Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

Countless golden wands emerged from the ripples behind him, gathering the energy of magic. As Gilgamesh spoke, they continuously launched powerful attacks at the Lahmu waves.

He seemed not to notice that Bree had deserted his post, or perhaps he suspected it but ignored it.

On the other side, as Bree walked down the city wall, he couldn't wait to transform into Lannis, his only idle clone.

An avatar with a role-playing degree of less than 15% is no different from a simple skin, but it is still much stronger than the human body and very safe.

Although Gilgamesh on the city wall looks like he is killing everyone, he is actually still saving his magic power to deal with the real enemy he will face next.

Once Tiamat arrives at the city in person, the outermost barrier will be useless. At that time, Gilgamesh will take the initiative to withdraw the defense and devote everything to the attack.

In other words, no one will be able to resist Lahmu at that time, and they will rush into Uruk and destroy it with wanton devastation.

This most likely included Bree's home within the Temple of Ishtar.

If the door is destroyed, Bree will most likely be judged as a failure by the system and sent directly back to Fuyuki City.

If it had been a few days ago, it would have been fine, but now Tiamat was right in front of him. He had finally come this far. If the mission failed for this reason, Bree would feel worse than having eaten a marking worm.

Therefore, Bree himself decided to stay at home and leave the fighting on the front line to his clones.

Just as she walked back to the temple of Ishtar, she suddenly noticed a mound of earth in front of her.

"Crackling..." Black sharp claws emerged from the ground and scratched the ground.

"This is..." Bree was stunned for a moment, then she immediately snapped her fingers.

Mercury-like liquid flowed from under her feet onto the shadow, which then silently climbed up and transformed into a silver maid.

This is Kenneth's representative magic outfit, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. After being improved by Lannis herself and fused and strengthened with Sima Yi, it has become an extremely exaggerated treasure.

The mercury maid stretched out her hand towards Lahmu who stuck his head out, and her silver tentacles shot out like bullets, piercing through Lahmu's head.

"Ga!" With only one last scream, Rahm turned into flowing mud.

"A little weak..." Bree thought there would be an exaggerated and fierce battle, but Lahmu died like a roadside corpse.

Perhaps the golden barrier also had an effect on the underground, so that even though Rahmu had struggled to get out, he was also severely weakened.

but……

"This one looks so weird...it feels like it's even bigger?" Bree touched her chin and thought.

60. Continue for a while

The lush jungles of Mesopotamia are like natural hiding places, where people can take refuge temporarily even in the face of disasters like today.

Jin Gu held onto a tree and sat down, breathing heavily. His holy face no longer had the calmness that belonged to him.

He covered his heart, and the scarlet blood with a golden glow flowed down his body to the ground, mixing with the wet soil.

The blood and dust mixed into a disgusting mud... It was so disgusting, I seemed to have seen this scene not long ago.

Jin Gu lowered his head and smiled in self-mockery, and there were already double images in his eyes.

"It's Jingu!"

"Here! Here!"

"Kill him! Kill him! He's no use anymore!"

Jingu could understand Lahmu's language, and he felt several cold smells approaching him.

He was betrayed.

As the leader of the new humans and a dedicated weapon of Tiamat, he intends to lead these Lahmu to take over the world in a more orderly manner.

However, things did not go as he wished. Rahm was like a wild cat, enjoying killing humans and had no interest in peace and order.

They backstabbed King Kong, who tried to teach them, and dug out the Holy Grail from his heart.

Now, Jingu is like a piece of trash thrown away, hiding here in a miserable state, surrounded by Rahm in shame.

It doesn't matter. Dying here... maybe that's what I deserve...

In a trance, Jingu seemed to have returned to the Blood Temple a few days ago. He stood in a dark corner, watching Kama soaking his feet and sitting opposite Gorgon.

From the beginning to the end, he never belonged to any party and was just a tool that could be used and discarded at will.

What a sad life...

Just as Jin Gu closed his eyes and prepared to accept death, the sound of flesh being cut rang in his ears.

"Wow!"

"What is that? Ah!"

"Smells just like Mommy—Pfft!"

Jin Gu tried hard to open his eyes. He raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.

The silver-haired girl stood among the broken limbs. Her body was covered with a layer of oil-like liquid, but there was no disgusted expression on her face.

In Kama's hand was holding one of Lahmu's remains, and from his expression it seemed that he wanted to take a bite, but couldn't bear to do so.

In the end, she threw the body parts aside with a disgusted look on her face.

"Kama..." Jingu squeezed out the sound from his dry throat.

"You're not dead yet, that's great." Kama squatted in front of Jingu, took out something from behind, and stuffed it into Jingu's mouth.

"Ugh—" Jin Gu's eyes widened. He felt like a stone was stuck in his mouth, and it tasted bitter.

"Use all your strength to chew it, it can save your life." Kama held Jingu's head and forced him to bite.

Jin Gu's teeth crushed the seeds, and the bitter taste spread in his mouth. He widened his eyes in surprise, and he felt his dizzy head gradually becoming clear.

After being forced to swallow it, Jingu pushed Kama away and coughed violently: "Cough cough cough... What did you give me to eat?!"

"Chocolate... cocoa beans, to be more precise. Blessed by Quetzalcoatl himself," Kama said generously. "I remember showing it to you before? Anyway, this thing is like adrenaline, making you forget your injuries temporarily."

"What..." Jin Gu did feel a lot more energetic, but when his hand touched his heart, he still felt empty.

