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In the darkness.
"Then I'll take my leave now. I have to make some preparations for the summons."
"Well, go ahead, I also want to enjoy the scene of Alto being summoned by myself!"
Francesca moved from the sofa to the bed, shaking her legs and said.
Faldius looked at her and persuaded her again: "Miss Francesca, I already know what cruel experiences you have had so far. However, I am just an amateur magician. Naturally there will be worries.”
Having said this, he narrowed his eyes, making no secret of his hatred for Bazdilot, and continued: "Give that thing to him...is it really okay?"
"Are you so dissatisfied? However, if you want to completely control the heroic spirits summoned by the catalyst, even I can't squeeze out enough magic power. I have to rely on the combination of Baz and the Scladio family."
"I'm not talking about the catalyst, but the by-product you brought from Fuyuki."
Hearing this, Francesca said "Ah" in sudden realization, and then showed a bad smile.
"There's nothing I can do about it. The only people who can control that thing, or in other words, can make it proliferate while maintaining itself, are Baz and I... But I don't want to be exposed to that kind of thing that's not cute at all. Mud! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
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Meat processing plant.
It was a strange sight.
Something red and black flows in together with the magic power of the Command Seal, eroding the heroic spirit's body bit by bit.
In order to resist the erosion, the heroic spirit released its magic power and destroyed most of the barriers laid in the workshop.
Several magicians couldn't cope and were hit by magic, convulsing and fell to the ground.
Although Bazdilot was also exposed to this torrent of magic power, he remained unmoved and continued to glare at the heroic spirit with his sharp eyes.
"Congratulate, admire, and love what they deny...until you are satisfied."
Bazdilot's left hand that reached out to the heroic spirit released not only the power of the command spell, but also the magic power accumulated in his body.
He even used Eastern spells that were considered heretical by the Clock Tower, and saw red and black "something" constantly stretching out from his arms and twisting into the body of the heroic spirit.
Bazdilot first used a spell to cut through the barrier that could resist the magic, and then let the red-black "something" that squirmed like a shadow directly erode the heroic spirit. In addition, the total amount of magic power released from Bazdilot's body is also extraordinary. But even if the heroic spirit feels that something is fishy, it has no extra energy to solve the mystery.
The heroic spirit now seemed to be clawing at his body, holding his body tightly with both hands, recalling the poison that killed him in his mind. Although the pain caused by the poison should be different from what he felt now, his instinct pulled out the torment from his memory. Because instinct is screaming, saying that the power flowing into the body is as dangerous as the poison.
While enduring the unspeakable pain, the heroic spirit desperately tried to suppress the "impulse" surging from within and outside to prevent it from being dominated.
However, the next moment, the "mud" sent in by Bazdilot and the "curse" in the body of the heroic spirit - which is also one of the evil karma that constitutes the heroic spirit, became entangled with each other, causing the heroic spirit kneeling on the ground to tremble throughout the space. roared.
As if in response to this roar, the heroic spirit's body also underwent drastic changes.
His whole body was covered in red and black mud. Then, the muscles were scraped off the strong limbs, and the bones themselves seemed to have shrunk, and even the height was shortened by nearly fifty centimeters.
The "mud" covering the body turned directly into dye, dyeing the hero's skin red and black.
Another force mixed with the "mud" near the heart and turned into white dye, carving radial lines on his body, like the traces left by the heart being gouged out.
At the same time, the roar of the heroic spirit suddenly stopped. He stood up in a snap as if nothing had happened.
Come.
Bazdilot still raised his left hand and asked the heroic spirit: "How does it feel to get rid of the unnecessary things? From now on, those muds will replace them and become your strength."
Seeing the heroic spirit looking at him silently, Bazdilot continued to say calmly: "The magic channel should have been connected... let me ask."
Despite being shortened in height, the Heroic Spirit is still a head taller than Bazdilot. Bazdilot stared at the heroic spirit in front of him and asked, "Let me ask you, are you my servant?"
After a moment of silence, the heroic spirit replied: "Okay..."
He unfolded the cloth draped over his shoulders and put it over his head, hiding his face. "In order to realize my revenge plan... I will use you. Once you lose value, I will personally... break your neck."
Although the heroic spirit is dressed in a strange appearance, it has a sense that is far from crazy and speaks dangerous words calmly.
Seeing this, Bazdilot asked without expression, "Why are you covering your face?"
"To teach myself a lesson so that the evil deeds of human beings can no longer be reflected in my eyes."
"Ah...I see, this piece of cloth is the skin of that one. As long as you can move freely, I don't have a problem with it."
"Well, until the day I use the power of the Holy Grail to expel my ominous name, I don't want the world to see this face.".Ь.
Use the power of the Holy Grail to erase the "name".
Hearing the heroic spirit say such strange words, Bazdilot put his hand on his chin and said: "Then how should I call you by your real name? Your current nature has become too different from your original one... Alternative, how about Just call it Alter, how about it?"
Hearing this, the heroic spirit shook his head slightly and said his real name.
It is completely different from the nature when summoned, but it is his true name.
"My name is——"
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Starting with the incident at the meat processing plant, several heroic spirits descended on Snowfield that night, including the swordsman who appeared at the opera house.
Some people summoned the heroic spirits as planned, some summoned the heroic spirits beyond imagination, and some lost their lives before they saw the heroic spirits they summoned.
