Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

What he used to summon the heroic spirit was a snake slough, the oldest snake slough in the world, which was prepared to summon the oldest king Gilgamesh.

However, something seems to be wrong now, and it hasn't come out for so long.

Dystocia, I say!

The two men in the basement stared nervously at the light, which became stronger and stronger, so thick and dazzling that they had to close their eyes.

When they closed their eyes, several people quarrelled in their ears.

"Get out of the way for my mother!"

This is the voice of Sister Zhang Kuangyu: "Squeeze your sister! Squeeze! You two bastards are bullying my mother, right..."

"Bastard! This king is the oldest king!"

This is the voice of a middle-aged man, so powerful that people can tell it is Ye Liangchen's kind of street boy: "Damn sow, oh, don't grab my hair..."

"sow?"

This is the voice of a mad loli: "Hey, so angry, where did this bitch come out as a fake? Hey! That tumor in the back, first get rid of this one, let's talk about other things... "

Thus, in the passage of nothingness, an inexplicable battle broke out among the three oldest kings named Shining...

Leaving elegant men and pleasant men speechless in the basement.

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On the river in Guanbuzi City, Wilderness Zonglian had already died long ago.

But with that bit of obsession, it has dragged on until now.

As the Buddha's blood in his body dripped into the river water, more and more white lotus blossoms bloomed all over the place. The blossoms were clean and dust-free. The sudden snowstorm just now couldn't hurt these lotus flowers. They seemed to be just phantoms. Unaffected by the outside world, only beings like Zhu Xian Sword Spirit can touch them.

The monk's lips were pale, his face was black, and the blood on his clothes was already black.

He is about to pass away, but he still can't let go of all living beings.

"If you have the sentiment of sacrificing for the world, how will the world repay you?"

This is the last question from the heart, and the determination in Zonglian's eyes in the wilderness is finally empty.

He didn't get the result he wanted.

He has not fulfilled his great wish to save the world, so he will end here.

Esther didn't know what she was thinking. She jumped up and down on these white lotus flowers, which seemed very interesting, but her little face was tense, as if she had encountered some difficult problem.

"Little benefactor, what do you think of these lotus flowers?"

Wilderness Zonglian can no longer speak with his mouth. Fortunately, he can still transmit some information in the air and on the water with his years of practice.

Esther froze for a moment, then nodded, San Wu's little face couldn't express any emotions: "These flowers are very beautiful."

After a short silence, he added, "I like it very much."

The monk laughed ho ho, laughing hard.

"If there is an afterlife, I want to be a white lotus..."

In the breeze, Wilderness Zonglian looked at the sky, took one last look, and sighed contentedly.

"At that time, it must have been a holy white lotus..."

In the breeze, the white-clothed Bodhisattva sits and melts, his body is like sand dust, which is scattered with the wind little by little, and finally returns to nothingness.

Zhuxian Sword Spirit didn't care about his life or death, she was a little worried, just now she suddenly couldn't sense the master's breath.

The little sword spirit frowned beautifully, she seldom frowned, and when she frowned, there was a killing intent between heaven and earth.

The Immortal Execution Sword, thirsty for the blood of a great Bodhisattva close to Buddha, clanked, responding to this extremely rare anger.

It's not that she can't be angry, it's just that few things can affect her heart.

The sword spirit of Zhuxian has been awakened since ancient times, but it has no form, and has been ignorant and ignorant. It was taken by the Taoist ancestors to travel the world, inspired by the essence of the sun and the moon, rendered by the human world, and it has gone through thousands of years. come out.

The first thing she saw was her master.

Now, the aura of Taoist Liangyi suddenly disappeared, and he could no longer be contacted. In the heart of this simple little sword spirit, he naturally thought that her master was dead.

Heartbroken, sad and angry, it finally turned into a murderous intent.

From ancient times to the present, the murderous aura dyed on the sword of Zhu Xian is simply beyond human imagination.

Between the sky and the earth, the wind and cloud changed color, and the black and yellow trembled. The magicians of Dongpu were the first to bear the brunt. Boss Luo, who was preparing to burn paper in the courtyard for his juniors and brothers who had known each other for many years, wiped away the tears from his face. Changing, I couldn't help but yelled: "I hate your grandma..."

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Just two chapters, people don't want the special reason of power outage...

Chapter 105 Chapter [-] Maybe, Alexander probably really has that tendency

Emiya Kiritsugu is panicking now.

Can't panic...

He just summoned a heroic spirit and ended up summoning himself—no, to be precise, Daozu's wife.

Of course, there is not much difference between him and Daozu now, he and Liangyi must be part of this huge high-dimensional existence - to use a popular metaphor, it is like the relationship between tentacles and tentacle monsters...

Especially that face, tsk tsk tsk, almost exactly the same.

So the summoned girl frowned at the first sight of him.

That face is exactly the same as that of Alquite's Heroic King of Rome, the same hair, and the same height, except for the clothes and temperament, there is basically no difference between the two of them——

Oh, there is still a difference...milk volume.

