[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

Being out of order, and seeing the "Jean of Arc" in my mind for the first time, why would I care about the connection between the master and the slave?

In addition, Ryunosuke does not have a magic circuit on his body, and the supply of magic power has always been solved by killing people, and the connection between the two is not so deep.Otherwise, when he stabbed himself for the first time, Caster would have returned.But at this moment, Xiu Yi didn't have time to think about this question at all.

The floor of the cage was already covered with blood, his own blood.last step.He raised an almost distorted smile, and made a fierce cross on the back of his right hand where the Command Seal was.Red hides red.

The effect he wants is just to prevent the rider team from recognizing his master's identity at a glance. After that, it depends on his acting skills, and it's fate!

Using the last of his strength, he pushed the knife out of the cage.My whole body was exhausted, my mind was dizzy, and I could no longer make any movements.

But you can't be in a coma yet, you absolutely can't be in a coma at this juncture.Forcing himself to concentrate, his fingers unconsciously slid across the bottom of the cage, leaving bloodstains.Every time a scratch is left, one is counted in the mouth.

[Hint, the enemy faction rider master and slave are approaching the host. ] The warning from the system was like the sound of nature. He lifted his spirits, but moved his body with difficulty, and curled up in a corner of the cage, leaving only his left hand weakly outside the iron bars.

Should we be glad they came so quickly?He smiled self-deprecatingly.His lips had lost all color, and his cheeks were terribly pale.His short orange hair hung limply, drenched with blood and sweat.

There was only a loud bang from the front door—all the protagonists had arrived, and the show was about to begin!

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Once Master Weber and his servant entered the tunnel, they encountered thousands of monsters, forming a wall of flesh with their bodies, blocking their progress.But this is not within the scope of rider's worries at all.

He drove the wheel of Shenwei and went on a rampage all the way, beheading anyone who stood in the way.Finally, the encirclement formed by the monsters gradually weakened until they were all wiped out.They entered a wide space, it was pitch black, and there was an inexplicable depression in the air.

Rider could see normally even at night, so he frowned and muttered softly: "It seems that Caster happened to go out?"

He seemed to deliberately lower his voice, and at the same time put his big hand on Weber's shoulder, as if to stop him from making any movements.

"What is this? Is it dirty water or something else?" Weber didn't understand Rider's action at all. He was afraid of ambushes in the dark and didn't dare to turn on the light source, so he planned to strengthen his vision.

"You'd better not look at it," Rider prudently ordered, but in exchange for the little Master's fiery reply.

"Since Caster is not here, it is even more necessary to investigate carefully and find clues!" He said loudly unwilling to admit defeat, got off the wheel of Shenwei in a fit of anger, and activated the night vision technique.

As his vision gradually became clearer, Wei Bo's complexion turned pale a little bit.Just now, in order to cover up the stench of the sewer, he blocked his sense of smell.But at this moment, if you look closely at the ground under your feet, where is the sewage?Bright red blood splattered everywhere.

No matter how well Wei Bo was mentally prepared to face the Shura field in this war, he never expected to see such a scene.

Here is a blood-red hell, where fragments of human corpses are strangely stitched together to form all kinds of things.

Metaphorically speaking, this place is almost like a grocery store.There are furniture, clothing, musical instruments, and tableware, as well as some picture-like objects with no apparent purpose.Through those works, we can see the author's unique style and enthusiasm.

None of them are "destroyed wrecks" here, they are all works, works of art.Human life and human body are meaninglessly discarded in the process of processing—this is the killing that happened here. (Original snippet)

This scene was far beyond Wei Bo's tolerance, and he could hardly stand upright, so he fell down on the bloody ground and vomited.

At this moment, the rider suddenly became alert.Pulling out the sword of Sellud, blocking Weber behind him, he moved closer to the center of the room step by step.There was the sound of living breathing.

It was an ordinary iron cage, full of rust, but the scene in it was enough to make people gasp and couldn't bear to look at it again.

The orange-haired young man curled up in a pool of blood, his face was pale and his body was covered in injuries.He was short of breath, apparently enduring inhuman pain, and beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Rider stood outside the cage, seeing this scene he couldn't help sighing, and retracted his sword.Such a large amount of blood loss cannot be saved.Better to die like this, free from pain.

