last bit of strength, turned their eyes with difficulty, and looked in the direction of the throne.

There, the murder weapon in the bloody murderer's hands was still dripping their blood, only a pair of ice-blue magic eyes turned around and cast their eyes on the two of them.

Inside, there is neither pity nor sympathy, but the calmness of accepting death as a matter of course.

"Haha..." Achilles couldn't help laughing, and said with some self-mockery: "It's obvious that he killed the heroic spirit with his human body, but that guy doesn't feel proud of it at all."

"...Maybe." Atalanta looked at the ceiling and said lightly, "For that man, we are just opponents of this level."

"Have you been despised?" Achilles said so, but immediately overturned his words, saying: "No, no, it should be said that in his record, the defeated generals of our level should have There are quite a few, right?"

"That's right." Atalanta said with a faint smile on his face, "It really makes people wonder what kind of Shura field that man has gone through before he has the current strength."

"What?" Achilles said with a free and easy smile, "Has Eldest Sister taken a fancy to him?"

"It's a pity." Atalanta said slowly, "I'm not interested in men."

"Well, that's true." Achilles said with a wry smile: "After all, Eldest Sister is a believer in Artemis, and she has already sworn to remain pure."

"...That kind of thing is already irrelevant." Atalanta said indifferently as if killing her own feelings: "It's just that my wish can only end here."

Speaking of this, Atalanta's always sharp and calm tone was slightly regretful and unwilling.

Achilles knew it.

Unlike herself who simply wants to pursue a powerful opponent, Atalanta will participate in the Holy Grail War, which is a relationship with a wish to be fulfilled.

It was a wish that would be surprising to those who knew her well, but also a wish that would be taken for granted.

Basically, Atalanta's values ​​are equal to those of beasts.

It is normal to obtain food for survival by robbing.

Life and death are preordained, and only the strong and the weak decide.

Only for those children who are not cared for, Atalanta will have a sympathy that a human being should have.

The huntress, who was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, only hopes to repay this kindness to the children.

Therefore, Atalanta's wish is to use the Holy Grail to create a world where all children can grow up surrounded by love.

Although this is not as good as Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, it is still quite a distant wish.

Of course, such a wish cannot be fulfilled by the Holy Grail.

But Atalanta still held a glimmer of hope and walked on stubbornly.

The reason why he assisted Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was also because of this wish, right?

If Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's wish comes true and all human beings are saved, then children can also grow up happily.

But now, Atalanta can no longer see such a world.

"I also had a hunch that the person who killed me might be that man." Atalanta said very indifferently: "Now, this hunch has also come true, it is really a keen feeling that is only effective in a bad sense Woolen cloth."

"Really?" Achilles asked in a low voice, "Will the elder sister feel unwilling?"

"Of course, if I still have the strength to draw a bow and set an arrow, I will return that man's arrow if I die." Atalanta's voice also weakened, and said, "What about you? Do you have any regrets?"

"...Is there?" Achilles smiled, and said: "Although I got the desired opponent and satisfied my inner desire for fighting, but if possible, I hope that the teacher can finally praise me of."

The unexpected childish speech made Atalanta laugh too.

Then, light particles began to appear on the silhouettes of the two riding heroes.

"...Looks like it's time to go."

"No way, I hope that priest can really realize that wish."

After leaving such words, Achilles and Atalanta turned into a burst of light particles and disappeared with a touch of regret and a relief that they didn't even notice.

The red rider and red archer exit here.

Perhaps, as Atalanta said, this is also the doomed ending.

After all, on the first day of the Holy Grail War, the first enemy servants Fang Li encountered were these two famous Greek heroes.

Fang Li just watched the two heroes leave.

"The original enmity is settled here."

The words that only he could hear stayed here, and the ice blue in Fang Li's eyes began to fade.

"You... are you all right?"

It wasn't until this moment that Joan of Arc came to her senses, seeing Fang Li's blood dripping all over her body, she hurried over.

Only Mordred was left, his eyes under the helmet were fixed on Fang Li on the throne, and he smacked his lips inwardly.

(Master, it seems that monsters that you and I have never thought of appeared in this Holy Grail War...)

This sentence seems to have spread to Shizi Jie Jieli.

The sigh of the necromancer who understood what happened here also reached Mordred's heart.

(It is impossible to win the Holy Grail from such a monster...)

Obviously, Fang Li's outburst made the fearless master and servant hesitate.

But the Holy Grail War is still going on.

Chapter 1357: An Approaching Threat

"This…"

Joan of Arc, who had rushed to the throne, looked at Fang Li's tragic situation, and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

I saw that the flesh on Fang Li's body, which was soaked in blood, really seemed to have festered. Not only was he bleeding all the time, but even the flesh under the skin was clearly visible.

But Fang Li had a calm face after being so seriously injured.

"Okay, don't make a fuss." Fang Li said to Joan of Arc: "It just looks miserable, but it's actually not that serious of an injury."

A monster that even the gods are afraid of, a rare big poisonous snake——Bashum.

That divine beast was indeed extremely powerful.

Although its body is extremely huge, it is extremely flexible and sensitive, and its every move carries tremendous power. It just turns over, and the ground within a kilometer in diameter around it will tremble, making Fang Li not want to go with it. Head-to-head.

Of course, no matter how flexible and sensitive he is, in the face of Fang Li, who can play up to twelve times the speed of sound, Basum still has to be slaughtered.

As long as the magic eye of death is used, Fangli can kill it within 0.01 seconds, there is absolutely no suspense.

However, that big poisonous snake was able to turn itself into poisonous gas, dissipate in the poisonous gas emitted by itself, and appear in any corner of the space filled with its own poisonous gas as if teleporting.

Because of this characteristic of the opponent, Fang Li was not able to take it down in the first place, and finally his body became tattered under the erosion of the opponent's terrible poison.

If it wasn't because Fang Li killed the poison that had invaded his body, he might have been melted to the point where not even his bones were left, as Semiramis said.

After that, Fang Li killed Bashum together with the poisonous gas after it turned into poisonous gas, and then killed the highly poisonous space created by Bashum, and escaped from the isolated space.

Therefore, Fang Li seemed to be miserable, but in fact, he was only in danger, and all he suffered were some flesh wounds, nothing serious at all.

"Even so, it's better to deal with it."

Joan of Arc said very solemnly.

"After all, the opponent is a monster that even the gods are afraid of, a beast that is in charge of the power of poison. If you don't deal with it properly, I don't know if the poison will remain and cause sequelae to you."

Saying so, Joan of Arc took out a bunch of cloth strips.

"This is…"

Fang Li was a little surprised.

Because, in that ball of cloth strips, Fang Li felt a very sacred magic power.

Seeing Fang Li's surprised expression, Joan smiled slightly.

"This is the Holy Relic Cloth."

The so-called shroud refers to the shroud.

It is recorded in the Bible that after the death of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, people wrapped his body in sackcloth, and after Jesus Christ was resurrected, only the pile of sackcloth remained in the tomb.

Therefore, the body wrap used to wrap the body of the saint is called the holy relic, and it is a rare holy relic.