Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The night was already very deep, and the hands of the clock ticked to the twelve o'clock position. This is the old-fashioned chime clock, and every hour on the hour, a wooden cuckoo would jump out and make a cheerful cry of cuckoo and cuckoo.

Through the window next to the chime clock, you can see the sky full of stars. Every star is moving along an invisible track. After a long journey of 60 years, it finally slowly reaches a certain point in the star track.

In the life of the stars that lasted for hundreds of millions of years, this may be the most common and ordinary point, but when all the stars have reached such an ordinary and ordinary point just right, it is like the right key corresponding to the right lock , opened the valve that had been locked for many years, so some unknown forces in the air became extremely active tonight, spiritual power surged and roared in the veins of the earth, like a sleeping beast trying to break free from its shackles own chains.

In 60 years, there has never been a more suitable moment for the summoning ceremony than this moment.

Use chicken blood, or mercury, or molten gemstones, or any other material that contains power to draw a complex and mysterious magic circle. The lines on it are not dead objects, but living ones, dormant and panting like some ferocious beast, about to break out of its cage just around the corner.

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand stopped at the position where the Roman numeral twelve was engraved at the same time. Time seemed to slow down thousands of times. The gilded wooden cuckoo jumped out of its small house and opened its mouth. "Cuckoo Cuckoo" called out, the voice was melodious and clear, the ruby ​​eyes seemed to be alive under the moonlight, and the tail feathers, which were painted in gold like the wings, followed the cry, as if the next second Will flap its wings and fly.

Accompanied by the cuckoo's cry, the spiritual power in the earth veins, in the air, and in all things visible and invisible surged up, floating like thin threads, which were gathered and woven by invisible hands, floating in the void. A radiant "bridge" was erected among them, stretching most of the night sky, one after another bright and incomparably bright lights came from an imperceptible distance, walked along the "bridge" in the sky, and fell suddenly at a certain moment , such a bright brilliance flashed across the sky, but it was only fleeting like a meteor, and it didn't even attract the attention of ordinary people.

This is a magnificent sight that most people cannot see, and it is also a spectacle that only appears once in 60 years. The masters who have prepared for this Holy Grail War for a long time are chanting the mantra, and the bright red order engraved on the back of their hands The mantra echoed the magic circle, and the light flickered and the spiritual power filled the air, opening the passage between the inner and outer sides of the world. Although it was only a small crack, it was enough for certain existences to descend into the world along this passage.

The bridge woven by spiritual power is like a huge net, radiant and colorful, and complements the sky full of stars. The dazzling brilliance makes people unable to move their eyes. When they look up, it seems that the soul will be sucked away by the flickering brilliance. generally.

"It's so beautiful..." Gexian Kanesada sighed, he didn't even notice that the wine in the glass was empty, he just poured it into his mouth, and felt that even if he exhausted his words, he couldn't describe the magnificence of what he saw tonight , This is a marvel created by nature and manpower under the brewing of time. You can only know it when you see it with your own eyes, and you can only think about it when you are full of stomachs.

Zong Jue raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, lazily humming an ancient tune, tapping his fingers on his knees to beat the time slowly, while the little milk dog leaned on his lap and looked up at the glowing pendant in the sky. Under his eyes, the bright brilliance was reflected in his bright honey-colored eyes, as if the entire sea of ​​stars was condensed in the beautiful gold with honey color, he seemed a little stunned, flicked his little tail, and blinked his eyes. He didn't blink, his mouth was half open, and saliva was faintly dripping down.

Yaken Toshiro held up the jug to pour wine for Utasen Kanesada and the god judge, and then took a small sip from his own juice cup. He didn't know where the god judge came from, and he said that children are not allowed to drink Prepared an extra jug of freshly squeezed juice for him, even if he tried to argue that he could drink normally since he was hundreds of years old, he was only patted on the head by the judge and coaxed him to take a sip.

Zong Jue didn't have a command spell, so naturally he didn't need to summon any heroic spirits, but he knew that many masters would summon at the same time tonight, and the spiritual power released by the awakened veins was like fireflies in the grass. Stimulation of force The cherry blossoms in front of the courtyard, which were only blooming at first, were full of fragrance in an instant, and the wind swayed like a powder snow.

Such a beautiful scenery, it is most suitable to bring a pot or two of heavenly treasured wine, and lie on a high place that will not be blocked from sight, such as the roof of the house where they live, the roof of the old-fashioned house is still a piece of black tiles, The upturned eaves are just for hanging wine, and none of the three of them are so fragile that they can’t even climb up the roof. The only little milk dog with a short stature was also carried up by Yaken Toshiro in his arms. Zong Jue was also fed some wine with his fingers, dizzy and appeared to be more honest and deceitful, clumsily using four legs to move over mountains and mountains on the three of them.

Yaken Toshiro touched the little milk dog's head, and the little milk dog raised its head and leaned over obsessively, licking his hand with its little tongue, lying on his lap with its belly upturned, without any resistance Touched belly by him.

Although he knew that his body was a short spear, but the gentle little dagger felt as if his heart had been hit with a bang. It was soft and could not harden at all. With the prickly fur, he hesitated for a moment, and asked the interrogator, "What shall we... do next?"

