All my brothers are from another world

Kill him, kill him!I'm going to kill this damn brat!It hurts, it hurts, I can’t remember what I want to say, what’s going on?

Ah, my whole body hurts so much, I feel like I can't move, you bastard! !

What did he do, what did he do to me?

Murakami watched in horror as the man in front of him was rolling on the ground, breathing heavily and wheezing.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm going to call you a doctor!" The matter has not been clarified yet, why did it happen all of a sudden!

Police officer Murakami immediately picked up the landline next to him and dialed the hospital. He glanced at the boy next to him, worried that he might be frightened.

Although I feel that the other party's psychological quality is not bad, but after all, he is only a child, and in the face of such an emergency, he still needs to comfort him quickly...

Um?Yi Ermi stretched out her left hand and stroked her hair on one side.

He seems to realize now that his hair hasn't been trimmed for a long time, doesn't he?It feels a bit long.If this continues, she will be treated like a little girl again.

The boy seemed to have nothing to do with himself.

Police Officer Murakami: Well, I'm sorry I was thinking too much).

The man on the ground curled up on the ground like a maggot in pain.Except for his face, a part of his tightly wrapped body was finally exposed.

The exposed neck looks like a burn mark, and it looks like all the muscles are tied together, with pits and holes.

The nails on the hands also look bumpy, leaving uneven marks like those children who have been biting their fingers for a long time.

But other than that, what attracted Murakami's attention the most were the two gorgeous and somewhat weird red marks on the opponent's arms.

What's this?Got a tattoo?Murakami stared at the mark on the arm suspiciously.

Yier fans also saw it, and gave a slight "tsk".

Well, in fact, it all started two days ago.

— two days ago.

The time was three o'clock in the morning in Fuyuki City.

The location is an abandoned basement somewhere in Xixiu District.

The chanting of the summoning spell has been completed, and the lavender halo gradually burst into light, illuminating everything in the dark surroundings.The gemstones with rare magic power around them shattered into a small piece after being illuminated by this light.

It floated in the air like a powder, with a fine flash of crystal light.

"This is... I summoned... successfully?!" The man stared.

An uncontrollable look of excitement appeared on Takano Kohei's face.

"There can only be 7 contestants in the Holy Grail War. And as long as the Servat is summoned, even a guy like myself can become countless magicians who want to participate in the Holy Grail War. of the contestants." And as long as once the serva is called

The t's full of seven standards, the war of the Holy Grail has officially started!

Even if the other candidates have more powerful blood and energy, or even if they get the most capable thing to establish the bond of the heroic spirit, it is useless!

Because the next round of the Holy Grail War will have to wait another 60 years of reincarnation!

Kohei Takano couldn't help covering his face, and couldn't help but sigh, "I'm... so lucky..."

He is a branch of a long-deceased magic family.The blood of the main family has long been submerged and no one knows it, and the magic power in the blood of his side is even more sparse.It stands to reason that it should be no different from ordinary people.

But sometimes God's will tricks people. I really didn't expect that such a dregs of a society that has been abandoned like him, such a sparse blood can burst out with such magical power.

He even really became a member of the battle for the Holy Grail, directly crushing those geniuses who were painstakingly cultivated by the big families to their feet!

Isn't the three red command spells that gradually appeared in his hand forming a pattern the best proof? !

The corner of Kohei Koye's mouth was tearing with an ecstatic smile, ignoring the dazzling light, he looked at a figure slowly appearing in the center of the array.

The purple brilliance gradually disappeared.

The figure inside finally appeared.

Kohei Takano frowned slightly...

This is... a child?

The thin needle with thought power was launched the moment he looked over, and pierced into his head.

But in the dark night when the light was not bright, the man only felt a slight tingling and burning sensation on his forehead.

what! ?He subconsciously reached out to check, but found nothing unusual.

With bandages on the face and splint gauze wrapped around the body

The boy stood in the center of the summoning array, looking at him coldly with a pair of obsidian-like pupils that had no warmth at all.

is a child.

But this is not the reason for Takano Kohei's shortness of breath for a moment.Because the summoned Serva

It doesn't say that there is a specific appearance standard, whether it is a beast or a human, whether it is old or young, these are not important, as long as the strength is strong.

The judgment of strength can be judged according to the heroic spirit's deeds and the background of the times.

Just like the great men of modern times and the great men of ancient times, the judging of the mana between them is undoubtedly hundreds of years ago when the blood of magic is gradually declining. powerful!

But the kid in front of him... the clothes he wears are close to, or in other words, modern clothes!

