After crossing, I inherited Uruk

Following Enoshima Dunko's order, one of the three traces that together constituted the figure of the command spell disappeared, and it was replaced by the boy in the yellow robe who finally moved.

The yellow robe moved automatically without wind, and something extended from it, sticky and obscure, and attacked the people around at a speed that ordinary people could hardly dodge.

Those are tentacles—you can describe them like this, as if they grew from the body of some deep-sea creature, and it makes people feel shuddering involuntarily when they look at them.I didn't even dare to imagine the touch of the soft limbs of the aquatic creatures.

If it is an ordinary person, no, even those with supernatural powers, these agents from the Supernatural Secret Service Division who have passed the various assessments and finally selected, may not be able to escape being penetrated by tentacles that do not belong to humans at first glance, devouring their flesh and blood possibility.

No one wants to try the tactile sensation when the tentacles roll onto the body, and the unknown power.

After all, in the face of such an unreasonable situation, most people will subconsciously judge this threat with the worst situation imaginable in their minds.

However, at those critical moments when ordinary people—at least compared to these out-of-spec servants—ordinary people were completely unresponsive, the uncatchable attack was blocked.

Just like in the game, the existence of the air wall that always makes the player smile or jump in anger appears in reality, isolating the contact between the tentacles and innocent humans.

No—actually, there must be something.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, and it seemed like a second was like a year, as if the time of the whole world had stopped.

But what the staff of the secret service department waited for was not the flashback that should have surfaced after being torn apart by the tentacles.

It was a slightly hurried voice that woke them up from a trance and a certain feeling of sanity drain after witnessing the strange tentacles.

"The members of group A are now retreating, leaving the original place, and going to support group B after repairing. Group B immediately started to act, confirm the blockade of the site, and leave this place for them. Don't care about the loss of surrounding buildings during the battle, and give priority to the people and themselves safety! I repeat, start retreating!"

It came from the headset that had been worn all the time, the voice of Chief Ango Sakaguchi, who was in charge of this operation.

Out of trust in the boss and obedience to orders at work, and they really realized that the thing in front of them was beyond their ability to deal with—in a word, it was right to run.

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Even if there was a member of the Secret Service who was muttering in his heart that Enoshima Junko, a middle school girl, would use such a big battle to deal with her, the little doubts in his heart disappeared instantly with the facts.

Terrible, really terrible.Even the secret service staff who have been dealing with all kinds of abnormal guys all year round can't help but think that there are more and more monsters in this world.

At this time, it is still necessary to use magic to defeat magic, so Enoshima shield child should be handed over to Detective Ayatsuji.

And as for the guy who wrapped his body under the yellow coat——

After the members of the Secret Service received the order.Although subjectively wanting to escape, the guy in yellow would not let them run away.It's just that the tentacle will always be blocked by the air wall in time when it is about to attack others.

The boy whose whole body was covered under the yellow clothes finally uttered his voice for the first time: "It's the wind."

It is an invisible barrier formed by gathering the power of the wind.

Thousands of years ago, Urningal used this power to protect the people of Uruk.

And now, he is also using this power to protect people who should not suffer accidents here.

However, if you want to talk about the difference between the two, there are actually some...

Although they all have a protective heart, but this time, Urningal is more for himself.

Urningal looked down at this self who didn't know what kind of world he belonged to and what he had experienced.

After many times of blocking, the one who seemed to be slightly interested in these wind walls raised his head, temporarily stopped his attack, and looked in the direction of Urningal again.

Ok?

Urningal, who was very familiar with the boy's appearance and had only seen him from a distance not long ago, quickly realized what was wrong.

At some point, a mutation happened to that boy.The young man raised his head slightly, his yellow hood was slightly blown by the wind, his black hair slightly covered his eyes, which should have been black as well, had turned golden.

It was both surprising and familiar.

The Ishtar attached to the girl's body in Urningal's memory, when the god's side has the upper hand, the color of the pupils of the eyes will turn golden, and the sense of majesty and oppression is only apparent. As the side of the gods.

However, such a change has appeared in that self, which is really not good no matter how you look at it.

Although there were already a lot of thoughts in his heart, on the surface, Urningal even curled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

"This color is not for you, after all, I know you (me) best - don't I."

Urningal said in a tone as if he was chatting with a good friend with whom he had a good relationship.

"Ah, maybe it's because you're not used to it. It's like it's always a little uncomfortable after you just cut your hair. Anyway, I like your dark eyes better."

What answered him was the figure of the young man who jumped up from the ground and suddenly jumped up. He shuttled between the buildings at a high speed, and soon rushed in the direction where Urningal was.

One step faster than the boy's figure was the tentacles that attacked Urningal first.

"It's really merciless." Urningal couldn't help but say this.

