Rubbish protagonist, I can do it too!

"He came to stop me this time, probably because he wanted to find a reason to sacrifice himself. If he can defeat him, he will give his life to himself."

"Sure enough, it's Hassan, the incomparably loyal mantra."

Hall nodded and agreed: "Okay."

"grateful."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist heaved a sigh of relief. Hall could completely protect the East Village on his behalf and help the villagers live a better life.

Chapter 326 Crown Assassin

Hall and Hassan the Cursed Wrist went to the depths of the mountains one by one. The road was uninhabited, and there were mountains stretching to the horizon in the past. Thick clouds and fog covered the mountainside, only the top of the mountain was exposed.

Although the scenery is picturesque, it gives people a kind of dead silence that lacks vitality.

No matter how many mountains you climb, it is always difficult to see greenery on the road.

Curse-arm Hassan was like black smoke drifting across the mountain road, hesitantly asked: "Your Majesty the Magician, is your insistence on seeing the first generation related to the fact that the Holy Land is held by the group of round tables who call themselves the Lion King?"

"Has the news reached East Village?"

"Yes, some time ago, the villagers who came out of the village brought back news that the evil men who called themselves the Lion King drove away the crusaders who occupied the Holy Land, and then established the Pure White City in the Holy Land, in the name of God Perform a ritual called Holy Ba.”

Hall said: "The Lion King is one of the root causes of the disturbance of this era, and it is also the reason why you were summoned to this world as a servant."

Hassan, the cursed arm, landed lightly on a boulder, and cursed bitterly: "Sure enough, you practiced evil karma in the name of God! Defiled the Holy Land! Unforgivable!"

Then he cursed bitterly: "There is also that hateful Sun King who occupied the land of the ancestors! Not only did the soil become deserted, but also a large number of evil creatures were summoned into this world!"

Hassan, the curse arm, smiled wryly and shook his head: "As Hassan, he can't expel them from the land of their ancestors. He is no longer qualified to bear the name of Hassan. How can we stop this distress."

Hall comforted: "If you can solve any problem, then you will not be Hassan. The first generation must understand your situation. You can protect the East Village and take on the responsibility of guardianship. You have done your best. Sang's responsibility."

"I hope so."

The footsteps of the servants were so fast that Hassan could cross a big mountain in a few jumps.

Hall's speed was not slow either. Under the influence of the wind elemental spirit, he could fly rather than walk, and the earth elemental spirit could also reduce the gravity of the earth.

Cursor found a dilapidated wooden house on a mountainside and suggested: "Your Majesty the Magician, we are not far from the Azrael Temple. How about resting here for the time being and replenishing your magic power?"

Hall glanced at the wooden house, guessing in his heart that it was built for worshipers going to the Azrael Temple, but from the dilapidated condition and the leaky holes, it can be inferred that no one has used it for many years.

"it is good."

Hall was dumbfounded, but Hassan, the curse arm, was surprisingly caring. If Hall was an ordinary magician, it would take a lot of magic power just to keep up with his A+ speed.

"Speaking of which, Lord Magician, is your servant nearby? If you don't mind, let her come in and rest."

"No need." Hall shook his head.

Cursed Wrist tore off the black cloak and spread it on the dirty floor, took out some dry food and water from somewhere, and gave some to Hall.

Hall didn't refuse, and he ate a few bites. Compared with modern food, the taste is not good. There is no seasoning for jerky, which can't cover up the stench of the meat itself. Things similar to bread are also hard and tasteless, and even sand can be bitten.

Hall will pursue delicious food, but he is not picky, not to mention these medieval foods. When there is a shortage of food, Hall can even roast and eat monsters.

"Your Excellency the Magician, please pay attention when approaching the Temple of Azrael. The Temple of Azrael is built in the valley, close to the abyss of death, it will affect the soul of the living, and you may be able to see the dead in a moment. figure."

"Glen..." Hall nodded.

"That is the world where the dead walk. The first generation of adults has been living in the valley to protect the peace of the dead. That's why he was named the Angel of Death [Azrael]. It is said that the first generation of adults disliked this title very much."

"I will pay attention."

Hall's consciousness connected with the contract: "The queen who rules the land of shadows and the guardian of the valley, I feel that the first Hassan is very similar to you in every sense."

