The freezer was filled with viscous and filthy black mud.
The quick-frozen meat products were also corroded and charred.
The subordinates were terrified by Bazdilot's reaction, and many were so frightened that they fell to the ground.
To be able to play such a beautiful melody while causing a magical power runaway comparable to a disaster, and to confine it all within the freezer, demonstrated his "rational abnormality."
They were terrified from the bottom of their hearts.
They were afraid of their superior, Bazdilot Cordelion.
"Somewhat unexpected… I didn't know you had studied music."
The only one who could speak in this situation
Was the avenger who was also tainted by the black mud and belonged to the same unorthodox path.
"To regulate my spirit, I once practiced… Mr. Scladio happened to hear me play once, and he liked it very much.
I made a promise with him… When this moment came, I would play a requiem for him."
Bazdilot explained the reason for playing the piano.
No one would have thought
That this suit-wearing thug who could turn tens of thousands of lives into magical energy crystals would play the piano because of the boss's death.
Moreover, he was playing a requiem.
You should know that Bazdilot had once faced the danger of his own internal organs being corroded and his lover's head being twisted off in front of him.
He didn't even frown.
This matter was circulated among the old cadres of the Scladio family, and therefore, no one dared to underestimate Bazdilot.
To be able to harbor the evils of humanity within his body.
It could be said that he, like Alcides now, was nothing more than a demon in human skin.
–He was beaten to near death by the Church's Executors and crushed by the magus from Britain.
His battle record was countless, with wins and losses.
But no matter what, Bazdilot survived to the end.
He was by no means an ordinary person.
"Your body seems to have recovered. Last night, you seemed to be seriously injured."
"I'm fine now. Although it was a bit troublesome to be chased by the Amazon Queen after suffering those injuries."
Alcides still remembered Hippolyta's fierce blow.
If he didn't know Hippolyta and know her love for Moran, he probably would have lost his fourth life.
Tactically, Alcides was very despicable.
He trampled on the friendship of his two friends from his previous life.
Only to gain a greater chance of victory for himself.
However, the result was quite good; currently, Alcides was one of the few "survivors" on that battlefield.
The vast majority of people were swept into that black mist.
"Answer me, how many more days can you last?"
"I can probably maintain my rationality for about three or four days."
Alcides answered straightforwardly.
Bazdilot saw through the raging poison within him, as well as the burden caused by devouring the Sword of Rupture.
The Spirit Origin was like a water cup.
The Servant was the liquid inside.
Alcides, under the corrosion of being injected with poison, also plundered Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm Spirit Origin.
Two heavy burdens, working together.
An ordinary water cup was bearing a full bucket of water; it was already a miracle that it hadn't collapsed.
Alcides was enduring this inhuman torment while maintaining his sanity and chatting with Bazdilot.
It was unimaginable how strong his spirit was.
Just the hydra's poison alone
Was already making Gilgamesh sweat, yet he could still remain so calm…
"Is that so? In that case, the advantage over those imposters will disappear… No, considering that even if you are devoured by madness, you still won't be eliminated, it's still advantageous to us, right?"
Bazdilot nodded indifferently.
He accepted this matter as a routine procedure and considered it from another perspective.
Even if Alcides lost his mind.
Bazdilot could use him as a berserker, driving Alcides to attack others.
It was just that his actions would be somewhat limited.
Empathy between master and servant was unnecessary.
From the beginning, the two were in a relationship of mutual exploitation, and there was no question of sympathy.
"…Currently, the mud has the advantage. However, this poison is a symbol of my death. With the intervention of my friend, I'm afraid no one can detoxify it. Although it is not corroding the flesh of the Spirit Origin, the poison is slowly and surely attacking the root of my spirit."
A trace of solemnity appeared in Alcides's eyes.
In this chaotic battle, the biggest fall he took was being stabbed by the hydra's dagger.
If Moran were the one wielding the Hydra Dagger, he would definitely focus all his attention on Moran himself.
He would never allow the dagger a chance to strike him.
However, in this game, Alcides was outmaneuvered and tripped up by another heroic son of man.
It must be said, this move was too ingenious.
The fighting spirit displayed by that policeman named John was truly dazzling and captivating.
Moran had concealed this move too deeply.
Even now, Alcides harbors no resentment and even admires Moran's move.
The Moran he knows is just that tricky and powerful.
In terms of strength and strategy, Moran is undoubtedly a strong contender.
Precisely because of this, Moran is regarded by Alcides as the greatest enemy in the Holy Grail War.
"Enough, as long as I obtain the Holy Grail before you finish."
"…I thought you had no interest in the Holy Grail itself, or do you?"
Alcides asked with considerable curiosity.
Previously, Bazdilot had been participating in the war on orders, and he himself had no pursuit of the Holy Grail.
"If my lord had simply passed away peacefully, that would indeed be the case… However, some magi in the family did unnecessary things.
They overlaid my lord's personality onto the heads of several strangers. However… those substitutes are all dead, and each died of different causes."
Bazdilot narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not only had Faldeus received the news of the sudden deaths of thirty-five high-ranking officials in the White House, but he had also received it.
Through the intelligence network, Bazdilot had already figured out the context of these events.