"My body is about to be burned by this flame of love... What the **** have you done, Master... Don't be like this, don't be like this, I don't want to be like this!"

Tears flowed from the corners of Brunnhilde's eyes, she clearly knew that the warrior in front of her was not Sigurd, but in her eyes, in her heart, Roy had become Sigurd.

This is Brynhilde's curse, rather than... she is in love with the person Sigurd, but she is cursed to love the concept of 'Sigurd', she will The one who he wants to kill and the one he loves are regarded as 'Sigurd', thus obtaining the power that becomes infinitely stronger due to the sorrow of fate.

"So painful... so painful... the power... so disturbing..."

"This deepest being...it's getting huge...I know, it's...love...I...I'm in love is you!"

The splendid Valkyrie raised her head, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes across her fair and pretty face, dripping on the ground beneath her feet, like drops of crystal tears.

Her spiritual foundation was completely polluted, transferring all Zigurd's love and despairing resentment to Roy, reaching the limit of life.

I am afraid that even if Sigurd is resurrected here, Brynhilde will not have such a strong love and hatred, because it is blessed by the three command curses with the effect of the gods, and belongs to the curse of the great god! "Like, Hate.

, like, hate.

...like like like like like like like like like like like...!!!"

"It's delivered, it's delivered... it's delivered... this is my... my love ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The spear in Brunhilde's hand began to grow rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a magic spear over a thousand meters appeared. The spear was wrapped in pale flames, carrying all of Brunhilde's love. And hate, hurled at Roy! Feilu reminds you: three things to read and collect,

Chapter 213 The disease name is 'love'

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

It was the fiery love of the Valkyrie, and the desperate cry of the Valkyrie, but any man who faced this love would probably not be pleased with it, but would feel bitter and unspeakable.

Because for Brunhilde, the more she loves you, the more she wants to kill you, and her power will increase under the blessing of love to the limit that she can bear.

Brynhild's spear will increase in weight with her own love. It was originally a Noble Phantasm that was only over two meters long, but in front of her almost overflowing love, it expanded to more than a thousand meters. the size of.

A long spear of more than one thousand meters stretched across the sky, surrounded by flames that almost turned the sky blue. This supernatural landscape could not be concealed at all. In an instant, it was caught in the eyes of not many people in Tokyo.

The blue flames brought severe high temperature, the air in Tokyo Bay began to thin and twist at night, the sea water boiled and turned into steam rising, and the terrifying magic storm swept up the wild wind, making the embankment made of cement under the feet in the sky. Cracks were formed under the storm of the Wild Hunt, and pieces of gravel were rolled up and flew into the sky. Even the mud and stones on the coast lost the restraint of gravity and flew into the sky.

This is the fatal blow of all Brynhild's love! "'Till death tear us apart'--"

Like the 'Declaration of the Great God', Brynhilde flew high in the air, holding a long spear over a thousand meters in the palm of her hand. Pressure, the sea water was crushed, a bridge at Tokyo Bay was crushed, the temperature of the blue flame burned everything within the range of the spear, and the direction of the 'heart-shaped spear' was pointed in the direction of Roy the location.

"Suddenly I feel like I'm lying on a gun innocently."

Roy sighed helplessly when he saw the super powerful Noble Phantasm that Brunhilde used almost at the cost of his spiritual foundation being broken.

The right hand stretched out from his pocket. With the appearance of his right hand, a golden hand slowly formed on his right shoulder. That is... grab the tip of the spear that almost crushes the ground.

Boom————The two collided together, causing a violent shock wave, which swept the sea surface, almost exposing the riverbed under Tokyo Bay.

Spear: stuck in the air with his right hand, the original rune appeared on the spear body, and many spells appeared on Roy's right hand. With the blessing of the right hand, the spells of the "Bible" are multiplied, and no matter how the blue flame on the gun burns, it only makes the right hand more splendid. The protective net constructed.

"Let's go down there and mess up their accents so they don't understand each other."

Roy softly chanted the words of the Bible, and he directly used the "Holy Right" to use Jacob's brotherhood, and in an instant, the spear that was pouring out all of Bren's love was on it. ..a crack appeared.

Immediately, Roy's right hand grabbed hard, and with the sound of glass breaking, Brunhilde's love and gun: all fell from the sky as shards like stars, and the raging blue flame also shattered into pieces. Little flames of buds, until they dissipate in the air.