Takano Kohei's complexion gradually turned ugly.His eyes hesitated as he sized up the servant in front of him, and he became suspicious for a moment.But he tried hard to cover it up, and asked tentatively:

"You are my servat?"

"Uh..." Yi Ermi didn't know how he suddenly appeared here.Obviously he was still dissing with Osamu Dazai just a second ago, but now he appears here.Yier fan thought it should be what the man in front of him did.

and serva

t?Yilmi paused for a moment, her black eyes narrowed slightly.

What is this guy talking about?servant?waiter?

What is this under my feet, a magic circle?This person has a second stroke?

The black-haired killer's night vision and sense of smell are excellent, and he saw the complex pattern of eye-catching red bloodstains under his feet at a glance.

And that familiar, pungent putrid smell in the room.

——From not far away, the only gap through which the moonlight shines, shining on the frightened and gloomy head.

"Ah, it should be." Yi Ermi's calm tone turned the interrogative sentence into a declarative sentence.

"So, may I ask, which heroic spirit in history are you?" The man looked at the boy in front of him.

Heroic Spirits, in history.

Very good, I don't understand.

"My name is Hisoka Rushiru." He said casually.

Hiso Roussillo?The man frowned, lost in thought.He obviously found it out after untold hardships.

The "Gerson Chronicle" that is most compatible with sexuality is used as a medium, and the one summoned should be the executioner Gerson, or the tasks related to it.

But he had never heard of a character called Hisolu Xilu.

Kohei Takano frowned.This kind of name, which he had never heard of at all, seemed like an unknown person, and his complexion became ugly.

In the dark night, Yi Ermi could clearly see the slight expression on the face of the man in front of him.But he didn't care.

Forget it, give the order first.

"I am your master, you should have obtained information about the Holy Grail War, what is your position?"

Eyes full of bloodshot eyes looked at the other party: "The one who fits this summoning ceremony should be an assassi, or a berserker?"

"Assassi."

"Very well, what ability do you have. No, wait," he had to issue the most important order first, which required the use of a precious Command Seal.

"As your master, I order you, you must save my life in this holy grail battle!! I don't want to die in this war!" Yes, this is the most important thing.

Um?Yi Ermi tilted her head, and her fingers shook slightly.There was a reddish light radiating from him.

At the same time, the first red mark on the man's hand was disappearing.

Oh, Il fans get it.This is similar to the restriction of the ability to read.In other words, do I have to guarantee the life of the person in front of me now?Are the consequences of violating constraints very serious?Will he be affected if the other party dies?

"Actually, speaking of it," Irmi suddenly asked, "From now on, although I have attacked you from the beginning, I don't have the urge to kill you for no reason. It's rare for me."

"Is this also a default constraint?" It seems that something is blinding

The senses are the same.

"It's obvious that your appearance doesn't fit my aesthetics." Yi Erfan concluded, "It's really careless."

"Is it just a request not to die in this war?" Yi Ermi fumbled for the other party's words.

The killer with black hair and black eyes showed a smile: "Ah, this shouldn't be difficult to ask."

"Do you feel like you can't speak anymore? Don't worry." The boy said in a calm tone: "I will make good arrangements for you, a puppet."

-

The man's eyes are dull.

With a blank expression, Yi Ermi controlled the movement of the mind needle in the opponent's cerebral cortex.

It must be admitted that this is a very good ability.

Using the mind needle to control people's thoughts, behaviors, and physical limits, let others work for them to death, and drain each other's last drop of value, is simply too much in line with my own mind.

Il fans thought about it, of course, it is good to work hard.But you still have to accurately grasp the strength of the control.

"Although it is a dregs of society, sometimes it can explode with surprising power." Yier fans commented.

Obviously intending to control the other party into a thought idiot, but should it be the magic blood he said?

The power of thought was actually offset by a small part, oh, of course, it doesn't matter, as long as I don't let him speak and order myself.This kind of trivial matter is still very simple.

"It's still alive, that's great." Police officer Murakami checked the opponent's breath and breathed a sigh of relief.

The medical staff outside the door quickly came in and carried the man on the ground out.

Yi Ermi pinched his right wrist, which was bound with a splint, and turned to police officer Murakami and asked, "Excuse me, can I report a missing persons certificate?"

"Eh? Report to whom?" Murakami became nervous. Could it be another victim?

"Myself."

The boy tilted his head: "Ah, actually I lost my memory, I can't remember anything."

"Is there a relevant social security system here? It should be possible to get relevant relief, right? It shouldn't even have this, right?"