Tribute to the Demon King

The five Matthews on the side were completely stunned.

This cruel way of fighting, this fanatical belief, the monster-like immortality that won't die even if your brain is smashed...

Are they really crusaders?

Moreover, what is that "King of Eden"?

Just when they were hesitating, another knight respectfully knelt down on the ground.

That was the knight whose heart had been pierced before.

"What are they going to do...?"

Mash sensed a bad premonition.

Da Vinci couldn't help but frowned: "Maybe, it's to..."

--as predicted.

The knight took out his own oil bottle from his waist, and poured it on himself in the name of King Eden.

Then, the remaining two knights pierced his body with the flaming swords in their hands.

The body of the knight kneeling on the ground trembled violently, starting from the head and the whole body was slowly melting.A pillar of fire similar to the one before broke through the air again.

"What happened to you?"

Roman's confused voice sounded from the void: "The follower reacted suddenly and quickly moved away from you..."

"Can't you see anything, Doctor?!"

Matthew asked in surprise: "Didn't you even detect the energy response?"

"Nothing at all."

Dr. Roman replied bluntly: "There is nothingness in front of you. After all, a hostile vital sign has dissipated... Are you sure there is someone over there? I suspect that you may have fallen into someone's illusion..."

Just when he was halfway through speaking, his voice suddenly became full of noise, and the image began to shake.

A knight turned his head and stared at Roman and Matthew.

There was a pale halo in his eyes.

At that moment, the bodies of Mash, Jean-Mario, and Kotomine Shirou suddenly froze in place.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sense of terror hit my heart.

"Wait, the monitoring screen has become blurry!"

Roman's voice mixed with noise was elongated, became sharp and distorted: "There are...strange color blocks...that pollute your surroundings! Your...mental condition...is very bad! What happened——"

"—Are you curious about me?"

One of the knights sighed softly and showed a gentle smile: "Then let me tell you a story..."

"Romani Akiman. And you... Webber."

Author's message:

Mr. Quanqin, you are so hot.

Recently, the upstairs is being renovated, and I can be knocked up after seven o'clock, and then I have a headache and panic all day long, and I can't make up for it... I have been sleepy for a week, and I really can't hold it today (flutter)

Mr. Quanqin died again...on the penultimate day of this month.Sudden loss of 500 yuan... (heartache)

...IneedAV (tears)

Good night, good night, I can't bear it anymore, everyone... I'm asleep, I'm asleep

Chapter 70 You will understand sooner or later

The noise of atmospheric shattering came from the void.

Communications from Chaldea become blurred, with audio and video flickering violently and then disappearing.At the moment when it was about to disappear, it seemed that several exclamations came from the control room.

But Matthew and his party had no time to care about those details.

Under the gaze of the two crusader knights, the bodies of Mash, Jean Mario, and Kotomine Shirou gradually floated up.

"Back to Eden—"

As the two knights sang in unison, the sandstorm surrounding them gradually subsided.

But it wasn't that the wind stopped before them.It was because of the emerald green light full of vitality that ignited around them.

A few flowers, accompanied by a few grasses, were born from their feet.

Even facing the big sandstorm that wiped out all life, they still raised their heads arrogantly.

Then, a group of flowers bloom.

Starting from the feet of the two knights, countless flowers spread out in all directions.The dry desert turned into an oasis, and the sandstorm was pushed away by an invisible barrier, so the world became clean, and the desert turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

But watching this scene equivalent to a miracle, Fujimaru Tatsuka and the others were not at all moved.

Only endless fear emerges from the bottom of my heart.And an indescribable, inexplicable urge.

— as if wanting to sing something.