The Second Dimension of the Hero

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The position of berserker requires a lot of magic power, and the release of the Noble Phantasm's real name requires a lot of magic power gaps, and Matou Kariya, the Master, can't provide so much, so Berserker's actions seem to crash. Generally calmed down.

Clarent's red electric light radiated like thorns along with the blood that had passed through the wound overnight, but because Berserker didn't move further, the wound did not tear open further.

He put his left hand on Berserker's helmet to support it, and pulled out a wry smile all night, "I haven't seen you for a while, Mordred, your knight skills are much more exquisite, but, You should also graduate from severe parenting."

106, until the day you are mature enough

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Clarent, 'The Brilliant King's Sword', this elven holy sword that took Mordred to 'Avalon' overnight and obtained from the elf queen Klotia, naturally couldn't be mistaken for the elf holy sword overnight. Lancelot or Gawain's elven holy sword, after all, this slightly broad outline elven holy sword, even if it has fallen, still maintains its unique shape.

The generous sword blade and hilt, on the bright silver sword body, are engraved with real red elf magic lines, and the bright silver sword body is written with tadpole-shaped coiled characters in real red lines, which should be the ancient times of the elves in the lake. language.Contrasting with this, Mordred's full-body armor is also made into a one-piece armor design with red stripes on a white background. Even if it has fallen into a gray-white arrogance, you can still peep some clues from it.

"----It's just that you should also graduate from the severe parental control."

He shook his head with a wry smile all night. If Mordred's rebellious act was a grudge revenge or a child's coquettish behavior, it would be beyond the normal scope. ----- However, with Berserker's violent behavior And it is not unacceptable that Mordred, who has fallen into a degenerate position, has done something that is out of the normal category.

Even though Mordred forced him to this point, he still didn't show an angry expression overnight, but a look of emotion.

Mordred was instilled with inexplicable worship ideas since he was a child, and he longed for the night as a father.Even though he is an adult, Mordred still worships his "flawless" father with a childlike innocence.Mordred, who had cultivated this idea since childhood, was already equivalent to God in his "father" attitude.

This 'measure' is a little too narrow, ---- although Lian Ye didn't think it was wrong for his daughter to love her father or something, on the contrary, he liked the formal kind of no way to breathe and no way to live without a father. My good daughter,-----but Mordred obviously needs to grow up in the end, out of his asylum, to become a noble and great knight, to become the successor of the king of Britain.

At that time, if Mordred still only had his father in his eyes, the 'capacity' was too small to be the king of a country.

"It doesn't matter what the measure is, and it doesn't matter about being the king of Britain, ----- I just want to grab my father's hand and follow you." With Berserker's characteristic hoarse voice Line, Mordred said.The arrival of a Servant who became a Berserker made Mordred's actions a bit violent. In addition to the cursed magic power, there was also her paranoid and crazy temperament.

All Mordred wanted to do was to just follow Lian Ye.He fluttered and flew on the battlefield like a bird, closely following his father's back.And the mature 'measurement' is enough to become the 'King of Britain' broad measurement, ---- that, is it important?

"So, although your body has grown up, your mind hasn't grown up yet!" Hearing the words that Mordred squeezed out with all his strength, he couldn't help but feel a sense of laughter all night, and this affected the feeling of laughter. Xiong's muscles and bones made him cough with a throbbing pain.

The blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and the blood red stained in his mouth, this bloody scene of flowers and blood, was the first time it had appeared on him.

The gaze revealed from the helmet of the devil's horns darkened, and Mordred's cursed and tormented rationality and sensibility felt indescribable pain, even if he pushed his father to this point, he was right. He caused a fatal injury, and he didn't seem to care at all.

That's really sad - that's what Mordred thinks now.Because not hating someone who hates oneself is much more painful than simply hating the other person in reverse.Mordred's self-blame now almost drives her mad, but there is this madness - it is her performance as a berserker, and her immaturity.

"So, -----, until the day when you are mature enough and your 'capacity' is broad enough, you should continue to live under my protection and continue to 'act like a spoiled child' to me." The helmet with demon horns, like rubbing Mordred's blond hair, leaned over to her ear all night and whispered softly. "I won't leave you until the day you're mature enough."

---- As for the day until Mordred is mature enough, the day when the "quantity" is broad enough, which day will it be?Maybe it will never come.

Mordred is still a young daughter, and it is useless to try to make her a little bigger all night. Therefore, it is better to let her grow up like this.

