Crown Master

No matter what kind of battlefield it is, reliable companions are the source of Gudazi's courage.

After finishing the communication with Da Vinci and the others, the girl raised her head with a calm and calm tone.

"Just do what Da Vinci says."

The foothold provided by the Pharaoh has enough platforms for many servants to display, and in this battle, there are many more servants appearing in Tokyo than before to attack the singularity.

In terms of combat power, it is already very sufficient, what is lacking is a causal weapon that can kill beasts with one blow.

And the divine sword in Shenzi's hand just made up for this last shortcoming.

Just beside Gudazi, and the followers who knew the whole story through the terminal in the distance... No one responded, and the atmosphere flowing between each other was incomparably tacit.

Trust is conveyed without a verbal reply.

"Okay, now that everyone is ready, I announce that the action will begin!"

Gu Dazi pointed at the sky with one hand, and slashed down hard.

The counterattack plan launched on behalf of all mankind detonated the war situation in an instant.

All kinds of treasures are dazzling, and they appear frequently on the stage of Tokyo like exhibits. Countless heroes and great men end in 3000 years, and the endless glorious chapters written are like a crown of honor, blooming on the head of the winner.

This is a battle that cannot be lost.

This is a rise to save the world.

Heroes, kings, gods, and mortals are gathered here... They fight against huge, ferocious beasts as in myths and legends, and they coexist with all kinds of mysterious vows in nature, as recorded in historical texts. Just like the battles they had written, they sweated profusely and sweated profusely throughout the battle, leaving behind new wonderful rumors.

The pyramid standing on the dark ocean shines brightly, and Gudazi watches all this from the height of the pyramid. The wind and waves caused by the battle mess her hair, but her eyes are extremely bright, reflecting the stars in the sky.

She should have been as insignificant as dust and lived like an ant.

But all kinds of brilliant and shining existences illuminate the darkness of civilization with themselves, and teach her how to release her own light.

No mortal is without light.

No matter how ordinary or weak a mortal blooms, it can illuminate the depths of a room.

The rays of light gathered by many human beings form a river of light that has flowed for 3000 years, the history of mankind.

This is a miracle unique to mortals.

This is a huge monument created by human civilization.

Now, too, individual miracles will blossom.

Among the many storms, there are all kinds of desperate battlefields in Tokyo.

Gudazi on the pyramid was thin and thin, with his lips pursed into a straight line, but the brilliance from those eyes made the sky dark and the stars fall.

It is clear that there are constant storms on the sea of ​​origin, huge waves are raging, and huge enemies are close at hand, but as long as everyone sees her and sees the light, they can continue to fight endlessly.

This human being, who is as small as a speck of dust, is like a lighthouse guiding ships in a storm, using himself to drive away the haze of despair and reveal the clear sky of hope.

Medea built a thick defense workshop near her, and occasionally looked up at her firm and straight back, feeling a surge of heat in her heart.

I can't help but think back to when the child was young.

When the Witch of the Age of Gods was first summoned, Chaldea had just explored the third singularity, because most of the experiences of being summoned in the past were not good. As a Servant and a magus with a lot of curiosity, she also wanted to know what kind of person the Master who summoned her was.

Then she roughly informed the soft-footed doctor stationed in the command room of Chaldea, and the cunning and clever almighty, and she was able to work with them to keep an eye on the daily information of the masters in the singularity.

In order to ensure the existence of the magician himself in the singularity, the entire command room has a huge flow of information every day.

Sometimes Medea will help out of a little thoughtfulness, in exchange for the gratitude of the staff, and she spends the rest of the time observing the small girl in the image.

The first time she saw her Master, Medea felt her maternal nature was aroused.

She and Da Vinci have been stationed in front of the image for a long time, and she thinks this little master named Gudazi is extremely cute no matter what he does.

When awakened by Matthew, she rubbed her eyes with her fleshy little hands, and then pulled away disapprovingly by a pink-haired servant. The soft, chubby cute girl will show a sweet smile that just woke up from sleep .

Biu~

At the moment when she was concentrated by the arrow of smile, Medea felt that she could give her everything, including the treasured figure of Artoria!

what! !

My Master is so cute! ~~~

She has no patience with stinky men, but unexpectedly, the witch who has no resistance to children is officially stationed in the command room. It was not until Gudazi and his party returned to Chaldea that they met the little master who had been observing for a long time. .

At that time, Medea didn't know the cute thing in her eyes. In the eyes of some "predecessors", she was actually a big devil who was hungry and hungry, but I'm afraid she knew that this witch who had lost her reason would also think that the child was hungry and pitiful It's too bad, it's time to find more "ingredients" to eat.

In any case, Medea was also born in the age of the ancient Greek gods, when human intelligence was not developed, and there was a barbaric relationship between men and women.

In that era when humans and gods coexisted, most human beings had extreme temperaments, love for life, hate for death, and were very paranoid and stubborn.

Relevant documents representing Medea's origins contain stories about this betrayed witch.

In the story, the witch, who learned from the magic goddess Hecate, cruelly chopped up her younger brother into pieces and threw them into the river for the man she loved because of the curse, and killed Ia after being betrayed by the man. The deeds of Song's remarried wife and their two children.

