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It was almost dusk, and the pedestrians on the streets were gradually thinning out.

Many shops had already hung up their closed signboards.

At this time, the Kamakura shogunate army was marching into Kyoto.

At the time of the war with the imperial court.

Not far away, the sound of war and weapons colliding could be heard.

The people living in Moyamata, the battlefield that they had to pass through, were all anxious all day.

They hoped that the war would end soon.

It was not just a battle between humans.

The Fu Mourning God led by the Divine Inquisitor was also fighting fiercely with the historical revisionists.

There was only a day and a half left before the Komusubi drop rate increased. Many of the Divine Inquisitors who had not yet shipped their goods had to race against time and repeat the endless time march.

Gilgamesh sat by the window.

The view here was wide.

He could also see the hostel opposite. He picked up a freshly fried taiyaki and took a bite.

In the distance.

A thunderous boom sounded at the same time.

The blue-purple lightning that kept falling illuminated the night as if it was daytime.

The dark sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain.

Or perhaps it was something even more interesting …

Maeda lay on Kendo's lap.

He did not know if it was because he was afraid of the thunder or because he had not accepted the previous huge blow.

His small body could not help but tremble.

He bit his finger to prevent himself from making a sound so as not to disturb the new Divine Inquisitor and annoy him.

After a while, the door was carefully pushed open. Horikawa Kunihiro, who was good at night, came back with two packages.

He asked the owner's grandmother about these. They sold fruits three streets away.

He heard that the taste was very authentic.

Kunihiro handed one of the larger packages to Hado.

He let him take it and share it with everyone.

He carried the other package of snacks to Gilgamesh's side and placed the exquisite and cute fruits on the table one by one.

The young man who placed the snacks looked up and saw that Gilgamesh was still looking out the window attentively. He was very curious and could not help but follow Gilgamesh's line of sight and look out the window.

What he saw shocked him so much that he spilled the wine in his hand.

In the distance, a crack was torn open in the sky. Following another bolt of lightning, a katana shaped Jianshe surrounded by blue flames and lightning appeared on the battlefield. Then, one after another, katanas, katanas, guns … Countless Jianshe traversed between the Fu Mourning God and the historical revisionists.

If one stayed in an era for too long, there was a chance that they would be discovered by a third party.

They waved the weapons in their hands and attacked the Fu Mourning God and the Time Reversal Army indiscriminately.

Even though they were far away, they could still feel their terrifying aura.

"This … isn't this too much?"

Horikawa's hands were trembling with fear. "The number of these inspectors has already exceeded the number of a team."

"There is more than one team of Fu Mourning God on the battlefield."

Gilgamesh placed three different types of fruits on an empty plate and put them in a confrontation angle. "If the historical revisionists and Fu Mourning God, who were originally opposing each other, represented Lancer and Saber respectively, this would just be a boring duel between knights.

At this time, the arrival of the Jianshe Berserker who attacked indiscriminately will make the situation interesting. "

The young man looked at the God Inquisitor whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter. He could not help but ask, "What about you?

Which side are you on? "

"I am Gilgamesh, the Gilgamesh who does not belong to any side. My existence is originally a general who is a few levels higher than them, and they are just pawns."

As he spoke, the Jianshe Berserker had already taken care of half of the army on the battlefield.

The Jianshe Berserker could wipe out a large number of people with one swing of his sword, while they only dropped a few pieces of sword equipment after being attacked by the Fu Mourning God and the Time Reversal Army.

That's not right. Even if they were very strong, they should not be so difficult to deal with.

Kunihiro knew that things were not good. The God Inquisitor must have brought a full-leveled sword to the battlefield.

The Jianshe Berserker was weak when facing the weak, and strong when facing the strong. Each of them was the highest level among the Fu Mourning God present.

If so many of them were level 99 Jianshe Berserker, it would be too scary.

"Master, no, it's too dangerous. Although the Jianshe Berserker is still some distance away from us, should we …" The Fu Mourning God who was originally resting quietly in the room all gathered around the God Inquisitor.

"Shh, be quiet."

Gilgamesh put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture. "The Assassin's operation has already begun."

He narrowed his eyes and threw a small red bean into the plate just now.

On the battlefield, the Jianshe Berserker was still waving his Death Scythe and harvesting lives.

The Fu Mourning God was lucky. The Government of the Hour had set up a mechanism for them to return to the city when they were heavily injured. A gentle white light enveloped the dying swords, and the heavily injured Fu Mourning God was sent back to Honmaru.

