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

What does the world look like to a six-year-old child?

No one knows.

Just at this moment, a once-in-60-year miracle gathers in this extreme eastern city, kings and kings sit and discuss, warriors and knights clash with swords, thunder and flames, sunlight and stars, everything is printed on the slowly changing lavender The fundus is grand and magnificent.

But more profound than these are the boiling soup and clumsy music, the warm embrace and the hand caressing the top of the head, the thin instructions and expectations that crossed down the hair, and finally put a playful twist on the end of the hair bow.

So she began to slowly and gropingly heal herself.

A man wearing a hood that covered most of his face carefully squatted beside the girl.

"Sakura."

On the man's pale and ferocious hand, two of the three strokes of the Command Seal have been used.

When the girl heard her name, she turned her face and saw a familiar person.

The man stopped at a distance and did not come closer.

With cowering and unconscious trembling, it seems to be enduring great pain.

Had the same pain as her.

After thinking for a while, she took a few steps forward, imitating the way she was treated tenderly, raised her hand, and patted the man on the back lightly.

The man shivered and hugged back, the dark collar was smudged with two drops of liquid, on the side where the girl couldn't see, his half withered face was wriggling and twisting, his mouth opened and closed and made a hoarse voice: " Berserker, stop it with all your strength—stop Saber!"

"Arrrrrrrr...Arrrrrrrrr—"

The black knight who came belatedly responded to the order with all his strength, brandishing a sword also drenched in darkness.

……

The two sides fought as they said, so that the snipers who were squatting in the distance had to give up their sneak attack intentions.

But soon, Emiya Kiritsugu, Saber's real master, the magician killer who has been hiding in the dark, conveyed instructions to "Miss Knight King" through his wife:

Stand still for the time being, wait for the winner of both sides to decide, and then launch an attack.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Saber's eyes, and Irisviel almost immediately looked over worriedly. She shook her head slowly, glanced at the distance where the magic power fluctuated violently, and said nothing.

It's not that she plans to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and she will be able to get her wish.

There is an unknown enemy in the distance, and there is——

"Arrrrrrrr--SA--!!!"

Saber reflexively backhanded the attack from the opposite side, but she didn't expect to be forced to take half a step back by the unexpected shock force.

Berserker, who has been absent for a long time, has arrived.

……

I found that I still underestimated Arash's bow making ability.

The sky has been completely covered by the rain of arrows. These arrows condensed by magic power, with the tail flames produced by high-speed friction with the air, pierced the assassin's vitals intensively and precisely.

Assassin——Hundred appearances, in the legend, because of its elusive diversity, it is actually the influence of schizophrenia, which leads to its heroic spirit, and each independent personality can have an independent physical/body splitting ability. In terms of espionage and concealment, no one can match it.

But now all Assassins have been captured in the inherent barrier of "King's Army".

On the scorching sun and hot sand dancing plains, the weak hidden people who do not take advantage of the terrain have no way of escaping from the hunting of a long-range archer.

This blow is a deterrent and a showdown.

Showdown against my opponent who is about to fight to the death.

Rider, king of conquest, Iskandar, known as Alexander the Great in history, although the source is not fully verified, but in many legends, he is the son of Zeus, the highest god of Greece.

is a demigod.

Only when the body is tempered by the power of thunder and lightning will it become more burly. In Greek mythology, the supreme god in charge of thunder and lightning is none other than Zeus.

Can a mortal body be comparable to a god?

Although the meal tonight seems to be a lot, in fact, the magic power consumed by the battle of Yuanchuan did not replenish much, but the satisfaction of chewing the food somewhat buffered the anxiety of the extreme lack of magic.

As for Rider, in view of Master Weber Velvet's hard work, the magic power currently used by the King of Conquerors may have been effectively replenished.

No, not just supplements.

I glanced at the anxious and tense boy standing behind. On the back of his uncovered hand, the three-stroke command spell quickly faded with the consumption of mana.

Great job, Weber Velvet.

In this case--

I closed my eyes.

"Doctor," leaning down slightly, staring warily at the King of Conquerors who adjusted his formation after a round of charge failed, and calling out to my comrades, "I need your assistance."

The commander's projection immediately appeared beside me: "Here we come."

"It's the same as before." I took a breath, suppressing the thirst rising from my throat: "I leave the analysis to you."

"Don't worry," the doctor said with a lingering worry and solemnity on his brows, "I will definitely do my best!"

'Senior,' I set up the knife in my hand, exposed the back of my right hand, and made a gesture of stretching my hand forward, while calling out to the guarding archers outside the barrier in my heart. 'Mind coming out early? '

The archer reacted quickly, and first reported the situation outside in detail: "Sakura has been protected by Berserker master, Saber has been dragged by Berserker successfully, Archer seems to have found me, but there is no movement for the time being, as for your appearance ...'

'Of course—no,' his voice was laughing and eager: 'Well, I'm looking forward to it! '

'it is good! '

I also laughed.