Although she is a sad woman played by fate, her flaws and dangers in character are undeniable.

Therefore, in the face of the young master who always reminds her of the son she was born in the past, she has some distorted psychology of compensation, and she will not hesitate to sacrifice others for this.

It's just that once the master has a sincere relationship with her and prevents her from feeling being used and disgusted, then this big sister who takes off the hood and looks unexpectedly simple and beautiful will be the best magic instructor.

Gudazi is a big kid, so it is easy for him to gain insight into other people's love for him and make progress. His small size is often submerged in the middle of his long legs when he is surrounded by tall and big servants of all colors.

At such times, Medea would fish her out in a complicated manner, pat the head of Gu Dazi who was overwhelmed by the servants and who was at a loss, and stuffed a melon into her hand.

Although the child disappeared and came back later, he has grown up and changed his appearance.

Recalling the past, the rebellious witch still couldn't help feeling joyful, and looked at Gudazi with a particularly gentle gaze.

From this angle, the straight back of the little girl has already given the people looking at her infinite confidence, and she herself seems to have become a tall mountain that calms the tsunami.

Obviously she was so young not long ago, but now she has only grown up a little...

Medea was thinking wildly, and the movements of her hands never stopped. She skillfully and steadily imprinted various magic formulas on the platform of the pyramid with excellent magic guiding ability, and built a safe and carefree protective cover.

Her eyes glanced over from time to time, taking Gudazi's steady appearance into her eyes. The worried big sister-type follower had a hidden pride on her face, and she didn't notice that the person she was staring at was faintly covered in hairs.

Gu Dazi: "..."

More or less understandable, but...there is a battle here, Medea, please control yourself?

At the same time, all the followers began to gather towards the sky in a formation of positive pentagrams.

Compared with the land covered by the ocean, the sky belongs to the righteous side.

As soon as the pace of the battle stopped, the light of the sword flashed, and several demon pigs with sharp fangs were torn apart, dissipating into pure magic factors in the air. Among the many strong people present, the only one who dared to walk on the goddess calmly was Lingwang Fujimaru Lixiang is alone.

Although they are already independent, the two sides can no longer communicate freely as before, but just glanced at it from a distance, without saying anything, Fujimaru Tateka naturally sprinted towards the corner of the pentagram in his direction.

All the enemies encountered along the way were cut down by the sword. In the first phase, Ji Guang was worthy of the name of his national treasure.

The brilliance of the whole process is displayed instantly, and the brilliance of the sword is restrained. The extremely beautiful and luxurious Taidao falls into the hands of Fujimaru Tachika like a tiger with wings.

It is only at this moment that it can be seen how strong Fujimaru Tatsuka, who has inherited the martial arts of many servants, is in terms of personal combat effectiveness alone.

This is the horrific force value that is purely used to fight against various abnormalities with the body, but it is rarely displayed on Gudazi, and the most recent one was used to beat Kotomine Kirei, which is absolutely overkill.

The same existence, although the knives are different, the people are the same.

With the white blade on his waist, Gu Dazi, like a wanderer away from home, rushed to Medea, who was peeking at him frequently, and said.

"I go first."

The witch froze for a moment, and gently opened and closed her purple lipsticked lips.

"I wish you an early return."

When Gudazi flew towards the sky, the beautiful female magician subconsciously looked at the direction she was flying away. The solid defense could not prevent the people inside from leaving, and she could not stop herself from watching the grown-up children pursue their own honor.

Pressing her palms on her chest, Medea prayed devoutly for the first time to the gods she had always scorned.

Hope this child gets what she wants, hope she comes back safe and sound, hope... this battle doesn't end in a gesture of remorse.

The hardest part of war is not to die alone.

The most painful thing is that it is easy to lose important people on the battlefield.

Such an ending, even if the war is over and returns home with the glory of victory, will cause unforgettable regrets to the parties involved.

Medea sincerely hoped that Gudazi would not have such a bad experience, and sincerely begged the gods to protect her and return safely.

……

Tokyo.

Holding a divine sword and having two horns on his head, he is the child of the rumored belt god.

Pure black haori, the spirit king of the soul world with snow-white clogs.

The son of the sun god, wrapped in flames and waving his arms.

A heaven-sent hero in a white robe with a light bow and a noble expression.

In the end, the master of Chaldea, holding the Millennium National Treasure Tsurumaru Kuninaga, stepped onto the zenith, Gudazi, a magician in the realm of gods.

The five people gathered from the sky, and in Chaldea, the magic circle provided by Da Vinci unfolded from a hand covered with black magic patterns.

The behemoth looked towards the sky as if aware of something, and this glance, intuitively felt the crisis.

"Aaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"

An astonishingly hot light beam with high magic power spewed out from its mouth, directly burning the passing sky into a blank field. The terrifying coercion descended from this moment, proving that the footsteps of this [goddess]'s true return echoed in all living beings. ears.

The large system named Sheba in Chaldea was completely red in an instant, showing the red scene of human beings burning.

destroy.

Return from the old forgotten age.

The author has something to say:

Ang, I'm so sleepy, the two books are stuck together, it's a tacit understanding_(:з」∠)_