They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

Emiya instinctively walked over, but after a few steps, he suddenly realized what he meant by "very noisy"? Didn't Eiry never speak? It couldn't be that the hospital had given Eiry a voice-activated device, had her type, and was then making the noisy noises through the machine?

He opened the door of the ward, and Eri's laughter came through clearly - she was watching a manzai program on the TV in the ward.

"Eri?" he called out tentatively.

"Emiya...Brother, you're here...!"

Eri's laughter stopped abruptly, and her voice was a little stiff and incoherent, like someone who hadn't spoken for a long time and suddenly tried to speak, but every syllable was clearly audible.

She hurriedly adjusted her awkward sitting posture, lowered her legs from the bed, and frantically picked up her notebook, covering her lips with a bit of embarrassment. However, Emiya could clearly tell that Eri was speaking through her vocal cords.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally converged into an incredible conclusion - Eri could actually speak.

…Wow, the mute is talking, what a medical miracle! Doctor, you’ve got the best hands on you!

Chapter 206 It’s very simple, I just kill the gods

The fluorescent tubes in the hospital ward emitted a faint hum, and the air seemed to freeze. Only the canned laughter from the manzai program replays on TV echoed noisily in the background, covering up the soft conversation between the two people.

After stammering a few words, Eri returned to her usual quiet self, as if the scene of her talking and laughing just now was a wonderful illusion.

"Eri, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Eri sat obediently on the hospital bed and shook her head. She subconsciously wanted to pick up her notebook and write something, but suddenly remembered that she could speak. She put the pen down again, her lips trembling, her vocal cords vibrating, "I... I'm fine."

Emiya slowly walked to the bedside and looked at her, feeling a mixture of emotions. After a brief moment of excitement, he quickly calmed down and realized that things were not that simple.

Eri's sudden ability to speak couldn't be explained by a doctor's miracle cure. Never mind the possibility of a deaf-mute being cured, especially since this was just a standard medical examination. It's impossible for any symptom to simply vanish inexplicably during this phase of the examination.

He took a deep breath and asked tentatively:

"Eri...you, can actually talk, right?"

"...Yes." Eri spoke sparingly, her voice broken and intermittent, each word forced from the depths of her throat. Her fingertips, resting on the pure white quilt, unconsciously curled up, clutching a corner of the quilt, the insides of her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Before... I couldn't control my abilities well... so I didn't dare... for fear of hurting others..."

Emiya suddenly understood. No wonder. According to the information Nono had given him and his own summary, Eri was under strict supervision in her family because they wanted to prevent her from losing control from time to time, and even to prevent her power from running wild. If she spoke carelessly, it could cause death.

The root of the problem is probably that as a container, the "god" in her body is constantly causing trouble and is difficult to control.

Including the black shadow that emerged from Eri's side this time, it was probably the fragment of God that resided in Eri and escaped.

"So... you didn't regain the ability to speak," Emiya's eyes locked with Eri's, "but you lost the ability to cause death, right?"

"Yeah." Eiry was happy and excited at first, then nodded with a bit of disappointment.

Being able to speak freely now that her abilities were gone was a wonderful thing. But Eri belatedly realized that she no longer had any role to play. A monster's power was its awe-inspiring power, and the same was true of being a hero.

Without the strength to hold onto and protect others, unable to participate in and help his companions defeat powerful enemies, what kind of hero is he? She sighed quietly in her heart, her fingers still tightly grasping the bed sheet, as if trying to hold on to something.

"It's okay, there will be a way," Emiya stretched out his hand and gently held her fingertips with his palm.

He didn't say anything reassuring like, "Eriya, you don't have to fight anymore. Just stay back and leave everything to me." Eriya's willingness to fight was a sign of her growth, and his role was to encourage her, not discourage her.

"By the way, now that you don't have that power anymore, Eri, are you interested in Western magic?"

Emiya said, casually conjuring a knife. Ultimately, Japanese magic was too dependent on the gods themselves. God was a conscious being; without their assistance, nothing could be accomplished.

After leaving home, Aozaki Touko did not choose to search for and learn magic in Japan, but chose to travel across the ocean to study in the Clock Tower in Britain. This might be because she knew that the system of the local family was too limited and familial.

Eri's eyes lit up when she saw the knife in Emiya's hand. She remembered the various Noble Phantasms Emiya had used in battle. Those gorgeous and powerful weapons made her yearn for them. She nodded slightly, "Can you make a weapon that's both interesting and powerful... like... Emiya?"

