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

This battle of generals against generals and soldiers against soldiers was fierce, and ended decisively.

The support of Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald is strong, the threat of the monarch from the clock tower cannot be underestimated, but don't forget, everything I have with Yanrong is shared.

As long as I'm here, he'll never break.

But the Lancer and his weapons will.

Of the two guns in Diarmuid Odina's hands, the body of the demon-breaking Red Rose spear was broken, the end of the destructive Yellow Rose spear was split, and the spearman's spiritual core was also shattered under the same blow.

Bright red blood dripped down his hand holding the weapon, but the spearman himself showed a hearty smile.

He raised his head towards me, moved his lips slightly, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

In the end, facing the golden particles rising from the bottom, the Celtic knight stood with difficulty, like a warrior returning from glory, and got his own destination.

So far, Lancer has retreated.

"Mr. Emiya," I looked at the magic killer who was still here for some reason, "You don't seem to worry about the King of Knights fighting Berserker at all?"

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was stabbed by me openly, had a calm expression, so I decided to add another fire.

"Although I look better now, but," I expressed Chen Ken, "I suggest you go and have a look, after all, that one is the knight on the lake, Lancelot."

I kindly pointed in the direction.

Of course, what I didn't say is that when the winner is decided over there, a total of five heroic spirits will be included in the Lesser Holy Grail. At that time, will the Little Holy Grail accompanying Saber, Mrs. Irisviel, still maintain her human form?

The expression of Emiya Kiritsugu in the shadow hardly changed, he just frowned, seemed to be in thought for a moment, and then put away the loaded gun very simply.

"Excuse me."

... He actually said goodbye to me very politely.

I looked at his back retreating at a high speed in disbelief, and shook my head.

OK, get rid of one.

I silently glanced at Patriarch Archibald, who had been silent since the beginning, and his released fiancée Miss Sola, and quietly rubbed my face.

Feelings are scary.

I didn't want to deal with them and chose to leave by myself.

It only took a moment to make a decision, and at the same time, I let go of the hand that was holding the road and other edges to fix it, and let myself be pulled down by the chaotic center of gravity.

The wind whistled past my ears, but I didn't panic at all.

It's not the first time I've experienced falling from a high altitude, and this time I have my own people below!

Anyway, Yanrong can catch me——

I gave up struggling so much, and fell into a mass of soft and rigid liquid.

The sinking trend was caught, and a mass of liquid was driven downwards, gently.

It's like the spring bed I slept on when I was a child. It's neither soft nor hard. It's fun and interesting, and it's very suitable for sleeping——

"Huh?" Is this, Yue Lingshui?

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to let my guard down in front of the enemy."

I immediately retracted my curious fingers that wanted to poke the dark silver liquid.

"...?"

I looked at the speaker in confusion with a dull starvation. His expression was very strange, as if all kinds of contradictory emotions were concentrated together, and he looked very confused.

"My lord!" Yan Rong, who arrived a step too late, had a furious expression on his face. He immediately fished me out of the quicksilver dumpling, held down the eager me with one hand, and swung the knife with the other, "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"As you can see," Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald's jaw tightened. Even though the magic circuit in his whole body was temporarily in chaos, even if he couldn't stand up in the wheelchair formed by the moon spirit marrow fluid, this People are still as arrogant as ever, "Fu Sangshen."

I grabbed Yan Rong's shoulders and poked my head out. I patted the tense muscles under my hands, signaling him to relax, and looked curiously at this man who seemed to have something to say.

"?"

Probably because my doubts were too straightforward, Patriarch Archibald's forehead twitched, and his hands on the wheelchair tightened.

"Sola," he turned his head, calling out to his fiancée who was standing not far away.

The woman who was called came to this side when the voice fell.

Sola Nazelle Sophialie, the second daughter of the ruler of the Astronomy Department, has bright red hair like a burning fire, but the aura exuding from her body is as cold as ice and snow.

This is a woman who fully demonstrates "beautiful as peaches and plums, as cold as ice".

She stood still behind the wheelchair, didn't look at her fiancé, but nodded to me with a cold face.

I... I reflexively nodded politely in return.

She is the beautiful sister of Sanity Online!

The atmosphere of the feuding fiancée was still odd, but it was probably because of the presence of outsiders that they didn't make it obvious.

But I'm still quite uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable, I used all my social cells and couldn't figure out their purpose.

And the two people over there didn't seem to have any intention of communicating with me. They cooperated with each other tacitly to start the technique on the spot, one guide, one practice, and drew a complicated magic circle on the ground.