While the Masters and the Heroic Spirits they summoned were toying with each other's fate, the "False Holy Grail" that summoned all the Heroic Spirits temporarily fell into a deep sleep.
In order to treat it as a prize and give it to the winner who pursues it.
The heroic spirits involved the entire city in this feast, but they seemed to be the lullaby it heard when it fell asleep.
"The other magicians have almost finished summoning the heroic spirits."
Seeing the fish belly white in the eastern sky, Sigma took a deep breath and closed the window of the bungalow.
Then he walked to the underground workshop that did not belong to him.
Barriers and other things that hindered the ceremony have long been cleared away.
Sigma walked underground and thought: Can I really summon a heroic spirit? Speaking of which, what exactly is a heroic spirit? Why was it chosen by that "seat"?
He's just a mercenary who can use magic.
After the government he served fell, the enemy picked him up.
Their relationship is that simple.
I don’t have any special powers, so why was I chosen?
Sigma pondered this question while solemnly preparing for the ceremony.
He never thought about revenge for the government.
Since childhood, Sigma has received various magical initiations.
When people from the government discovered that his ability to control familiars was outstanding, they gave him strict instruction in this aspect, from magic training to how to use weapons. In their spare time, they also taught him "How powerful the government is, and it must never be done". The idea of disobedience. But seeing the enemy effortlessly replace the government, he knew it was all a lie.
Sigma believes in nothing.
Even his own abilities, his employer's magic, and Faldius' troop training were all the same to him, and they only made him feel unreliable.
Because of this, Sigma would think: Is it really good for a person like me who has no faith at all to participate in the war for the "Holy Grail"? Sigma understands the purpose of the "Holy Grail War".
The Holy Grail War is about fighting for the Holy Grail - the foundation of the wishing machine system that can grant any wish.
However, Sigma did not fully understand the concept of "wishing machine".
Because he has no concept of the word "desire" itself.
When his employer asked him what he wished for the Holy Grail, Sigma didn't know how to answer.
It's not that he doesn't have desires. If anything, he wanted to have stable sleep and food.
However, is this desire worth entrusting his future to something outside himself?
Assuming that the thing called the "Holy Grail" can really produce inexhaustible food, what good will it do to the Holy Grail?
If there were contributions that did not require repayment in this world, it would be nothing more than an incomprehensible and extremely strange thing to Sigma.
But he just had questions about this and didn't want to go into details.
Sigma, who is indifferent to emotions, just does his job plainly - for stable sleep and diet.
Because in the environment where he grew up, these two things were more precious than anything else.
"When the wind comes from the sky, we separate it with walls, and all the high doors in all directions are closed——"
Sigma never believed in gods, miracles, or even his own power. In order to realize the miracle that is equivalent to the work of God - "Summoning of Heroic Spirits", he began to chant a spell.
There is no emotion or desire, just like a machine that allows the magic to flow through the body and the ritual venue.
"From the Wheel of Restraint, Guardian of the Scales!"
Sigma was not particularly interested in summoning at first, but when the chant was about to end, the magic power in his body was suddenly drawn out, which made him subconsciously raise his voice.
This was evidence beyond a doubt that his magic was flowing into the center of the ceremony.
Even when he saw light starting to shine around him, Sigma's heart did not waver at all.
Some of it is just the fatigue of having the magic power taken away.
Sigma watched the magic light swirling like a whirlpool, and calmly reconfirmed his current environment.
In this so-called "Holy Grail War", he is at best a pawn used by his employer to make up the numbers.
The best proof is that his employer did not give him any catalyst.
"Actually, I originally planned to prepare various catalysts for you. For example, Blackbeard's treasure, Paracelsus's flask, and the hero Spartacus's handcuffs. But, I I thought about it again. If the city were to choose the heroic spirits without any catalyst, what kind of heroic spirits would be summoned? What would this chaotic city attract?" This is what the employer is curious about. of.
Don't know what to expect.
Bringing such uncertain elements into this Holy Grail War is obviously the work of a fool. The employer was fascinated by it, and continued with a smile: "Although the mediator (Ruler) can't come, who can guarantee that nothing will happen? Without a catalyst, a hero with similar characteristics to myself may be summoned. So there is nothing. You are the best candidate. You neither desire anything from this world, nor do you think about leaving anything behind... Only Soldier A like you, who is not like a hero at all, can achieve a mediocre state. Say Really, if you let the false Holy Grail choose... what will happen? But if nothing comes... you can also escape from this city."
In short, Sigma is nothing more than a disposable pawn to satisfy his employer's curiosity.
It doesn't matter if a hero appears that is of no use.
"What should I do if such a heroic spirit appears? Shall we chat together? But even if the other person is a hero who was once famous all over the world, I
I don’t have anything special to say. "
Sigma looked at the summoning ceremony that was going very smoothly in front of him with an expressionless face. While thinking this, he waited for the torrent of light and magic to calm down.
In fact, in this Holy Grail War, he is just a pawn that no one pays attention to.
Even the name is just a symbol "∑".
His employer Francesca only knows him as "it's best to create some interesting uncertain elements", and her idea of him is just "a satisfactory chess piece, and keeping him alive is beneficial to her."
In this false "Holy Grail War", the young man named Sigma is at best a "soldier" who is not even a magician.
However, all this only lasted until the moment the summoning ceremony ended.
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Snowfield Forest.
With the highest level of "breath perception", Enkidu noticed the "change".