The Historical Revisionists were not so lucky. Their bodies turned into spots of light and dissipated under the Jianshe Berserker's sword.

With a swing of his sword, the last enemy was taken care of. The clouds above the Jianshe Berserker's head were compressed into a vortex, and the stones on the ground were suspended in mid-air due to the suction.

Seeing that the Jianshe Berserker was about to leave, the sound of a weapon rang out. The Jianshe Berserker lowered his head, and the rusty Tachi of One Vibration pierced through his chest.

The pain of the blunt weapon stirring his flesh made him scream fiercely. The rest of the Jianshe Berserker's body slowly became transparent and solidified again.

The mindless Jianshe Berserker only knew that as long as the enemy was not taken care of, they could not leave.

Seeing that all the Jianshe Berserker's attention was focused on him alone, the First One Vibration quickly withdrew his body and ran towards the crowded street without looking back.

The dangerous pressure slowly approached, and the Jianshe Berserker followed the fleeing Tachi from the battlefield to the vicinity of the hotel.

The Jianshe Berserker would not attack ordinary people without Reiki. The only targets in their minds were the Fu Mourning God and the Historical Revisionists.

The people living here were unaware of the huge monster floating in the air. They only saw the thunder and lightning in the sky getting denser and denser.

They were almost there.

The blue-haired Tachi looked at the place where he and Gilgamesh had agreed to meet. He bit the tip of his tongue, took his last breath, and jumped onto the roof.

There was no way out. They were all surrounded by the Jianshe Berserker.

The First One Vibration did not escape again. He pulled out his body from his waist and aimed at a point and slashed down.

The ceiling was broken, and the three Divine Inquisitors in the room trembled and huddled together.

It was the two Government of the Hour staff and their leader who had collected Gilgamesh's data.

The Jianshe Berserker, who had discovered the new enemy, threw the golden spear in his hand and pierced their protective shield with one blow.

"Damn it!

This Dark Tachi wants to drag us down with him! "

The fear of death shrouded his heart. The leader lost his usual calm and self-control. He silently chanted a spell, and a burning flame spell was thrown at the First One Vibration.

"Even if you die, you will die in front of us." He opened his bloodshot eyes and cursed with hatred.

In front of him was a spell that restricted the flow of Reiki. Behind him was the sound of the golden spear piercing through the air. The First One Vibration did not dodge and calmly took the two attacks.

A hole was opened in Tachi's chest. He no longer had the strength to support his already wounded body. With a thud, he knelt on the ground and turned his head with difficulty. His lips opened and closed silently.

He said, "The deal is done."

I am like the morning dew descending to the world, turning and passing away in a flash.

Maeda, who was lying in bed, suddenly shed tears. He turned his head and looked at Kendo who was standing in front of the window. He whispered, "Kendo, I don't know what's going on, but my heart suddenly feels very uncomfortable."

"Be a good boy and sleep." Kendo did not turn his head.

"Okay." Little Tachi closed his eyes obediently.

He had a wish that when he woke up, he would be able to see the First Stage.

He did not kill the former Divine Inquisitor. Everything was a conspiracy of the historical revisionists. If the Lord allowed, it would be even better if he could occasionally visit the First Stage.

The three Government of the Hour staff members were as easy as cutting cabbage under the blade of the Jianshe Berserker. They died with regret and resentment.

"Mongrel cultivators, there is only one reason for your death. That is, you dared to scheme against me — Gilgamesh."

The last thing they saw was the golden-haired, red-eyed king standing on the kerosene street lamp. He raised his chin and said disdainfully, "Because killing you with my own hands would dirty Wang's hands. What sense of accomplishment can I get from crushing a few ants?

Watching you guys kill each other is a pretty good entertainment. "

The Jianshe Berserker did not leave. They gathered together in a rare occasion and looked at Gilgamesh who was standing high above. The spiritual pressure of this Divine Inquisitor was so strong that it made them, who had long lost their emotions and wisdom, tremble.

"Oh, it seems that we've been discovered."

Gilgamesh, who did not deliberately hide his spiritual pressure, still stood there and looked at the Jianshe Berserker who was ready to attack at any time with disinterest.

He did not expect that after watching the show, he would still have to deal with the remaining mongrel cultivators.

On the floor covered in blood and flesh, the golden brocade pouch with embroidery patterns on it was flickering with a dim light.