The speed at which the magic circle was formed was very fast, from scratch to the tedious line correspondence. Although I couldn't understand it, I was shocked.

and--

I scrunched up my face.

There is always a strange association that this magic circle is delicious.

Yan Rong's reaction was faster than mine. While I was still hesitating, the back of the saber slashed at the edge of the magic circle with a hint of warning.

"Two, explain." Fu Sangshen, who was stained with blood, kept swinging his knife forward without taking it back. From my perspective, I could see his completely frozen irises.

"Huh," the man sitting on the wheelchair sneered, not hiding his intention to test, "Sure enough."

"My lord has made some achievements in spiritualism, summoning, and alchemy."

He moved his fingers slightly, controlled the movement of the moon spirit marrow liquid with the little mana he could mobilize, blocked all the women who were half kneeling in front of the magic circle with his own figure, raised his jaw, and looked at me with a burst of self-confidence The light: "And El Mello never owes favors."

He stretched out his foot, and tapped a position on the magic circle with the toe of his high-end leather shoes, then turned and slid, and the last unconnected line overlapped.

"Tick - tick -"

In an instant, I heard the sound of the ground veins rushing, and countless magical powers gathered under the magic circle, filtered, screened, arranged and reorganized by the complicated patterns.

——Formed a magical pool that has no oppressive force, or even ripples, but does exist.

The most important thing is that there is an irresistible temptation coming from the gradually formed magic circle.

It's... safe... to capture the mana you eat directly.

I gritted my teeth, resisting this attraction.

It's not good, I've been hungry for too long... a little... I can't bear it...

Over there, probably to save the face of losing the next game, or to show off in front of his fiancée, the words of the proud monarch are still coming:

"It's just a magic pattern that converts the magic power of the big source and the magic power of the small source. Taking advantage of the spirit descending conditions of the Holy Grail War, it can do some tricks on the abundant Fuyuki leylines. It will be sold out when it is used up, and it will not even attract any attention. Only I can do this—”

"...Of course, don't get me wrong," the magician looked at me harshly with blue eyes, "I just don't want that heretic magician to get what he wants, and you are the best candidate."

This magician, who has always been called a genius, turned a blind eye to the oppressive eyes of the gods. To be precise, in the eyes of most magicians, the existence of "familiars", no matter how powerful they are, cannot be taken seriously by them. With the woman standing behind her, she gave me this unexpected gift in return.

But here is a fatal problem -

In the eyes of everyone, I should also be a heroic spirit.

The figure of the doctor appeared from behind, with a complicated tone: "Huahua, my cover-up magic is useless to him."

"I found out," I pursed my lips, and slowly revealed the back of my right hand that I had intentionally or unintentionally covered from the beginning.

It should have been exposed when he was surrounded by Yueling marrow liquid.

After breaking away from the identity of a participant in the battle and getting rid of a leaf of blindness, my cover full of loopholes really can't hide anything.

As expected - one of the Twelve Monarchs of the Clock Tower.

Not good at fighting, but a rare academic talent.

"The space of imaginary numbers," the monarch on the wheelchair glanced at the doctor who appeared suddenly, and sneered, hitting the nail on the head, "Trying to turn existences more 'nothing' than this into reality, this is the purpose of your activity all the time."

This man is really scary once he touches his professional field.

I blinked silently, silently, and nodded frankly.

"Yes, thank you both for your cooperation."

I even sincerely said thanks.

The decisive battle is coming soon, who wouldn't be happy with the free supplies!

The doctor over there has already begun to seriously check the safety of the magic circle under the probing eyes of the magician.

Just before the academic genius in the wheelchair raised his eyebrows higher and higher, and his expression became more and more unbelievable, the doctor let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to tell me: "No problem, it can be used."

The suspected His Excellency El-Melloi I snorted and withdrew his searching gaze.

"Then, we'll settle the deal,"

I don't know how many magicians have seen in the exploration just now, and they are not even willing to say a word, and they simply draw a clear line with us.

"—Farewell."

……

I raced against time to direct Yan Rong to bury me in the magic circle that turned into a puddle of water.

The moment he entered the water, all the cells in his body let out a comfortable sigh.

"Wow——" If it wasn't for safety, I could bury my head and watch the magic pool dilute at a speed visible to the naked eye, and I have a new understanding of how edible I am.

"Doctor, can this really not be reproduced—"

I eagerly scratched the edge, and once again confirmed to the person with the highest magic talent among us.

