Infinity Throne

Chapter 736 Changshan Zhao Zilong joins in! (4600 words, 11 more updates for August monthly pass)

aside.

The shocked Kotomine stood up again.

immediately,

His heart was filled with an even stronger shock.

"Two Holy Grails?"

Kotomine said in shock.

Yi Lin nodded: "Other than that, there is no other reason that can be explained."

"It turns out," Kotomine Koichi lowered his head. He remembered the cause and effect of everything, and his surprised face showed a hint of realization: "This is the real reason why I, Kotomine Koichi, came here."

"what you mean?"

While Yi Lin was on guard against the enemy's magician heroic spirit attacking again, he noticed that there was something wrong in Kotomine's words and quickly asked.

He had long noticed that since arriving in Uruk City, Kotomine Justice had always looked preoccupied and was hiding some secrets.

Firstly, Irin is not a mind reader, and secondly, he is not cruel enough to torture and beat Kotomine fairly.

As a result, Yi Lin has never been able to ask Kotomine the secret in his heart.

But now,

Due to various changes, Kotomine's defense was inexplicably broken, and his mentality seemed to have collapsed. Now was the best time to talk.

Yi Lin is very skilled at this job.

Kotomine gave Yi Rin a fair look. Now that things have happened, there is nothing to hide. He said bitterly: "Ten years ago, my teacher sent me to the small church in Uk Town. And I became a member of the 'Temple Church'."

"Temple Church?"

"For many years, the struggle of magicians has been hidden in the dark. In reality, the Holy Grail War was launched not only once. But every time, due to various reasons, the Holy Grail could not reappear in the world." Speaking of this, Kotomine The impartial gaze inadvertently fell on Mirien, who was fighting fiercely on the battlefield in the distance, but quickly moved away.

"Then?"

Yi Lin asked.

"And the Holy Church, every time a Holy Grail War is launched, it will send a 'referee' to preside over the Holy Grail War."

"Referee?" Yi Lin quickly combined human nature and thought of one of the possibilities: "If I guess correctly, the failure of the Holy Grail War has nothing to do with the Holy Church."

"Yes." Kotomine nodded impartially: "Since the Third Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail has been contaminated with something terrible. It has changed from a pure wishing machine to one full of malice and uses various methods to fulfill wishes. Destroy the ceremony.”

Yi Lin remembered what Cecilia had said to him in the space of evil thoughts. As a magician with orthodox inheritance, Feng Zhengyi should know something, so Yi Lin continued to ask: "I have always I’m curious, what’s the reason why magicians fail repeatedly and launch Holy Grail Wars?”

"You don't know?" Yi Lin's question surprised Kotomine. He looked at Yi Rin repeatedly. Kotomine always thought that since Yi Rin was from the Clock Tower, he should be a serious magician. But how could a serious magician not know what he was pursuing?

"I only pursue 'knowledge'." Yi Lin understood the surprise in the other person's eyes, shrugged slightly, and took the initiative to explain in a clever way.

At the same time, Yi Lin found that she still knew very little about the inside of the Tower of War server.

One force after another, one country after another, the intricate and chaotic situations, and the mysteries hidden in the dust of history are far more complicated and difficult to understand than his country.

Here, the importance of a unified country is reflected.

In the Tower of Death server, almost 90% of the apostles are from the Dragon Kingdom, and they rarely encounter strangers.

Fighting and killing in the other world can be regarded as internal fighting even if you take ten thousand steps back. But the Tower of War server is different. Once the order collapses and the extraordinary rises, it will trigger an extraordinary war that will affect the entire Europe in minutes.

At this time,

Kotomine hesitated for a moment before answering Yi Lin's question: "Every generation of magicians pursues only the "root" throughout their lives. "

"source?"

Yi Lin was stunned.

This word is slightly higher in style.

"Yes, "root". Kotomine nodded impartially: "But in fact, this is an illusory existence. Some people have traveled all over the world, searched the history of many countries, and found that many people in history have pursued similar existences - the only, the truth, eternity, miracles, infinity, ultimate, door... But in fact, what they have What they are pursuing are similar, maybe even the same place. "

Irin noticed that Kotomine used a strange word when describing the "root" fairly.

--"place".

The root is a place?

This is slightly different from Yi Lin's initial impression.

For this abstract concept, Yi Lin feels that it should be understood as some kind of "power".

"So, what are the roots?"

Kotomine shook his head: "No one knows. In fact, no magician can truly reach the "root". But they speculated that that place contained infinite magic power, which was inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Any magic, any power, and any miracle could be easily achieved in that place. "

Yi Lin laughed dumbly: "Infinite magic power? Aren't you talking about the Age of Gods?"

Kotomine was stunned.

suddenly,

He subconsciously wanted to refute.

But for some reason, he couldn't refute it.