"It's just to cheer you up temporarily. Your life is still as fragile as a candle in the wind." Kama stood up and said, "You can take advantage of this last chance to do something useful. Maybe you can still save your life."

"Are you kidding me? Why did you save me?!" Jin Gu shouted excitedly, "What's the point of me living?! Since no one needs me, I should just disappear like waste!"

"Oh, what a painful thought." Kama narrowed his eyes. "It's a pity I'm not depraved enough. You should go to Uruk."

"What..." Jingu's eyes widened.

"Since you want to die because you feel abandoned, then you should find someone who truly needs you." Kama said with a wicked smile, "I hate noble sacrifices, and I hate even more confused self-abandonment. Chasing after some kind of pleasure, abandoning all morals for it, focusing on pleasure and survival, this is the kind of depravity I want to see."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Jingu choked, he couldn't follow Kama's logic.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Kama.

She was clearly standing on the ground like a living thing, but her originally white feet now looked transparent, giving the illusion that they were burning.

"you……"

"Let's go, I'm busy." Kama forced the conversation to end. She threw another cocoa bean to Jingu. "I don't plan to use this thing. Save it. At least until you die."

After saying that, she waved her hand, turned her back, and left Jingu.

"..." Looking at Kama's background, he was silent for a long time, and finally pursed his lips, broke through the air, turned into a gust of wind, and left the woods.

On the other side, the heroic spirits who were covering the army's retreat were still fighting desperately.

Although their role in covering the rear was limited due to Rahmu's desperate numerical advantage, at this moment, saving as many as possible was a good thing.

"Crack!" After chopping off another Rahmu's head, Ushiwakamaru looked at the monk beside him. "How's it going? Benkei, can you still handle it?"

"A mere demon beast is far inferior to Lord Minamoto no Yoshitsune!" Musashibo Benkei blocked Rahmu's attack with his spear.

"Ha! Then you can treat them all as me, wouldn't it be challenging?" Ushiwakamaru teased.

"Then I really can't imagine how desperate that scene must be." Musashibo Benkei also laughed.

They didn't look tired at all, but instead became more courageous as the monsters besieged them.

Mordred was also fighting. Bree had never learned swordsmanship and had only had some experience in dreams, but it was difficult to apply it in reality.

However, Xia Xiabakan gave up on defense and almost completely entrusted his life and property to his intuition and the armor on his body, which unexpectedly matched Mordred's fighting style.

This is also the reason why Mordred, who was drawn later, surpassed the earliest Euryale in terms of playability.

However, her performance was still less than half, and she still had a hard time fighting against such a large number of Rahmu.

Calm down... I can already see that threshold.

Mordred adjusted his breathing and dodged a tentacle that was thrown towards him.

A Noble Phantasm is the core of a hero's legend, a powerful magical weapon transformed from their deeds.

She stared, feeling the pressure from the enemy on the dangerous battlefield while recalling the details of her dream.

"Bang!" A sharp claw pierced Mordred's chest like a spear, making a crisp sound.

This voice sounded almost simultaneously with the dusk in the dream.

61.Liberate the True Name

Forget who I am, forget my purpose...

I am now, Mordred.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The other bodies temporarily gave up thinking, and Bree devoted himself to Mordred.

She threw away her claws, raised her heavy sword, and rushed out like a mad dog.

"Crack!!!"

A cold light flashed, and the heavy sword chopped into Lahmu's skull, splitting his head in half like a watermelon.

Just like the last swing of the knife on Sunset Hill.

"gisanmenne!" The Rahmu people shouted noisily in an incomprehensible language, but one could hear the shock in their voices.

Modred shook off the black mud on her sword, closed her eyes, and relied entirely on her intuition and sensitivity to magic to sense the enemy's position.

A Lahmu was in front of him, with its arms raised high, as if ready to overwhelm him with its dual advantages in weight and size.

With her eyes closed, Mordred couldn't see Rahmu's appearance clearly. She was just feeling the battlefield with her heart.

The monster carried a murderous aura, just like a king would toward his enemies.

The monster was completely indifferent to humans, just like his father was to him.

The monster in front of him, which should have been huge and twisted, was imagined to look like Altria in Mordred's world.

She held the sword, her eyes cold.

She smelled fishy.

Her voice was loud and unpleasant.

They laugh and curse, are addicted to torture and killing, are disgusting and twisted, and have no morals at all.

"Tsk..." Mordred suddenly opened his eyes.

You want me to treat this kind of thing as my father?!

"Get out!!!" Anger of being stepped on the nose and insulted surged in her heart. She swung the heavy sword hard and cut the monster in front of her in half.

A surging red light lit up on the long sword, carrying with it murderous intent, blood, and... anger.

As if receiving some kind of inspiration, Mordred raised the heavy sword in front of him, and red light and murderous energy vibrated and burst out.

The powerful magic wave blew away the rushing Rahmu and even caused the entire battlefield to flank.

She raised her sword and instinctively called out the true name of the Noble Phantasm that represented hatred and anger.

"Clarent Blood Arthur (Treason against my magnificent father)!!!"

The red light bloomed, accompanied by ferocious black lightning, like a mighty dragon or a erupting volcano, erupting towards the world in front of it.

"boom!!!"

The Lahms within the attack range were burned into ashes by the high temperature before they could even scream, and the monsters close to the high temperature were smashed to pieces by the impact.

Black mud splashed, and the earth was scorched by the high temperature of the Noble Phantasm.