"Yanfeng Kirei, let your Servant stop."

After reconnecting his dislocated right arm, Katsuki Soichiro bandaged the wound slightly and controlled the priest to break into the execution ground of the Supreme King. The dagger in his left hand was tightly pressed against the priest's throat.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it because it's not my server."

The priest, whose eyes were still fascinated by blood, closed his eyes tightly, leaving only his left leg barely leaning against the assassin behind, and mocking the other party for his futility with a false apology.

“…”

Gemu Sonichiro paused for a moment, and the sharp edge of the dagger pressed a blood mark on the skin in the priest's throat.

"I want the caster to survive."

He repeated again, his voice cold and firm, seriously injured but still resolutely controlled his spoils, looking at the golden Servant who could determine the life and death of the caster.

Such a firm will actually make the proud hero king sneer.

"Silly guy, you dare to imagine your decision—?!"

The hero king had a smile in his words, but his expression darkened. The king's murderous intent filled the space, oppressing everyone's souls.

"I want the caster to survive."

Still a cold voice, ignoring anyone's ridicule and threat, Katsuki Sonichiro repeatedly declared his goals.

The hero king sneered and turned his head. A golden sword appeared from the void and pierced into the other leg of the cater. The elf woman let out a painful hum. She lay on the cold ground, her hands pleading in the direction of the master, her eyes full of desire to survive.

"Master, save me..."

Facing the Servant's call for help, Ge Mu Sonichiro's eyes remained cold. He pushed the priest forward and repeated the third time.

"I want the caster to survive."

There was no despair, no fear, no giving up. In the face of the prayers and pain of the beautiful servant, the man named Soichiro Katsuki just glanced at the caster coldly. He firmly controlled Yanfeng Kirei and walked forward, as if no blow could interfere with his actions or affect his emotions.

The beautiful woman whose legs were pierced by the hero king were obsessed with looking at the tall man standing in front of the ancient king. Even the fear and pain of death could not extinguish the burning heat of the soul.

The man who hijacked the hero king's ex-master, raised his dagger and threatened the King of Gold with his life. No matter how hot the flames were, he could not ignite his passion. He looked up at the King of Heroes with fearlessness, cold and firmness.

Such two attitudes are distinctly different from hot and cold.

Such an identical extreme and paranoid soul.

For a moment, the arrogant king forgot about the other party's rudeness.

"Things seem to be getting interesting."

The King of Gold turned around and truly began to face the disobedient mortals in front of him.

At the same time, several golden treasures surrounding the hero king like a guard. They appeared in accordance with the king's will and attacked, penetrated the seriously injured Kirei Yanfeng and the lower abdomen of the severely injured Yanmu Soichiro behind him.

"snort……"

He was hit with no ability to resist at all. Ge Mu Sonichiro tried hard to avoid the vital points, and then he almost fell to the ground with a casual blow from the other party. He shook his body and maintained a standing position with difficulty.

"Fool, where did you get the courage to hinder my will? You must know that I can kill you at any time."

“…”

The man holding the priest in front of him showed a little doubt in his eyes. He had decided to abandon the priest's strategy of releasing the last blow in his life when facing the servant attack, but heard the other party's interesting question.

"I am the caster's master and I promised her to win the Holy Grail for her."

This was Kame Sonichiro's answer. But he found that the other party's eyes were becoming more and more malice.

"In this way, you don't even care about your own life."

“…”

Isn't this the case with war?

Men cannot understand the other person's problems. As a prop, they live for themselves, and they grow up to the present realm to kill someone. At the same time, it is natural to be killed by others.

"hey-hey……"

The hero king, who stood proudly in the middle of the battlefield and determined everyone's lives, couldn't help laughing, and then turned into a laugh.

"Hahahaha... I'm just a stupid woman who covets my treasure, but she gets such an interesting master."

Even the blind priest frowned in surprise. He had never heard of the hero king such a happy laugh in his ten years, but he felt a little familiar.

"Is this your way to survive if you are willing to hand over your life to a stupid woman who has known each other for more than ten days?"

“…”

Katsuki Soichiro answered with silence.

"So, you don't seem to understand what happened to you?"

It seemed as if I saw a wonderful drama, the hero king's laughter became increasingly uncontrollable, and the kidnapped priest felt the sound of the assassin behind the scenes being beat faster.

Gemu Soichiro was shaken.

From fighting in the church to facing the oldest king of mankind, the man who has always maintained his indifference is actually shaken.

"Let me ask you a question, fool."

The Hero King finally stopped his smile and returned to his serious expression.

"Even if I kill the caster, what are your plans?"

"I'll kill this guy-"

Ge Mu Soichiro's face looked particularly pale due to excessive blood loss, but the dagger attached to Yanfeng Kirei's neck was still tightly clamped as before.

"What about this?"

A slender sword appeared from the void above the caster and slowly pierced into the caster's chest. The caster let out a miserable scream. She looked up sadly and begged to the hero king.

"Kill me, please, but master, he is just a mortal..."

"What would you choose again? Caster's master."

The hero king's attention did not fall on the dying caster at all. He slowly walked towards the priest who was holding the priest hostage, his words full of jokes.

“…I’ll kill him.”

Ge Mu Sonichiro hesitated for a moment and continued to repeat.

The hero king's sword was about to pierce the caster's heart, and the assassin suddenly felt a little panicked. But he could not feel the other party's murderous aura.

Is he going to kill the caster?

I will kill the priest in my hand, too.

After the caster was killed, kill the priest before the opponent took action as much as possible, and then die in battle.

but--

The man finally noticed his hesitation.

I think I am a prop and I am really hoping, hoping that the other party will show mercy and hope that the caster will survive.

"Hmph... have you finally realized your stupidity?"

Katsuki Soichiro's body was as stiff as a stone sculpture, waiting for the final judgment of the hero king. The king of gold stood in front of him in a happy mood, observing his chaos.

"What do you want to do...?"

It is hard to imagine that a man who has always been indifferent would make such a weak voice.

The hero king was still laughing, and for a moment, Ge Mu Sonichiro overestimated himself and wanted to tear the smile to pieces.

Only then did he realize that the distance between them was so close that the king of gold appeared before him as if he had walked off the throne.

He is slightly taller than him, and although he is wearing heavy armor, he looks slender and slender. His handsome face looks like an ordinary young man from a close distance.

The oldest king of mankind restrained his killing aura, which suddenly made Ge Mu Sonichiro feel that there was no difference between them.

“…”

Noting that Ge Mu Sonichiro was distracted, the hero king frowned unhappily, and then let out a hearty laugh.

"Don't worry, such an interesting person, how could I let you leave the market easily?"

Guanghua converged, the treasure pierced on the caster disappeared out of thin air, and the seriously injured woman let out a sound and fell to the ground.

“…”

The assassination was still hesitating.

"Do what you want to do, kill Kirei, but I don't know how long the caster can last."

The Hero King walked past the assassination and walked towards the church behind him, abandoning the chapel of the chaotic man.

Kame Soichiro looked at the beautiful woman who seemed to be weak and breathless. He was stunned. Suddenly, he threw Yanfeng Kirei down, rushed to the caster's side, picked up his servant, and fled like a flying man.

~~~~~~~ World~~ Need~~ Divide~~ Line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I didn't expect to survive."

The blind priest fell powerlessly to the ground, groping to heal his wounds and said with a wry smile.

"You are still alive. Ten years later, your skills have actually regressed to this level. If you don't have the ability to follow me, you should just die with peace of mind."
To be continued...