I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

"Hahaha——hahahaha...heh..."

However, it didn't take long before Ambrogio's laughter slowly disappeared. He stared fixedly at Lixiang's blood-stained red face, and the dim eyes that deviated from his crazy eyes. At the same time he was satisfied, but he didn't know why, which ignited his nameless anger again.

"why."

He spoke calmly, but his body couldn't restrain the anger gushing out of his heart. His five fingers sank deeply into Lixiang's blood-stained hair, almost making Lixiang feel that his skull was about to be stabbed. wore.

"..."

Lixiang's face remained unchanged, perhaps because the rune runes that weakened his perception had worked on him before, or maybe now he couldn't even do the painful expression that distorted his face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ambrogio grabbed Tachika's head and slammed it hard on the blood-stained ground, over and over again, even though his consciousness was weakened, he could still feel his face as if he was losing consciousness.

Amidst a low, muffled sound, he vaguely felt something dripping down his face, and traces of bright red dripped from his face and mixed into the blood on the ground.

"……Ha ha."

Suddenly, the man grabbed his head again and forced him to meet his own eyes. His forehead almost touched Li Xiang's blood-stained forehead. His eyes were fixed on Lixiang's pupil of the sea of ​​stars, which was as bright as a starry sky even if it was a little dim.

"...how is it... the pain is so painful that you can't speak?! Ah?!!!"

Lixiang looked at the magician who was close in front of him, and he could see the muscles on Ambrogio's cheeks trembling with great excitement.

The man whispered in his ear: "How about it...do you want to beg me for mercy...?"

"..."

Under the protection of the runes, Lixiang has not yet been swallowed by such intense pain, but he is also powerless to struggle. The magic bullet penetrated his body at that moment, and now he has almost no resistance force.

"Begging me...begging me...kneeling at my feet...begging me...begging me..."

Ambrogio whispered this in Lixiang's ear, but he couldn't control the madness and resentment in the words.

Even if the young man in front of him was bloodstained and dying, it would not be able to arouse the slightest sympathy and pity from this man. Such superfluous emotions would be a waste of his energy and would not bring him any benefit.

What he is looking forward to now is that this kid who "relying on" the name of the monarch in his eyes is able to prostrate in front of him, kneel on the ground and lick his blood-stained leather shoes.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Lixiang did not respond, and he had no way to respond. His throat had been pierced by a magic bullet, and uncoagulated blood was gushing out from the wound. Now he could only rely on With the rune rune he set before, he protected his only chance of survival.

But this will undoubtedly completely offend this narrow-minded man with low moral character. Accompanied by his jealousy full of resentment again, he pinches Li Xiang's head and slams it on the ground and at his feet.

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Suddenly, this nervous man couldn't help laughing out again, even though the smile looked too distorted, as if his greedy psychology that could never be filled just a moment ago was suddenly obtained because of a little thing. Great satisfaction as well.

"Crack...cha..."

He suddenly let go of the hand holding his hair, and pulled out his own revolver again, and pressed it against the back of Lixiang's head—the gun was loaded with magic bullets that could hit the enemy no matter what.

Not to mention that the man has put the muzzle of the gun on the back of his head now, even if he is standing tens of meters away, hundreds of meters away, as long as he wants to hit, he can hit anything.

—this was his strength—his own strength...his own strength...his own mighty strength!

"……bring it on."

The man showed an extremely distorted smile, his gun was on the back of Lixiang's head, and only one more shot was needed... Just one more shot was enough...

He lowered his head to look at Lixiang lying on the ground, and he put his leather shoes to the outer feet.

"Come on... beg me for mercy... lick my shoes clean... like the humblest dog! Then I'll spare your life... come on... come on... come on!"

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of Lixiang's head, which could kill him at any time.

He impatiently repeated what he just said, as if he was anxious to see Li Xiang licking his leather shoes in order to survive... Thinking of this, he could hardly control his excitement To the trembling body.

"..."

