I, Li Xiang, Sister Control Giant

Now that the battle has begun, how could Cú Chulainn, who is a madman, leave Lixiang so easily.

"hateful."

With a low scolding, Lixiang's expression became fierce.

The longbow was withdrawn, and the pitch-black sword and axe appeared in her hand. At the same time, a magic power spread from her body. The ferocious black and red made Lancer swallow subconsciously.

'Everything - tremble, weigh down. '

Ten times the gravity suddenly descended into the forest, and Lancer's retreating pace suddenly stagnated.

Shoot a hundred heads!

The longbow disappeared, the right hand swung a violent sword and axe, and the simple weapon made of the temple's cornerstone swung with extraordinary speed.

His vision seemed to dim in an instant, Lancer tried his best to get rid of the high gravity.

puff, puff...

The sharp sword and axe fell, and all the nine consecutive strikes were cut out in an instant.

The magic spear was blown away, and Cú Chulainn, who turned his head away, had several bloodstains on his body, and his abdomen was almost cut open, and blood spurted out like an injection.

boom----

Like a thunder in a clear sky, the dull crash resounded through the entire street.

Bazette clenched his fists, and just as he was about to attack the vigilant Ilya, a blue streak came straight towards her.

Taking a closer look, it was Cú Chulainn who was covered in blood.

【The blue spearmen who swirl and charge forward】

Cú Chulainn, who was severely injured by one blow and even triggered the continuation of the battle, might die on the spot if he suffered another blow.

With a flash of red light on the back of his hand, he used a Command Spell to repair Cú Chulainn's Bazette and reached out to catch him.

As if ordinary people hugged the flying shot put, the two flew out of control and crashed into a large villa on the edge of the town, which was the residence of the mayor of this town.

The drowsy radiance flashed, and nine dragon-shaped light cannons flew into it following the hole.

The dark center begins to compress.

The next moment, the roaring noise will spread to the whole town, and the vibration will make countless people get rid of the magic influence and see the rising mushroom cloud.

"Illya!"

"Berserker, I'm fine... get out of here."

"If you continue to fight, you will be exposed to the sight of ordinary people."

I don't know when, the magic barrier arranged by Bazette has disappeared.

It may be that Lancer and his master died in the light cannon that shot hundreds of heads, or it may be an explosion, which caused the damage to the enchantment.

"Illya will be fine."

Looking at the little Holy Grail that he had drawn, no Servant's soul entered it, it was obvious that Lancer was still alive.

But in that house, there is no Servant's breath anymore.

Chapter 188 Chapter [-]: The Status Quo of the Holy Grail War

The black limousine quietly drove out of the Einzbern Barrier in the early morning and headed for the nearest airport.

The Holy Grail War officially begins, and the seven-day countdown is very close.

Now that several days have passed since the battle with the magician Bazette, the four of them, Rika, Illya, Sera, and Lizelette, set off in a car.

A few people who are ready to arrive some time earlier, clean and live in the castle on the outskirts of Fuyuki.

At the moment, I was sitting in the car eating a small snack made by Lixiang. The golden ball was still steaming, and it was Ais' favorite red bean creamy fried potato ball.

"Lizelite! That's Missy's snack!"

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Faced with the reprimand of Sera, who was driving, Lizelite blinked, and calmly stuffed a potato ball into her mouth.

With that small expression, Sera gritted his teeth, if it wasn't for the fact that he might have stepped up with one punch.

In the back seat, Ilya, who had not woken up and had been sleepy all the time, was lying on Lixiang's lap, her body wrapped in lion skin, isolating the cold air that had seeped in from the car.

After all, it's still early and the temperature is really low.

The fingers stroked Illya's head, and the gentle movements made Illya always have a smile on her face when she was sleeping.

In the other hand is the information, about the rest of the Yusan family, as well as the information of Bazette.

All were collected by Ahad and provided to her.

The currently summoned Servant, also occupying the Berserker class, is actually Avenger Archer's Emiya Tatsuka.