"That's hard to say. It depends on what you're good at. Everyone's path is different. At best, I can only teach you the basics. If you want to gain more extensive knowledge and magical applications, you can talk more with Charlotte."

"……Child?"

Eiry blinked, and the image of a little blonde girl popped up in her mind. She still remembered that when they first met, Charlotte was like a haughty little kitten that panted fiercely at them. Later, she was almost scared to tears by the black mud, and then Eiry gave her a small piece of crepe out of kindness.

I thought they were honored to be treated like this, but later in the church, Charlotte blew on Master Yue without hesitation.

"Yes, but don't underestimate her because she's young. She's very knowledgeable," Emiya said, unable to resist laughing. "Also, don't mention the word 'child' to her face, or she'll get so angry that she'll ignore you."

Eiry couldn't understand why someone would care about such a thing. They were just speaking the truth and didn't use any insulting words.

But she was willing to follow Emiya's advice, "...Okay."

She thought, since she couldn't call her a "child", then she could use another term, like praising her for being "so innocent" or "so cute".

Seeing Eri's ready agreement, Emiya nodded and passed it over. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Also, Eri, can you tell me about what happened between you and the shadow... that 'god'?"

When Emiya said this, his tone became serious, "I am a little concerned about the sound of the clapper and the contract that the god mentioned."

Eri, who knew everything, began to recall the scene: "At that time, I first heard that... (clapper) rustling sound, and then..."

"At once?"

Eri showed a trace of confusion. "It's like I've lost... the ability to control my body. I'm like... an obedient puppet."

Emiya pondered, "So that's why you didn't move, right? The clapper music played by the king must have some kind of regular 'instruction'. His intention was clearly to control you, but why did this method only work on you? I heard it at that time."

It’s a pity that General Wang died too quickly, and the secret behind this is probably unknown.

Emiya sighed inwardly, "Let's skip this topic. What comes next is the death of the king. It should be the 'God' in your body that took action, right?" Emiya recalled the situation at that time. Those golden pupils would cause a severe mental blow if he looked directly into them.

But as someone who was also hit, the king died instantly.

However, Emiya only felt a brief and intense dizziness. It should be because he had experienced a dragon blood bath. With dragon blood in his body, his mental strength was completely different from that of ordinary humans.

"Well," Eri said, "that god... spoke when I was turned into a puppet... and said I was a shrine maiden..."

"We should offer everything to God?" Emiya automatically added the second half of the sentence.

Eri nodded decisively.

Emiya fell into deep thought. He pondered the meaning of this sentence, trying to find a clue. If he combined this sentence with the shadow's previous and subsequent unusual behavior, there were three points worth noting.

First, while Izanami is undoubtedly the supreme goddess with the power over death in native Japanese mythology, the shadow's strength and size are extremely weak. While this could be explained by the fact that "fragments" are not equivalent to the true deity, it still seems inconsistent.

Second, the shadow's appearance is very similar to the "Heroic Spirit Summoning" technique, in other words, the process of inserting a spirit into reality in the form of a spirit summoning technique. Gods are also spirits, so this makes sense, but what about the Master? The shadow mentioned the word "contract" when he appeared, so is Eri the Master?

Third, the shadow was clearly severely injured and on the verge of dissipating, but suddenly regained its ability to move. Based on the assumption that Eri is the Master, the explanation is that she relies on Eri for a supply of magic power or vitality?

This also seems to explain why Eri fainted from exhaustion after the shadow left the scene. This contract is similar to the Master-Servant Contract of the Holy Grail War, where the Master provides the Servant with the "fuel" to carry out their activities in reality, thus maintaining their existence.

But the contract between Eri, the shrine maiden, and God is obviously a unilateral and forced contract between the latter.

"...Is everything okay?" Eiry saw Emiya frowning as he was thinking about something, and she reached out and touched his forehead, as if trying to soothe Emiya's worries.

"It's okay, Eri, just focus on learning magic, and I'll figure out the solution." Emiya smiled.

At worst, he could just "kill the gods" again, right?

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Ange walked on the streets of Tokyo, the cool night breeze ruffling the hem of his suit. He glanced down at his phone, but there was still no notification about "Fingal's awakening" on the screen.

There seemed to be no news from the hospital yet, which made him feel a little heavy. Since his beloved GranCabrio Maserati had probably already followed Finger to some Night Food Field, he had no choice but to walk.

