Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The first step of the battle plan: get my weapon back first.

According to the doctor, I don’t know how many worlds have separated Yanrong and me, so the success rate was close to zero.

Right now, during the Holy Grail War, the success rate of the most advanced spiritual magic has skyrocketed. It may not be possible to take advantage of the Holy Grail's loopholes and take the road of spiritual descent.

So it happened that I didn't sleep at night, squatting on the ground and diligently drawing the summoning formation.

I also don't know how to draw complex summoning arrays. The patterns that are gradually forming on the ground are actually Yan Rong's knife patterns.

It's quite strenuous to draw, and I think it's also quite strenuous for the people watching me.

Just after I exhausted all my life's knowledge and drew a circle that was not very round, the doctor who couldn't see clearly projected a perfect circle on the ground silently.

... I can't blame me for not being able to draw, after all, I am so ordinary.

"Stop talking," the doctor who heard my story said with a helpless expression, "I don't even know the four words "plain and unremarkable."

As for Mr. Arash?

After confirming that I could protect myself, and even make a round-trip with him, he went out to find the highest point to collect information.

I confidently said: Next, please regard me as your comrade-in-arms.

In the legend of Arash, he is always alone.

—Lone warrior, Arash, as brave as a lion.

This opportunity is rare, and it is time for him to experience the feeling of fighting side by side with others.

I didn't say these words, but I think Arash, who has clairvoyance level A, should be able to understand my intentions from our gaze.

Because he replied to me like this: Hahaha, you have already said that, so as a senior, I have to find the way for you first.

So I changed my words logically: "Okay, senior!"

"Excuse me," the attending doctor said with a toothache for some reason, "Did you change your mouth to hide your real name?"

"Of course not." I opened my eyes and looked back suspiciously. "In terms of combat, isn't the experienced Mr. Arash my predecessor?"

As for the real name——

The doctor didn't mention it, I really didn't think of this problem.

Hiding the real name refers to the fact that in the Holy Grail War, since the heroes participating in the exhibition are all famous in history, in order to avoid being attacked by opponents who specifically target the weaknesses in the legends, most of the participants will choose to hide their real names and introduce them by their jobs. commensurate.

I'm different, I'm outside the majority.

I turned to Mr. Arash who was waiting for me: "Please don't get me wrong, I absolutely didn't mean anything in this regard, senior, you can freely choose whether you need to report your name or not."

After getting a hearty smile from Mr. Arash, I patted myself generously: "As for myself... Anyway, I am also a fake, even if I report my name, no one will know my origin, you Just call me 'Flower'."

As for the doctor—that's still called a doctor.

...I always feel that even if our group is honestly called by their real names, it is very confusing.

"Okay," I clapped my hands and stood up, looking at the knife pattern that may be the pinnacle of painting in my life, "Wow——"

The doctor who was about to lead me to paint took a deep breath, bowed his head and said silently: "No one is perfect..."

I turned my head nonchalantly, pretending not to hear his muttering.

"The summoning array has been drawn," the doctor coughed, and said seriously: "Next, you just need to call him in the way you are most familiar with, and the contract between you will lead you to meet."

"Are you sure that the summoned one will be what I want?" I stared at the knife pattern, stubbornly wanting to get a clear answer, "I just want my Yanrong."

The one who fought side by side with me belongs to me, Yanrong.

"Yes," his voice was reassuring, "I assure you,"

"The world may blind your eyes, but the bonds created will not."

We will definitely see you again.

No contract can be more profound than the contract of symbiosis, and no fetters can overcome the days and nights of trying to kill evil spirits.

Follow your instincts, follow your heart——

Thinking this way, I put my whole body into the summoning circle formed by the knife pattern.

"—Yan! Rong!"

"jingle--"

Almost as soon as my words fell, the saber bell in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness echoed, and the contract as thin as a spider's silk was entwined with green vines and red flowers under the sound.

I opened my eyes suddenly, stretched out my hand and grabbed it in the air!

The broad blade of the blade was shining with a cold light and could not stop buzzing, and the words "Evil Ghost Killer" were shining brightly.

It's mine—it's my knife!

"Welcome back," I hugged the lost half of my body, tears welling up in my eyes, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, my lord," Onaginato's hoarse voice responded to me: "I'm back."

……

"Is it my illusion?" Mr. Arash, who came back from a tour, looked at me several times, then turned to look at the doctor, "Did she suddenly become..."

"Fearless," the doctor continued. "Invincible."

Is a knife really that big of a deal?

I would say, yes, it is that big.

This is my half, my one and only, an essential part of 'me'.

The return of Yan Rong, filling in the vacancy, I am the complete me, and only then can I have enough confidence to declare war on those heroic spirits who have made great achievements in history.