But he never thought that what caused this "change" was the summons of the heroic spirit.
Enkidu closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling very sorry, and lowered his gaze to the ground.
"Did you... make him angry?"
Only the silver wolf next to the heroic spirit could hear these words.
This sentence disappeared gently among the trees, and no one understood its meaning.
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Marsh house underground.
The light dissipated and there was nothing in front of the ritual altar.
Sigma slowly glanced around and found a figure sitting on a broken chair in the corner of the room.
It was a slightly older man holding a cane. He has gray hair and a long scar on his face that extends to the bottom of his collar.
From the appearance, he should be an "old man". You can see his strong shoulders and figure, and he looks like an active navy man.
The most obvious feature of his body is a smooth white prosthetic leg connected to the knee. Sigma was alert and silent, observing the old man.
Although the old man exudes a sense of oppression, he seems to be a little different from the "hero".
The clothes he wore were more modern than expected, at least he didn't look like a character from myths and legends or medieval stories.
Just when Sigma didn't know how to speak, the old man took the lead and said, "Are you the master of the Holy Grail War? Huh... you don't look domineering."
"Who are you?" Sigma didn't care about the old man's impolite comments and asked lightly with some doubts.
"Me? Call me captain. However, this title will soon lose its meaning." The old man answered in a casual tone, just like the words coming out of his mouth, meaningless.
The old man's roundabout words made Sigma mutter in his heart: What does it mean that it will soon be meaningless? In short... the first thing I have to do is to formally conclude a contract with him.
Sigma decided to confirm the old man's identity before questioning him. What we need to do now is answer his first question.
"I... did summon you during the summoning ceremony, and I am your master."
Hearing this, the old man showed a ferocious smile, shook his head and said, "Haha...boy, you seem to have misunderstood."
Sigma looked confused when he heard this. Someone immediately gave him an explanation, but it was not the old man in front of him.
"We were not summoned by you."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind. Sigma turned around suddenly, pulled out his pistol from the holster, and pointed it at the figure behind him.
"who?"
Sigma asked as he looked over and found that the person speaking was a strange-looking young man.
The young man was carrying a wing-like mechanical device on his back. The skeleton was covered with wax and white feathers, like a pair of strange bird wings. If anything, this young man is dressed like a character from ancient mythology.
Sigma couldn't help but wonder, could the young man be the heroic spirit and the old man the magician who invaded this place? So he looked back
Looking at the old man, he found that there was no old man at all, only a chair was left standing alone.
The young man ignored Sigma who was in confusion and smiled bitterly: "To put it in your opinion...I am just an escaped prisoner."
"What's the meaning?"
Sigma turned around in response, but the person who spoke was gone. Instead, another man's voice came from another direction.
"We are not the heroic spirits you summoned, but the shadows of that heroic spirit projected around you."
Standing in front of the door was a young man wearing white clothes who looked to be less than fifteen years old. A snake with a calm face was wrapped around the staff in his hand, hissing and sticking out its tongue towards Sigmar.
"child?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. I used Medusa's blood on myself for clinical trials, and my body suffered some effects...but don't worry about it, I am also a shadow and will disappear soon."
After saying that, the boy gradually faded like mist and disappeared into the air with a smile.
The same question kept popping up in Sigma's mind: What happened? What happened?
"Brother, you are so unlucky. You can't escape. If you were a cute girl, I would work hard to appear as a heroic spirit."
A different voice again.
"We are not heroic spirits. Not only can we not use the Noble Phantasm, we cannot even hold up knives or even chopsticks."
Still a different voice. "You just have bad luck and bad relationships, so you conjure up hopeless misery."
Different voices came and went in the basement, playing with Sigma's heart with incomprehensible words.
"However, we have great expectations for you - we expect you to become a Lancer who can penetrate everything."
It is said that a person who becomes a Master with a Command Seal appearing on his body can see the state of the heroic spirit.
However, Sigma could not read any information from these suspected heroic spirits.
What he could clearly feel was that there was a magic channel between him and these "things" that had not even concluded a contract yet, but there was no sign of the magic being sucked away by them.
An ordinary person would probably have screamed when faced with this situation. But Sigma was originally weak in emotions. Now he just showed a slightly confused look and asked the "shadow" group that kept appearing and disappearing: "What does it mean for me to become a spearman? Also, who are you? I can't even understand myself." I don’t even know what class of heroic spirit was summoned.”
Hearing this, the old man who called himself "Captain" appeared on the chair again, with the two eyebrows on his serious face tightening even more.
"The class of Heroic Spirits you summoned? Well, this may be a bit of a terminology problem... I should say it's... the one whose duty is to look down on all this from a high place... an atcher."
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In a dream.
"The sun makes you warm and comfortable, Mr. Black!"
This is Snowfield in Cao Qiuchun's dream. The animals were running around in the garden, and Tsubaki sat on the lawn and said this in an innocent voice.
However, the alien creature that Tsubaki calls "Mr. Black" - the Pale Rider - is huddled under the shade of the trees in the courtyard.
"Huh? Mr. Black, do you hate Father Sun?"
The cavalryman's body trembled, as if answering Chun.
"A little."
Tsubaki seemed to read such words from the dark movements. But she thought it might be an illusion, so she continued to shout to the trooper: "If you feel uncomfortable, let's go inside?"
"Mr. Black", the cavalryman, has not said a word to Tsubaki since they met. However, after pulling the animals into his dreams several times, he gradually began to use his own attitude to express his meaning.
