There is indeed a problem with my summoning spirit system

Chapter 247 244. The Devil's Fate

Unmistakably killing both the master and the servant as his opponent at the same time, this is Emiya Kiritsugu's self-consciousness as a participant in the Holy Grail War.

Ever since the sea demon summoned by Caster appeared in Weiyuanchuan, his focus has been on finding traces of the opponent's master.

In the previous investigation, Emiya Kiritsugu had roughly figured out the basic conditions of most of the masters and servants.

Caster's master, Ryunosuke Uyu, is a criminal, a natural killer who gets pleasure from the act of killing.

Where would such a person stay when his followers were about to kill him?
He should stay in the best special seat and watch his servant's killing feast with great interest, right?

If so, a sidewalk surrounded by railings next to Weiyuanchuan.It is the best stand to appreciate Caster's "great feat".

There is no doubt that the Master who is a servant of the Holy Grail War must be a magician.

Through the sniper rifle scope with infrared heat sensing function, Emiya Kiritsugu easily found one on a speedboat on the Unto River, dancing beside the river, his body showing the appearance of a magician because of his magic circuit and magic power. Exclusive heat release mode for anyone.

Master of Caster, Ryunosuke Ugyu.

The index finger of the right hand that hooked the trigger kept retracting at a constant speed, without any trembling or pause during the whole process.

Harvesting life is a common experience for both Emiya Kiritsugu and Ubu Ryunosuke.

But unlike Ryunosuke Uyu who finds happiness in killing and various killings, taking the life of others is just a repetitive job for Emiya Kiritsugu, his profession.

Use the most efficient way, the fastest speed, and the most stable state to complete the killing and spread death.

Hobbies and work, after all, are different.

Then, he dialed the phone.

Caster's master has been wiped out, leaving only the servant Caster.

As a magician, the most important thing is that Caster, who has a treasure that can be used as a furnace with magic power——"The Textbook of Luoyan City", unlike other followers who have to sign contracts with other masters to obtain new ones after losing the source of magic power. Magic, otherwise it will disappear.

Caster Gilderas can continue the Holy Grail War by using the magic power of the book of the Luoyan City.

In order to definitely eliminate Caster, Emiya Kiritsugu needs strength.The power to kill the sea demon with extraordinary resilience summoned by Caster with one strike.

Fortunately, his servant Artoria Pendragon happened to have this ability.

A Noble Phantasm, the ultimate armament of a servant, a materialized miracle, the proof of a hero held by a servant.

The crystallization of human beings' desire to pray for miracles, known as the Noble Phantasm, is the strongest weapon created with human fantasy as the skeleton.

It may be the weapon held by the follower, the symbol of the follower, the trick that the follower is famous for, of course, it can also be an excellent weapon, or it may be some kind of unique skill.

And the strongest Noble Phantasm held by Saber Artoria Pendragon, the Anti-City Noble Phantasm - so powerful that it can overcome the fortress-level defense - Excalibur, is the best way to break through the current dangerous situation.

"Oh? These bastards seem to have some countermeasures."

Gilgamesh, who is hovering high in the sky on the mythical flying machine Vimana, is watching with great interest the King of Knights who walks on the water and gradually moves forward on the Weiyuan River.

An almost sinister smile appeared on the face of the hero king Gilgamesh.

The king is the ruler, the king is the ruler, the king is the most powerful person in the territory where he is.

The king does not need to follow the secular conventions, the king can ignore the constraints of morality, and everything the king does and says is correct.

And precisely because he is the king, Gilgamesh never hides his desire.

Including coveting for beauty, or possessiveness.

At the banquet last night, he was fascinated by the code of conduct displayed by the girl with the title of "Knight King".

What fascinates him is not the "lofty" ideal. For Gilgamesh, the "king of himself" who dominates everything, the ideal of restraining himself to dedicate himself to the country can only be described as stupid.For him, the country should die for the king.

What moved him was the girl's pain, her resoluteness, her sacrifice and her helplessness in failing to realize her wish after the sacrifice.

The idea of ​​letting a king with lofty ideals and sticking to principles abandon his ideals and accept his own love made Gilgamesh very happy.

In his time, he had only one king in the world, so such amusing entertainment was also the first for Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh, the original king who possesses all the power in the world and enjoys all the splendor and wealth, is enjoying the completely fresh stimulation brought by the "first time".

