I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"I have a few candidates. There are two guys you should be familiar with," Sherlock Holmes touched his chin. "Do you remember the urban singularity created by a remnant demonic pillar you visited before?"

"Ah!" Fujimaru Rika's mouth widened.

"The dragon witch who burns the world with the flames of hatred, and the ruthless executor who sacrifices everything, they should be able to simply swing their swords at Hidicah," Holmes narrowed his eyes, "and then summon an Angora Rider. Manuel, with his specialized attacks on people, he should be able to affect Hidicah."

This man, Sherlock Holmes, is now the face of a criminal.

"No, no, they are so easy to summon," Fujimaru Rika shook her head vigorously.

"No, if the Pan-Human History doesn't want to disappear like this, we can only obey us obediently and throw out the servants we want," Holmes raised his eyebrows and said something extremely jerk very casually, "I didn't tell the Pan-Human History directly. It would be good to have a champion Servant, eh? Why don't you just call a few champions out."

It has to be said that the lower limit of Sherlock Holmes's perspective is extremely low.

"No, no, no, just these few people," Fujimaru Tachika waved his hand vigorously, "Aren't you afraid of retaliation in the future if you threaten like this?"

"You have to remember that we are saving the Pan-Human History, and the Pan-Human History that has been given to such a servant by acting without authorization is only a hindrance," Sherlock Holmes raised his hand and patted Fujimaru Tachika's shoulder heavily, "Now we not only have to save Pan-human history, but also in the face of the increased combat power that Pan-human history has given to the other side, it doesn’t matter at all with an arrogant attitude.”

Chapter 21 Evil

This world is different from the third Lostbelt. People here have aspirations. They yearn for the future more than anyone else. They cannot avoid birth, old age, sickness and death, but they will accept it calmly, because they know that there is a king who has always been by their side. So they will be united and hand in hand.

It is precisely because of this that the servants of pan-human history can be summoned here.

But servants are not machines. They have their own hearts, their own wishes, and their own judgments.

【What are we fighting for? 】

Having descended on this Lost Belt and witnessed the whole world, they all had such questions.

There is no doubt that the people who live here are human beings. Their thoughts are not bound, and even the history is similar to what they know, but it is only a little perfect. Even if they encounter a crisis, humans can save themselves.

Compared with this place, the Pan-Human History is like the Lostbelt. Even if they knew that they came to destroy this Lossbelt, the King of the Lostbelt did not do anything to them, but let them witness the world.

[This world is correct. 】

As the deceased, they had no attachment to the world for a long time, and they came to the answer and chose this Lost Belt.

Perhaps only the executors who gave up everything and fulfilled the order without hesitation could trample the world without hesitation. Perhaps only the avengers born out of hatred could swing the blade to hope, and perhaps only the aggregate of evil could curse. this world.

Fujimaru Rika put her hands around her chest, her expression a little tangled, and her fingers kept tapping her shoulders.

The call was successful.

Just like what Sherlock Holmes said, in order to avoid their own destruction, Pan-Human History will fully cooperate with them and throw out all the servants they want.

But the attitudes of these three people are a bit subtle.

"It's boring, I won't believe what that guy said, and I have no reason to act according to the enemy's intentions, so next I have to act by myself," Emiya Shirou · alter very simply stated that he wanted to be a lone ranger, and revealed a very serious Impatient expression.

That's what you said, but you just don't want to be with the guy next to you.

Fujimaru Rika looked at Angora Manuel who was standing beside Emiya Shiro alter, and didn't know what was wrong. The appearance of this anti-hero was exactly the same as Emiya Shirou alter, and the skin color was the same.

Especially after Angola Mainu showed a smiling face like a good man, Emiya Shirou Alter's brows were even more wrinkled.

"Hey! Are you my master! Hey!" Joan of Arc waved in front of Fujimaru Rika in dissatisfaction.

Ah~ I almost forgot about her, if she didn't comfort her well, she might burn her surroundings when she got excited.

"It's great to see you again."

Fujimaru Rika raised her hands and pressed it on Jeanne alter's shoulders, her sincere eyes made Jeanne alter's face red, and her tone was not as rushed as at the beginning.

"What, what! Don't look like you're very familiar with me!" Jeanne Alter patted Fujimaru Tachika's hand and stepped back a few steps, her hands wrapped around her chest and her head turned and snorted coldly, with a cold look , but he was probably worried that his tone would hurt Fujimaru Rika, so he kept looking at Fujimaru Rika quietly.

What a cute kid.

The corners of Fujimaru Rika's mouth rose slightly, and the girl who invited her to dance in an evening dress began to overlap with the duplicitous Joan of Arc alter, although it was impossible for Joan of Arc to remember, but she kept those passages in the depths of her soul.

"No, you are my most important person," Fujimaru Rika scratched the back of her head and showed a silly smile, "As long as you are here, I always feel that all difficulties can be overcome."

Joan of Arc Alter was stunned, her hands unconsciously put down, like a shy girl rubbing her battle skirt subconsciously.

"Cough, cough, since you've already said this, it's not impossible to help you a little bit," Joan of Arc-alter stretched out his hand towards Fujimaru Rika, his voice getting smaller and smaller. , "Be your most important person."

"Thanks--"

"Snapped--"

Before Fujimaru Rika could hold Joan of Arc alter's hand, Mashu grabbed Joan of Arc alter's hand first, showing a friendly but oppressive smile.

"Hello Miss Alter, I am the first servant of the senior's contract, and the only servant who has been with the senior since the beginning."

"What should I do with the last master, that dragon witch's expression is about to stop," Sherlock Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to help at all?" The corners of Fujimaru Rika's mouth twitched.

"Not at all," said Holmes with a smile.

He won't participate in this kind of unlucky situation.

Fujimaru Rika cast a cry for help at Emiya Shirou·alter.

Drown in your boring fantasies.

Although Emiya Shirou·Alter didn't say it clearly, the indifferent look in his eyes was really disappointing.

"Yeah, master, leave it to me here," Angola Manuel gave a thumbs-up with a smile. "Leave this kind of despised thing to me. In other words, I can only do this~"