Gilgamesh threw the two weapons at Illya mercilessly.
It was clear that he would be pierced by the weapon if he did not move, but Illya still sat quietly on the Cross Throne, as if she was not the target of the attack.
"Dang! Dang!"
Just before the weapon thrown by Gilgamesh was about to touch Illya's body, two incredible black lights broke through the barrier of space, and lightly lifted the two powerful and heavy weapons away.
"Hmm?assassin?!"
The fleeting breath gave Gilgamesh a familiar feeling.
On the ground in front of Ilia's feet, a petite figure slowly emerged from a small shadow.
"Sinner! How dare you attack Her Highness the Saint?!"
As soon as he came up, this petite figure pointed the two short blades in his hands at Gilgamesh and scolded him loudly.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to frighten you. Are you okay?"
Turning around, the petite figure didn't even bother to wait for Gilgamesh's answer. He half-knelt down and asked Ilia on the throne.
"An, get up. I'm not that fragile."
Ilia didn't make any move, and looked at An, who was half-kneeling, and opened her lips a few times.
"yes!"
An stood up in response, turned around and looked at Gilgamesh with a look full of hostility, and then bowed to Ilia.
"Your Highness, I have returned to the shadows and am waiting for your call at any time."
With that said, An sank into the shadow at her feet.
"Dedication!" x2
At the same moment, the sword rain was shaken to a large extent by the strong energy, and the figures of two red-robed bishops appeared.
"Sacrifice!" x4
Another large piece of sword rain was blown away, revealing the bodies of four knights in shining armor standing back to back.
The bodies of the six people were all burning with strange red invisible fire.
"The blasphemers! They will be judged!"
"What?"
As the four knights charged again, Gilgamesh's eyes widened in surprise.
The rain of swords, all composed of A-level Noble Phantasms, hit the knights, but they were all bounced away by the layer of strange red fire that covered the knights.
"What a hassle!"
After complaining, Gilgamesh held up EA and started fighting with the four knights who were already close.
Gilgamesh has no intention of releasing his Noble Phantasm to deal with the knights. He just needs to use his ultimate move to deal with the little ones. It really loses his noble status.
The "sacrifice" of the knights and the "dedication" of the bishops created the current stalemate battle situation.
The "Sacrifice" skill is just like its literal meaning, sacrificing all your abilities and devoting them all to attacking the enemy.
After only a few rounds, the knights' bodies were already scarred. However, the knights continued to attack Gilgamesh with high spirits, showing no intention of retreating or hesitating.
The "dedication" skill is also the same as its literal meaning, dedicating all your abilities and using your own ultimate power to enhance the abilities of your teammates.
The two red-robed bishops were half-kneeling on the ground in exhaustion, but their sharp eyes were still staring at the battlefield, ready to drain their magic power completely and carry out the final support operation.
"well……"
Ilia, who was sitting on the Cross Throne, tilted her head unbearably as she watched the knights and bishops fight to the death.
"An, is it really okay for you to choose to believe in me? Am I really that worthy of your belief?"
Illya stared at the shadow at her feet and asked with a gloomy expression.
"Fight for me and eventually die. Have you really never regretted it?"
"Your Highness! Please don't say such things again!!!"
The next second, an excited An emerged from the shadow.
"Your Highness! Have you forgotten who woke us up? Forgot who saved us? Have you forgotten who gave us hope of rebirth?"
An half knelt down and placed his forehead on Ilia's instep devoutly.
"When we were confused, it was you who guided us. When we faced difficulties, it was you who extended a helping hand. When we were desperate, it was you who gave us the meaning of survival."
"An, to tell you the truth, I'm not that great. I just can't stand the Archbishop's actions. I only saved you on a whim."
Illya was not moved by the other party's piety and recounted the "truth" without mercy.
"And, think about it! How many people did the Icon Guardian Knights originally have?!"
At this moment, endless annoyance, regret, and unwillingness all appeared on Ilia's small and delicate face.
"5,000 people! A total of 5,000 people! In order to protect me who was extremely fragile at that time, you had to compromise with the Archbishop and become the sword in her hands. And then what?!"
Illya slapped the armrest of the Cross Throne fiercely.
Slapping the armrest was the biggest action Illya could do at this time. If it weren't for the fact that she had to concentrate on providing magic power to the summoned Servant, Illya would never have failed to participate in the attack on Gilgamesh.
"What did she think of you?! A sharp sword immersed in darkness?! What did she make you do?! All the shameful things were handed over to you! Killers! She thought of you as shameless killers!
In use!"
The armrests of the Cross Throne have been pinched and deformed by Ilia, which shows how excited Ilia is.
"What did she ask you to do in the end?! She asked you to fight against the dragon as a human being!!! Do you know! People who have managed to survive various extremely dangerous executioner missions, when facing the dragon
There are only 8 of you left! That’s more than 4,000 people!”
Tears broke through the limitations of her eyes and fell from Ilia's eyes.
