I, Li Xiang, Sister Control Giant

I, Lixiang, Sister Control Giant Author: Yi Xuan Ye Ting Yu

Doing my life, burning myself, tearing my soul... I, the giant of the palace (no mistake), want a string of six today!

Peach Blossom Max

The nuclear bomb sword fairy clicks and sends it, and no one can beat it

Mapo Tofu has never been defeated, it's a human being or a ghost

Wei Gong giant wants to go home, I want all my sister and wife!

(grip claw)

As long as your milk is up, I will scream, tear the singularity with my hands, and kick the Demon King with my feet.

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Armed with an unintelligent golden finger system, Emiya Tachika traveled through the world, opening the way to pursue miracles and return home.

Chapter 1 The beginning of destiny

If the world is not unique, different worlds have different stories and histories, and everyone's destiny is a given fact, what would happen?

The world is a given and cannot be changed. Everyone struggles in their own little world, being independent until they die, resisting an unchangeable fate alone, and finally being brutally crushed.

Perhaps the world is in control of everything, and all of it is chess pieces, acting according to certain rules in the hands of this detached chess player, smashing other chess pieces or disappearing silently.

The chess pieces cannot resist the chess players. They are determined by their own way of survival. Even if they want to resist, they will be firmly held in their hands, moving forward or backward. Nothing can be resisted by a small chess piece.

Rebelling against fate is just a joke. The girl who was struggling in the whirlpool called the world died alone in the storm and left her small world alone.

This may be the so-called irreversible fate, fate.

……

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The thin man waved the knife and rushed towards the soldier in the military uniform, his face full of resentment printed in his sight, "Go to hell, American dog!!"

Under the oppression of war, people resisted, but were ruthlessly strangled on the battlefield. In the face of excellent modern firearms, ordinary people had no ability to resist, and the knives in their hands were as threatening as toys.

Bang Bang Bang!

Rifle shooting, unable to get close to the starter of the war that he hated, the man fell to the ground with a pool of blood under him.

The breath became weak.

"Trace On."

The dagger was covered with azure blue lines, like the precise light veins of the circuit board, filled with this simple weapon, and the little girl crouched high.

The narration-like voice is light and deadly.

Silently jumped down, the knife in his hand slid through the air, and grazed the soldier's neck like a ghost, and blood spurted out.

"Well……"

The fleeting icy chill and a momentary tingling pain in his neck made the soldier subconsciously raise his hand, trying to hold the wound on his neck.

Turning her wrist, Lixiang, who was only ten years old, stabbed the soldier's thigh with a knife.

The height is much lower than that of the orthodox soldiers, but sometimes this is also an advantage. The strengthening magic covers the calf, and Lixiang easily trips the retreating American soldiers.

Bullying up, the dagger slammed through the man's throat from the front.

The soldier under him lost his movement, and once again stabbed the opponent's neck and chest, and Lixiang was a little relieved.

There is only one soldier, armed with enhanced magic, it is expected that the sneak attack is successful. Although there is still some resistance to murder, but after walking on this land for nearly a month, Lixiang is still used to it. Some.

Looking at the unresponsive man on the ground who was hit by the bullet, Ritsuka turned to look at the guy who was walking slowly, "Kiritsugu, this man is dying."

"...Take him back to the church first, and see if the old priest can do anything. We don't have the means to heal the gunshot wound."

The man who watched the entire battle put away the gun in his hand, and chose to carry the local man who was shot on the ground in a coma.

With a look of indifference and numbness, Kiritsugu looked at Rika with blood on his face, and asked, "Rika, are you alright?"

Emiya Kiritsugu, the man who rescued him from a fire a few years ago, Lixiang knew that although he was showing an indifferent look, if she just showed her indifference to that strong man just now. If he were an enemy, Kiritsugu's bullet would shatter that man's head.

This is a man with a very ruthless style, but that indifference is actually just a protective layer. Perhaps some painful memories of the past have made it difficult to express the emotions of Uncle Kiritsugu now.

Of course, it's just like this outside, but when he's alone with Rika, he's still a good person.

Lika wiped the blood that was splattered on her cheeks, and a very gentle smile formed on the corners of her mouth, "I'm fine, Kiritsugu, it's not like you don't know my strength."

"Indeed, your talent is not low, but it is better to be more secure."

Kiritsugu nodded slightly. He still recognized Lixiang's ability. When he was ten years old, he was not so strong, and he had the combat power to sneak attack on a soldier who had received formal training.

Strengthening magic, able to use it perfectly at this age without fully opening the magic circuit, is really a natural magician.

What's more, she also claimed to have something called 'crystal dice'...

Crystal dice, this is the name Lixiang gave to his ability. The essence of this thing is a crystal-like 20-sided dice, and the exquisiteness is somewhat unimaginable.

When she was about five years old, this thing appeared by her side, and she couldn't throw it away if she wanted to.