This is a way of opening that was never imagined.

yes,

If, in a nutshell, magicians only pursue the root, wouldn’t this age of gods, where even the air is filled with rich magic power, be very close to the “root” that magicians pursue?

Irin listened to the information from Kotomine's mouth while paying attention to the battle situation, multi-tasking.

On the battlefield, things are changing rapidly.

Gilgamesh was busy giving orders and had no time to think about anything else for the time being.

Let Irin and Kotomine, two people, paddle the water openly and honestly.

But it was impossible for Yi Lin to paddle. After the opponent's magician released a wave of thunder bombs, there was no other movement.

Yi Lin's teleportation circle can easily deflect the opponent's thunder attack. What he is doing now cannot be called paddling.

To be precise, it should be——

Sit at the base camp;

Guard Uruk;

Be a quiet, awesome trump card that will never be used unless absolutely necessary.

A desperate war is taking place on the cruel battlefield.

On both sides of the war, one side is the human beings whose world has been destroyed and forced to a dead end, and the other side is the alien race and the gods.

Every minute, someone dies.

At the same time, different types of monsters fell.

Uruk soldiers, before dying, even used their nails, teeth, and limbs to wrap around the monster, providing their friends with a slim chance of counterattack.

They thought that the fighters they fought for with their lives bit by bit would eventually lead Uruk to victory.

Yi Lin was paying close attention to the movements on the battlefield, her heart stilled, and she turned her gaze away.

His fair conversation with Kotomine went back to the beginning.

Yi Lin asked: "Why did you come here?"

Kotomine answered fairly: "Because, my teacher. Ten years ago, he said something to me. He said that today, ten years from now, I will leave a crucial mark in history."

"Here?" Yi Lin pondered.

Kotomine smiled bitterly: "It's very possible. My teacher, the great sage of Wandering Sea. How many years he lived has become a mystery. It is said that he has a pair of eyes that can 'predict the future'. He knows Uk Town These things will happen, in fact, before you came, my teacher arrived at Uk Town first."

"What did your teacher say?"

Kotomine hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "He played chess with me... chess."

Yi Lin was silent.

Kotomine said impartially: "But after you reminded me, I finally understand. It turns out that what the teacher said, I will leave a crucial mark in history, is probably referring to this Holy Grail War. Cecilia ·Which Einzbern family does Von Einzbern come from? Their family is different from other magician families. It has been passed down from generation to generation. The Einzbern family is not pursuing the "root", but to realize the ability to truly transform magic. The Holy Grail brings the ultimate magic "Celestial Grail" to modern times, and for this, they do not hesitate to pay any price. "

"They used Einzbern's technology to create the "Living Holy Grail" that is qualified to become a "vessel". Once the ritual is successful, the "Living Holy Grail" will acquire the ultimate magic power, reach the source, merge with the Holy Grail, and allow the true Holy Grail to descend. "

Container... Living Holy Grail...?

Yi Lin's face became a little more solemn.

He remembered the scene in the subspace where Cecilia stripped naked in front of him without hesitation. Although the time was short, Yi Lin was not an ordinary person, and he could see the "magic mark" on Cecilia's body in an instant.

At this time, combined with Kotomine's fair words, Yilin finally connected the cause and effect, with a bit of surprise in his tone: "Cesiya, is the living Holy Grail!"

"I'm afraid so."

"This is not difficult to understand." Yi Lin subconsciously picked at the dead skin on his forehead, cleared his thoughts, and fell into deep thought: "If the Holy Grail came to reality, it was Cecilia... No, to be precise, it was Wandering Sea. , Clock Tower, the real purpose of all the 'magicians' involved in the layout, I probably know what Cecilia wants to do next."

"What does she want to do?" Kotomine looked at Yi Lin in surprise.

He thought to himself that he, an orthodox magician, had never understood it. How could you, a half-baked magician who had become a monk and didn't even know the "origin", understand it?

But Kotomine did not dare to say this in front of Yi Lin.

There is a sinister look in Yi Lin's eyebrows and a slightly ferocious smile, which always gives Kotomine the impression that this person is not easy to get along with.

It's better not to talk nonsense.

Yi Lin shook his head and continued to pick at the dead skin. Anyway, the dead skin can even block bullets, so it won't matter no matter how you pick at it. He did not hide his speculation and said: "I haven't figured out how to do it specifically. But it's nothing more than that. , Cecilia wants to return the current situation to the most essential 'ritual'."

Kotomine looked at Irin in surprise.

Yi Lin smiled: "The Holy Grail ceremony is essentially seven heroic spirits fighting each other. The magic power of the fallen heroic spirits will converge on the Holy Grail, and eventually condense into a huge magic power, becoming a wish-making machine that can grant wishes to a certain extent - —Holy Grail. But she may not have thought that the theme of this "Singularity Point" is the Age of Gods, and there is also a real Holy Grail here, well, although it may be false. Heroic spirits will not fight each other, which is inconsistent with the original ritual rules. "

Kotomine nodded in agreement.