"And what about you?! Even if you die unjustly, you still believe in me without regret. Even if only your soul is left, you will still protect me... Do you understand?"
Gently wiping away her tears, Illya set her sights on the cross in the cathedral.
"That day was the most desperate day in my life. A steady stream of souls chose my body as the place of final return with a firm heart of faith. Are you all fools? It's all because of me! You will end up like this
Such an end! Why, why do you insist on believing in me so unapologetically! You all know that I am only God’s substitute, not God! Why?!”
Regret, this is Illya's only expression now.
"What I regret most in my life is that I extended my hand to you. If it weren't for me, you might be able to live your life in peace without having to experience the darkest side of the world and the darkest side of human beings. Moreover,
you……"
Ilia pointed to An and nodded at the knights and bishops who were fighting.
"Are you 8 idiots among idiots?!"
With a snap, the armrest of the Cross Throne was completely crushed.
"It's not easy to survive! Why do you still want to return to the Holy See? Why do you insist on returning to me! Even if you know that the archbishop can survive, he will never let you go! Why are you so stupid?!"
Saying that, Ilia dejectedly lowered her hand pointing at An.
"It's already a miracle that you managed to come back at that time. I didn't even have a way to save you. I could only watch you die in front of me. What's even more ridiculous is that you, you and those idiots
Same! Why are you still pestering me after I die?!"
"Your Highness..."
"Shut up! I'm not done yet!"
Ilia directly interrupted An who was about to say something.
"You... it would be fine if you rested in my body like those idiots. But what about you?! If I hadn't carefully checked my soul when I reorganized my body, would you have wanted to hide in silence forever?!
Are you just going to protect me with your soul forever?!"
Ilia grabbed An's collar and pulled her close to her.
"The souls of those idiots killed by the dragon have also had part of their souls wiped out, and they have lost their self-awareness. But what about you? You still have complete souls! You can obviously have the chance to be reborn, but you are willing to sleep silently in me
Inside your body, waiting for one day to be able to fight for me again. Is it worth it?! Is it worth it for me like this?! Is it worth it for me who can’t even save your lives?! Sigh..."
Sighing, Ilia let go of An's collar and leaned on the throne a little slumped.
"Your Highness, we will never regret it for the rest of our lives!" x7
As if they were connected to each other, not only An in front of Illya, but also the knights and bishops who were struggling, all shouted in unison.
"Your Highness, just as I said before, it is you who redeemed us. In the increasingly dark Holy See, it is you who have brought real light to our rotting hearts. Fighting for you, here for you,
We have no regrets in dying for you."
With that said, An once again put her forehead on Ilia's instep devoutly.
"Your Highness, please stop blaming yourself. We understand the pain in your heart. But this is definitely not your fault, Your Highness! It is because we are too incompetent. Faced with the threat of the Archbishop, we gave in. We used self-righteous and wrong methods.
By protecting you, I not only failed to protect you, Your Highness, but also harmed Your Highness unknowingly. This is a sin that we cannot forgive."
"You... how stupid do you have to be!!!"
"Your Highness!!!"
Facing Ilia's anger, An had no intention of submitting this time and looked firmly into Ilia's eyes.
"Your Highness, we know that you have been lonely and suffering for thousands of years, and we know that your heart has gradually closed due to this sadness."
An's eyes were full of self-blame.
"If it weren't for our incompetence, Your Highness would not choose this approach. We have experienced the light in Your Highness's heart, but we are unable to return this light to Your Highness. Your Highness, you have taught us a lot
You have done enough things for us. But in the end, we who are stupid can only choose to use a single force to repay you. Later, because of our stupidity, your existence was destroyed.
The archbishop found out and even endangered your highness's existence because of this. From the beginning to the end, we have been sorry for your highness! So please don't blame yourself anymore and don't keep your heart closed any longer!"
Having said this, An stood up and pointed to the battlefield with one hand.
"Your Highness, if we think that believing in you is not worth it, then there is no way we can fight like this till now!"
"Idiots... what a bunch of idiots..."
Illya closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Then let me see what abilities you idiots have gained after death, so that you can truly protect me!"
"Obey! For faith!"
An He raised the knife in front of his chest and shouted.
"For the saint!"
Six responses came in unison from the battlefield.
"We will win!"
Then, more crazier, more intense, and more ferocious attacks swept towards Gilgamesh without any regrets.
"Your Highness! This is our response! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
At this moment, An Ye ran towards the battlefield with the belief that he would never regret anything.
"This is really... an endless debt of gratitude! The original impulse had already led to today's situation. It's really all my fault... However, whether it's mine or yours... everything will be mine after all.
I want to get it back. Just wait! Your Excellency, Archbishop Sophia Ella Kratilana..."
Declaring war on the past, Illya may be able to accept her own fate. However, she cannot accept the fate of those who have been distorted by her. Being selfish but selfless is one of the most contradictory psychology of human beings. Even gods cannot