But just like animals, people can easily understand whether they are happy or unhappy.
Chun walked towards the house, suddenly looked at the quiet residential area around him and murmured: "Don't everyone hate this place?
So I moved somewhere else..."
Seeing Chun's gloomy look, he transformed into "Mr. Black" who was about the same height as her and walked up to her.
"Mr. Black" touched Chun's head, as if asking her what was bothering her.
Chun smiled, shook his head and replied: "Thank you, Mr. Black, it doesn't matter to me." Then, Chun looked at the animals playing in the courtyard and continued: "It's different now. There are so many little animals here now? ?
"Now, mom and dad... no one will leave this place again, right?"
Upon hearing this, the cavalry judged that this was Tsubaki's "wish".
The current cavalry is an extremely incomplete wishing machine, only obeying the orders of its master, Tsubaki.
In order to use his own power to realize Chun's wish, the cavalry began to operate secretly.
However, the cavalry at this time was unable to make any complicated guesses.
Next——
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Real world, outside Snowfield.
Several cars were driving on a long wilderness road, and in one of them were several magicians.
There is such a group of magicians, and they are not famous in the clock tower. After hearing the rumors, they came to Snowfield specifically to make a name for themselves. The magicians in the car fall into this category.
"We have just crossed the city limits."
Hearing what the young apprentice in charge of driving said, the middle-aged magician sitting in the back row groaned.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Although no one could understand what the middle-aged magician was saying, everyone knew that he was very scared.
It is said that a middle-aged magician went to negotiate with a heroic spirit who was suspected of being a stalker, but his tongue was cut lengthwise with a dagger.
Because he was not good at healing magic, he had to wrap the spell around his tongue several times and kept calling to the young apprentice in the driver's seat.
"I know, Master. The scene of the crater being blown out of the desert was scary enough. Everyone wanted to escape quickly!"
"I guess the car in front of us is also carrying a magician, and there are familiars hovering above the car..."
Before he finished speaking, the young apprentice noticed something was wrong.
Not long after we drove out of the city, there were several cars parked on both sides of the road. Even the car that was driving far away from them stopped in panic on the side of the road.
The young apprentice thought to himself: What happened on this road in the wilderness?
When he saw his familiar falling from the vehicle in front of him, he suddenly felt a strong nausea in his stomach, making it impossible for him to continue driving.
He quickly parked the car on the side of the road and explained to the rearview mirror: "Yes... I'm sorry, I suddenly feel uncomfortable... Master?"
The scene reflected in the rearview mirror shocked the young apprentice.
He saw his master, the middle-aged magician, lying on his seat with a pale face.
"Oops, we have to hurry..."
The young apprentice endured the physical discomfort and said to his senior brother sitting in the passenger seat. But when he saw the other party, he was shocked again.
The senior brother in the passenger seat was also pale, his body was twitching, and blue spots were appearing on the back of his hands and neck.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
The young apprentice discovered that the same blue spots appeared on his arms, squirming and eroding his body.
Screams rang out in the car—and soon fell silent.
After a few minutes, the car slowly started to move.
Other vehicles parked nearby also started their engines one after another and began to drive slowly.
They all turned around and headed towards Snowfield.
In the car heading to the city, the young apprentice with empty eyes said, "I'm really looking forward to returning to Snowfield!"
"Yeah, that's a really nice place. We have to watch the Holy Grail War from the special seats!"
The senior brother in the passenger seat also had the same purpose.
Hikaru replied.
The blue spots on their bodies have faded a lot, and their skin color is gradually returning to normal. Only their hearts have become something completely different in nature.
"Yeah, the bad show is going on!"
Under the strange scream of joy from the master, the car galloped at full speed in the wilderness.
Heading to war-torn Snowfield.
From this day and this moment, the city of Snowfield became a large prison.
No one will be refused, no one can come out.
It’s as if the city has acquired consciousness and is devouring humans.
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Snowfield North Grand Brook Valley.
"How is this going?
Who are those heroic spirits?"
Tiny Cherk poked her head out from the back seat of the "Vimana", the flying Noble Phantasm that Gilgamesh took out from the treasure house, and took in the whole scene.
A mysterious female heroic spirit interrupted the battle between Gilgamesh and the mysterious archer.
Facing this female heroic spirit who disrupted the battle, Gilgamesh showed a very unhappy expression. But before the female heroic spirit could react, the situation changed.
The mysterious archer was buried in the rubble of the valley due to a blow from the female heroic spirit. But in the blink of an eye, the hill of rubble exploded like a volcano erupting.
Countless huge rocks flew to a height that required looking up.
Suddenly, several rocks were shattered, and arrows exuding amazing magic power rushed out from the rubble.
It turned out that the mysterious archer flew into the air together with the rubble, and it was he who shot those arrows from behind the flying rocks.
The arrows entwined with the tornado were like heavy rain, sucking the rubble into the vortex of the vacuum while pouring down towards Gilgamesh and the female heroic spirit.
Gilgamesh was seen taking out weapons from the "King's Treasure (Gate of Babylon)", and the female heroic spirit took out a bow out of thin air, attached a few arrows, and shot them out together.
The weapons and arrows were released at a speed that Tini's naked eyes could not keep up with, defeating the rain of arrows and the falling violent tornadoes one by one.