"In the name of the Command Spell—"

The command spell that had been quietly dormant for two days and nights was activated, breaking through the hidden magic covering it, the magic power flow swayed, and the red light lit up.

"Archer, come quickly!"

The archers who had been on standby for a long time tore through the barrier of the inherent barrier under the blessing of the command spell, and within a few ups and downs, they were separated from the center of the battlefield and landed on a high place.

……

"—Assasin!? Didn't he leave the stage a long time ago...Damn it, split? There are more than one, it's a trap!"

The young Waver's voice was blown away by the wind, and then his attention was quickly shifted to the rain of arrows shooting from above.

"Unfamiliar, never-before-seen existence, a new enemy? With magic power alone, it is possible to condense such a large-scale arrow, and even penetrate the inherent barrier for precise positioning. The range - can't be calculated, hey, Rider!"

"Understood, kid," the Conqueror's face was solemn. In order to seize the first-hand advantage, his Inherent Barrier was almost placed at the timing of Assasin's appearance.

The advantage of this is that all the servants who are judged to be enemies are captured, and none of them enter this inherent barrier without landing.

But at the same time, only they saw this rain of arrows.

I turned my right hand holding the knife and grinned generously at the two of them.

On the back of the hand that was not hidden by the confusion magic, two engravings were shining red like breathing, while the other fainting trace was slowly fading.

It can be clearly seen that it has the same origin as the engraving on the back of the boy's hand.

"Order, Curse?" The expression of the young Weber was so surprised that it went blank. His eyes moved repeatedly, and finally stuck on the back of my undisguised right hand. "You, you are—"

The King of Conquerors lowered his face, and slowly finished speaking for the stunned young man: "—Master."

"So that's why you don't have stats, and that's why your 'Master' hasn't consumed the command spells to support you for a long time. I was surprised at the beginning. With the way you get along, it's not just that you can't even do this, so let's say Got it—”

"Because you are not a heroic spirit at all!"

He came to a conclusion that even he couldn't believe, looking at the human beings surrounded by overgrown green plants in the yellow sand.

Mortal body.

--how is this possible?

"The one who split the sea monster with one knife and was able to fight Lancer without losing the wind, now the opponent who forced us to use the ace is human?!" The young Webber grabbed his hair fiercely, "It's not Saber, it's not Caster, or even Not Ruler as we guessed, but... people?"

"How is it impossible?" I, who once again broke through the formation of the army, asked loudly in the support of the arrow rain from the seniors and the precise broadcast of the doctor,

"In this era, human beings have long begun to touch the realm of the gods. What I have done is only smaller and narrower."

The two armies confront each other, on one side is the army of ten thousand people following the King of Conquerors, on the other side is one man, one hero and one ghost.

But I have Mutun, and the doctor has a huge database. We have experienced seven singularities together, breaking the impossibility one by one.Neither hopelessness nor finality can stop us from moving forward.

nothing is impossible.

As long as I provide enough magic power, senior Arash will block it with an inexhaustible rain of arrows. If we cooperate properly, we may not be unable to win against the army summoned by the king's army that is not a heroic spirit, has no job title, and has no treasure.

As long as I'm willing enough.

Coincidentally, I have already fought this battle.

"Huahua, the consumption of Rider's King's Army is shared equally by everyone in the army. The consumption is not as large as expected. We need to change the method!"

"Understood." I wiped the blood gushing from my throat when I opened my mouth, "Doctor, help me mark the existence in the army whose force value is higher than Rider."

"Understood, searching..." The doctor kept on dealing with the sharp alarms one after another, "No, there are too many, each column has a distribution, and it is not advisable to break them individually. We must find a way to disperse them!"

"Understood," I withdrew from the encirclement of the infantry charge, moved my hands away from the scratched waist, and folded my palms together to charge, "Is the forest okay?"

"Yes—you," the doctor's voice stopped abruptly, and then, decisively, "I'm looking at you, control the consumption, don't amplify it all at once!"

"Okay," I was very relieved when someone calculated carefully for me and could issue a warning at the critical point, "Mu Dun—"

"The Birth of the Tree Realm!"

You have an army, I have a sea of ​​trees.

"Okay, keep it up, don't add any more! Huahua? Huahua! Qianshouhua!" Amidst the buzzing tinnitus, the doctor yelled hard and hit my tympanic membrane, pulling back my evaporating rationality, "It's ok, Lure them to rush this way!"

"Hey, doctor, you're yelling so loud," I muttered, "I hear—"

Now what I'm doing is forcing them to charge again and again, right?

"Come on, Rider! I'm here! Come and take a look, I, a mortal!" I wiped my face that was bleeding from nowhere, and challenged loudly, "—what can I do? point!"

The sea of ​​trees that drank my blood is tougher and crazier.

Thousand-handed supernatural powers, all phenomena.