Sorry sorry, I forgot such an important thing, it's my fault.

This beautiful woman whose job title is Saber is the rumored legendary king of Britain, King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon.

His title is the Pure White Knight King.

Wearing a pure white backless armor, the two strands of golden long hair by the ears gave the king a bit of a girly look, and the small exposed shoulders were snow-white, and against the white armor, he looked like a whole person. All extremely petite.

But a delicate little face is very serious: "Excuse me, are you my M?"

Then I noticed Emiya Kiritsugu who looked astonished and Irisviel who looked strange...

His eyes froze on the man's face, and the serious expression disappeared suddenly. Joy, grievance and...jealousy gradually appeared on the small face, and tears began to accumulate in a pair of big blue eyes...

"Teacher... who is this woman?"

King Arthur, who followed the call, sniffed his nose, wiped his tears, and finally pouted, with an unhappy expression on his face, come and coax me...

Kiritsugu slapped his face blankly, he wants to die now...

"You fuck me!"

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The Battle of Sword Rail is famous as King Arthur's final battle.

In this battle, King Arthur slew the rebellious Mordred, but was mortally wounded himself and died shortly afterwards.

After this war, the prosperous Britain declined, and all the history faded along with the rise and fall of the country after that, leaving only some specious legends.

The authenticity of these legends is very vague, and it is not clear at all whether they are true or false.

Just like now, Weber covered his face feebly.

Webber Velvet was a rookie magician and a student of the Clock Tower. Werther's magician family background was only three generations old, but he always believed that he had talent.

...The grandmother of the first generation was just the mistress of a certain magician, and she only learned the basic magic while whispering on the pillow, and the mother of the second generation only inherited magic with the awareness of "cherishing the important memories of mother" .

Therefore, it was Weber's generation who really started to seriously explore magic, so both the number of magic circuits and the quality of magic imprints were extremely poor.

So being a mistress seems to be quite promising... right?

Maybe you can learn some weird things.

Although his innate condition is very poor, he is very confident, inexplicably confident.

He is very confident, but at the same time very cowardly.

The physique is not good, the magic power is not good, and the summoned is still a pure man, unable to replenish the magic - this, ahem, it is not certain.

It should be the weakest Master in this Holy Grail War.

However, his heroic spirit seems to be pretty good.

Okay, let me talk about the basic setting of the Holy Grail War first, although many people know it, but in order to prevent people from mocking me, "I can't understand what I wrote", I will do it briefly an introduction.

To put it simply, the seven people and the seven ghosts are divided into seven groups for a knockout match, and the group that survives at the end gets a chance to make a wish to the root... probably like this.

To put it more complicatedly, starting from three hundred years ago, about once every sixty years, the spiritual power in the leylines of Fuyuki City will accumulate enough to support the Holy Grail, so there is a Holy Grail with the power to instantly fulfill any wish It will appear in Fuyuki City.

However, only a group of Masters and Servants (M and S for short) can get this power.

The seven Ms must be magicians, and the seven Ss correspond to seven professions, swordsman, archer, knight, mage, assassin, berserker... What else is there, oh oh oh, lucky E's spearman .

...This combination, um, if you add a blood-recovery priest, you can happily push Shuke's boss, right?

Therefore, an unwritten covenant was established, and seven magicians, led by the heroic spirits they summoned, fought a battle for the ownership of the Holy Grail, and the victor who survived in the end would get the ownership of the Holy Grail - this is Fuyuki City's Holy Grail War.

However, it is actually a huge ritual system planned by the Einzbern family, the Tohsaka family, and the Matou family to reach the root.

Of course, let’s not mention whether it can reach the root, but it is true that it can touch the third method, and Weber wants to use this as an opportunity to improve his magic.

"What a small wish..."

The person who said this was a burly man, very big, tall and big, thick and long, with a bronze and rough complexion, one could tell at a glance that this man had lived in the plateau or desert all year round, with short wild and fiery red hair, and a pair of copper bells With such big eyes, his whole body is full of muscles, he is not angry and majestic, and he is scary when he laughs.

This is the King of Conquerors, whose original name was Iskandar. He was born in the Kingdom of Macedonia about [-] BC. He studied under the famous ancient Greek scholar Aristotle. He went to war with his father at the age of eighteen and inherited the throne at the age of twenty.He is the greatest military genius in European history and the most famous conqueror of the Macedonian Empire.

He is a man of great talent, courageous and good at fighting, and led the army to hire Eurasian and African continents, making the ancient Greek civilization spread widely. He is recorded in history as a dwarf...

Wei Bo raised his head, compared his height, swallowed his saliva, this man must be nearly two meters.

Like Fu Jian in Chinese history, Alexander the Great in European history was bisexual...

Wei Bo took a step back subtly, covering his back with his hands. Just now, the Great Emperor tore open the rolling shutter door and walked out step by step from the closed bookstore, holding a roll of maps in his hand.