It's like losing your humanity.The man-made hope deprived of memory and emotion has become so indifferent and uninterested in everything, so how much personality do you retain in this situation?

The young man with blond hair and red eyes wanted to use the wind wall to block the young man's attack again.

But this time, I felt that the force of hitting the wind wall was much stronger than before.

What I want to say... It's like it was just a trivial joke to tease ordinary human beings before, but now... it's a real move to kill him.

oops.

Seeing that the wind wall seemed to be somewhat irresistible, Urningal simply took the initiative to remove the barrier directly, then changed his hand to hold the dagger that emerged from it, and neatly chopped off several of them after dodging several attacks. root tentacles.

It's so fierce, did I have this kind of personality before?Nope.

Urningal's smile couldn't help showing a bit of helplessness, and at the same time, he raised his vigilance in his heart, ready to deal with the opponent's attack at any time.

Take me out of here—Enoshima Dunko ordered this at the time, so after several attacks on the surrounding people were blocked, this descendant chose to take the lead in defeating the crow that had been hindering his actions. Erninggar is also a normal choice.

At least that's how it looks in the eyes of others.

But Urningal felt something different.

Did you, did it on purpose? While avoiding the tentacles, Urningal swung his sword to cut them off from time to time.And when he saw those golden pupils again, such a thought appeared in his heart.

His strength was only partially revealed when dealing with me.However, it was as if I already knew that just saying this would not cause me any real harm.

If you think about it this way, the restrained strength you used to deal with the members of the Secret Service was not out of arrogance or indifference, but because of...

The boy in the yellow robe also stopped on the top floor of a building.It seems that the attack was temporarily stopped due to meaningless actions.But Urningal knew that was not the case.

Because this is a battle, one side dies, one side wins, it's that simple.

He could feel that all the ordinary humans around him had retreated, the battlefield had been swept away, the stage was opened, and the leading role was the boy in yellow... and Urningal himself was also an indispensable member of the repertoire. .

There is no possibility of reconciliation, even if Urningal still has the Wanfu Bingying broken ring that he took from the treasury before.

Because Urningal knew that that was his (my) wish too.

Cthulhu, do you want to see what kind of ending he will usher in?

Then let us deduce all this together and show the real ending with common determination.

In the end, the child was completely polluted and eroded, and the world went to despair and madness, or was it up to him to liberate his other self.

In any case, even if it is only because his existence is to maintain the supply of magic power by absorbing the innocent souls and flesh of others, it is a mistake for Urningal that he is here now.

Just like Caster who was dealt with earlier.

You (me) should leave too.

Magic power fluctuations, huge magic power fluctuations.

Even if he is not a Ruler class, Urningal can still feel the huge fluctuations of magic power spreading from the yellow-clothed self as the center, which is so huge that it is completely impossible to ignore.

Accompanied by the boy's low voice, those tentacles were retracted under the yellow robe.

But that's not something to let your guard down, because right after that——

"The dead king hunted the gods, covered the sky, covered the sun, the bones of the earth gods trembled, and the stars stopped. Sing, act, put on costumes, enjoy dinner, and start the play - Chalk Lake The realm where the sins of heaven are cut off!" (?)

With the liberation of the real name of the Noble Phantasm, all the surrounding scenes were replaced by brand-new scenes. There were no tall buildings and buildings, and some were just a performance stage that looked like a drama was about to start.

It turned out to be... an inherent enchantment?

This is a dilapidated looking theater and stage, with only seats and no audience.

When he looked up, he could see the starry sky.

Flickering, as if something flickered past.

Everything around, the entire scene, was distorted in an instant.

It's like the broken screen of an old TV, or the usual plot of some third-rate horror movie.

In an instant, this place seemed to have changed from a theater to a hell.It seems that everything is distorted, chaotic, incomprehensible, and indescribable.

The sky turned pink at this time, and two suns hung above it.

Then the next second, like an old light bulb flickering, it returned to normal.

It's like the master here deliberately controlled everything, not showing the most terrifying truth here.

But even so, even if he just stayed here, Urningal could not help being affected and felt dizzy for a while.

He didn't know the true effect of this inherent enchantment.However, if he didn't keep his hand, or didn't have his own certain understanding of these.

If other people, even Servants, came here...I'm afraid they might also fall into madness.

But no.

The boy's face is no longer visible.

He just stood there, but he didn't know when he put on a white mask on his face.

Urningal let out a sigh of relief, his eyes became firm.

His (my) wishes have already been expressed so clearly, if I don't take any action, it would be too uncool.

Drawing a bow and archery requires concentration and concentration.In the chaotic space where the scenes were flickering and changing, Urningal took out the bow and arrow that once killed the gods again.

This is a bow made to protect the country.

Drenched in the flesh and blood of the enemy, it has been injected with curses ever since.