But the next moment, a trembling, bloody hand grabbed the corner of his cloak. Rider lowered his head in surprise, it was the seriously injured young man struggling to wriggle his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

At this moment, Xiu Yi's head was dazed, and the pain in his whole body seemed not so difficult, and he knew that this was not a good phenomenon. The rider came so slowly, it was a miscalculation.Unexpectedly, although the monsters left by Caster are all mobs, they can delay time with numbers against Rider.

Now is the last chance to live!He barely stretched out his hand, grabbed the rider who was about to turn around and leave, opened and closed his lips, and kept repeating: "Help me, save me..." His throat was too dry, and the voice he made was as thin as a mosquito, Extremely hoarse.

Rider squatted down, looking in amazement at the young man who had been tortured beyond human form, but had such a strong will to survive, and couldn't help but feel soft, he drew his sword and cut off the iron chain.

Seeing Rider draw his sword at this time, Weber reluctantly stood up and stepped forward to find out.His reaction was much more direct. He stretched out his trembling hand and opened the cage door, but he didn't know whether to help the young man up, and he didn't know where to start. Seeing those hideous wounds, he couldn't help but flinch.

At this time, Weber was just a young boy, and he had completely forgotten about healing magic.Rider pushed him instead: "If you want to save someone, why hesitate? What about your healing magic?"

Yes, yes, healing magic.Wei Bo chanted the mantra in a panic, and as the magic was performed, a faint white light attached to the young man's body.

After hearing their conversation, Xiuyi understood that the first step of the plan had taken effect, closed his eyes in peace, and fell into a coma.His left hand was still tightly clutching the rider's cloak, refusing to let go.Thanks to the fact that they don't know the appearance of the caster master, this trick can work.

The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the lost blood cannot just be replenished.The young man's lips were still blue and white, and his body was covered with blood.

To save people is to cure them to the end.Now it would be too strange to send a young man to the hospital with no wounds on his body but he lost a lot of blood, not to mention that ordinary people who have learned of the existence of magicians cannot let them go at will.It was rare for Weber to be tough, and the rider helped the young man uprightly, and got on the Shenwei wheel.

From the filthy sewer to breaking through the water surface of the Mion River, it was only an instant at the speed of a Noble Phantasm. Rider wrapped the unconscious young man in a cloak, and said nothing on the way back to the residence.

The workshop was full of flames, and all the filth and blood were turned into ashes.Before leaving, Weber set a big fire and tried his best to let the dead rest in peace.

In the flames, the four Assassins came out silently, their white bone masks were extremely sinister.Kotomine Kirei didn't know why he didn't take action to kill Ryunosuke, or even expose his little scheme.When did this disobedience to Tokiomi-san's orders become so easy and smooth?

He drew the sign of the cross on his chest and ordered Assassin to keep an eye on the Masters.May the Lord bless his dirty and depraved soul, Kotomine Kirei thought, but there was a distorted smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice. Caster's Master is also a very interesting person.

The Rider team went straight back to Weber's boarding house, not wanting to disturb the old couple sleeping peacefully downstairs, they sneaked back to the room and laid the young man on the ground.

Healing magic is very effective, but it is only to heal the wound.Weber took a look at the rider and knew that he didn't know how to take care of others. He finally found a set of clean and suitable clothes for the young man to change into.Immediately, he appointed a basin of warm water, picked up a towel and carefully wiped the blood on the young man's body.

I don't know how many basins of water have been changed, but it is finally cleaned up.Waver was panting from exhaustion, complaining in his heart to the rider who was sitting beside him playing games.The movements of his subordinates also sped up, hoping that the work would be over soon so that they could go to rest.

He took the young man's thin right hand, dipped it in the water basin, and was about to dry it, but he froze.Trembling, he dropped the things at hand, staggered back, called out to the rider in panic, and even knocked over the water basin in desperation.Blood flowed all over the ground, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

"He is..." On the back of the young man's right hand, three blood snakes symbolizing demons were intertwined with each other, forming a hideous shape like a chainsaw.

Rider turned his head, supported the little master who almost fell, walked quickly to the side of the young man, looked at the command spell on his right hand, and couldn't help but also pressed the hilt of the sword.

"Really, I have caused a big trouble!" Rider's hand holding the sword was clenched and relaxed at times, and he was obviously very puzzled in his heart.

"The Devil of Fuyuki City", a mysterious serial murderer.Using brutal methods rarely seen in recent years, there are countless cases related to him in the city alone, and it is said that in many cases, the whole family in their sleep was brutally killed.