The years I was a hero

Emiya Kiritsugu only felt severe pain all over his body, and his consciousness was blurred.He remembered that Ai Li had become abnormal since Yuan Chuan came back.

A lot of black mud suddenly appeared under her feet. It is not very accurate to say that it is mud.That substance exudes a strong evil spirit and malice.

There were also many strange red lines on the skin, and the liquid substance dripped from the fingertips.

Those eyes that had always been filled with tenderness and kindness were replaced by filth and evil.That feeling is like facing great malice.It's chilling.

And the worst thing is that his servants are controlled by the completely changed Ellie, and in layman's terms they are blackened.

But Saber's contract has not broken with himself, but he has passively lost control of Saber.

"Wow, I won't die right now! You look seriously injured, should we call and call Akiko-san?" Some frivolous voices awakened Emiya Kiritsugu's still somewhat confused consciousness at this time.

With some difficulty, he opened his eyes, and what came into view was a handsome young man in a sand-colored windbreaker.

A person that Emiya Kiritsugu knew, or heard of, a person Emiya Kiritsugu was unilaterally familiar with.

A former cadre of Hong Kong gangsters, and now a member of the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai.

A person who made Emiya Kiritsugu very afraid no matter whether he was cleansed or not.

"What a coincidence, I'm awake." Osamu Dazai approached Emiya Kiritsugu with a smile.Emiya Kiritsugu raised his gun reflexively and fired at Osamu Dazai.

The dark red ability lights up, and the bullet stops suddenly.Osamu Dazai looked at the bullet that was only a few centimeters away from his head, and his smile remained unchanged.

"The little dwarf's strength hasn't weakened~ I thought the little dwarf would become weaker without my encouragement~" The cheap voice successfully stepped on all the hot spots in Zhongya in the Central Plains.

Nakahara Chuya, who was five meters away from Dazai Osamu to prevent his ability from being invalidated, had a bulging vein on his forehead, stepped forward quickly, and kicked Dazai Osamu hard on the waist.

"Shut up for me! Dead mackerel!"

Osamu Dazai succeeded in killing him again, and was kicked directly against the wall, and slid down limply.

"Why are you here?" Emiya Kiritsugu pressed his temples with a headache when he saw the farce-like scene in front of him, his dull eyes flashed in thought.

Osamu Dazai wouldn't have come to him if it wasn't something important, the degree of cunning of that guy can no longer be described in words.

Seeing Nakahara Chuya retracting his leg, Emiya Kiritsugu decided to talk to this more reliable person.At least it's human.

"We came to you because we need to cooperate with you on some matters." Nakahara Nakaya tidied up his clothes and hats, his serious look was in stark contrast to the frivolous and unreliable Osamu Dazai.

"Little dwarf, don't take my word for it!" Osamu Dazai complained, straightened his clothes, and returned to his smiling expression.

Snapping his fingers, Osamu Dazai stood beside Chuya Nakahara, "Mr. Emiya, doesn't it feel good to be stabbed in the back by your wife and heroic spirit?"

Emiya Kiritsugu clenched the gun, looked at Osamu Dazai expressionlessly, "What do you want to say?"

"Why don't we join hands, you should know what the Holy Grail is by now." Osamu Dazai pulled out a chair from what could already be called the ruins and sat down comfortably.

Those beautiful iris eyes were deep and dangerous, "Your wife, Mrs. Irisviel, has lost her self-awareness because of that thing, and even became the carrier of that thing."

"Your heroic spirit is now controlled by the Holy Grail, and has become a weapon without self-awareness, only knowing fighting, and its cognition has been distorted."

Osamu Dazai raised his legs, leaned on the backrest, crossed his hands on his legs, and had a malicious smile on his handsome face, "We humans are destined not to intervene in the battle between heroic spirits, why not use our own Let's end the Holy Grail War."

"I agree with this proposal." An elegant and deep voice sounded, and Kenneth walked in through the gate with his hands behind his back, with an elegant posture and the reservedness of a nobleman.

Diarmuid followed Kenneth like a loyal dog.

"I, Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, will use all my magic knowledge to help." As the master with the highest magic attainments in this Holy Grail War, Kenneth has the confidence to say this words.

So far, the nature of this Holy Grail War has completely changed.Be it the Master or the Heroic Spirit, except for Berserker, almost no one remembers that what they are after is the Holy Grail, on the contrary...

Human masters, supernatural beings, and kings are all planning how to destroy the Holy Grail that has been out of control.

Emiya Kiritsugu was silent, looking at the Command Seal on the back of his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"A magician's pursuit of origin is not weaker than your pursuit. Emiya Kiritsugu, as an orthodox magician, I look down on you, but the current Holy Grail is no longer just the universal wishing machine."

Kenneth stopped in his tracks, keeping a safe distance from Emiya Kiritsugu, and the moon silver marrow fluid was also on standby.After Kenneth was ambushed by Emiya Kiritsugu while receiving the Command Seal in the church, his vigilance towards this man rose to the highest level.

"It has deteriorated into a disaster."

Kenneth, who was dying, talked with the Holy Grail, and so did Emiya Kiritsugu. Although they were not Osamu Dazai and could deduce the whole thing through vague information, they all knew that the Holy Grail had collapsed.