Tini thought to herself: King Gilgamesh certainly has this ability...but who is that heroic spirit? Since she appears here on a horse, she should be a heroic spirit of the cavalry class. Just looking at her archery skills, it is not surprising that she is an archer... If so, then there are three archers in this city. Or...even though she is not an archer, she is able to use bows and arrows to exert such powerful power?
Tiny thought that was impossible.
Because this is like an archer using a sword to fight the heroic spirits of other classes.
Although Gilgamesh is an archer and owns famous swords such as EA and arduk, he will not abandon the unparalleled power of his weapons and use his sword skills to confront the swordsman class heroes head-on. Bar. At least that's what Tiny thinks at the moment.
However, the scenes before her eyes overturned Tini's understanding one after another.
The female heroic spirit waved her right hand, and a horse immediately appeared at her hand. She mounted the horse lightly and galloped over the valley with swift momentum.
The cloth wrapped around the female heroic spirit's arm was still full of aura.
The dense magic power was transmitted into the horse through the reins, and the man and the horse seemed to become one, moving freely through the storm.
They first used the large pieces of rubble that were about to fall to the ground to jump into the air, and then used the falling rocks as a foothold to run upward flexibly.
Seeing the female heroic spirit and the horse going upstream along the rubble waterfall, Tini immediately understood one thing: she was indeed a cavalry! In other words, this hero with the qualities of an archer appeared as a cavalryman in this Holy Grail War. The reason why the bow in her hand is so powerful is probably because of the divine energy flowing from the cloth on her arm. That piece of "cloth" is indeed a Noble Phantasm... one that can enhance the user's abilities...
The female cavalry kept running towards the sky on horseback, and in a blink of an eye they reached the top of the falling rubble. Then, she looked at the mysterious archer below, sitting
He immediately drew his bow.
The mysterious archer noticed the aura of the female cavalry and looked up at her through the cloth covering his head.
The female cavalryman was facing away from the sun, and she was drawing her bow, which exuded a strong aura, towards him.
"No wonder..."
"Archers!"
The female cavalry roared loudly with explicit hatred.
In response to this, the archer did not waver at all and just replied softly: "It's you... who betrayed the queen."
The next moment, the female cavalry shot five arrows.
The archers did not evade, but opened their bows in the same way, letting the cloth wrapped around their arms embody a strong spirit, and shot the same number of arrows to meet the attack.
The arrows from both sides collided exactly, and the magic contained in them burst out, forming a strong wind that struck all around.
Tiny used magic to block the wind mixed with gravel, and watched the archers' next moves closely.
However, it was the female cavalry who made the first move.
An even stronger aura than before was concentrated behind the archers.
It turned out that the female cavalry jumped up from her horse while shooting the arrow, and using her beloved horse as bait, she circled behind the archer.
"Being smart."
The archer was about to turn around as he spoke, but before he could, the sonic arrow was aimed straight at the archer's back near his heart.
However, as soon as the arrow touched the archer's body or the piece of cloth covering his head, it immediately fell apart and dispersed in the wind. In the end, this arrow didn't even hurt the archer's hair.
Upon seeing this, the female cavalryman known as the "Queen" muttered: "As expected..."
This sentence is not so much a surprise as it is a confirmation of the speculation in my heart.
"I see."
Gilgamesh, who was standing on the ground watching the battle, temporarily returned to "Vimana" and whispered something.
"What did you understand?"
Hearing Tini's cautious inquiry, Gilgamesh replied boredly: "I know why that inferior archer was able to defend against my king's Noble Phantasm, but was punched by that inferior cavalryman. Got it right."
"Is there really a reason..."
"It's not a big deal, it's just that his armor is special."
"Armor...?"
Tiny asked, looking at the archer who landed on the ground.
The archer did not wear any equipment that could be described as "armor". The only thing covering his upper body was the piece of cloth with a strange pattern on his head, and another pattern of cloth wrapped around his arms. .
"I'm afraid it's a fur made from the skin of a magical beast or a mythical beast. It's a shame that it was made into that shape. It must have been ripped from something like Ugar."
Gilgamesh mentioned the name of a Babylonian monster, but Tini did not fully understand it, and asked further: "You mean... he used that skin to block your amazing king's combo?"
"It has nothing to do with the number of attacks. Divine beasts and magical beasts sometimes reject human civilization like this. When I attacked just now, I not only used first-level weapons, but also took out various low-level Noble Phantasms that I would not normally use. Weapons, it is impossible for him to block them all by relying on his own abilities. But if he uses something like body and magic to defend, then it cannot explain why the fur is intact."
Having said this, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and tightly held the chosen sword "Original Sin" in his hand.
"Such creatures occasionally appear in singularities that reject human civilization. At least, all the tools created by humans will have no effect on them."
After speaking, Gilgamesh smiled slightly.
"What's wrong?" Tini was surprised. If this is really the case, wouldn't the situation be very bad? Why can the king still laugh?
"Nothing. I am just looking forward to it. He peeled off the fur with his own hands." Gilgamesh grinned.
Seeing the smile on Gilgamesh's face, Tini understood what he meant.
This one stands strong
A heroic spirit at the top hopes that the person in front of him is a strong person who can compete with him. If it were an ordinary hero, he would probably accuse the other party of being a rude person who used the power of the Noble Phantasm to repel the treasure from the treasure house.
Therefore, Tiny once again believed that the archer in front of her sight was a very formidable enemy.