To be precise, he was not particularly clear about what they were going to do from the very beginning. Although he wanted to wipe out the time-traveling army, he had almost traveled all over Fuyuki City these days and he hadn't seen the time-traveling army at all. Shadow, the only time-traveling soldier is now rolling and acting like a baby on his lap, but the judge has always looked confident, writing and drawing in an orderly manner every day, reading those thick original documents, and then sorting out academic articles that make him dizzy. He looked in no hurry.

Zong Jue looked up at the little milk dog lying in Xiaodao's arms with a face of enjoyment, and said lightly: "Don't worry, just wait and see."

He is an outsider in this war, and he doesn't want to get involved too much. What he needs now is to watch the fire from the other side, and find out what this little guy's body is by the way.

"I hope your master is smarter." Zong Jue patted the little milk dog's head, but he also knew that since the little milk dog had all returned to the side of the time-traveling army, his original owner would not be too concerned. Good end.

Well, a not-so-intelligent knight indeed.

Two days later, Zong Jue stood among the densely packed containers at the port, looking at the young man in the open space who had just provoked a circle in Fuyuki City, and thought so.

Ying Ling's body was maintained in the prime of his life. The young man who was probably Lancer had a handsome face, with beautiful eyes of the same color as the little milk dog in his arms, and the tails of the eyes were slightly drooping, but compared to the little milk dog With that pitiful appearance, because of the tear mole under his eyes, he exuded a look that was more inclined to charm and madness.

Lancer held a long spear in his hand, and it was wrapped in a spell cloth, so he couldn't see the exact shape.

But he didn't only have such a gun, Zong Jue could sense that there was another gun buried in the ground, presumably it was his trump card to catch him by surprise.

"Main hall, someone is coming." Kasen Kanesada's voice came from the headset. His initial sword was not very suitable for the product of modern technology, and his voice was extremely low. After he finished speaking, he repeated it uncertainly, and again. Knocked lightly.

"I can hear it." Zong Jue said, and Ge Xian Kaneding over there was startled by Xiao Xiao, paused for a few seconds before continuing: "Two women came, aged between 25 and [-], one of them The name should be a follower, and her aura is different from that of a human being." Utasen Kanesada, who had already learned about the Holy Grail War information in advance, quickly matched what he saw with the information in his memory.

"Is there another one?" Zong Jue asked.

"The foreigner with white hair and red eyes should be an artificial human from Einzbern." Kasen Kanesada said, "She is wearing gloves, so I can't be sure if she is the Master."

"Very well, continue to lurk and be careful." Zong Jue said, turning his attention to the two people who were gradually approaching.

The blond girl was a Servant as Kasen Kanesada judged, and she was Saber, one of the three major classes. After talking with Lancer for a few words, she started fighting. Although it was life and death, they were more murderous Awe-inspiring, on the contrary, it has a strong sense of sympathy for each other.

Indeed, to a certain extent, she is quite similar to Lancer, and she is also incompatible with this cruel war where her life is risked by any means. It is true that integrity, loyalty and compassion, these chivalry codes they follow are indeed virtues worthy of admiration, yes, But all the stories from ancient times to the present have proved that most of the honest and loyal knights will be defeated by the evil and calculation of the human heart—even if they are outstanding and invincible.

Zong Jue also saw the gun that Lancer hid in the ground. As expected, it was an extremely delicate short gun. The body of the gun was as transparent as glass, with intricate and beautiful patterns engraved on it, like the vines of roses. Climbing and winding, the short spear was sharp and nimble in Lancer's hand, cutting off the tendon in Saber's hand at an extremely tricky angle.

Except for the color, it is exactly the same as the enemy's short gun.

But unexpectedly, the little milk dog didn't show any excitement about it, but just stared at the young man who was still in high spirits for a long time with a complicated, trance, love-hate look. Then she turned her head and buried her head in Zong Jue's clothes, sobbing softly and acting coquettishly.

It seems the story is more complicated than he imagined.Zong Jue raised his eyebrows slightly. He usually doesn't condone the little milk dog's acting like a baby, but today he made an exception and let this pitiful little guy who looked like he had suffered a big grievance get into his clothes and continue Watching the changes in the situation on the field.

Since the level of the servants is about the same, then we can only look at the master's wrist. If the master can't make up for these fatal weaknesses of the servants, then the fate of this group will be worrying.

A few minutes later, listening to Lancer's master resounding in the air, which can be said to be bitter and sarcastic, Zong Jue rarely took the initiative to rub and comfort the little milk dog who was grinning with fur.

There is such an overly upright original owner, and such a master who is at odds with him at first glance, even he can't help but feel a little pity for this little guy.

The little milk dog patted its tail sleepily, put its paws on Zong Jue's skirt, and stared straight at the black-haired knight in the arena.

So young, so high-spirited, like a soaring eagle, no one can stop his pace.

"It's really majestic, huh?" Zong Jue hugged the little milk dog and smiled, thanking Lancer for his uprightness and boldness, allowing him to know the real body of the little guy in his arms without any hindrance——

According to legend, the gift given by the goblin to the knight Diarmuid Odina is attached to the short spear Gae.Buidhe, which is cursed to make the wound never heal.

Form, truth, reason, Zong Jue ticked form.