Hall suppressed a smile in his heart, and he didn't say a word. Isn't this the most classic combination of grandparents in FGO? If you find a mother, marry a wife, and raise a daughter, the family will be happy.

"Are you talking about a joke? I'm sorry that I can't understand the master's thoughts. I only feel unhappy about the existence of the same nature. The more similar, the closer to the relationship between natural enemies." Scatha's voice was heard in Hall's echoed in consciousness.

"lets go."

"Your Excellency the Magician, has the magic power recovered?"

"I didn't consume much magic power in the first place."

"yes."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist nodded, packed up his things and started on the road again. The closer the group approached the Yazrael Temple, the lower the temperature became. The strange thing was that the surrounding area did not freeze due to the low temperature.

"These are the breaths of death that freeze the soul, and this land has become the kingdom of the dead," Skaha explained.

The breath of death has little effect on Hall, and Hassan, who is a spirit body, seems to be used to it.

Finally, Hall saw the Temple of Azrael on a flat ground with the valley behind.

A magnificent and quaint building, quiet and cold, like a small church, with two statues of women standing in front of the door, holding skulls in their hands.

A few candle lamps were placed in the foyer, providing poor lighting for the place, making the atmosphere even more gloomy and eerie.

There is no magical reaction, but there is a heavy pressure that oppresses the soul and makes people breathless.

Huh?First-generation adults... aren't you angry?

Hassan, who came to the temple, was very surprised. He was ready to sacrifice his life.

Hall touched his chin and looked at the temple, but he didn't see the undead guarding here in the plot.

Scathach released his spiritual form, held the magic gun in his hand, and looked solemnly at the Azrael Temple in front of him.

"Any clues?" Hall asked.

Scathach's smile did not hide his excitement and militancy: "The front is the valley, the realm of death, not like me, slaughtering all beings to create the kingdom of shadows, the existence that dominates the valley is to maintain this world by itself, beyond my Unexpected."

"No one greets you, does that mean let us go in?" Hall rubbed his chin and pondered.

Not a bad thing either.

Hall turned his head and asked Curse Wrist Hassan: "Your Excellency Curse Wrist, do you want to stay here or go in with us?"

Hassan shook his head and said, "I'll just wait here. Hassan is not qualified to step into the temple."

More specifically, the living are not qualified to step into the spiritual temple. If you want to say when Hassan with the curse arm can enter it, it is probably when the first Hassan carried the head and bound it on the wall.

Hall came to the heavy gate of the spiritual temple and pushed hard, but the iron gate did not move at all.

"Skaha, without the specifications of a top-level follower, it is estimated that this door cannot be pushed open. Let me replace you."

Scathach shook his head: "The only one who can open this door is the master, which is also a respect for the master of this spiritual temple."

"Ok."

Hall opened the magic eye, stared at the heavy iron door in front of him, and suddenly felt dizzy. The magic eye felt severe pain, and a lot of blood overflowed from the eye socket.

really.

"Your Majesty the Magician!" Hassan the Curse Wrist shouted in horror. In his perception, Hall had become a dead man.

Hall waved his hand to indicate that it was okay: "Don't worry about it."

Hall had already had a hunch that the title of a resident on the second floor must not be so simple. This door is the door of the spiritual temple, which contains the realm of the valley held by the owner.

All things come from the source, and there must be an end when there is birth, and the end of things is called "death".

The so-called deep valley refers to reaching death, walking in the realm of death, and its ability performance is very similar to the highest level of straight death magic eye.

The holder of the magic eye of death once said: "Even if it is a god, I will kill you."

Whether this sentence is exaggerated when applied to her is still open to debate, but when applied to the first generation of Hassan, that is the most appropriate description.

The ability of the magic eye of death is to see death.

The first generation Hassan, who has set foot in the valley until now, is to end the destiny of those beings who have lost the opportunity to die, that is, to kill the beings who have no concept of death.

The realm and mystery contained in Yougu so far are no less than that of the King of Heroes' Deviation Sword.

"Whoo~"

Hall took a deep breath and realized that the magic eye did not have the ability to analyze the iron gate of the spiritual temple in front of him.

Then Hall also knew that even if all the magic power was used to burn it together with the soul, it probably wouldn't be able to push this door by a millimeter.

That's why Hall let Scathach push the door.

