Feeling the sharp blades slowly protruding around him, Cu Chulainn felt as if he felt a sharp pain as if his body was being pierced, but he clearly understood that this was just an illusion.
As for why Gilgamesh has not left the field after his spiritual core was pierced, he guessed that the opponent may have retained skills such as [Fight Continue], and he could continue fighting even after suffering fatal injuries, just like himself.
However, [Battle Continuation] essentially delays the time of death, and cannot change the fact of death.
Is it an [immortal] type of skill?
Cu Chulainn's brain was spinning rapidly, but this was not the important content. The most important thing at the moment was to break free from this surrounded situation.
With his explosive speed, these slow attacks couldn't hurt him at all.
Obviously not only Cu Chulainn, but even Gilgamesh had thought of this. Along with a series of crisp metal sounds, a golden chain with a cone-shaped wedge on the top flew out from the ripples, pulling Cu Chulainn like a snake.
Lin's left arm was tied tightly.
Cu Chulainn tried hard to break free of the chain, but no matter how hard he tried, it was of no avail. He could only draw out his magic spear and slashed at the chain with the blade of the gun, trying to cut it off.
Qiang——
Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision, a series of bright sparks erupted between the magic gun and the chain. The gun blade bounced back heavily, failing to cut off the chain as expected, leaving not even a trace.
"Hahaha--"
Seeing Cu Chulainn's useless struggle, Gilgamesh showed a arrogant smile on his face. In his eyes, Cu Chulainn was a brave warrior, and he was worthy of using his own friends.
As for using that magic gun to cut off the locks of heaven?
Don't be kidding, he has never doubted this. Even if the Heavenly Lock's special attack on divinity is excluded, it itself is the top divine tool and will not be cut off by that mere magic gun.
boom--
A salvo of Noble Phantasms was as if it had been bombarded by missiles, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky. When the smoke and dust dissipated, there were only a few traces of blood on the devastated ground.
"Ahem..."
Cu Chulainn coughed a few times and appeared next to Linglong Pavilion Misaya, his body swaying slightly. The left arm had disappeared, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, showing that it had been severed by a very sharp instrument.
He casually shook off the blood on the gun blade, and it was he who cut off his left arm. Since he could not break free, in the face of danger, he could only have the determination of a strong man to cut off his arm.
"Oh~~?"
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little surprised by what Cu Chulainn did, but that's okay, things became more interesting.
After drinking another bottle of magic potion, the fatal ferocious penetrating injury quickly recovered and healed as before. It can be said that the battle has continued until now, except for some insignificant magic power and two bottles of magic potion, he has nothing at all
Others are consumed.
Cu Chulainn has been seriously injured and has lost one of his left arms. His combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced and he will not be able to compete with Gilgamesh.
However, Gilgamesh did not pursue the victory, but turned and looked to the right, looking at the hurried figure over there.
【——The golden sword that must win!】
The dazzling torrent of light crossed hundreds of meters and attacked him fiercely. Facing the attack of the Noble Phantasm, he calmly blocked the Cuiping of the Earth in front of him.
The wide sword blade was the best shield at this moment, blocking Gilgamesh tightly from behind.
boom--
The rushing torrent of light collided with the sword, making a deafening sound. Gilgamesh naturally noticed the fine cracks that appeared on the sword at the collision.
"It seems that we have met again. We are really destined."
But instead of being angry, he couldn't help but chuckle.
Sajo Ayaka did not pay attention to him, but looked anxiously at Reilongkan Misaya on the other side. Even a slow person could see that Reilongkan Misaya and Cu Chulainn were in poor condition.
Seeing the arrival of Sajo Ayaka, Reilongkan Misaya subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but she soon realized something, and her face returned to its previous cold look, as if she had no psychological fluctuations due to the other party's arrival.
"What are you doing here? Is this a battle for the Linglong Palace family?"
"I……"
Faced with the aggressive tone of Reilongkan Misaya, Sajo Ayaka subconsciously shrank her head.
"Hmph - do you think I, Linglong Pavilion Misa Night Club, need the help of a low-level magician like you? Stop joking!"
Linglongkan Misaya snorted coldly, drank a bottle of magic potion to replenish magic power, and then used a healing magic formula to restore the injured Cu Chulainn's broken arm.
Cu Chulainn's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.
He is too familiar with his Master, or this type of woman, and he even dares to use his honor as a warrior to guarantee it. His Master must be very happy in his heart.
Women are such creatures who don't always mean what they say, so it's troublesome to say so.
Lily came over and gently patted Sajo Ayaka on the shoulder. The two looked at each other and seemed to have mustered up their courage. Sajo Ayaka shouted loudly,
"No matter what happens, Misaya, you are my best friend!"
Hearing Sayō Ayaka's words, Reilongkan Misaya tightened her lips and just remained silent, saying nothing.
Suddenly there was a series of rapid sounds of horse hooves, approaching from far away, like a sudden storm.
It was a gray-black horse, but unlike ordinary horses, this horse had curved horns on its head that resembled those of a cow.
It jumped over many obstacles lightly, stepped in mid-air, like a dancing butterfly, and finally landed in the center of the battlefield.
As this strange horse turned into blue particles and disappeared, Miyazaki Yota wanted to appear in front of Sajo Ayaka in a chic manner, but he suddenly found that he was a little horse-sick.
She helped him calmly, and he was afraid that his knees would weaken and he would fall to the ground.
Because of his horse sickness, Miyazaki Yota even forgot what he wanted to say. Now he only feels soft under his feet, as if what he is stepping on is not solid earth, but fluffy cotton, and his head is too soft.
The world was spinning, and my stomach was churning.
"I'm... vomit~"
After enduring for a few seconds, Miyazaki Yota, who didn't even finish introducing himself, finally couldn't hold it in anymore and vomited without any momentum. For a moment, the whole place fell into a strange and deadly silence.