"Yeah." Mordred nodded lightly, and then his body disappeared in place with the summoning of Command Spell magic.

"----"

Clarent didn't even have the texture he had drawn, and disappeared without a trace, as did Mordred's gray-white knight figure.But speaking of it, this is at least a bit less painful than pulling out a ruthless sword with a broad and thick sword.

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PS, it is said that there is no such thing as father, marriage, etc. If you say that, it will kill me and this book.Anyway, how ruthless the storm of harmony blows, you readers who often read novels, know better than Shengguang.It's not enough to write something to add to the fun, let alone 'harmony'.

107, ending

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Facts have proved that in Two-dimensional, it is not advisable to 'send a daughter', and it is also not advisable to let a daughter out of the protection of her father.

Let Mordred stab the 'rebellion against Duanli's my father', and I'll probably be able to understand this even more overnight.

Leaning on the dark-gold halberd, he straightened up again, and he put a summoner skill on himself overnight, and sighed with 'healing'.I think it can still be rescued overnight.

The summoner skill 'healing' is a simple way to restore blood that a junior summoner can master, but there is not much time to use this summoner skill even before the night. After all, 'healing' restores life and blood, but There is no way to deal with curses and black magic.

Looking back at the position of Fiona and Irisviel, the unparalleled sword girl is dragging on the battle with the lancer controlled by the Command Spell, and at the same time she has to protect Irisviel from being attacked by Emiya Kiritsugu or Emiya Kiritsugu. Emiya Kiritsugu or someone like Shred Papa sneaked up. -----Fortunately, even if Saber and Rider are not stupid enough to help the 'enemy' Servant, they are not the kind of treacherous characters who will not fall into trouble.The ancient and popular people who have left their names in thousands of years of history are naturally admirable. They don't even feel their charisma at night, and they can be better than these guys.

Therefore, in the evening, I didn't have any disgust for the hard-working lancer Dirumdo. On the contrary, I admired his high-spirited manner of adhering to the way of knighthood, and his loyalty to the Master, and then his Master, Kenneth Kenneth. The director controlled the pursuit when he was unable to fight back all night, and this was not the fault of the spearman.

----Sure enough, the black pot still has to be left to Kenneth, the genius magician of the 'clock tower', the current head of the Archibald family.This Gao Fu with a high golden back, uh, --- Gao Fu (but not handsome), really has nothing to look at at night, even if he is a genius magician who is famous in the entire Magic Association's 'clock tower' .

But speaking of it, the treacherousness and unscrupulousness of most magicians are in stark contrast to the charisma and methods of the heroic spirit Servant (except Jin Shining and Caster). I have to say that this It is also one of the ironies of the Holy Grail War.

"Okay, that's it!" After taking a sip of milk, he walked to Irisviel's side as if nothing had happened, and made a guarded gesture, "Tonight's war is over, especially Lancer's. Master, if you still want to hide in the dark and continue to commit crimes, I don't mind spending a little more effort to solve you!"

All night's icy gaze turned to a dark place behind countless iron containers, where, although there was nothing there, there was a magical enchantment fluctuation.

"Humph!" In response to the night, there was only a cold hum full of fear, but correspondingly, Lancer's pursuit gradually stopped.

"Thank you very much!" Lancer said solemnly with a horizontal gun at Lian Ye. "But next time, I will definitely defeat you in an upright manner, and offer the supreme Holy Grail for the lord I serve!"

"Waiting for you to fight." He nodded noncommittally all night, and he didn't have much disgust for the charismatic lancer who worried about Lucky E's bitterness, "It's just that the nobles of the dignified magic family don't even dare to show their faces. You are not as good as your own students, it's a shame to lose your home, Lancer, it is your sorrow to meet such a Master, you, the famous Chief Knight of Glory, may be the pearl of darkness."

"It's okay, I don't feel sad, I have no complaints when I meet the current lord." Lancer said, although it is stupid and loyal, it is also particularly valuable.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense there, Lancer, retreat, Master of Einzbern, we will meet later!" With suppressed anger, Director Ken's slightly sharp voice left the usual calm, and gradually disappeared in the Darkness on the seashore.

Lancer also nodded to several people and disappeared.

"It is said that the treasure house of the hero king Gilgamesh contains treasures from all over the world. Now it seems that this legend can't be faked. Hahaha, if you can take the hero king under his command, then you will get an inexhaustible wealth. For me to conquer the world, it must be the greatest support, if I can conquer heroes like you, then the world in this world is at my fingertips!"