That heroic spirit could actually create "expectations" for this arrogant and great king.
"Being able to knock down my king's Noble Phantasm with a bow without relying on armor is a pretty good skill. He's not an inferior guy, so he deserves praise."
"But, what is the Noble Phantasm wrapped around those two arms??"
"It's probably a legacy given to mankind by God. You see, although the things are the same, their methods of use are completely different."
After hearing what Gilgamesh said, Tini applied the magic of magic perception to her eyes and stared at the battle in front of her.
Only then did she realize that there was indeed a difference between the two.
The female cavalry has high-density magical energy flowing throughout their body, while the archers only attach the magical energy to their equipment and do not incorporate it into their bodies.
"Why exactly?? Since you have such a strong body, you can easily defeat the opponent by pouring divine energy into your body, right?" xь.
Gilgamesh thought about Tini's words for a moment, and then showed a happy expression, as if he had found some rare toy.
"I just hate the gods I know very much... but that guy seems to hate the gods he once believed in to the point of having murderous intentions."
"Hate...God?"
"It's funny. Maybe his strong body was created by God. He hates his own existence while still maintaining his heroic spirit. He is truly a clown worth admiring."
Although the words Gilgamesh said would not be heard by the two men, while the female cavalry kept firing arrows, she also shouted at the archers: "Why! Why don't you use my father's power - that Incorporating the power of the military belt into your body? Are you looking down on me or laughing at me?"
The archer used the bow in his hand to knock down arrows that were attacking with the force of destroying the army, and answered the female cavalry's question in a solemn voice.
"The power of God is not something that this body should absorb."
"What?"
Only then did the female cavalry finally realize that "something" was flowing deep inside the opponent's body——
A power completely different from the power of God filled the archer's body like burning poison.
The archers use this power to fully control the power released by the "military belt" like a familiar. He mixed his divine energy with the power of "something" and drew the bow again. Under the cover of the cloth, he spat out words that sounded like curses, intertwined with anger and ridicule.
"It's about conquering, trampling...things controlled by human power."
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At the same time, the police station.
"Report, the reactions of multiple suspected heroic spirits were found in the northern valley. One of them should be the archer-Gilgamesh."
After receiving the secretary's report, Police Commissioner Orlando let out a long sigh and looked at the girl who was the mastermind behind everything sitting on the sofa. The girl took out a piece of cake from nowhere and was now happily tasting it.
"Francesca, please explain."
"Explain what? Didn't I say from the beginning that I could summon real heroic spirits?"
"What I want to know is who summoned what."
Seeing Olando staring quietly, Franciska against his chin with his fingers, don't look back on his face: "Well? Do you want to ask this kind of question in the Holy Grail War? Oh -I really know the true heroes of the heroes I also know the information of the Royal Lord, telling you that it is okay. But Fardius and the people above him don't trust you very much. What should I do? "
"You pretend to be stupid. Yesterday the opera theater was the same. I suspected that you didn't want to hide the magician who participated in the Holy Grail. They actually dared to attack a casino hotel under the light of light. Come in. Although it hasn't made a lives yet,
But I have received a report saying that many people are injured by broken glass! "
Hearing Orando's voice was a little excited, Franciska showed a dark smile and said, "Strange? I thought that since I decided to treat the city as the stage of the Holy Grail war, you have already done it well to get ordinary people in. Are you mentally prepared? "
"The premise is not to be so obvious. The reason why we summon the warlock is to ensure that the victory will control the minimum level. If there is a royal owner, he will roll in in the city. he."
"You are really serious. But I don't want to kill the citizens, so I will give you a reminder."
Francisca smiled and said to Orlando.
"Do you know God? It is not the worship of the Town Church, but the more unique ... God in mythology."
"ah?"
"In the God of God, that is, the era of this world was still full of magic. Various" concepts and 'foreign matter exist between humans. Although they are wise, they are still another creature. "
Franciska looked at the distance, narrowing his eyes as if he was missing the past.
"So, they will inevitably produce frictions, forming countless comedies and tragedies. These are the same between people ... but after all, the other party is the incarnation of power, and the level of friction is good. , They all have a big disparity with human beings! Laughing and sadness will be enlarged many times! "
"What do you want to say?"
"Of course, hatred will be enlarged to the same level."
Having said that, Francisca devoted her attention to the direction of the valley of the weak magic. She recalled the scene she appreciated last night and couldn't help but intoxicated. "His rank is indeed archers, but the essential changes have taken place. I think he can be regarded as a semi -arched soldier and avenger, right?"
"the Avengers?"
Orando once heard from Fardius that in the Third Holy Grail War, Einzbelen summoned the British spirit with a special level.
The hero didn't seem to be as powerful as a hero, and soon ended in failure.
However, Orlando still remembers that after reading the information of the participants staying in the puppet in the year, Fardius said severely: "Although there is no true evidence, if the heroes win the end, maybe the whole world may be the whole world. The end will end. In short, it is a very creepy spirit. "
"If the heroes with the same nature of the hero appear, isn't it extremely dangerous?"
Fortevado looked at Orlando, Francisca shrugged, and said the intelligence of the archer (Avengers).
Her tone was mixed with happiness, pleasure, and the pity of the resentment of the hero.
"But the hero who hates is not humans ... but the ancient" gods! I don't know if they are disappearing or dying, or hiding in a corner of the planet ... "
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Daxi Valley.