But Lixiang just fell to the ground quietly and heard the man's order to him, but did not take any action.

The rune that protected him could not last long, and his weakened consciousness would recover soon.

———With the recovery of Lixiang's consciousness, the pain in his body is increasing bit by bit. Every time the pain in his body increases, there will be more in his eyes that were a little bit dim due to excessive blood loss. anger.

"boom!"

As for Lixiang's inaction, Ambrogio was undoubtedly more angry than him. His face was twisted together again because of Lixiang's ignorance of him. He couldn't help but kicked On his head, there was a low and dull sound that made people shudder.

It sounded like a cracking skull, but the man's anger couldn't be vented meaningfully. Li Xiang's silence even made him regret that the shot just now directly pierced his throat, but it should have pierced his throat. His body, in this way, at least he can hear his screams of pain to relieve his incomparable anger and resentment.

"What... what?!"

Ambrogio kicked Lixiang's head fiercely, wishing to crush his head under the hard floor tiles, he couldn't help but said: "You really don't think yours is of any use, so I didn't rush Are you trying to kill you? Ah? It’s just——! You’re just a useless piece of trash! You’re nothing but a dying dog beside me right now…!”

When Ambrogio kicked Lixiang's head with each kick, the wound that had not coagulated blood opened again, and the fresh blood that flowed out was mixed with blood stains, and the gradually recovering pain was injected into Lixiang like a deadly poison. In Xiang's whole body, the gradually intensified pain stimulated the nerves that were originally numb due to excessive blood loss.

Originally, he could only feel the piercing pain from his throat, but because the runes were still healing Lixiang's body, his nerves were slowly recovering, as if the pain of being burned by a fire almost swallowed him whole.

It hurts...it hurts...

The gloomy eyes regained some brilliance, but what emerged from them was the color of pain submerged in pain.

why why……

Lixiang closed his eyes slightly, and the tingling and tearing pain on his face, like a wound burned by fire, was tormenting him all the time, making him who could have struggled a little longer Lixiang gave up the last resistance.

Under the pain, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

……why why why……

Obviously...obviously...I didn't do anything...

But why...

Is it because of pain?But I have never given pain to others...

Is it because of resentment?But I didn't do anything... I haven't given others pain, let alone resentment...

Or...is it both...?

Ah...it hurts so much, this burning pain is even more painful than being pierced through the chest and throat...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"........."

At the man's feet, Li Xiang, whose physical strength was almost drained along with the blood, finally passed out.

"Hmm...? Did you faint?"

The man looked at Lixiang who was no longer responding, and opened his eyes wide.

"...Hey...are you kidding me?"

Ambrogio was not at all happy about this, and even the resentment at the beginning stopped. He looked at the young man unconscious in a pool of blood at his feet, and murmured.

"boom!"

Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked Lixiang's head mercilessly, splashing blood all over the floor.

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Chapter 33: Delusional heart sounds

"boom!"

Accompanied by a low muffled sound, the blood stains on the ground that had not solidified flew away a few steps like Li Xiang's body.

"..."

Ambrogio couldn't help but look down at the blood stains on the toes of his leather shoes. He curled his lips, as if he was extremely disgusted by the blood stains that stained his shoes.

It's disgusting...so sick to throw up...

Kicked Lixiang a few steps away, even if the battlefield between Tesla and the Demon God Pillar was tens of meters away from him, he didn't panic at all, and still slowly walked towards the place where he was a few steps away in the dense fog. Lixiang, who was looming outside, walked away, turning a blind eye to their battle.

With Andusias pinning down that Servant, the deeply hidden Assassin was lured away by Mephisto, and he had a magic bullet in his body, so the other Servants were nothing to worry about.

For example, Andersen, who was knocked out by him not far away from him, has no combat power at all. If he could use it again as a shield to block his life, he wouldn't even bother to look at him.

"boom!"

He slowly walked to Lixiang's side, and then kicked his head towards his head again, kicking Lixiang who had passed out a few steps away again, as if he was kicking a football.