"What should we do?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked, exterminating all human beings to achieve world peace...

That was not the peace he was after.

In the intrinsic barrier, hundreds of dragons soar in the sky like birds, spit out powerful destructive dragon breath from time to time.

On the desert, countless weapons were inserted into it, some were broken, some were burned and damaged.

The dull-eyed Gilgamesh didn't respond at all, with his arms folded around his chest, behind him were countless golden vortexes, hiding the sky and the sun.

The sky was almost the same color as the sea of ​​sand, and countless weapons were projected towards the dragon son in the sky and the separated limbs on the ground.

Iskandar laughed, riding a war horse, holding a sword, and behind him were countless heroic spirits who had been blackened by the Holy Grail just like him.

They shouted, holding weapons and rushing towards the white separated limbs that were like a tide.

Countless limbs like roots of vascular trees grow on the yellow sand.They are conduits for magical powers and nests for hatching and separating limbs.

Numerous separated limbs whose postures could not be described differentiated from the blood vessels, forming a huge and immortal army, roaring against the arrows in the sky, and rushing towards the rushing army.

Under the golden yellow sand, black mud flows, providing energy for the heroic spirits.

It was obviously just a battle between three heroic spirits, but in this inherent barrier, it was like a war between two countries.

Iskandar, Gilgamesh, Jiang Min.These three guys have been freed from the shackles, and they have completely liberated the Noble Phantasm with sufficient supply of magic power.

The black mud of the Holy Grail itself was used as an offering to Iskandar and Gilgamesh, but the Holy Grail never expected that it would fulfill Jiang Min, who is not taboo about meat and vegetables.

Jiang Min said that the evil in the world he experienced before he became a god is much stronger than this. If you think about it, you were a huge source of pollution back then, afraid of you?

Therefore, the blood vessels formed by the alien limbs were directly plunged into the ground and directly devoured the black mud to absorb the magic power, split the alien limbs, and provided them to Jiang Min to release the treasure.

Where the roots of the blood vessels come together, a huge cyst forms, and the cyst pulses with life, making the sound of a heart beating.

The magic power is continuously supplied to the cysts, and they are gestating white dragons.

In a place like the Inherent Barrier, where the time, place and people are harmonious, Jiang Min felt that he was sorry for the magic power of the place without changing his posture.So Jiang Min began to transform into a dragon.

The real species separated from humans has become a fantasy species that only exists in mythology.

From human form to dragon form.

At this moment, the dragon has reached the final stage, and hundreds of underdeveloped dragons in the sky swooped down from the sky with a dragon chant.

On the ground, Iskandar raised his head.This miraculous scene, the feeling of facing the dragon directly, made Iskandar ignite a raging fighting spirit.

There are only two words in this last charge, Dragon Slaying.

"Attack! Oh la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la.

The heroic spirits resurrected from the black mud shouted, clenched the weapons in their hands to form a huge army, and rushed towards the diving Longzi bravely.

A huge vortex appeared behind Gilgamesh, and a huge sword protruded from it, aiming at the cyst at the root of the blood vessel.

Zhanshan sword.

"Roar!" Long Zi spat out the scorching dragon's breath, and some heroic spirits were melted by the dragon's breath, but the next moment, Long Zi, who was already close enough to the heroic spirit, was beheaded by the heroic spirit.

Some dragons were shot down by Gilgamesh's arrows in the sky, and their huge bodies fell to the ground and split into countless separate limbs to rush towards the army of heroic spirits again.

The huge Zhanshan sword went straight to the cyst like an arrow.In the sky, Long Zi stood in front of Zhan Shanjian, but he couldn't stop Zhan Shanjian's attack at all.

It was directly cut in half by the Zhanshan sword with great strength and weight.

"Are you going straight to the center? That's really cunning, Archer." Iskandar looked at this scene with some emotion, the current Archer is not King Gilgamesh.

It's just a tool man copied by the Holy Grail. The real Gilgamesh would never do such a thing.

The separated limbs quickly fused and converged, and they turned into a huge snake. The giant snake stood upright, and its body, which was several hundred meters high, rushed straight to the flying Zhanshan sword.

The Zhanshan Sword cut off the giant snake directly, and the giant snake let out a shrill neigh.Zhan Shanjian just slowed down a little bit, the giant snake wanted to change again, but Zhan Shanjian was already close to the cyst.

At this time, the cyst was torn from the inside, and with a melodious dragon chant, a huge white dragon spread its wings from inside.

The gap between Bailong and those dragon sons immediately appeared.Compared with the white dragon, those dragons that are already huge enough can be called slender and petite.

The hard dragon scales shone coldly in the sun, and hideous bone spurs grew out of the joints on its back, but the overall shape of the white dragon was graceful and beautiful.

It was a combination of sacred and ferocious beauty, representing both new life and death.

The white dragon's huge vertical pupils like molten gold stared at Zhanshanjian. Zhanshanjian slashed fiercely on the dragon scales, but only broke a few dragon scales, left some blood, and sparked a spark. What substantial damage does the white dragon bring.

"It's really unexpected, Berserker. No wonder it has always been so optimistic about you and fears you so much."

Look at the white dragon that covers the sky.Iskandar suddenly understood the purpose of the Holy Grail.