Arjuna!I am your Gudajun!

The request for magic power finally stopped.

It is evening.

What Tang Xuan didn't tell others was that after the supply of his magic power stabilized, he could actually vaguely feel the scene from the caster.

It was a fateful duel between kings and kings.

The dancing lights and shadows, the fighting army—these are the treasures of the King of Heroes and the King of Conquerors, as well as their own glory.

Such a heroic figure, such a fearless spirit, such a yearning--

"It's really...enviable..."

Tang Xuan sighed, opened his eyes, and the magic gathering circle around him that echoed the magic power also stopped flickering.

Because of the existence of the magic gathering circle, Tang Xuan's magic power is rapidly recovering while being greatly consumed.However, it is obvious that today is a day of recuperation, and it is not suitable to go out at this time, and it is getting dark soon.

The fluorescent lights in the affordable housing had been turned on at some point, and Takami Hitomi and Karna seemed to be chatting in low voices in the inner room, but the outer room where Tang Xuan was was still not deserted.

——In the state where he said nothing, as if he was asleep with his eyes closed, there was still someone by his side unconditionally.

The black-haired Heroic Spirit put back on his spirit clothes, and was leaning on the sofa, sitting upright, with his eyes half closed.Even in the standby state, Arjuna still had that elegant look.

"Nana..." Tang Xuan called softly, tugging at the corner of Ying Ling's pure white clothes.

Arjuna naturally turned to look at his Master, opened his eyes, and smiled slightly: "What instructions do you have, Master Xuan?"

"I think..." Tang Xuan faced out the window, the sun was about to set.A layer of golden yellow was splashed in the square sky, just like this unfinished farce is coming to an end.

"Go outside."

"I want to watch the sunset with you."

The top floor of the hotel is not a swimming pool like that of a five-star leisure club, but a few ordinary exhaust vents, one or two water storage tanks, and a stucco-colored surface.

Tang Xuan sat down on the edge of the roof, with his feet dangling outside, and swayed back and forth along with the tune he hummed softly.

"If sunrise symbolizes 'life', what is dusk?"

Tang Xuan's big red eyes reflected the light of the sun, and Ah Zhou stood beside him in silence, his gaze stayed on the setting sun for a few seconds, and then fell on the boy again.

"It should be 'Change'." He thought for a while and replied.

Tang Xuan shrugged and smiled, raised his chin slightly, looked down at the horizon with his head half up, and said loudly: "Yes, the change of life, this is the simplest natural principle. In the face of death, all living beings are equal."

"And me, of course, is no exception. I am also a mortal, and I will die."

Arjuna's expression changed slightly, he tentatively said:

"Xuan has any bad premonition again?"

Tang Xuan shook his head: "No, it's just emotion. I used to be a bad guy, arrogant, arrogant, contemptuous of everything, and self-respecting. I claimed to be a powerful existence, but I was very indifferent to ordinary people."

"I know, it's wrong—after meeting you."

"Even the weakest assassin is enough to kill me after releasing the treasure. In front of you heroic spirits, what the living have, whether it is glory or strength, is not worth mentioning."

"Nana, I yearn for your existence. I want to be a heroic spirit like you, no... as long as I can have one-tenth, or even one-thousandth of the similarity, this idea has always existed in my mind."

"In front of you, I am insignificant, a weak existence that can be killed at any time, and may die screaming at any time."

The taste of hearing the master's words became more and more strange, and Arjuna immediately interrupted the boy's words:

"Master, it is your magical power that keeps our servants alive. In this regard, it is indispensable to the Heroic Spirit no matter what."

——So, don't feel sorry for yourself, and show that... praying sad expression.

"Ah...Of course I know that." Tang Xuan lay back and looked up at the exquisite appearance of his servant from below, "I just envy such a look, but I know... with my aptitude, I can't become Heroic Spirits."

Ah Zhou half knelt down, because his height would not make Tang Xuan too tired to watch: "Xuan, becoming a heroic spirit is not an interesting thing."

——Not all servants can meet such a good Master like me...

"I know, I know, just don't do it." Tang Xuan waved his hands indiscriminately, covering his face, and read sullenly, "The poem of the hero's destiny is nice, and I also know that being a heroic spirit is not easy—— —”

"Go forward as long as you live,

To win the immediate victory.

Set off at dawn,

Dawn is coming soon』

What comes to mind are these few lines of lyrics, but what comes out of Tang Xuan's mouth are two other lines:

"'Hold high the consequences of the sins of the people's choice/competition/no matter how heavy the sins/go forth.

Dispel the darkness and go forward / Even if you lose a lot / Hold freedom in your hands / Be the master of the era. 』”

During the few minutes of speaking, the sun was already going down completely.Taking advantage of some afterglow, Tang Xuan jumped up, pulled out the long sword from behind his backhand, straightened his arms, and pointed directly at the afterglow of the sun in the west.

The sword light reflected the remaining light on the horizon, but the sun was no longer visible.