They proliferated continuously, transforming the combat environment they were familiar with. The intertwined and complicated branches stopped the charge layer by layer. In the end, only a few people were really greeted by my big naginata.

And this time, the King of Conquerors, who lost the Thunder Bull with Thunder Bull and the Wheel of Kamui in the battle with Saber, after the doctor and I strangled his beloved horse Bu Severus, Rider, who lost his car, was finally defeated by Vientiane. Sen Luo is surrounded by layers.

My already precarious magic power has long been exhausted in the extravagant consumption of large-scale release and release of wood escape. At present, what keeps me standing and even fighting is only the original will and deep unwillingness.

"My lord—" Holding my naginata, I rejected Yan Rong's proposal to show up to help, and refused to admit defeat, looking at the King of Conquerors who was also in a mess.

"Do you know... Just like the end of the age of gods and the gods had to fall, our era has long since lost the need for a king!"

But it needs heroes.

We need heroes.

"Cough, oh?"

The King of Conquerors brought his only courtier who was still closely following him, Weber Velvet, even though he was locked on by the archers in the distance, he still maintained the demeanor of a king.

He patted the head of the boy who had grown up overnight, motioning him to back away.

"Yes." I didn't back down, even if my hand was too heavy to hold the knife tightly, I refused to show weakness.

We all know that this time, it is the last blow.

"Unexpected!" The lives of both parties were hanging by a thread, and the King of Conquerors, who was offended by my blunt words, was angry and laughed instead: "Interesting! Qianshouhua, your goal is actually the same as mine! "

"Hey, that guy over there," he suddenly looked behind me, "Romani Archman!"

Faced with the interference of being classified as hostile, the doctor whose name was suddenly called showed the degree that a commander should have. He kept moving, but the ending sound rose: "Your Excellency?"

"Your current status is 'None'?"

The King of Conquerors didn't care about the doctor's attitude. The face of the king who fought all over the world was covered with dust, grass clippings and blood, but at this moment, there was a rare light of calmness and wisdom in his eyes. He said firmly:

"She pretends to be a heroic spirit to ensure that you as a 'Master' are watched by more people, to stabilize your existence, and to compete for the Holy Grail...to return you to the 'entity', and the latter is ultimately the same as the Holy Grail I'm after' Incarnation' is consistent!"

"Yes." The phantom who was confronted with the tit for tat nodded neither humble nor overbearing. "So what?"

"The same goal...is destined to win or lose," the King of Conquerors got the answer he wanted, with a puzzled look on his face, "This is the reason why you chose us in the first place. A group of people may be persuaded by you, but I, who have the same goal, will definitely not."

"No." Since he wanted to delay the recovery of his magic power, I naturally followed suit, "You are wrong about this only."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"Because from the very beginning, I had the idea of ​​calling them one by one." I looked at him seriously.

peace talk?Wisdom?nonexistent.

Probably due to the decline in reaction caused by the severe injury, the King of Conquerors was stunned for a while before shaking his head with a smile: "It seems that I still underestimated you."

"Okay," he waved his hands behind him, "it's enough, if you drag it on, it's despicable."

"Are you ready?" Relying on the conversation for a while, I took back the extra wooden traps outside, and finally got a short respite. Seeing that he was not going to talk anymore, I also wobbled and stood firm with the big naginata, "Then Shall we continue?"

"Before then," the King Conqueror raised his robe and waved his hand, "I'll ask you again."

"Excuse me." I roughly knew what he wanted to ask.

But I also know that the answer I established at the beginning will not change.

He couldn't hide his reluctance and regret. Although it was a question, he seemed to have known the answer a long time ago: "You, really don't want to join me?"

"Do not."

"Okay." He sighed, and then, the regretful expression faded away, and when he fixed his eyes again, only the cruelty of an invader remained.

"Qian Shou Hua, tell me that the person behind you was a hero who saved humanity."

"Yes."

"The problem is, I, my subordinates, in our memory, heroic spirits, human beings, there is no such a person in our memory."

"Yes. Anyone who has participated in this recapture battle will not be proud of this unknown achievement. I, we just don't want to, and we can't accept it. The former giver can't even exist Leave."

"Very good!" The Conqueror's eyes were wide open, his fiery red hair and beard seemed to be on fire, "Listen up! In the name of Conqueror Iskandar—"

The sword of Cyprus pointed straight in the fiery red king's hand, which was a declaration of war and a declaration.

"From now on, Thousand Hand Flowers, Romani Archman! I, I, Iskandar, will remember your existence, and my subject, Weber Velvet, will remember your existence. Those behind me will attack and fight with me." Soldiers will remember!"

"We don't know what you have done, and we don't know your achievements! We are just impressed by your unremitting efforts and perseverance, and therefore believe that it will indeed be a praise worthy of praise and enough to be remembered by the world. great feat!"

"Heroes, come and charge against me, the old king! O la la la la la - the distant Via Expugnatio!"