However, for his (me) level of erosion, perhaps this curse will not be of much use.

But it doesn't matter, after all, Urningal didn't have a habit of torturing himself.

The god who once defeated the power of time.And that god's elder brother is also an invisible existence in that mythical field.

What's more, dealing with this kind of follower.

This kind of servant who is involved with God.

"Let's write the ending of this drama together." Urningal said softly.

Accompanied by his voice, golden waves appeared around the boy in yellow, and silver chains appeared, locking the boy's body at a speed that others could not react to at all.

The golden starlight gathers in Urningal's hands.

The bow and arrow that appeared—with the concept of being able to defeat a super-standard god, was pulled away and aimed.

"Use myself to make an oath of protection, to give the enemy the punishment that tears time and space, in order to protect the homeland of the land of other gods - straight through the shocking arrow of Taixu!"

Finally, let go and hit.

……

What kind of twisted world would he see in his eyes?

Maintaining a poor sobriety in the midst of madness, what exactly did he endure and pay?

The boy was lying on the ground, his white mask already shattered.Fortunately, what was hidden behind it was not a scary face full of tentacles, but the boy's expressionless appearance.

It's like waiting for the end.After all, the spirit core has been shattered, so it can be said that it is powerless.

footsteps...

From far to near, and then, the blond youth who stood condescendingly at his side and looked down at him appeared in the boy's field of vision.

The young man held a strangely shaped dagger in his hand, and stabbed the black-haired boy lightly.

then……

"what……"

Maybe it's the effect of the dagger, or maybe it's because after the spirit core was broken, even the connection and erosion became weaker, or something else.All in all, the boy blinked and sighed softly.

"Scared me, I thought you were going to make up the knife, didn't you give hospice care?"

"It's a kind of hospice care for you to cut off contact with her before you leave?"

"Well...that makes sense."

The boy made an appearance of thinking seriously, and then smiled softly.

"You have changed so much, you always feel that you have experienced a lot of things."

"Maybe I should return this sentence to you?"

"a ha ha ha……"

Facing the young man's ridicule, Urningal withdrew his feigned anger, and then smiled helplessly.

"Forget it. You have worked hard, do you want to listen to music?"

In the end, Urningal didn't choose to ask what happened to him, but chose to change the topic.

The boy also answered the conversation in a good manner: "Why, you have also lit up your singing skills?"

"No, it's playing the piano."

Urningal took out the golden bull's head harp that he had never had a chance to use, and couldn't help showing nostalgia.

"When I was young, I went to find craftsmen from other countries to build it. It was also from that time that something extraordinary happened. Thinking about it now... it seems that everything started from that time, and I also It ended up being what it is now.”

"Hey... this is that one, the golden bull's head harp. I didn't expect to see the real thing."

"Ah, that's right."

Urningal plucked the strings.

In ancient society, the harp was originally a musical instrument with the function of suppressing evil spirits.

It is also a Noble Phantasm that has been sublimated due to the existence of Urningal.If it is said to dispel evil and ominous existence, or evil spirits and curses, it does have a role.

"It hasn't been this easy for a long time..."

Finally, under the sound of the piano, the boy smiled and said.

"Thank you……"

"That's enough."

The boy's figure turned into stars and dissipated in the air.Although Urningal was a little melancholy, he felt more relaxed in his heart.

In this way, this world will not usher in the ending like in my memory.

Enoshima Dunko... She was exposed so early this time, if Ango Sakaguchi and the others can't handle it well in this situation... No, he is still clear about Ango Sakaguchi's ability, and there will be absolutely no problem .

In this way, he can say goodbye to the past with complete peace of mind.

Say goodbye to past experiences, and say goodbye to... the old self.

The nightmare of death that had once haunted him no longer haunted him.

And he should go back to Uruk, back to the main body.

After all, the future is still very long, and there are the country and people he guards, as well as his important friends, isn't it?

Urningal raised his head, glanced at a certain direction in the distance, then retracted his gaze, turned and left.

Then ask Ango some details, say goodbye to the master, and leave this world.

After all, everyone has their own future to go.

……

"Hmph, it's not big or small."

In the direction that Urningal glanced at, Gilgamesh, who was dressed in trendy casual clothes, snorted.

Probably because the matter had settled, he had no interest in watching, so he also left here.

Wang, who has gained flesh/body, rides a motorcycle with jaw-dropping prices.

"It's not too bad, though. That's it."

……

Of course, if you want to say that there are people who are disappointed in this, or other things, there are actually some.

But how can human beings guess the mind of that existence?

"It's so boring."

The evil god behind the scenes commented like this, but he was not interested anymore.He still has more, more things to do, and this place is not the only place where He can accidentally cast his gaze.

The demonic god looked away.

And the stories of other people in this world will continue...in this world that will not suffer from the baptism of despair.

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