Although the coma passed, the effect may not be as good as before, but it doesn't matter.

A ferocious smile appeared on the man's face, he walked up to Lixiang again, and took out a sharp dagger.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

He laughed, the sharp dagger still reflected a little faint light on the blade in the dim light, refracted on Li Xiang's face already covered with blood and wounds.

"Ah—although I've passed out of a coma, it's impossible to have such an interesting reaction when I'm awake, but it's still very good if I wake up in the middle—"

The corners of Ambrogio's mouth almost reached his ears.

In the deep fog, the cold and sharp dagger shimmered in the mist, but Ambrogio was not in a hurry to make the first stab.

He stepped on Lixiang's head, but suddenly forgot to swing the dagger in his hand, as if thinking about where to cut it off.

Suddenly, he recalled the pair of beautiful eyes he saw when he looked closely at Fujimaru Tachika just now.

Ah... Those are really a pair of beautiful eyes, deep blue like the sea of ​​stars, dotted with pure light like the galaxy, like a small fragment left out of the sea of ​​stars, same as the starry sky As beautiful as a jewel——

...It's so beautiful...so beautiful...it's not an exaggeration to call it a work of art.

While amazed by the man's beautiful eyes, at the same time, he feels even more jealous and resentful for Lixiang to have such beautiful eyes.

Ah...why would such beautiful eyes be possessed by such a waste? ...Obviously he is the most useless dog in the world——

The man gritted his teeth resentfully, then squatted down, and the sharp dagger groaned faintly.

That being the case, it would be a pity that such a pair of such beautiful eyes would remain on such a waste——

Sure enough—such a beautiful work of art should be preserved in formalin, and it would be a pity to let it rot together with a waste and turn into mud.

A trace of "regret" and "regret" emerged in his heart, and Ambrogio grabbed Lixiang's head again, and this time, he aimed the dagger at Lixiang's closed eyes.

bass--

boom!

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

"...!"

The screams in the thick fog not far away seemed to tell Assassin that the possibility of his Master's safety was getting lower and lower. Even if there was that annoying demon in front of him, he still had to rush over. ————

"bass--!"

Bang bang bang!

The sharp blade pierced through the floor tiles and the bomb spiders, while three small but deadly boomerangs disappeared into the surrounding fog, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and unable to hear a sound.

That demon is not the kind of heroic spirit who is particularly good at fighting with him, so it is judged that the possibility that he can detect hidden weapons and avoid them is basically zero.

Assassin narrowed his eyes, but his left hand couldn't help grasping his right arm tightly bound by the jet-black Hassan spell-weave cloth.

Bang!

Suddenly, a dazzling flame passed through the thick fog, followed by an explosion, but Assassin knew very well that this was not an accident, but that the demon blocked his hidden weapon through the explosion.

"Crack...! Crack...! Crack...!"

The subtle sound of the mechanical operation came from all directions of Assassin, stimulating his nerves like fine thorns.

Suddenly, the robe on Hassan's body disappeared in place along with the wind, accompanied by a little breeze and the mist that kept churning at night.

But it is impossible for him to rush to rescue Lixiang like this. Although that demon is not as agile as him, it is after all a bomb spider that can be counted from the surroundings while taking care of a person. If one is not careful, he will It's okay to just leave the stage like this, but his Master will only usher in the final end here.

Assassin didn't dare to gamble on such a possibility, and he absolutely couldn't gamble.

For the Assassins who had once been one of the eighteen Hassans, the Cursed Armor knew all too well that those flukes would only leave the seeds for their demise.

Bang bang bang!

Many indistinct lights fell from top to bottom in the dense fog, which were the traces left by Assassin's short blades piercing the air, and those sharp short blades were unimpeded in the thick fog In an instant, it shot down on the ground like an arrow, penetrating through the bodies of those bomb spiders.

"HIHIHIHI—HIHIHIHIHIHIHI——!!!"