The arc soldiers and female cavalry holding the same treasure continued to confront each other, and the long -attack offense of melee and bow and arrow staged. The female cavalry used the deity in the body to generate long guns and bow and arrows, waved their weapons freely on the back of love, and continued to attack the bow soldiers.
Teni stared at their war and began to feel that the horse itself might be one of the treasures.
I saw that under the command of the female cavalry, her love horses made an ordinary horse difficulty to achieve it, which made people mistakenly think of seeing fantasy species.
One person, one horse to force the bow to the arched soldiers ——
However, the horse seemed to be aware of the danger, and he raised his forefoot to stop. At the same time, countless martial arts are inserted on the ground between the cavalry and the bow.
"I said ?? Don't get rid of it!"
The female cavalry glared at the person who released the martial arts, and heard the latter -Gilgamesh said viciously: "Mix the stuff. Like you like a rude woman who will not even get off the horse in front of the king
There is no qualification to talk to the king. "
Gilgamesh stood at the front end of Vemon, looking down at the ground leisurely. The space behind him exudes a burst of light, and countless treasures that sleeping in the treasure library revealed their heads.
Seeing this, the female cavalry opened the distance from the two archers and looked at the man standing on Vemon.
"Wang? Do you say you?" She frowned slightly at Gilgamesh, as if she doubted the identity of the other king.
"He just called your queen just now. It seems that you are just while the king is not there. In the courtyard of the king's courtyard, he is competing for territory. Women even doubted their identity, of course, Gilgamesh would not have any good temper. His cold words are not ironic, but bright contempt.
After all, Gilgamesh immediately released many treasures of "King of the King", as if he was kicking the stones on the side of the road.
The intuition of the female cavalry told her: It was dangerous to be directly hit.
She flexibly controlled the horse and shuttled in the gap between the rain.
The arched soldier with his head took this opportunity to shoot sharp arrows, pointing directly at the female cavalry horse.
Although the female cavalry avoided the fierce arrow on the occasion, the horse lost its balance, and the second wave of "Wang Zhibao" also fell at this time.
The female cavalry further enhanced her magic instantly. She condensed the magic power in the body with the spirit of the pouring from the cloth -pure magic power on the long gun in her hand.
Then, she threw a long gun towards Gilgamesh, intending to clear the countless treasures that hit her alone.
The wrapped guns wrapped through the rain that fell, and aimed at Gilgamesh's heart stabbing.
Ke Gilgamesh did not move in one step.
He launched several shield -type treasures through "Wang Zhibao", and forced his long gun to stop after piercing a few shields.
"I felt strange just now ... what's the matter? The number of you treasures is too outrageous." The female cavalry frowned slightly.
Regarding the helpless words of the female cavalry, Gilgames turned a deaf ear to say, "I have a little gift to the king's power, it is really a woman who does not understand a little gift."
But here, he seemed to have a little interest. While observing the female cavalry, he sneered: "Although I still suffered from some injuries, you took the high -end treasure with your body."
The female cavalry failed to completely kill the treasure. A few of them wiped it from her. The shoulders and side abdomen were injured and had a lot of blood.
Gilgamesh saw that the female cavalry was still ride like a warrior in a heroic manner, groaning and nodding.
"It seems that you have inherited the blood of the strong god, but the king does not know which god. Although there is a bit of disappointment, but with your two as the enemy, you should be able to let the king be before completing the agreement with your friend Hot body. "
Although Gilgamesh still looked very calm, his expression was no longer arrogant.
"You are the goldstone. You must not fall without the permission of the king."
After all, for Gilgamesh, the real warm -up is to prepare to fight with friends and try all the means one by one, including various tricks that you usually do not use.
"Golden king, if you continue to hinder me again, I will solve you first." The female cavalry looked at the arrogant guy who hadn't put herself in front of him, and he was talking to himself. A little anger.
Although she has admitted the identity of the other party 'king through the strength of the other party, she does not mean that she will be afraid of it. After all, she is also the same as the king.
Hearing the words, Gilgamel smiled in an inappropriate thing, and asked, "Obstacles? Are you sure that the king is not saving you, claiming to be the little girl of the queen?"
"What?"
Gilgamesh glanced at the archer standing in front of the collapsed rubble, and said to the female cavalry who was surprised to show, "You can't even see that you are playing with that man.
Go to hunt him? "
"You said ... I'm playing?"
"In terms of British spirit, you and the guy's position are too much. You should not be so incompetent, not even knowing this."
Teni has been hiding behind Vimon to observe the situation, so she also deeply agrees with Gilgamesh's words.
In the Holy Grail War, the Lord was given a simple perspective ability. You can see the status, tendon and agility of the followers, so as to grasp the strength of the followers.
The appearance of these parameters in the eyes of the Lord will vary according to the emotion of the Lord. In the eyes of Tini, it is the difference between the six rivers flowing from a mountain.
From this picture alone, all rivers are flowing quickly in Gilgamesh and Monco Arching soldiers. Compared with them, several rivers of female cavalry have been very gentle.
In particular, the rivers of the lucky luck are particularly slow. If it is simply more basic ability, it will be slightly unfavorable to the female knight.
Although she incorporated the spirit of the treasure into her body and raised her strength several grades, if the opponent also held the same treasure, she still had no advantage.
Or, incorporate the power of God into the body and use it as a prop -two different usages may have different effects, but what exactly is, Tini will not speculate.