But the idea is just an idea so far.Gilgamesh didn't put it into practice.

A mere beauty, as a king, just such vulgar things as a graceful body and exquisite appearance would not excite him.

He also needs all other things, he needs to determine whether there is any quality that can make his heart beat in this noble girl,
"Okay Saber, let me see it. Your glorious value as a heroic spirit will be judged by this king."

Gilgamesh's ruby-like pupils locked tightly on the King of Knights standing on the water.

Arturia walked on the lake like she was walking on flat ground.

Protected by the Lake Fairy, she never sinks into the water.

She used to bear the responsibility of the king.Now she shoulders the mission of stopping the sea monsters from other worlds from causing the loss of life.

The wind is blowing, that is the blessing obtained as King Arthur and the navigating Storm King, the power to control the wind known as the Wind King's enchantment.

The reason why her sword is invisible is because she controls the movement of the wind and wraps up several layers of wind to change the refractive index of light and cover the blade.

The king of knights raised his arms high, and the whirlwind of the wind king's enchantment roared.

The King of Knights removed the protection of the King of Wind, and the golden holy sword was revealed in the roaring storm.

That sword is like the radiance itself, even on the surface of the Weiyuanchuan River filled with thick fog, it still penetrates the thick fog and illuminates the night.

That light is like hope itself, and the moment I see it, the fear and anxiety in my heart are swept away.

That is the radiance of the knight's faith shining.

Even in the bloody battlefield, in the face of the most direct threat brought by the Death Scythe, it still sings the nobility of human nature.

It is precisely because the King of Knights fought to protect Britain and raised the golden sword to protect the war-torn people that this sword can shine so brightly.

In the castle of the Matou family, Berserker Zhao Yun raised his head with a sense of emotion, and looked at the glow of Mienchuan in the distance.

That light, even though it was far away at the other end of Fuyuki City, was still faintly visible.

Unlike the citizens of Fuyuki City, or the young Matou Sakura, or Kenneth El-Mello Archibald who has lost most of his magic power circuits, he understands that this glorious and sad What exactly is the light.

He lowered his head and softly explained to his current Master Matou Sakura:
"Sakura, although I unreasonably forced you to go through a lot of things, I'm sorry that the story is not over yet. You may not be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."

"It's okay." Matou Sakura shook her head, "If you don't need to sleep with the bugs, I just need to sleep for a while."

"So good. Thank you, Sakura."

Zhao Yun pursed his lips, the child's words made his heart seem to be stabbed lightly.He raised his hand and rubbed Matou Sakura's little head. The girl squinted her eyes, not resisting this warm but kind touch.

The pure white horse connected with his master, stepped forward and snorted.

Zhao Yun picked up the young Matou Ying and rode on the horse.Run towards the light of Weiyuanchuan.

Rider Iskandar opened his eyes wide in the face of this light, Archer Gilgamesh showed a more rampant and sinister smile, Tokiomi Tosaka breathed a sigh of relief that the situation was finally under control, but for Saber's side Feeling regretful about the possibility of obtaining the additional Command Seal, Master Waver and Irisviel, who performed the duties of the Master on the surface, hummed and admired, looking forward to the arrival of victory.

Even the crowd of onlookers were taking photos and busy discussing noisily. Among the crowd, only Emiya Kiritsugu was driving a speedboat away from the Mito River against the light.

Kotomine Kirei, who dispatched the Assassin but fell to pieces, was on his way back to the church.

The King of Knights injected his own power into the golden sword, and the light of the sword became even more dazzling

The brilliant brilliance of Excalibur gathers more light particles.

The light is gathering, the magic power is rushing, and the golden sword's blade seems to extend, and soon forms a beam of light that soars to the sky.

It has gone through ten years without surrender and has been undefeated in twelve battles.This meritorious service is unparalleled in the world, and this honor is unparalleled. They transcend time and space and are immortal.

This ancient sword carries the dream of victory that all the soldiers who have disappeared on the battlefield have pursued and fought for all their lives.Its blade is the crystallization of prayers condensed by the glory of the warriors.

Holding high this belief and will, the victorious king shouted out the true name of the miracle in her hand.

Its name is--

"The Oath - The Sword of Victory!"

The magic power was accelerated by the dragon factor that was freed from its restraints, and turned into a torrent of light.The gushing current stirred up countless whirlpools, swallowing up the sea demon and the night together.