The reason why Scathach asked Hall to push the door is also very simple, she does not have this qualification, even if she has this ability.

Hall is the one who defeated Scathach, the master of Scathach, and Hall's visit to Glenwalker.

If Hall hadn't pushed the iron door open, the meaning would have been completely different.

Hall closed his eyes in thought.

Crown Servant...

The source is selected, the suppression is called, and the safety device used to protect the world.

The so-called selection of the root does not mean that the root determines the crown position. As a seat that records all phenomena in the world, the root has no will, but a computer that continuously records data.

The root determines who has the qualifications for the title, which is similar to the concept of the five major laws in magic.

However, having the crown qualification is basically useless. If you can be summoned, at most, your strength is stronger than that of ordinary followers. The crown determines the upper limit of followers.

What determines the difference between crown servants and ordinary servants is the crown spirit foundation given by the restraining power, which allows crown servants to exert their maximum strength limit.

At the same time, owning the crown spirit foundation means that one must work on restraint, and if one takes actions that do not qualify for the crown, one will be deprived of the crown qualification.

Every crown must be the pinnacle of an era.

"Without the strength of the crown, it is impossible to push open this iron door." Hall kneaded his brows and looked at Scarha again.

Scathach snorted: "Just use the power that defeated me before."

"I know that the owner of this spiritual temple thinks the same way."

Hall sighed, the magic eye stopped looking at the iron gate, and turned to look around the valley, the magic eye measured the stability of the world.

Although it is a deep valley, it still retains its connection with the world, and rashly using the power of the star cup will affect the root cause.

Hall pondered: "Skaha, I will borrow your treasure."

"random."

With the relationship of the contract, Hall unfolded the magic barrier on the spot, and a gate of phantom slowly emerged, opening a crack slightly, and blowing the storm of death.

Ice and snow poured out of the sky, mixed with the wailing of the soul.

"Noble Phantasm! You actually opened the kingdom of the dead in front of the spiritual temple!"

Curse Arm Hassan couldn't help stepping back in horror, watching this scene in horror, even if he was caught in this death storm, the Spirit Foundation would probably disappear on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Hassan the Cursed Wrist had a question in his heart, what did Hall want to do, did he want to use this power to deal with the first generation of adults?

Hassan, the curse arm, wants to remind Hall that the power of the kingdom of the dead is indeed very strong, but it is impossible to act on the first Hassan.

He then thought that he had already fulfilled his duty as a guide, and he was not qualified to participate in front of the spiritual temple.

In fact, Hall did intend to do so, but instead of using the opened gate of the underworld to directly confront the spiritual temple, he cut off the weak connection between the spiritual temple and the world and temporarily separated it from this world.

rumbling~

The gate of the underworld was completely opened, and the interior was barren permafrost. Countless undead escaped from the gate of the underworld, wanting to come to this world of the living.

Hassan's eyes widened, and he saw that the undead of the underworld stopped their movements the moment they passed through the gate of the underworld and came to the mausoleum, their peaceful faces were reflected in the blurred white shadows, and gradually disappeared.

"Sure enough, the first generation of adults is an existence that walks above death, and it is impossible to be affected by mere undead." Cursed Hassan sighed inwardly, looked at Hall, and the pupils of the eyes under the skull mask shrank instantly.

In the gap between the two worlds of the valley and the underworld, Hall released part of the power of the star cup.

When the irregular cube appeared in Hall's hands, in an instant, the scale of Hall's existence rose infinitely, and he stepped into another realm completely from the existence of a creature.

"how is this possible!"

Cursed Wrist Hassan stared at Hall dumbfounded. The aura he felt from Hall impacted his perception of the world all the time. At this moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

"Your Excellency the Magician...what the hell is..."

Hall walked to the door of the spiritual temple, pressed the iron door with both hands, and easily pushed it open.

All the visions disappeared like fireworks, and it was as if it had never happened in the blink of an eye.

Hall stepped into the interior of the spiritual temple, and the scene in front of him was just like the interior of the palace of the Pure White City, but the decoration style was different.

In the empty and dark hall, there are only stone pillars supporting the building, no sundries, no furniture in sight, some patterns carved on the walls and ground, simple and elegant.

A huge disc-shaped chandelier is hung on the dome, which is divided into two layers. The upper layer is filled with candles, and the lower layer is used to receive dripping wax.