And the top Servant of the Lancer class, Cu Chulainn.

From here, you can see how much convenience Einzbern has gained as one of the organizers.

In fact, there were only three factions that started the Holy Grail War.

Einzbern, the famous magician responsible for constructing the Holy Grail system, providing the Cup of the Third Dharma and alchemy.

The Tohsaka family, the administrator of Fuyuki City, is responsible for supplying the spiritual veins that supply the Great Holy Grail with magical power.

There is also the Maqiri family, who is responsible for planning the Servant for the magician to use in the Holy Grail War.

Incidentally, Maqiri has changed his surname to Matou.

Li Xiang's eyes flickered slightly.

So far, the information on the Holy Grail War in this world is no different from the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki that winter in her memory.

All the differences are probably in the following information.

Turning to the third page, Lixiang's expression was indifferent.

In the past two hundred years or so, in order to win the Holy Grail War, the three families have basically exhausted their financial resources, and there has been a serious phenomenon of lack of connection.

The most serious, the Matou family, even cut off their magic blood in the last Holy Grail War.

The only remaining 'only' male descendant is just an ordinary person who can't even use magic, which is embarrassing.

The Tohsaka family is a little better, but not too strong. Since the death of the head of the Tohsaka family in the Holy Grail War, it has also dealt a serious blow to this magic family.

In the entire Tohsaka family, there is only one girl who is less than eight years old, and the family's property is not taken care of.

Morning and evening, sit and eat the mountains and dig your own grave.

Einzbern, who is also in poor condition, will stop functioning completely after this Holy Grail War is over.

Ahad, who is a puppet terminal, has decided to automatically shut down when the time comes.

The cyborg family is bound to perish, and regardless of whether Lixiang wins or not, they have already come to an end, and even if they don't do something for Kiritsugu and Illya, they will perish on their own.

'Without Sakura, is this a world without Matou Sakura? '

Li Xiang was silent, and sighed with a complicated expression.

This is not the world that belongs to her, it will not be the Fuyuki she lived in, and even if Matou Sakura exists, it will not be her Sakura.

Mingming knew this long ago, but the emotions in my heart at this moment are more complicated.

Sure enough, I still want to meet again...

'What the hell am I expecting, Baka. '

Rubbing her temples, Tachika hugged Illya, who was sleeping soundly, in her arms.

The black limousine was parked, and the group of four caught up with the boarding time and sat in the first class flight to Fuyuki.

As a famous magician, Einzbern also has a lot of industries outside, so there is no shortage of funds and anything, and it is natural that a few people are in first class.

"Um... Berserker, have you arrived at Fuyuki?"

In her arms, Ilya, who was sleeping with her heart on her head, finally woke up after sleeping enough.

The dazed little cutie showed a rather simple and honest smile, with her chin resting somewhere on Lixiang, her eyes almost narrowed into a line.

"Just got on the plane. To be precise, it's still early. Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Picking up the wooden comb, Lixiang helped Ilya comb through the messy hair, the soft silver threads slipped down the fingertips, and the entangled parts were separated.

After a while, Illya, who was still in a daze, sat in the vacant seat that belonged to her.

Handing a bag of potato balls to Ilya, Lixiang felt someone approaching her side.

"Hello, do you need a lunch?"

It was noon now, but Li Xiang, who didn't need to eat, had no idea about lunch for the time being.

Without looking back, Lixiang refused directly.

"Thank you, no need for now."

"Then do you need a hot drink?"

The plane had already taken off for a while, and it was already very cold weather, and it was estimated to be terrifyingly cold outside.

A delicious hot drink is indeed a good choice.

He took out a large thermos cup from the crystal dice, and Lixiang, who brought his own hot drink, politely refused again.

"Thank you, no need for now."

"Excuse me, do you need snacks?"

"No, you can ask other passengers."

"Then do you need a napkin?"

The stewardess still asked persistently.