I'm really not an old sword

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"Go, you can still survive if you leave."

"They are just two women. You don't have to die here."

Feeling hot in her throat, Lin Qingsu opened her mouth, too tired to speak. She gasped, turned over and looked up at Ying.

Noticing Lin Qingsu's gaze on her, Matou Sakura's smile twisted a little: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you also think I'm pitiful?"

"I'm the strongest! I can do anything! Why are you looking at me like that?"

Looking at Ying who was already a little crazy, Lin Qingsu curled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"Stubborn."

Matou Sakura's eyes became completely gloomy.

"If that's the case, then go die."

"Kill him, Berserker."

"Roar!"

Hercules raised his axe and sword and smashed it down.

The chest is visibly sunken.

Perhaps it was the last burst of energy, Lin Qingsu suddenly felt that the pain in her throat was not so severe. Feeling the last of her vitality slipping away, she looked at Ying and suddenly felt a sense of evil interest in the 'King's Treasure'.

"Do you want to see him?"

"It's a pity, ahem, you'll never see him again."

Sakura Matou stared blankly at the silent corpse.

"what are you saying?"

What is he talking about?

I will never see 'him' again, who that he was.

"What do you mean?"

"Why will I never see him again? How come I will never see him again?!"

"Tell me! Tell me!"

It's strange, why would I believe the words of such a weak guy.

It's just the nonsense before death.

But why do I feel that what he said is true? Why do I feel so sad when I see that he is really dead?

Matou Sakura tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth.

Laugh, laugh quickly!

It's strange, why are my hands so wet?

Sakura Matou lowered her head and opened her hands, which were covered with water marks, and tears continued to fall on her hands.

"Am I crying?"

Strange, I...

'boom! ’

A magic bullet hit the waist of Kiriying in the middle from the side.

The girl in the black dress flew backwards.

She fell heavily to the ground, and her black skirt was covered in blood.

After lying there for a while, she stretched out her hands and pressed the ground, slowly getting up from the ground.

He turned around and looked blankly at Rin Toosaka who was kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely and holding the gem fragments.

"I didn't expect you to be able to get up."

"But forget it."

"It's boring. It's not interesting at all."

"You'd better die quickly."

"I'm going to find my brother."

"Liar. Liar. Liar. He's a liar."

"I won't never find my brother again."

"I'll eat you all, and when I've eaten everyone, I can use your lives to find my brother and create a world where he's the only one in the world."

"Berserker, kill..."

'Tala.'

Sakura Matou closed her mouth and turned her head away woodenly.

The dead body moved.

He gripped the sword again, opened his eyes, and got up from the ground.

......

How much magic power is needed to bring the dead back to life?

There is no exact number.

But Lin Qingsu definitely felt a sense of fulfillment. The pendant hanging on his chest continuously transmitted magic power into his body like a flame, stabilizing his scattered soul, repairing his collapsed body, and then filling his magic circuits.

After that day, Lin Qingsu had never felt so fulfilled.

He held the sword and looked at Hercules.

Perhaps because she had died once, Lin Qingsu found that she no longer thought about other things and now only wanted to do one thing.

Kill him.

"how is this possible?"

Matou Sakura looked at him in astonishment.

"how is this possible?"

Murmuring, Matou Sakura gradually calmed down, thinking of what he said before he died, and looked at him with lifeless eyes.

"I want to live, Berserker."

"Roar!"

Lin Qingsu moved, without thinking about the next plan. The only thing in his eyes was his sword and the enemy with the sword. He just swung the sword, looked at him, watched his movements, and swung the sword continuously.

The sound of metal clashing continued to ring out.

There is no defense, only offense, continuous offense.

No self, no thoughts, no ideas.

The world has changed.

Hercules' roars became softer, his retreating movements became slower, his swinging of the axe and sword became duller, and even the sound of air flowing in his ears became clearly audible, yet countless times slower.

Lin Qingsu raised the sword, but did not put it down.

Looking at the enemy, Souji's sword skills suddenly came to his mind, the three consecutive slashes that tore through space that were launched almost at the same time.

"So that's it."

Lin Qingsu loosened his grip on the sword, thought for a moment, then clenched it tightly and chopped it down hard.

Swords clashed with axes.

Taking advantage of the huge recoil force, Lin Qingsu jumped back high, turned over and landed on the ground, then took a few steps back.

He raised his sword, and the magic circuits all over his body suddenly lit up.

The skin on his body began to crack and bleed, but the surging magic power from the magic circuit was constantly repairing his body.

Lin Qingsu turned over her fingers and felt the touch of the hilt.

Only the figure of Hercules remained in his eyes, and the memories in his mind gradually disappeared, leaving only the other party, holding his sword tightly.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

'despair. ’

The ground beneath my feet sank.

The figure disappears.

With an afterimage, it appeared in the sky in front of Hercules dozens of meters away, and the long sword emitted a cold silver glow.

"Nameless three-stage thrust."

Without a sound, three overlapping cold lights appeared, and Hercules remained standing.

Lin Qingsu fell behind him.

He half-bent one knee, swayed a bit, and then straightened up.

‘Crack. ’

The sword broke.

Hercules was also broken.

Lin Qingsu raised the sword with only the hilt left in her hand and couldn't help laughing. Tears came out of her eyes and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow!"

The skin all over his body began to crack and large amounts of blood oozed out.

The clothes were dyed red in the blink of an eye.

Enduring the pain like torture, Lin Qingsu closed his eyes and let out a long breath, then turned around and looked at Matou Sakura who was full of fear.

"W-who are you?"

Lin Qingsu walked towards him.

Sakura Matou kept backing away, looking at him with eyes full of confusion and fear, and waving her hands in panic.

‘Poof! ’

Lin Qingsu did not dodge or evade, allowing the black cloth to pierce her abdomen.

"Don't come over, don't come over!"

Sakura Matou screamed in despair, her eyes filled with tears.

"why why?"

"I'm obviously the strongest, why, why do you have to go against me? Wouldn't it be better if you just listened to me and left peacefully?"

"Why do you insist on staying here, why?"

"Why do you have to go against me?!"

Lin Qingsu walked forward step by step.