"Norma, please help me navigate the 'Genji Heavy Industries Headquarters'."

It doesn't matter. His spiritual power is "time zero". If there is a real full-speed competition, even a car can't run faster than him.

As he walked, he recalled the time when Uesugi Yue had received the news from his son Minamoto Chisei and hurriedly said goodbye to him before riding on his mobile ramen stand, which he used to sell from street to street. At that time, Uesugi Yue had said with great pride:

"Father and son fighting together! Although Zhisheng didn't say it in the text message, my biological son definitely needs the help of an old father like me!"

Sometimes when people are speechless, they really are speechless. Angers almost wanted to cover his face with his hands to avoid losing his composure.

Ange couldn't imagine that at the headquarters of Genji Heavy Industries, when the Snake Eight Families and the Oni Clan were fighting fiercely with real swords and guns, a ramen cart ignored the hail of bullets and rushed into the battlefield with a high-spirited and confident look. The sign of "Shadow Emperor Ramen" illuminated by a string of small colored lights made a high-profile appearance, which stunned everyone.

No, old man, did you come to the wrong set to sell ramen?

Then, Uesugi Koto shouted "Not really!", and then he untied his ramen master's turban, lifted the seal, and wielded two swords with Niten Ichiryu to suppress the whole field. The Word Spirit·Black Sun Domain was unfolded, and the dense barrage fired on the battlefield was all sucked away by a small black hole!

Finally, just as Uesugi Yue was about to finish his work, Gen Chisei arrived belatedly and said to the guys who were still trying to resist, "This is the return of the former Shadow Emperor who retired long ago. Why don't you wake up quickly!" The gangsters were stunned when they heard this. Their legs trembled with fear. They bowed down in submission and wept bitterly, begging the old Shadow Emperor for mercy...

Ange shook his head, trying to dispel the random thoughts in his mind. Then he thought, after all, Uesugi Yue is not a stern old man from the Showa era. He might be a living French idiot at heart, so it's not surprising that he behaved this way.

Yes, as soon as I thought about it this way, I suddenly felt relieved.

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"..."

However, that was not the case on the scene.

By the time Ange found Uesugi Yue, the battle seemed to be over. He saw Uesugi Yue standing in the entrance hall of Genji Heavy Industries headquarters, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground.

"What's going on? The old Shadow Emperor is unwilling to enter the former family residence and is instead standing in a daze in the hall at the entrance?"

Uesugi Yue glanced at the old bastard Ange and said coldly, "Thank you, I just arrived. I can't compare to that bastard's time of zero, fast, mean, and vulgar."

"Vulgar?" Ange didn't realize for a moment what was so vulgar about his time-based Word Spirit. It was clearly high-end and classy... But two seconds later, he suddenly realized and covered his face with his hands, unable to contain himself. "Don't put the settings of those porn movies you watch every day into my Word Spirit!"

"Speaking of which, the faces of these deadpool corpses all resemble those of young women."

Having successfully driven Ange crazy, Uesugi Yue felt slightly happy. He ignored Ange's feeling that his Word Spirit "could never go back" and said bluntly:

"Some Deadpools have obvious swelling and ruptures in their abdomens, and inside are the dead babies of Deadpool's mutations. It seems that this is a pregnant Deadpool."

"Deadpools can actually mate and reproduce," Ange marveled. "Reporting this discovery to headquarters will surely draw the keen interest of those old scholars."

"Now is not the time to indulge in academic research," Uesugi Yue stepped over the corpse. "There are traces of heavy pressure near the bodies of the Deadpools. Their postures look like they were pressed hard to the ground and then beheaded with a single blow. Without exception."

Ange walked forward, kicked a Deadpool in the head, and carefully examined the cut surface of the corpse's neck. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, obviously cut by extremely fast knife skills. He nodded, with a hint of admiration in his tone:

"It's truly remarkable, and the knife skills are incredibly fast. Was this done by your son?"

Chapter 207 These days, who doesn’t have a second treasure?

"Hey, of course. My son has superb swordsmanship. A mere evil ghost will be beheaded in no time!" Uesugi Yue proudly sang a Kabuki tune. Unfortunately, his accent was far inferior to that of a proper actor. His voice was so out of tune that it sounded like a gong, and he sounded tone-deaf that he tortured his relatives and friends.