The tense atmosphere was swept away, the emperor laughed boldly, but his rhetoric was directly regarded as stupid, even his Master Weber was no exception, even if the rules of the Holy Grail War were not considered, just The arrogance and dignity of heroic spirits are definitely not so easy to convince, especially a king like the hero king who is the only one in the sky and the world.

However, Saber is obviously not as heartless as Rider. On the contrary, she is careful and aware of the strangeness of Berserker, so she can't help but be curious about the reason.However, Arturia was very knowledgeable and suppressed the slight doubts in her heart and did not ask more, otherwise she might come up with some shocking answers.

"Haha, since no one is willing to surrender to me, let's get over this mess for now, let's see you next time!" No one paid any attention to his ambitions, rider still smiled disapprovingly, and then put the Master away He fell into his arms and tightened the reins of the two divine cows.The bull neighed, and thundered, sending lightning from its hooves to the sky.

"Goodbye!" With the roar of thunder and lightning, Rider's chariot drove into the southern sky.

108, caster's hatred

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This suffocating space has drawn a dark curtain.Not empty darkness.It was a sticky, condensed darkness, a sour-like erosion, a black darkness beyond its limits.

There was a disgusting, thick, bloody smell.The weak moans, moans, and sobbings of children were heard everywhere.People perceive all kinds of terrifying breaths, and the dark curtain that closes all vision at this time may instead be a screen full of compassion.

In such darkness, there is a circle that emits a faint white light like a full moon seen from the bottom of the water.

It was a crystal ball the size of a thread ball.The hazy white light is an image emerging from the crystal ball.

Mountains of rubble, desolate night scene.But this scene did not exist from the beginning.The landscape that has been completely destroyed is the empty and silent warehouse street before the first 10 minutes.The fierce battle unfolding there was completely reflected in the crystal ball behind her.

Also, seeing all the two big men fighting, the light from the crystal ball reflected their faces, and both of them showed strange joy on their faces.

"Amazing. It's really awesome!!" He was a happy murderer who stepped into the supernatural world of the Holy Grail War based on the rarity of astronomical probability, ------ Yusheng Ryunosuke.His slender eyes sparkled with a childlike innocent smile and cheers.

"Aosu-sama, everything that happened just now is true, right? It's amazing~ This is not some kind of video game platform!" Since a chance, with Servant. After Caster signed the contract, Ryunosuke deviates from his usual behavior and becomes weird.He covets excitement and entertainment, and regards the battle just now as a supreme entertainment feast, enjoying it without any resistance. "So, this is the Holy Grail War? Your lord, will you also participate in this war? Will you, sire, fly in the air and shine like those people just now?"

Yusheng Ryunosuke was a little carried away, and even danced in the stench of blood all over the ground.However, his call was not answered.

Caster didn't answer, just stared at the crystal ball with eager eyes.In the night scene displayed by the crystal ball, Caster stared at the figure and a battle flag as if possessed by a soul.

Since the beginning of monitoring the battle in the warehouse street, Caster has been like this.He ignored the excitement of Master Ryunosuke, and did not care about other Heroic Spirits, just stared at one person.

Silver armor wrapped around the slender body.Beautiful long hair flowing like sand gold.A heroic girl who was invited as a member of the Saber class as a Servant.

Her body is the most petite and small, but the most courageous and majestic.No matter what kind of predicament you are forced into, you are not afraid and will confront the enemy with determination. Caster couldn't take his eyes off Saber's figure.Also impossible to remove.Because that figure in the distance that is extremely nostalgic, and the profile of the face that has always exuded a noble atmosphere, is the phantom that Caster has been searching for through time and space.

"Sir?" Ryunosuke was dumbfounded when he saw the face of Caster, who had been silent since just now. Caster's thin, pale cheeks were somehow drenched in tears of excitement.

Caster whispered softly when he got too excited. "However, what is the situation? Why is there a Servant who is so similar to my Joan of Arc, while there is a Servant who is holding Joan of Arc's Battle Flag Noble Phantasm?"

"What the hell is going on here, Master Bluebeard." This was the question Ryunosuke had to ask. Caster's delighted expression meant something unusual had happened, and the reason for it left him baffled.

"What the hell is going on? Is this a test for me!? You goddamn gods, the Holy Grail has clearly fulfilled my wish! Are you still trying to obstruct it!?" Caster couldn't seem to see the doubt in the Master's eyes.The hand that grabbed Ryunosuke shook desperately, and suddenly screamed and let out a roar, which startled Ryunosuke.