"In order to be able to fight the hero, you must use the best state," I realized the chakra chain without a teacher, and firmly tied the big naginata and the big round fan on my back. "Is this okay?"

This time I will never lose you.

"No problem," the half-body who hadn't seen him for a long time almost let me toss with indulgence, "It doesn't feel bad, hahahaha!"

Ah, Yan Rong's magical laughter is so nostalgic.

"Okay," senior Arash clapped his hands, drawing back everyone's attention, "Let me tell you about what I found out this time."

Since the doctor and I are actually people who have experienced the Fourth Holy Grail War, so senior Arash went out to collect information this time, so that we can judge which timeline the holy war is now.

"Singularity F?" The former clairvoyant doctor groped his chin and muttered to himself. After ruling out the Holy Grail timeline that he had experienced for the first time, he was greatly relieved with an exaggerated gesture that everyone could see. , fully showing the mood of not wanting to meet the past self: "No, it's more like a small singularity that was detected once before..."

"I know this." Without clairvoyance, I almost recited the full text of fatezero. I raised my hand to speak, and made a voice eager to try: "Can I go to respond to Lancer's declaration of war tomorrow night——"

"...Why do you look so expectant?" The doctor stared, "Are you really going to call them one by one?"

"Otherwise?" I tilted my head, raised the big knife in my hand, and said confidently, "I, melee, swordsman."

"He, long-range, archer." I pointed at Senior Arash.

"Finally, you are the doctor," I finally pointed my fingertips at the doctor, "logistics, magician."

"Battle Bow," I clenched my fists happily, "Standard Brave Squad!"

"Where is the pastor?" A certain man who was once obsessed with the virtual idol angrily slammed the table, projecting snowflakes flying for a while, "Don't think that I don't know if you replaced the priest with an archer!"

"What kind of pastor do you want? Are you looking down on Qianshou's resilience or senior's strong EX?" I put my hands on my hips in disdain, "And as long as I live, the doctor will never die!"

The doctor who was about to refute was obviously caught off guard by my sudden straight ball, and now he coughed earth-shatteringly: "You you you you——"

"I, I, I, I—" I put my hips on my hips again, and I completely overwhelmed this person in momentum, "In short, I just want to fight, is there a problem?"

"No, no." The doctor said weakly, "Please, please."

well.

Having convinced one, I set my sights on the next with satisfaction.

The experienced veteran Arash blinked, and the two pairs of eyes met.

Three seconds later, he nodded decisively and made a gesture of asking for permission.

--yeah!

In fact, I have already started to feel guilty, and I quietly clenched my fists in my heart.

Victory.

"You can rely on Yanrong to stabilize your energy..."

The doctor's voice came from next to his ear.

"That's right, Yanrong is the best!" I was not shocked at all, and proud of it: "Huh!"

Next, we discussed the issue of combat power.

In fact, since there is no military division, our three pure combat forces can't discuss how complicated the layout is.

Because of my persistence, it was finally decided that I would be the main combat force to bear most of the firepower. After confirming again and again that the doctor will not be touched by any harm in this world, he will follow me as the master of "me" , while Mr. Arash serves as the control of the overall situation and the support of the long-range attack.

——and the sealed trump card.

In this long dark night, we finally determined the basic battle plan. As the only human being, I was driven to sleep by the two of them when the morning star appeared in the white sky.

In fact, I was really tired, sleepy and hungry, and I was about to collapse. I forced myself to say good night, and I kept leaning against the corner of the wall, with my head tilted.

The abandoned building fell into silence amidst the girl's long and unchanging breathing.

Arash, who had never been treated badly even though his mana was extremely lacking, adjusted his position and guarded the empty gate of the girl's defense.

The sound of the doctor's typing on the keyboard, which appeared in the projection state, stopped, and the translucent hand was raised flat, and a small golden light rose from his hand, interweaving and converging in the dim room, reflecting his drooping eyebrows and eyes.

Arash glanced at it through the light, and only at this time can he spy on the past of the man in front of him, the "Magic King" Solomon.

The archer moved his eyes away, and did not ask about this behavior, but turned to look at the master who was leaning against the wall and fell into a deep sleep, probably because the wall was too hard, she frowned slightly, and closed her vibrant eyes After that, the tiredness on his face could no longer be concealed.

"Your Excellency Arash, are you just letting him go?" The doctor who didn't know when he let go of his hand projected himself onto his shoulder.

"That's my Master," Archer smiled, and asked, "Aren't you too?"

"..." The person being asked was speechless for a while, and then he laughed. "Looks like you saw it too."

"The second method is to observe and travel between arbitrary worlds, and the third method is to materialize the soul." He looked at the sleeping ignorant girl, "a person who is cherished by the world."

Arash also followed his gaze. In the clairvoyance, the girl's body was surrounded by the light gifted from the world.

"He's also the one who saved more than one world."