"So, she didn't know how to use the Holy Grail in her body to summon the seven heroic spirits and perform the ritual again. Perhaps it was because of the huge magic power contained here that she succeeded in doing this."

Kotomine understood and stared: "In other words, in the end, our seven heroic spirits will still have to fight with the other seven heroic spirits! Whoever survives in the end will get the real Holy Grail?" Kotomine's lips slightly twitched. Trembling, he murmured: "Red and black...the battle between red and black...is this the fate of heroic spirits?"

"The Battle of Red and Black? Ha, I like this name."

Yi Lin looked into the distance again.

"The miscellaneous fish is almost dead, and it's time for the opponent's 'general' to appear."

…

The opponent's magician used Ten Thousand Thunder Clouds to give Uruk a warm greeting.

After saying hello, there was no other sound.

As if waiting.

Both the red side represented by Uruk and the dark black heroes on the opposite side seemed to be waiting.

Waiting for the moment to appear.

Unlike Yi Lin, the seven "pseudo heroic spirits" who come from modern times and have no heroic background, if the seven heroic spirits summoned by the other party are really from the past, future, history, fantasy, and belief in the Holy Grail War, , then, heroic spirits should have their own strength and pride.

Miriam's talent is indeed breathtaking.

Speed, strength, reaction, and various physical qualities, after being intensely strengthened in a short period of time, everyone will experience a process of "discomfort".

It's not that the higher the attribute, the better.

Only by knowing your body and abilities best can you exert your greatest strength.

Of course, the above sentence is relative and not absolute.

Suppose an ant suddenly possesses the power of a human being. Then it would not be a problem for this ant to easily kill the ants that were in the same nest.

Under the overwhelming strength, all theories are empty clouds.

But Miriam's physical fitness has not improved to such an extent.

She adapted to the new attributes and new rules in the shortest possible time.

On the battlefield, Mirien is like a ray of light. She shuttles among the monsters. She moves her hands and feet, waving invisible sharp blades. In front of Mirien's gauntlet, the sticky blood gradually changes the shape and length of the weapon that Mirien deliberately concealed. , exposed.

at the same time.

Behind the herd.

Cecilia appeared in a flash wearing a cloak.

In front of her, six figures shrouded in black light were sitting, standing, or lying in different postures.

in,

A handsome blond man stood smiling with a gorgeous broad sword at his waist.

A tall man wearing dragon-patterned armor, with long hair tied behind his head, and a spear slung behind his back.

A wild woman with dark skin, scars on her face, and a fierce face, wrapped in animal skins and iron sheets on key parts, and wearing a strange armband on her right arm, lying on the battlefield with a unrestrained posture, her cold eyes, Stare into the distance.

A man with an oriental face, wearing a black ancient robe and a crown on his head, stood proudly with an ancient sword on his waist, and his brows showed arrogance.

A man with a beard and a suit looked around with empty hands, as if he was very curious about everything around him and wanted to explore the secrets of the world.

Finally, a girl with long pink hair and a pretty face was sitting on the ground, staring intently at an old-fashioned flip phone in her hand, her fingers clicking on the keyboard. On her thigh lay an ordinary fire axe.

"You should understand the reason why you appear in this era."

Cecilia said coldly to the six people who were completely uncooperative.

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves. On the backs of her hands, there were a total of twenty-one "Command Spells" of different styles. Through these Command Spells, she could command these seven people from different eras, different time and space, and different countries. Powerful heroic spirit.

The man with the spear on his back took a step forward.

He remained silent, his eyes as electric as dew, with his divine light hidden.

In an instant, he locked onto the figure of a girl slashing monsters with a sword in the chaotic battlefield.

"interesting."

The next second,

Boom!

The ground trembled!

Black's gun level disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

No!

He didn't disappear!

A black stream of light, like lightning, passed through the layers of beasts and broke into the battlefield without warning!

"Look at the gun!"

The person who came was fair and aboveboard. He was a hundred meters away and was shouting loudly.

His speed is as fast as lightning.

His spear is like a spear, like a rainbow.

On the battlefield, like a hard-working bee, Mirien went around killing monsters. Her whole body was covered with animal blood. In an instant, she was shocked. Before she understood what happened, her body suddenly started to move. She was invisible. The sword blocked back.

Class skill: "Intuition"!

An almost instinctive reflex!

Ding!

Mirien blocked the attack from behind, but her feet were unable to withstand the opponent's strength and collapsed toward the ground.

The one who comes is one man, one shot, and brave enough to enter the battlefield.

Behind the splashing sparks, a handsome and resolute face slowly lifted up after the collision of the gun and the sword, with a faint smile on his face.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong, come forward!"