Such a luxurious full meal can only be eaten once, so I am not reconciled.

"Really not. This magic pattern is designed for Fuyuki's current situation and leylines. It is unique, and it is set to be automatically destroyed." The doctor's expression was also very unwilling, "It cannot be imitated, it cannot be reproduced."

I showed a distraught expression.

It’s not that I’m exaggerating, it’s okay if a person is hungry all the time, but it’s really cruel to let a hungry person eat a luxurious meal and go back to the previous days when he had one less call and no supplies.

Too cruel!

While carefully calculating, I used the gentle magic power in the magic circle to clean up the mess left in the blood vessels of the whole body. It is hopeless to return to a healthy state, but at least it should not continue to deteriorate.

I stared sadly at the half of the blood in the vein and the half of the liquid disguised as blood, and I resisted the urge to sigh.

"Don't worry," the doctor's translucent hand landed on the sky above my head and patted it lightly, "Persist a little longer, and leave the rest to me."

This seemingly similar sentence made my heart jump, and I grabbed it up——

He even grabbed his hand!

"Doctor, doctor!" The soft feel of the fabric and the warm body temperature through the fabric came from the palm of my hand. I slightly opened my eyes and looked at the same stunned person in surprise, "I can catch you now!" -"

Yan Rong, who was guarding at the side, also came over immediately, and made a move curiously.

Then the black glove came out from the projection.

"..."

"..."

"……what?"

The three dull faces looked at each other.

"Pfft." The doctor was the first to laugh. He maintained an awkward posture with my wrist tightly clasped, and explained: "I've been thinking about how to tell you about this just now. The only thing that can materialize now is the hand, send it away After the Rider group, there was this trend, the frequency was relatively small, and I didn't say it, and it didn't completely stabilize until after Lancer left the stage."

"Huh? Huh——" After getting a clear answer, I let go of my hand with confidence, as if I had become a fool who can only make onomatopoeia, waiting for an explanation eagerly.

"The sense of existence you created is too strong, Huahua," the doctor said helplessly, "As the 'Master' who has always been bound to you in the eyes of others, I have gained a world-class sense of pulling."

"Then—" my eyes sparkled, "don't you need the Holy Grail?"

"Hmm..." The doctor obviously hesitated, and under my immediately guarded eyes, he chose to tell the truth, "No, what you gave me is a stable enough 'anchor', but I still lack a valid reason. "

"Hmm..." I touched my chin with my hand, thinking.

"You can understand it this way." Seeing my confused expression, he quickly changed his words, "The prerequisites have been fulfilled, and there is only one ceremony left."

"Oh!" I clapped my hands together, "Understood!"

The Holy Grail must be taken.

"Okay! After this big meal, I will send the next Heroic Spirit home!" I raised my hand high with high fighting spirit. "Come on—"

"Oh——" Yan Rongchao also raised his hand in cooperation, completing a high five with me.

I kept my arms raised and looked at the doctor expectantly.

With an uncertain expression, the doctor tentatively followed suit, and hesitantly raised the only pair of hands that could be materialized...

I move forward quickly!

"Snapped!"

"hiss--"

The crisp applause overlapped with the doctor's uncontrollable cries of pain, and I laughed out of a feeling I couldn't express myself.

On the eve of the storm, the silent night is filled with unpretentious joy.

"No, wait a minute, I was almost fooled by you," I suddenly remembered the question I had at the beginning, "What do you mean by what you just said?"

"Ah? What?" The man pretended to be stupid, "What do you mean, I don't know?"

"Stop pretending to be stupid—" I took a deep breath, "What do you mean by 'hold on a little longer and leave the rest to me'!"

When I was addicted to playing Barbatos, I remembered the twenty golden apples lying in the email with this sentence, and suddenly felt a dull pain in my heart and liver.

And I always feel that there is some hidden meaning in his words, but I just can't figure it out, and I can't do it for a while.

Riddlers and half-talkers should be beaten right there!

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just said it for a while, really, there is no other meaning!" Seeing that my expression was really about to collapse, the doctor hurriedly explained: "I really won't this time, really!"

I stared carefully at his grass-green eyes for a while.

There is something to hide, but this statement is true.

I was slightly relieved, but I didn't intend to let him go so easily.

"Then you make a written statement!"

"Oh no, I've already told you how I can make written evidence like this, so be sober... Hey, it seems to be really possible?"

"Establishment—"

"Don't, don't, I'll stand up, I'll stand up..."