The shattering posture of the gun body was as spectacular and shocking as the collapse of the 'Tower of Babel', which shocked everyone who saw this scene.

Brynhilde's tall and slender body also fell from the air after being broken, and fell on the bank of a messy river. She lay on the ground with a flushed face, and Yuexiong's mouth was up and down, panting, overflowing with scarlet bloodshots. , A pair of amethyst eyes full of sadness added to the sadness, making people feel love and pity in their hearts.

If it weren't for the fact that the Brunhilde spirit base summoned by this Holy Grail War was strong enough, the attack just now was enough to shatter Brunhilde's spirit base and body. It's almost indistinguishable from suicide.

"Although pity is the evil of mankind, I have nothing but pity in my heart for you, Miss Brunhilde."

Roy didn't walk over and say anything mocking to the loser, but his pity was actually the purest malice.

Brunhilde opened her pink lips to say something, but in the end, more blood spilled from her mouth.

Roy doesn't feel that he is hypocritical. When such a beautiful woman confides her love to him, he will choose to refuse.

Brynhilde is like this, and so is Sajo Aika whom I saw not long ago.

All the women Roy has met before, no matter what...

Whether it's Poppy or Anastasia, who loves him deeply, they all have common experiences and emotions that come naturally. Even if it's like Inola or Aozaki Orange, it's all about you. I wish, there are demands for mutual interests, even if Roy had relationships with so many noble girls in Tsarist Russia, it was Roy taking the initiative to seek the possibility of transcending 'love'.

But Brunhilde and Sajo Aiko are different, their love is distorted, self-righteous, unrequited love that has nothing to do with Roy, Roy has the right not to accept it.

Even if it is because of their beauty that they are willing to communicate deeply with them, it must be Roy's initiative, not them.

This is the relationship between the hunter and the prey. With Roy's acting style and domineering, it is absolutely impossible for him to become the prey. He can only be the hunter. Roy will lose himself and become their vassal.

"This is the part of eroticism that symbolizes 'love'. Desire can make people sink, and so does love. If you can show your fiery love to others and you can get a response, then there are not so many in this world. bachelor."

............"...how many human beings use their own despair as a negative lesson to tell others, no matter how...

Whether it is male or female, if one party pursues the other party with this kind of perverted love, when the other party accepts it because of pity or other feelings, the final outcome must be a tragedy, domestic violence, and murder of the wife and husband is not the result of this. That's why people try to persuade you, and when you meet someone who expresses love like this, you must stay away."

"This is the principle of overdoing it in the doctrine of lust. A strong expression of love is the 'evil of mankind.'"

"...Love is equal, not one side's giving, Brunhilde, your disease is love'!"

At this moment, Roy felt that his spirit had been sublimated. He seemed to have crossed the evil part of human beings, stepped forward from the edge of the abyss with one foot, and stood on the "abyss" to look at it.

"Even if I want to possess you, I should take the initiative to capture you, not you forcing your 'love on me!'"

Roy told a speech that was very in line with his identity. He stood arrogantly on this ruin, like the only **** looking down at the world.

It is a king, a tyrant, and a man who kills gods! "As expected of my disciple, even if you want to possess a woman, you have to use such a strong domineering, but this is what a warrior does, and I recognize it. Brave!"

"...My disciple, since this woman can't satisfy you, let the master craftsman satisfy you!"

Suddenly, an awe-inspiring and arrogant female voice came from the shore.

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Chapter 214 Want me to hug you? Master!

"Is this... the war of the Heroic Spirits?"

On the roof of a high-rise building thousands of meters away from Tokyo Bay, Linglongkan Misaya stared blankly at the kilometer-long 'gun:' that appeared in the sky. , The golden hand that can only be speculated with the 'hand of God' will hold and crush the terrifying spear that makes people wonder if it can shatter cities.

If the spear was barely within the range of the magician's comprehension, then the power displayed by that mighty right hand had already exceeded the limit of the magician's thinking.

The reappearance of legends, the advent of myths, the concealment principle of magicians are like a joke in front of these great heroes of human history.

"The battle of heroic spirits, Misaya, this has surpassed the power of ordinary heroic spirits, whether it is the blow that the Valkyrie almost cost her own life, or my disciple who shattered her 'love' The right hand is not something that ordinary heroic spirits can grasp.”