The unbelievable speed of the low-altitude traversal was deeply shocked in the eyes of all the soldiers who crossed above it, because this speed could only be described as 'anomalous' in any Servant level------ but it was still too slow. Qing Yaoyao looked at the red texture that seemed to touch the heavenly dome, and the distance was still too far away---

The magic surged, and the black sword gathered into his hand. Maybe a little Qing didn't want to admit it, because it was too late. The red magic tributaries began to shrink back in the form they had first appeared, and the extremely dispersed and expanding magic power converged in the opposite direction according to the crimson magic tributaries in the sky, gradually condensing and taking shape! Far away in the desert, Qing could already see Archer's sarcastic smile at her.

Qing took a deep breath and further accelerated the speed of the sprint, even though he knew that it was too late to strangle that thing in the cradle, but Qing had no reason to think that he could slump down like this. In the end, the crimson magic branch completely disappeared into the sky, but this was not a failed summons, a golden ball of light was suspended in front of Archer extremely smoothly, carrying an incomparable terrifying aura from which ball of light diffused, almost smashing this scorching yellow sand world!

That's a sword! A sword without a blade! But the breath it carries is like a substance that can chop everything apart! Qing clenched the black blade in his hand tightly, compared to that sword, I am afraid that no sword blade in the world can compare with that sword without a blade! The clenched teeth had already spilled blood, and the speed at which Qing was able to increase had exceeded the load on his body.

"It's coming---- Qing muttered softly, the oldest golden king had already raised the golden sword high, and the cylindrical sword body was wrapped in the magic power that was torn apart and spun at high speed! If you think according to the general habitual thinking, the best choice is to extend the distance as far as possible and avoid the blow of the sword! But if the whole world is to be destroyed by this blow, then where can you choose to survive-----

Spiral red air streams down the blade into the sky, endless red wind pressure sweeping through the violent magic that was enough to tear through space! It would have been a blow that would have made countless people despair, and they could only look up and wait for the blow of destruction. Because that power is no longer in the category of human beings or even heroic spirits, it is the pinnacle power that really stops in the divine realm!

【EnumaElish】！！！

The roar of real name liberation shook the entire space! It's enough for all living beings to hear the name! The opening of the heavens and the earth is also a weapon that destroys the world, the weapon used by the Supreme God to create the world in the first place--------。 Qing watched all this in silence, and the hand that clenched the blade trembled for a moment, but Qing didn't understand whether it was despair or helplessness in the face of this power.

The speed of the flight slowed down, and everything could not be stopped. The world is crumbling, as fragile as a bubble eroded by sulfuric acid. The blue sky cracked through this dense opening, and countless cracks spread wantonly on the ground covered with yellow sand, cracking! The sand flowed into the crevasses like flowing water, and the canyons formed by the cracks widened again and again, revealing the endless abyss below.

Rider still maintained his original posture and drove the war horse to sprint hard, and unconsciously in this collapsed world, Qing had caught up with Rider's speed. Looking at Rider at this moment, if you want to describe it, it can only be said that he is still charging, and the legion behind him that was originally charging with him has disappeared into the bottomless abyss. Rider, it's not that he can't see everything that's happening behind him, it's just that he still retains his original obsession and sprints, running. There is no joy in the mouth that is pursed, and the heroism that originally charged with countless soldiers has gradually faded in his body, maybe the reason why he is still charging may be that he still remembers the countless trusts and even the obsession of loyalty behind him.

The world began to darken, and the scorching yellow sand ground returned to its original shape under the arc of wisps of spatial friction, and under the sword that distorted the light, the endless army was destroyed, and the world filled with the scorching sandstorm finally shattered and became invisible. The Rider who was riding the war horse gradually stopped the charge, and as the sound of the horse's hooves faded, the charge carrying the scorching pride and ambition finally disappeared under the moonlight--------

Qing stopped flying and landed on the side of the Rider warhorse. In the faint light of the night and the moonlight, everything seemed to be as quiet as death, silent. Rider, with his eyes lowered, sat quietly on his horse, and the corners of his mouth were pursed with a faint sadness-----。 Qing silently looked at the Rider on the war horse, and for his silence, Qing understood that he was grieving for those warriors who had disappeared.

"Na~! Caster。 Can I and my Master have a little personal space? Rider, who was silent, finally made a request to Qing in his heavy voice, and Qing was slightly stunned, then nodded, turned around and carried a snow painting on his shoulder to distance himself from Rider. Qing put down a snow painting at the edge of the bridge when he walked a distance, because the incident happened suddenly, Qing didn't explain too much and didn't give this woman too much time to prepare, so under Qing's violent rampage, a snow painting without Servant's physique must have entered a coma.

Reaching out and pinching her person, it didn't take long for a snow painting in a trance to wake up. Seeing this, Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Qing was too hasty at that time and didn't think about any protective measures at all, so it was very likely that the woman in front of him would be hit hard under Qing's recklessness! Thankfully, there were no major injuries except for some bruises and soft tissue contusions.

A piece of snow painting stared at Qing's eyes with an unkind face, and there was a kind of color that seemed to scold, but restrained the color that was holding back in her heart from escaping from her. Qing sighed slightly and rubbed her head slightly. "If there is anything unwilling, just store it first, and when this decisive battle is over, I will return it to you when the time comes---------- along with what I owe you."