A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

But this can only be part of the reason why she cannot inherit the title of leader.

In fact, it would take a lifetime to learn a "divine skill", but she learned it all in just a few years.

The countless fears that this talent arouses must be another part of the reason.

"This shows that you are not mature enough. We cannot allow someone like you to inherit the title of leader."

Although this conclusion was far-fetched, she accepted it without question.

"It turns out that my faith is not enough. I am so immature. I have really tarnished the sacred legacy of the leaders of the past generations."

She doesn't hate anyone, she just continues to hone her skills.

When a person named "Baimai" was selected as the new leader, and seeing how well he handled various affairs, she discovered that she did not have that ability. She didn't envy the leader, she was just ashamed of her immaturity.

In the end, she received no proof and simply disappeared into the darkness of history as a fanatical believer.

Her story should have ended there.

But God played a joke on her and asked a man named Jesta to summon her. She gained the knowledge given by the Holy Grail and soon understood her destiny.

She longed for the Holy Grail in order to return this heretical proof to nothingness with her own hands.

At the same time, she also learned that several of the past leaders had also pursued the Holy Grail.

She felt bad about it.

She does not resent the leaders, nor does she look down upon them.

There is no doubt that their beliefs are stronger than her own, and they deserve her respect even now.

What they should hate is the "Holy Grail War" that confuses them.

In order to destroy everything, she tore through the dark night and ran aimlessly following the breath of the Holy Grail.

She killed the magician and the supply of magic power was about to end.

There is still magic flowing in now, but it is just residue.

When the supply of magic power completely ends, she will disappear.

Will that be in a few days? A few hours? Or a few seconds?

Time is not important.

Even at the final moment of disappearance.

Even if this body is just a temporary illusion.

The stalker, who couldn't even get a name, didn't waver at all.

She believes that at least she still has the faith to repay believers.

So without hesitation, she decided to fight against everything in the Holy Grail War.

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A few minutes later.

In the basement of this lakeside house, there was nothing but corpses.

Although the nameless heroic spirit was summoned here not long ago, this room was indeed empty after she left.

"Ah."

However, a pure and innocent laughter suddenly sounded here.

But the fact remains that there is nothing but corpses in this room.

"Hehehe! Hahahahahaha!"

Like a child, laughter that seemed to be genuinely joyful but slightly twisted echoed around the room.

The fact remains that there is nothing in this room except corpses.

"Oh, what a surprise! The Holy Grail really summoned some incredible heretics!"

The weird sound sounded again.

No one knew where the sound came from, until the Command Seal on a right hand suddenly shone brightly.

Then, a corpse fell to the ground. To be precise, it was the corpse of the killed Jesta Caltore. Like a clockwork doll, it twisted and slowly stood upright from the ground. .

"gorgeous……"

he admired.

"——I wanted to use the power of the Holy Grail to awaken the spider and destroy this boring world with it. But I didn't expect that there is still a human residue called "Touch" left in my body!"

Jesta Caltore could not help but tremble all over because of the emotion in her heart.

But the facts remain unchanged.

There was nothing in this room but bodies.

Yes, even though he was talking, the man's condition was no different from that of a corpse. He had no breathing or pulse, and even the bloody hole in his heart that had been hollowed out by the heroic spirit was still shocking.

No matter who judged it, this was a real corpse.

Since this is an unshakable fact, it means that no matter how ecstatic Jesta Caltore is, he is still a corpse now.

But the man seemed not to care about boring things like life and death.

He was even more concerned about the heroic spirit that had just attacked him: "Pitiful? Pure and charming? Beautiful, graceful, graceful, beautiful, lovely... No, it's so rare that I have so much time, I should learn more about poetry! I simply can't find it Words that can describe her!”

Jesta Caltore was so happy with the surprise that she didn't care about the "ordinary corpses" lying around. He showed an expression as if welcoming spring and unbuttoned his coat. On the blood-stained chest that was exposed, there was a magic tattoo that was completely different from the command spell.

There are six red patterns arranged in a circle on his body, like the chambers of a revolver.

Only one pattern on the left chest turned black.

That's exactly where the heart was hollowed out.

"To be able to destroy the conceptual core of a magician so easily! As a magician, I have never been negligent! It's a pity that it's meaningless! Even if I face someone far more powerful than me, that arm will destroy everything!"

As if he was carefully recalling and savoring the behavior of the heroic spirit that revealed his heart to him just now, Jesta was extremely moved and admired that power.

As he spoke, he pressed his fingers on the blackened pattern. His fingertips penetrated the skin and penetrated into the body, but not a drop of blood came out. He reached his hand deep into his body and started stirring.

"The magician's soul was completely destroyed by her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pattern started turning like a gear.

At this moment, it was as fast as the barrel of a revolver rotating.

The black pattern was moved to the left abdomen, and a new red pattern was placed on the left chest instead.

"Then let's use the other face from now on."

After saying that, for some reason, Jesta's figure and appearance began to pulsate in line with the changes in the pattern, and in a blink of an eye, she had a completely different appearance than before.

Then, Jesta pulled her fingers out of her chest and caressed the black mark on her side back and forth in ecstasy.

"This concept core obviously has several layers of magic protection, but that red arm is like no one else. The claws go straight to the vital point. What a simple and brutal hand! It is also beautiful because of it! That is the so-called Noble Phantasm. ?"

Jesta talked endlessly to the corpse on the ground, but naturally received no response.

"However, she was able to use such terrifying magic without any hesitation, and she used it continuously. If anyone other than me were an ordinary magician, their magic power would have been exhausted long ago."

