Chapter 1936：

Holy Apostle of Pendragon: "..."

She stopped her hand, Shi Lang poked her in the heart.

Feeling that there was no movement behind him, Shi Lang breathed a sigh of relief and stopped his hand...

There is no soul in the sword, and the low-level evil taste. Shi Lang just saw that the other party had an immortal body, and he looked like he was going to kill him, so he immediately stopped doing it.

Of course...

Shirou also knew very well that he simply didn't want to see that face showing such an ugly expression.

"Okay! Then I will find the soul of some sword, and then I will fight with you, and taste your so-called high-level fun!" said Pendragon Saint Apostle viciously.

In fact, she knew very well that she didn't want to fight Shilang right now. She advocates conquering, likes to conquer and ravage others, and also like to be conquered and ravaged by others, so after hearing Shirou's deeds from the strategist, her actions are natural as usual.

In this world, in addition to His Majesty's command is absolute, is there anything more important to refresh yourself and satisfy your desires?

Nothing.

However, at this time, she caught her eye on Shiro's sword with a soul, what high-level taste, so she temporarily suppressed her uncontrollable desire.

The battle finally stopped, Shi Lang breathed a sigh of relief. This was originally an unwarranted disaster, but it was also an unwarranted disaster for this British Tyler Bill resident.

However, there is no way. Who told them to have such a queen who only satisfies selfish desires?

Shi Lang turned around, and before he took two steps, he suddenly felt as if something was covered on his head, as if he had been sucked by a vampire. Shi Lang was weak, fell down, and his face turned pale.

Magic...I can't feel the magic circuit anymore, I don't feel the magic anymore...The memory of the replica structure is disappearing...What's the matter?

Shirou felt his consciousness sinking, but his eyes saw a swordsman in pitch-black armor appeared in front of his eyes, and the holy Apostle Pendragon's angry yelling sounded in his ears: "——What are you doing? This It's my prey, I should put the crown of thorns on him, Holy Apostle Actor!"

Ektor?

This is...

Ektor?

In my memory, that old knight, Aktor?

"Your movements are too slow, Morgan Lefy. To deal with foreign enemies, you must be quick and accurate."

The holy apostle Ektor walked away from Shiro, grabbed Shiro, and said in a flat tone: "Welcome to the eternal empire, the hero of pan-human history. Let’s sleep for now. When you wake up again, you will be People of the empire. Feel glorious, this is a gift from His Majesty the Emperor."

Eternal Empire...

His eyes stopped on the face of the Holy Apostle Ektor, and his voice was fixed on the manic voice of the Holy Apostle Pendragon, Shiro's consciousness sank.

Is that so? The man behind the scenes is the emperor...

So, Guinevere, what role are you playing?

Chapter 11 One Hundred Million Years of Waiting

——Wake up!

——Wake up!

In the darkness, it seemed that someone was calling.

——Wake up, Eternal King!

Eternal King...

Who is that?

——Wake up soon, Eternal King! Being sent to the [Coffin of Eternity], I have no way to rescue you!

Coffin of Eternity...

——If even you fall, who else can defeat the Emperor? I have been waiting for 100 million years, wake up, wake up, holy sword hero!

It hurts!

As if a thousand needles pierced his soul, Shi Lang frowned, and then slowly opened his eyes. In a moment, the infinite blankness came into view.

"This is..."

Shi Lang clutched his head and sat up, his brain confused and his consciousness a little unclear.

However, he remembered, he stopped fighting with the Holy Apostle Pendragon, was put on something by the Holy Apostle Ector, and then fainted.

——Welcome to the Eternal Empire, the hero of pan-human history...

With the words of the holy apostle Ektor echoed in his ears, Shiro realized that the man behind the scenes who transferred himself from South America to this place was probably this Britain, the supreme emperor of the eternal empire, the emperor of heaven.

Just...

"Unbelievable, the magic has disappeared..." Shilang looked down at his palm, his eyes flashing with surprise.

[Evil] is gone, the eternal king's record can't be felt, even the invisible vortex can't be felt, and now, even the magic in the body has disappeared.

Not only that, the origin of awakening, the treasure structure copied from Gilgamesh, the skills copied from many heroic spirits... everything disappeared.

There was only one, nothing left, Fujimaru Shiro who was as blank as this space.

"It's like a growth reversal, turning back to an ordinary person who didn't have any power when I first passed through."

Shi Lang frowned. He reached out and touched his forehead. He could clearly feel a ring in his palm, which was embedded in his head, and he couldn't pull it off.

This ring was probably the culprit who took away his magic power.

But what is this?

Shilang stood up, looked around, looking for a mirror that could reflect, but walking and walking, he soon had other questions.

——Here, where is it?

This is a pure white space.

There is no sky, no earth, no other colors, and there is no end in sight, only a piece of white.

It can be called the Chaos of White.

Walking in the endless white chaos, Shi Lang suddenly discovered that there was a fallen figure in the distance. He rushed over to take a look and saw Xuanzang Sanzang lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Hey! Master Xuanzang!"

Shi Lang pushed Xuanzang Sanzang several times, and Xuanzhuang Sanzang woke up leisurely and looked at Shi Lang with a little surprise: "Teng, Fujimaru Shiro benefactor?"