The water in Weiyuanchuan was evaporated by this torrent, and the main target of this torrent of light—every component of the sea demon that ravaged Weiyuanchuan was exposed to the scorching impact. He let out a shrill hiss.

Caster in the fortress formed by the sea demon center that hadn't been burnt out, was wrapped in thick flesh, just silently watched this moment of disappearance, as if his body and mind were taken away by the blinding brilliance.

Yes, he had seen this light in the distant past.

Hadn't he also chased this light as a knight before?

That particularly vivid memory brought Gilles de Rais back to the distant past.

During the long-awaited coronation of King Charles VII in the city of Reims, a light shines through the stained glass windows of Reims Cathedral.

The pure white radiance was like a blessing, gently enveloping Joan of Arc, Jill and everyone who were present as heroes of national salvation, and everyone was immersed in the joyful ArsNova melody.

The saint who led the French army to one victory after another, the spiritual leader of the army, and his kind comrade-in-arms Joan of Arc looked back at him with a smile against the light.

That's right, what he saw that day was exactly this light.

He can still recall clearly now.Even today when I fall into the way of ghosts and animals and do all kinds of harmful things, the memory of that day has not faded at all, and it is still deeply engraved in my heart.

Even if his ending is cast aside by thousands of people, it is full of humiliation and hatred.But no one can deny the glory of the past, and no one can subvert it.

The light I saw in Reims Cathedral is still deeply hidden in my chest and never fades.

Neither gods nor destiny, something that can never be taken away, cannot be defiled
A line of tears ran down his cheeks, and French Marshal Gilles de Ray was at a loss.

What are you confused about and what are you missing?
Isn't it enough to just look back and admit your mistakes?
"I, in the end..."

What did you do...

This low voice that no one could hear could be uttered, and the white light brought everything to another world.

Archer, who was standing on the flying boat Vimalakirti made of gold and agate, looked at everything. After seeing the light of destruction that burned everything, a smile appeared on his face.

"What is the purpose of your coming here, Archer? Could it be that you plan to launch an offensive against Saber who has exhausted her magic power, and take advantage of others? If that's the case, I will never allow it. That guy is here to protect this land You are covered in bruises, at least tonight, I will never allow you to harm her."

The divine ox chariot galloping in the sky wrapped Thunder, hovering beside Vimana.The King of Conquerors driving the chariot stared at the shining golden hero in front of him.

"There is no purpose, just to be happy to see the rare aurora in my garden. King Conqueror, shouldn't you be happy looking at this rare sight?"

Rider snorted and scoffed at Archer's theory.

"It is precisely because she bears the hope of the people of the entire era that she can exert such power. It is because it is so dazzling that it is heartbreaking. The person who carries such a heavy burden is just a little girl who likes to fantasize. It should be the way of survival that a weak girl should have."

On the river where the two of them looked down, Saber's slender body was panting in pain from the fierce battle.Iskandar shook his head:
"This kind of little girl is supposed to be in love with butterflies and flowers, enjoying the luck of love, family and friendship, but she is forced to fall into the endless curse called ideal. Whenever I think of this, I can't bear to watch it any longer."

"That's what's so lovely about her, isn't it?"

Contrary to the melancholy-filled look of the King Conqueror, Gilgamesh smiled sinisterly, making no secret of his dark desires.

"The overly lofty ideals in her chest will eventually burn herself to death. The tears she cried before she died must be very sweet."

Gilgamesh is content to let his imagination run free. Rider's eyes flashed, and he cast a hostile look at him.

"I really don't care about you, Babylon's King of Heroes."

"Oh? Have you finally realized my identity until now?"

This title made the glittering Heroic Spirit smile.

"What are you going to do, Rider? Are you going to use force to vent your anger on the spot? Coincidentally, I have been on the sidelines almost tonight, and now I really want to move around."

"Me too. The sea demon was almost completely solved by Saber. I am still in my prime. If I am fighting with you, I will accompany you at any time."

Rider stretched his gnarled muscles, and lightly placed his right hand on the hilt of Alexander's sword.

Sparks sparkled in the sights of the two heroic overlords who carried the title of king, and the atmosphere became tense.

　Xingyue’s world view is really too complicated, and I don’t know many details, so I have to use the spring and autumn brushwork to describe it in one stroke. The more I check the information, the more I feel that Nasu Mushroom’s boss, Niu Hide, really knelt down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)