When Teni thought about these problems, the female cavalry raised her face and stared at the bow with a blade -like gaze.
"I know that we have a lot worse ..."
Teni was strange that the female cavalry was changed to a girl tone that consistent with age.
I heard her with naked hostility and bluntly said, "Because I was killed by this man!"
"Huh?" Ti Ni couldn't help but stunned.
She knew what this meaning meant.
However, she didn't understand why the female cavalry shouted to make people guess her real name.
The female cavalry knew the archers, and naturally there was no need for concealment; and Gilgamesh's side, even if she wanted to hide the real name, it didn't make sense.
But now the enemy's envoy may be monitored somewhere. Is it really appropriate to publish the real name clues in this environment?
Perhaps this female cavalry has a more upright personality than imagined.
Under the guidance of this question, Teni once again speculated that the real names of the two heroes were once again.
——It bows and arrows and long guns are good at equestrian, known as the queen.
——Ar kill the queen's hero.
——The two people use the same long cloth treasure.
——Well the human beast skin.
For the Holy Grail War, Teni has learned a lot of myths and hero biography. She placed several pieces together and gradually put together the appearance of two heroes.
However, she did not immediately agree with her answer.
The female cavalry did not mention it first, the image of the archer is too different from the hero in Tini.
The next moment, the female cavalry seemed to be shouted as if it was proved: "But, my cause of death is just a trivial matter now!"
The gaze of the female cavalry moved from the arched soldier to Tini.
Facing the sudden eyes of the female cavalry, Tini could not help but froze.
However, the female cavalry did not have any attack on Tini, and she turned her eyes back to the archers and yelled, "Answer me! You bastard ... Why do you want to start with that young child just now!"
When I heard this question, the arched soldier replied lightly: "She is the imperial master who shook a big shift with the followers. Teacher, I have no reason to show mercy. Are you qualified to ask this question? Queen, you are the origin of war. "
"Close your dog's mouth that can't vomit ivory and roll me! I asked you to answer, not to listen to the mediocre principle that you would say such people!"
While the female cavalry said, she turned out to be a long gun again, and she pointed at the archers with a gun tip and continued to question: "It's you!
Power and wisdom, turn everything in the battlefield into what you expect! Because of this ?? I thought ?? I thought that only you, I won't do this behavior! "
The attention of the female cavalry has been fully concentrated on the archers. In Tini's view, it is an excellent opportunity now--
"king……"
"Shao An is not impatient, it is also a pleasure to admire the mutual slander between the clown."
Although Gilgamesh said so, the magic of the whole body did not have the slightest disorders and loopholes.
Tini also felt that Gilgamesh seemed curious about the opponent and wanted to learn more about the nature of the opponent.
At least, the archer has enough power to make the arrogant king interested.
Kitini cares about the female cavalry.
——The cavalry ... Is she angry about the archer's starting to do with me? Death than her, this incident makes her more angry? Why? Tini is very clear, her life is destined to dedicate to it Clan. From the perseverance of the hero Wang Gilgamesh to eradicate the magicians, she was ready to be killed.
From Tini's point of view, the archers' words are completely truth.
——Is the cavalry ... I didn't think of me as an enemy at all ...
The female cavalry did not know the confusion of the girl, and continued to call immediately: "I did hear that you will not show mercy in the war, and even plunder the civilians of the enemy country. In order to achieve the goal, you have also had a despicable manner. If this is to achieve grand wish, then it will not shake your name of your hero. "
Her tone is far more mature than appearance. Then, she raised the volume and said, "But no matter what suffering, even if the other party is the son of the curse of the world! , You are the least allowed to allow this kind of behavior! "
"..."
"That name once asked me to wait -the whole of the fertile soil of Delphi sounded the singing voice of awe and worship ... The name that meant the glory of God was thrown by you!"
Driven by anger, the female cavalry even ignored her real name, and when she saw that she was about to shout the other party's name-
"Shut up."
The bow soldiers spit out two words and frozen the surrounding air.
At the same time, the shadow of red and black suddenly rose, like a creative peristalism, and the color was exactly the same as the body color of the archer today.
That's a hate, and a fear;
That's an insult, a remorse;
That is jealousy, and compassion;
That's anger and see through;
That is suspicion, but also a pity;
It was despair, and it was empty.
A variety of feelings accumulate to the limit in the shadow, and the sound from the depths of the shadow seems to curse everyone who hear.
Even the female cavalry who had always performed strongly and strongly retreated, and Tini felt that the heart stopped beating.
Only Gilgamesh was unmoved, and he even showed a shallow smile, just like a critic who was watching comedy.
The bow soldiers ignored the three people who would reflect differently, but continued: "The hero called the name no longer exists. No, 'He is not even a hero, but it is a stupid man, and it will only cater to the indulgence of finding finding to find it. The tyrannical tyrants burned the clothes of the world (human soul) at the cost of the flames and lightning. He violated the vow at the end of his dying and chose happiness rather than suffering! "Xь.
"Who are you ... who is it? What are your purpose?"
The female cavalry couldn't help asking that the cheeks were sweating cold. She was convinced that the person in front of her was no longer the great hero she knew.
"I am just a human. I want to deny, trample, and defile the Olympic gods, including your father -God God Ares. I am avengers for this.
"Ah, yes. My flesh and blood, my soul ?? It is the stupid man who has fallen into God -'His shadow!"