What is currently known is that it may be necessary to achieve certain conditions. A picture will appear on the dice. The picture will be an equipment in a fantasy work, or it may simply be the image of a character. Now she has figured out the function of the dice. Not much.

So far, there is only one figure above, extremely shabby.

The figure was a man with white hair and brown eyes. He was wearing black and red clothes, his face was heavy, and he held a pair of knives engraved with the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram in his hands.

Only takes up one-twentieth of the capacity.

The two walked down the path and found a nearly deserted church in a very short time.

When the gatekeeper saw Kiritsugu, he immediately greeted him. Several people took the injured man and sent him for treatment. Only the priest here knew medical skills and was good at treating gunshot wounds.

"Kiritsugu, what shall we do next?"

War, the history of mankind is a history of war. The two people who came to this place for a certain legend were forced to be involved in the battlefield. It was also here that Rikka tried to kill for the first time, Kiritsugu. Teach him how to fight.

The long-learned basic magic finally came in handy.

"We can only leave, we don't have the ability to control the war."

Kiritsugu fumbled around in his pocket, but couldn't find a lighter or a match, so he remembered that he had used up before, and sighed again.

Seeing Kiritsugu's actions, Tachika's expression became serious, and he pinched him fiercely.

"hiss-!"

The soft flesh around his waist was very fragile, and Kiritsugu gasped, shaking his whole body, and then a lighter was handed to him by Lika.

"Smoking is bad for your health... just once, not next time."

"Okay, okay, next time, definitely next time."

Kiritsugu's attitude was extremely perfunctory.

There must be other lighters hidden in his body, but behind the action of subconsciously pulling out the lighter, Kiritsugu suddenly remembered the fact that Rikka was determined not to let himself smoke too much.

Even if you don't give it to him, after falling asleep, this guy will still secretly smoke one.

Lighting a cigarette with a lighter, there was a little warmth in his absent-minded eyes, Emiya Kiritsugu put his rough hand on Lika's head, and gently touched the long orange-red hair that was loose, as a man. A father's comfort to his daughter.

The way the two of them get along is actually quite strange. Lixiang is reluctant to call Emiya Kiritsugu's father, and it is Kiritsugu who has been verbally hanging on for a long time.

And Emiya Kiritsugu just adopted her, and did not handle the relationship between the two from the standpoint of a father.

This slightly strange combination, but with a hint of warmth, filled Kiritsugu's empty and sad heart with a little happiness.

Standing among the desolate ruins and broken walls, Kiritsugu silently finished smoking a cigarette, then put away the cigarette case, "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

Li Xiang asked.

Originally, it was to pursue the legends of this place and find the possibility of saving the world, but was forced to be involved in wars and games at the national level, and this ruin was born not long ago, and was bombed by a big country with no moral bottom line.

Poverty and backwardness have made the people here basically unable to resist, allowing the big country to harm the people here and plunder all available resources under the pretext of exterminating terrorists.

To save one part, one must give up part of it. Kiritsugu taught Rika many things, and it also allowed the girl, who already had complete three views, to establish her own thinking mode.

Kiritsugu's path was not entirely suitable for her. Lika, who had the combined experience of two lifetimes, was not optimistic about the world itself.

Sacrificing a small part for a large number of people is too inappropriate.

She had gotten used to the feeling of killing a little bit, and even the blood splashed on her face could be wiped off without changing her face, and life was unexpectedly fragile.

For more, to abandon the present, she probably can't do it...

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2. (Volume [-] is mainly to supplement the setting of this book, and is written for book friends who have not read 'Magic Yi: The Oath under the Snow', who have read the original book can be skipped as appropriate)

Chapter 2 Nightly cycle of painful dreams

Dreams vary from person to person, day and night have dreams.

Most of the endlessly recurring dreams are painful memories or unforgettable psychological shadows.

The raging flames illuminated the dilapidated ruins, and black smoke rose into the sky, lingering above the sky of the city named Fuyuki, leaving a shadow in the hearts of those who saw and experienced this scene, that is disaster.

Some buildings began to collapse in the high temperature, and a girl with long orange-red hair was buried below because she didn't have time to escape.

The red-hot wood fell on her left forearm, and her thick clothes were damaged in an instant.

The skin of her delicate body was split open, the pain engulfing her whole body, and the choking smoke that lingered around her, causing Lixiang, who was only five or six years old, to lose control of her lacrimal glands, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.

Covering her nose with her still-moving right hand, Lika began to think of a way.

Her head became more and more dizzy, and Lixiang felt that she might die again, and she wanted to cry. She had only lived for five years in this life, and it took only about half a year for her to truly regain her memory...

Boom!

The sound of collapse appeared in her ears again, and what brought Lixiang deep despair, the wall in the yard that had not collapsed suddenly fell backwards, completely blocking the line of sight in front of her.