Angers, who happened to be suffering from torture nearby, pursed his lips and covered his ears without leaving any trace. After Uesugi Yue finally stopped his torturous singing, he asked:

"But didn't your son say the Ghost Clan was invading? How did it become a field full of Deadpools? Were these Deadpools caused by the corruption of the Ghost Clan members, or were they released from somewhere?"

Ange hadn't considered the possibility of Deadpool being captive. In his mind, even if Deadpool were bred and bred, he couldn't be manipulated into attacking. After all, Deadpool's predilection for killing was excessive, and he killed without distinguishing friend from foe.

What? Someone actually wants to command the Deadpools to attack? They might yell "Charge!" one second, and then be killed by the Deadpools who follow the "nearest principle" the next.

Uesugi Yue said, "It's definitely not someone from the Snake Eight Clan. It takes quite a while for someone to become a demon without any external help. According to the Snake Eight Clan's execution standards, or the so-called 'house rules', they can easily kill anyone with unstable bloodlines on the spot before they completely transform into a demon..."

"So you know, right? This family is more ruthless and decisive than you imagined. If I didn't have my biological son, I wouldn't want to come back here."

Ange remained silent. He passed the bodies scattered across the floor, walked to the corner, and placed his palm against the window frame. The distant sea of ​​neon lights in Shinjuku, reflected through the window in the night, seemed to transform into a flowing river of stars.

"what are you doing?"

"Nothing. According to the local structure, Genji Heavy Industries is a standard business building that can accommodate a large number of employees. However, when the enemy invaded, they chose not to break through the windows and doors to escape. It seems that your son, the Shadow Emperor, made timely arrangements for the escape route."

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Yue's face lit up with pride, as if this was the son he had raised. "Of course. Although Zhisheng is young, he's always thorough. He was born to be the emperor, and he would never put anyone in his family into unnecessary danger."

"But why is there such a strange tremor..." Angers pressed his fingertips against the window frame, feeling a strange tremor. He peered through the window, catching a glimpse of the alternating red and blue shimmering in the distant sea of ​​neon lights. It was a beautiful arc, yet tinged with a disturbing strangeness...

"Something's wrong..." Ange's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously turned around to look at Uesugi Yue.

Suddenly, he noticed that outside the window opposite to Uesugi Yue, there were several inhuman figures flying rapidly and fighting with each other at a terrifying speed. The red and blue lights were not neon lights at all, but flashes of light from the battle that overlapped with the dazzling lights outside the window!

Moreover, the other party's figure was about to blur into a black dot, but at this moment it was rapidly enlarging. They were coming!

"No! Get out of the way!"

Ange grabbed Uesugi Yue's shoulders and activated Time Zero, sending the world into a 50x slow-motion world. Time Zero not only affected himself, but also helped others in the area achieve the same state, a truly remarkable skill that combined stealth and assassination with team support!

Uesugi Yue was bewildered, and before he could react, Ange hurriedly pulled him away. With a 50-fold time difference, the two old men sprinted away from the gate at an incredible speed. It seemed incredible, but what happened the next moment proved Ange's judgment correct.

Among the three servants fighting in the melee, a demon girl named Ibaraki Douji lightly grabbed with her giant claws, and the jumping bush fire in her palm rose up with the wind, growing higher and higher. The flames spread like a living thing, devouring all flammable objects, and instantly turned into an orange-red sea of ​​fire that filled the entire hall!

The pure white magic laser sword held by another armored girl, Melyuchina, was emitting a faint blue halo. At the same time, it fought against the long sword of the will-o'-the-wisp girl and the famous sword "Oni-Kiri" held by a male general dressed in Heian period style, Watanabe Tsuna. Every move was fatal.

The flying sword light spread everywhere like water and wind, and some of the deadpool corpses were slightly brushed, shattering into dust. The corridors, frame pillars, floors and ceilings were completely shattered wherever they passed! The fighting between the three servants was like a storm, and in the blink of an eye, the entire first floor was burned and collapsed!

Their figures flashed by, and sparks and lightning flew as they fought all the way, like building crushers.

Among them, Melusina can easily and freely fly high into the sky and then dive to attack, and Ibaraki Douji relies on the flame jet of Bushihara Fire to barely achieve a short-term flying combat state.

In comparison, Watanabe Tsuna is in a rather awkward position. He doesn't have those fancy stunts. All he can show off is his agile body movements and the plain flash of his sword.

In addition, he also has a second treasure obtained by relying on the bonus of fame.

"My sword is the one that slashes the devil, the sword that kills demons, the son of a lion, Onikiri Yasutsuna!"

Om-!