"Before it is completely dark—let Nana be my audience alone."

As the boy said so, the sword in his hand moved.

As if startled by the sky, the boy in a punk T-shirt and jeans drew his sword and danced.The sharp long sword in his hand made a low sword cry, as if echoing the pale sky and the low-pressure cyclone in the young man's heart.At this time, Tang Xuan is no longer the boy next door who always smiles gently, but the successor of the Tang family who drank all his blood and burned everything of himself!

Every thorn, every pick, every intake, and every combination is well-organized and natural.Like an eagle hitting the sky, like a sky wolf flashing, the dark clouds above the nine heavens seemed to be torn apart and divided neatly to both sides.The sword light gathered pure magic power, gradually deepening from colorless until it became a dazzling golden color.When the golden color reached its peak, the young man suddenly retracted his arms, held the sword in both hands, and poked the sky——

"'Even if I burn this sky up, I will never surrender'!"

The dazzling sword light broke through the universe, illuminating a thousand miles away.In that holy golden color, it seems that the ancient love and the protection of Shengmang are condensed. It is Tang Xuan's sword, and it is an extension of his soul that he regards as a half body.

The sky boiled up.

All this was seen by the quiet Heroic Spirit of Bow, and deep in his heart, he was also severely shocked.

A person who can use such a bright sword energy that almost purifies all filth is definitely not a treacherous person.Tang Xuan, he is a dazzling existence that can stand shoulder to shoulder with a son of the sun god.

No, he will only be more dazzling than Karna... because that is a human being with flesh and blood, and it is a treasure that he must protect in his entire life.

"Tang Xuan..."

The boy's name lingered on the tip of his tongue, and finally popped out forcefully, turning into a cordial call with rich emotions.

——I am the one who has always envied you, Xuan.

——So bright, like the moon covered by light clouds, the snow returned by the flowing wind... just like my beloved.

——master, Tang Xuan.

"How is it, my sword dance is not bad, right?" The cloud whirled, the sword light shrank, and the sharp sword was sheathed. Tang Xuan calmed down, and asked his follower with a smile, "The sky and the world can make me dance alone Yes, and only you, Nana."

Arjuna saluted, and the corners of his mouth easily rose fifteen degrees: "It's my honor, Master Xuan."

——Your figure blooms only for me.

However, just when the atmosphere was infinitely close to harmony, the originally darkened sky brightened up again.The golden swirls lined up side by side in the small sky above Tang Xuan's head, making him confused for a moment.

"What is this... wow!"

He was quickly thrown down by the heroic spirit of the bow, and deviated from his original position. At that moment, the golden treasure poured out from the vortex, and shot directly into the ground where Tang Xuan was originally with a sharp sound of piercing the sky.

Tang Xuan was protected by Arjuna, and nestled in the latter's arms in an extremely awkward and ambiguous posture.

"Nana, why...?!"

"It's a caster." Ah Zhou frowned displeasedly, picked Tang Xuan up from the ground, and held him in his arms, "He actually...attacked you."

His tone was extremely unkind.Tang Xuan was also confused, he shouted towards the opposite void:

"Wang, can I see you?"

"Hahahaha, do you also show a helpless expression, Tang Xuan—"

Human nature is imitated by the fragments of spiritual seeds, and Gilgamesh, the wise king, holds his golden ax and the pages of the book, and walks out of it: "The sword light that gathered meaningless spirits before, could it be that this king has misjudged it?"

"..." Is it because I was too ostentatious just now?Tang Xuan secretly turned his face and stuck out his tongue, struggling to jump out from the arms of his overprotective servant: "It's true that I split the sky, have you disturbed His Majesty the Wise King?

"Or, you can't wait to beat me to win the final victory?"

Hearing this, the golden king laughed out loud again:

"Are you kidding me? Hahahahahaha, this king can't wait to take back his treasures? Listen, all the treasures in this world belong to this king, including the Holy Grail—all are in this king's treasury !"

As he said that, another golden treasure attacked Tang Xuan's direction, and Arjuna shot them away one by one with arrows.

The magic power in the body did not lose much because of this.Tang Xuan carefully identified the consumption of magic power, and found that the King of Heroes did not absorb magic power from himself this time.

——That’s right, it would be a bit too much if you use magic power from me to hit me.

"So, my lord, can I understand that Mr. Tosaka Tokiomi is nearby?"

A caster is not an archer, and the only thing that can support their magician-class servants to continue fighting is the real-time supply of the master.

So Tang Xuan concluded that Tosaka Tokiomi would never be too far away from here.

"It's just a short trip for a tortoise, not worth mentioning."

The King of Heroes squinted his blood-colored pupils of God, but did not make another substantive attack: "But this king didn't miss it, you came here, Tang Xuan."

"Ah... so what will you do?" Tang Xuan asked, "Stop me from spying on your treasure? No, I must win."

Gilgamesh slanted aside the brown-skinned man who occupied his archer position, and suddenly became playful:

"Is it okay to give you the Holy Grail?"