The ugly man wrapped in the robe of an evil wizard, his bulging eyes are now streaming with tears of grief.

"Old, master, what's the matter?"

The young man, who was so frightened that he was sweating, tried to keep asking.

Caster's eyes widened, and he pointed at the girl reflected in the crystal ball. "You see it! With that stern face and divine gesture, she must be the girl destined to change my destiny!"

Ryunosuke frowned and observed the figure in the crystal ball many times.A girl or a boy wearing armor with the colors of the times, whether it is a boy or a girl, has a striking style and a rare beauty. "do you know her?"

"I know. She is my light. She guides me forward. She gives me life. She is the meaning of my life." Caster said, unable to restrain his JiQing, his voice became choked, and he scratched his head with both hands . "She once abandoned her faith and became disillusioned somewhere, but now, she, Joan of Arc, has appeared again.----This! This is a miracle! It is my earnest expectation that she will come again! ?"

But then Caster fell into unease again, biting his lip, indifferently purple and seeping a few bloodshots, "But why? Why is the Noble Phantasm that Jeanne is proud of and inseparable from another Servant's In hand?! That guy, dare to rob Joan of Arc's most precious treasure and bully my precious holy virgin?"

"Damn!!!" Caster's teeth were itching with hatred, because of the extreme and twisted pain, tears were flowing, and he looked like an unbearable madness.

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PS, whoops, Director Ken in this picture made me laugh miserably.

109, the public enemy of the Holy Grail

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Ryunosuke still had no clue.But he can understand the boundless joy of his beloved Aosu-sama.Moreover, although he and Aosu have not been together for a long time, Aosu can always come up with good ideas that amaze Ryunosuke at such a tense moment.The new provocateur and murderer, Ryunosuke, is a sadistic artist.

Therefore, Blue Beard, Caster will feel the ups and downs, no matter what happens, it will definitely be a happy event worth looking forward to.

"I don't know why I'm starting to look forward to it too, Aosu-sama."

"That's right! That's right!" Caster shook his hair, crying and laughing, holding the crystal ball tightly with both hands, pressing his forehead against the icy surface of the crystal ball, and staring at the ball with hot eyes desperately. A girl's face emerges. "Woohoo, Joan of Arc, my holy virgin, I'm going to see you soon. Please wait for me anyway! ------- But until then, please allow me to fetch your Noble Phantasm for you. Go on. Those who dare to blaspheme and blaspheme the Saintess will surely be slain by me, Gilles de Rais, for you!"

----- A wet smile like the sigh of a poisonous snake, has been rippling in the darkness.

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Further west in the deep mountainous area of ​​Fuyuki City, the long national highway extends westward with its back to the lights of the city.In front of the road, waiting for visitors, is an undeveloped forest.In such a silent night, a silver beast came galloping.

Mercedes-Benz 300SL. "Her"'s elegantly streamlined body is as stable as a lady, and the roar of the side-by-side six-cylinder engine is as majestic as a beast.

The car leading to Villa Einzbern was driving on the winding mountain road on the outskirts of Fuyuki City. The driver looked like he was about to die just now, but after the 'treatment', he was in good spirits for a lot of nights and returned to pure Fiona, dressed in white clothes, sat in the co-pilot's seat with a contemplative look.And Irisviel landed in the back seat safely.

"Late night, are you really okay?"

Irisviel stared at Lian Ye with concerned eyes, her beautiful face full of worry.When the red light and blood spurted out, her heart was so tight that she was about to stop jumping.Even though he hadn't fallen from the beginning to the end of the night, the body in the current position, the scar on Xiong's mouth, should have recovered, but Irisviel was still undecided.

"How should I say it? Berserker's words won't really kill me." He said overnight in words that Irisviel couldn't quite understand. "So, it's fine."

Although it was a berserker's frantic blow, there was a difference between stabbed in Xiong's mouth and bombarded in the head.No matter how much Mordred was cursed by distorted emotions and dark magic, he still maintained a minimum level of consciousness.The berserker in the original book, didn't Lancelot maintain a certain degree of rational cognition of Saber? ---So, although it was Berserker Mordred who dealt a serious blow to the night, his biggest opponent so far was the strongest Servant of the Holy Grail War, the girl Gilgamesh.

----Besides, compared to the cursed black magic power, this kind of physical wound, with the physique of the night, recovers faster indeed, not to mention, as a summoner (summoner), it can be restored overnight. Milk's powerful 'healing' magic, as long as it doesn't die, there is no big problem.