Jesta grinned, revealing slightly pointed canine teeth, and muttered to herself intoxicatedly in the altar full of corpses.

"It seems that there is no need to be bored with the world now. That beautiful killer! Her belief! How can she disappear in obscurity!"

This is something only those who know her memory can say.

Through the connection of magical power, the Master will read the thoughts, memories and past of the Servant through dreams and other forms.

"No! Who would agree with such a wasteful behavior!"

If this is true, it means that Jesta still has a glimpse of the dreams and beliefs of the stalker after death.

"I'm here to give you a name! That beautiful face, soul, strength, belief... let me defile, blaspheme, belittle, conquer and destroy! There is nothing more joyful than this!"

Jesta kept laughing as if she was crazy, and her laughter gradually took on an evil color.

"I want that beautiful servant to kneel in front of me. I want to destroy her faith and drain her power. By then, her expression must be very happy! She must be very fragile! She must be very beautiful! "

Following Jesta's excited heartbeat, a shadow stretched out from his feet. The color of the shadow was the same as the tattoo on his body, an extremely deep red.

The red shadow stretched out towards the scattered corpses, and just as it was about to wrap around them, it suddenly left the floor and turned into a red wave, covering the corpses. In the blink of an eye, the shadow returned to Jesta's body again, but its color was darker than before.

In just a few seconds, those corpses turned into bones. Jesta looked at the corpses on the ground without any nostalgia.

He ate these corpses like a vampire.

"Holy Grail? Destroy the world? That's not bad! I admit it! But it's boring! It's nothing compared to her despair!"

Then, the eyes of this living dead man, known as the "vampire", shone with light full of vitality.

He imagined the blood flowing on the servant's body and its taste, reaching the peak of excitement.

"In the eyes of the Holy Grail, we are both heretics. In this case, we must get along well! Haha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Just like that, even a formal contract hasn’t been concluded yet——

The Master of the Diver infiltrated the poisonous darkness into the Holy Grail War.

He smiled and kept smiling...

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Somewhere in the city, there is a dark room.

Through the slightly exposed slit in the curtains of the room, one can see the tall building opposite and its roof. Even the scenery behind the tall buildings can be seen. It can be seen that this room is in a high position in Snowfield.

Stars hang high outside the window.

The interior is illuminated by faint starlight, giving it the feel of a modern office.

There are only a few tables in the room. Whether it is the computer placed on the table or the air conditioner and other equipment installed on the ceiling, people will temporarily forget that this place is also one of the stages of the "Holy Grail War" and just regard it as a room. An ordinary office.

There was no light on in the room, only the owner of the room made an awe-inspiring voice in the spacious space.

Sighing that this city is irreversibly sliding towards the "Holy Grail War".

"Well...the other five servants seem to have appeared."

After the deep male voice sounded, another respectful voice sounded from the darkness of the room: "Yes. The only Master who can be confirmed now is Tini Cherk, who obeys the 'King of Heroes'. Our target partner Caoqiu and his wife are currently unable to contact them. As for the remaining magicians, several have entered the city... Unfortunately, we cannot find out who the owner of the command spell is."

"It seems that the city's surveillance system is not that easy to use." The man did not hide his irritability because of his failed expectations.

The person in charge of the report did not change the rhythm of her speech because of her boss's annoyance. After all, her task was to handle matters calmly at all times.

So she continued: "However, a magician summoned a servant in the park in broad daylight and admired the command spell for a long time... But the servant just turned into a wonderful phantom and did not reveal his true identity. Body. This magician easily got rid of our surveillance while basking in the sun. I originally thought the other party was a fool, but now it seems that he has some ability."

"Even the nature of the heroic spirit and other information are still missing?"

"Yes." The female voice responded, "And the most concerning thing is that this magician seems to be accompanied by an ordinary person. This makes me feel that this guy is not here to participate in the Holy Grail War, but to be with friends. Get up and travel, and by the way be selected to participate in the Holy Grail War."

"Combined with the other party's blatant summoning of heroic spirits, that's really... arrogant enough, isn't it?" After hearing the report, the man felt even more irritated and had a headache, "What about the other information?"

"No, especially the first heroic spirit that appeared. Although the whole city was covered with surveillance, not even a trace of him was found. We only observed his appearance, and other information and even the 'starting point' of the appearance were all from No idea.”

"Look at the good things those guys in China have done, I wish they could publicize it so that everyone knows about it."

The man was probably referring to the conversation between Langar and Faldius a few days ago.

However, his men shook their heads and denied: "No, in fact, the appearance of the first heroic spirit happened almost at the same time as his 'propaganda activities'."

"...Then this heroic spirit is most likely summoned by Cao Qiu." The man quietly stood up from the chair and said with an unhappy face, "Forget it, after all, the biggest obstacle is the King of Heroes. Just get rid of him.”

"yes."

I thought the room would fall into dead silence as the words fell. Just then, the phone on the table by the window suddenly rang loudly.

The owner of the room reluctantly picked up the phone and said in a businesslike tone: "...Hello?"

"Hey! Stay safe, brother!"

The voice coming from the receiver made the man frown instantly.

"Warlock...what's the matter?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Let me tell you! I just happened to learn something from TV! I heard that there is a super beauty in this country. It costs millions to spend one night with her. This is Really?"

"...So what if it's true?"

"You can call her over tonight, brother."

The other party didn't mince words.

Hearing this, the face of the room owner became obviously gloomy: "I don't remember when I had a brother like you."

"What? Didn't we drink sworn wine before? Don't say you forgot! The word sworn wine sounds really good. I checked it on the Internet and it seems that Easterners often use this word. I like it!"