I'm really not an old sword

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No time to catch your breath.

Seeing the back of the man standing by the railing looking at the sky temple, he walked forward angrily and questioned him.

"I'll take care of this now."

"So you're planning to send agents to deal with the Heroic Spirits?" The priest's vision darkened, and he almost couldn't breathe. "Are you crazy?! Is the Church crazy?! The people haven't even finished evacuating yet!"

There was no answer until the man laughed after hearing the report of his men's successful landing in the headset.

"It's true that the people haven't completely evacuated yet, but this is when the enemy's vigilance is at its lowest, isn't it?"

With dozens of agents, this combination is already capable of hunting down True Ancestors.

He was not a fool who did not understand the Holy Grail War.

Although there were considerations of profit, such a combination could easily hunt even powerful trio like Saber, Lancer, and Archer. And although that Rider's light cannon was terrifying, his agents would surely be able to "seal" him easily once they got close.

After that, both the terrifying war weapon in the sky and the Holy Grail were in his possession.

"My people have successfully infiltrated the temple. All we have to do now is wait for news of victory."

There was no one around to announce the joy of victory to, and the man did not care about the priest's identity. He confidently began to announce the victory to him.

The old priest regained his composure and tried to persuade him, "But I know his strength better than anyone else."

"He is not the Heroic Spirit we encountered in those minor Holy Grail Wars of the past. He is not a being that humans can contend with."

"Call them back before it's too late!"

"Believe me, I know the Holy Grail and the Heroic Spirits better than you do! Even if they enter the temple, they will not be his match!"

He knew that the countless small-scale Holy Grail Wars in the past must have given them wrong information.

Or perhaps it was some high-level power struggle within the church.

He wanted to take this opportunity to gain greater voice within the church, or he noticed the Holy Grail War pie and wanted to take this opportunity to get a piece of it, or he wanted to win over the rising United States.

It is even possible that the other party is a pawn of the United States to infiltrate the church!

He knows it all.

After thousands of years of development, the interior of the Cathedral Church has long been decayed.

However, what does the competition among those forces have to do with him, an old man who has half a leg in the ground and just wants to enjoy his old age in this far east?

"Hasn't the destruction of the United States Navy made you understand? Only Heroic Spirits can fight against Heroic Spirits!"

"You'll kill those kids if you do that."

"If you anger him, even tens of millions of innocent people in Tokyo will be buried with you and the foolish greed of those behind you!"

Annoyance flashed in the man's eyes, and he waved his hand in boredom.

"Heroic spirits? They're nothing more than old antiques and losers who deserve to be swept into the trash heap."

"Now is the time for the church to rule."

"Send him down..."

The servant standing by stepped forward and tried to grab the priest.

"Wait." The man suddenly smiled playfully. "Let's leave this old idiot here and show him how we seal the so-called Heroic Spirit."

"You will regret it!"

The old priest collapsed on the ground in despair, muttering sadly, and suddenly thought of something.

With the last glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes, he picked up his phone and quickly found "Shajo Family" in the address book.

The man watched coldly, and when he saw his men trying to grab the phone, he waved his hand.

"Alright, let him call everyone over to solve the problem together."

"Yes."

After a few rings, the call was connected. The old priest spoke out everything without waiting for the other party to speak.

The voice just fell.

The temple in the sky suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the man's arrogant and indifferent voice rang out.

"Stupid ants."

Chapter 3 I am not him (K)

Beams of light illuminated the night, and the shattered high-rise buildings fell with bits of debris.

Citizens who had not yet evacuated fled in panic.

The apocalyptic world near Tokyo Bay has been reduced to flames and ruins, with beams of light constantly hitting the ground from the sky.

"Woo!"

The little girl stumbled and fell to the ground as she ran away with the crowd.

"Xiangzi!"

The mother tried hard to hold her child back, but was further and further away from her by the crowded crowd.

There is still some distance to the ruins near the sea.

But the horrifying scene made people want to escape. A large number of people behind them who had not yet evacuated were only thinking about saving their lives and did not care about the little girl who fell to the ground. Just as the footsteps that were following were about to step on her, a figure stood in front of her.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The girl's mother finally came over, hugged her daughter in shock, and kept thanking the kind-hearted people who suddenly appeared.

"Be careful, don't be afraid, he won't hurt you."

Speaking softly, Lin Qingsu smiled and rubbed the little girl's head, then was about to turn around.

"Big brother, where are you going?"

The little girl pulled Lin Qingsu's sleeve and looked at him with confused eyes.

"Where?"

Lin Qingsu turned her head and looked at the glorious temple in the distant sky.

"I do not know either."

......

The crowded crowd fled outside in panic.

I didn't know where to escape to, nor why I was escaping, but I just wanted to get away from the doomsday scene in Tokyo Bay.

His shoulders and body were constantly being bumped against, and vulgar insults could be heard in his ears from time to time.

Lin Qingsu herself didn't know why.

From the beginning, he was rushing at full speed, but later he slowed down after seeing the civilians who looked like they were fleeing from the end of the world.

He just wanted to fight the heroic spirits.

But when I saw this scene, I felt a familiar sense of sadness and helplessness.

"Ow!"

The giant beast that landed let out an earth-shaking roar.

When I came to my senses, I found myself in Tokyo Bay. Flames raged, tall buildings collapsed, and giant beasts continued to descend, hunting down the members of the Holy Church who were participating in the siege of their "Lord".

Lin Qingsu tried to laugh at herself.

In the end it's just a "game".

Thinking this way, he looked at the scene in front of him and felt that it was both absurd and familiar.

"Saber?!"

Lin Qingsu looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the old priest of the church.

He was with a man and a number of other people.

Protected in the center, surrounded by dozens of soldiers and agents holding various guns and magic props.

They also had the largest number of behemoths besieging them.

Looking at their crumbling defense line, Lin Qingsu gave up any unnecessary thoughts.

He raised his hand, his body covered with pale silver armor, and holding a sword wrapped in invisible wind in his hand, he walked towards them.

With a light swing, the giant beast that pounced on him was cut in two.

One sword, two swords...

The members of the Holy Church stared at the approaching blond knight with wide eyes.

Is that human being?

The giant beast that they had barely defeated with all their strength was as fragile as tofu cut by a knife in the opponent's hands.

"Stay away."

Deal with the giant beast on the street and walk up to them.

I wanted to ask some questions but Lin Qingsu suddenly lost interest.

Turning around, Lin Qingsu looked up at the glorious temple towering over Tokyo Bay across the street for a while before taking a step forward.

"Saber!"

The priest looked at the back of the figure walking towards the glory, and the thoughts of apology, explanation and regret stuck in his mouth, and finally turned into a plea full of tears.

"Please, save Tokyo!"

Lin Qingsu paused and raised her head.

His sight seemed to break through all obstacles and saw the pharaoh raising his arms high above the temple.

The other party seemed to notice and looked over.

Full of majesty, pride and extreme self-confidence, unlike him, his brilliance is brighter than the sun.

Recalling the endless flow of people along the way, recalling the despair and pain in people's eyes as they fled, echoing the old priest's request full of sadness, pain and hope.

Lin Qingsu suddenly felt a little breathless.

Why did it suddenly become like this?

I came here simply to fight with heroic spirits, simply to experience a life that doesn't belong to me, a life that doesn't belong to a Muggle, a loser with only one low-level magic circuit.

why...

"I try my best."

...

Osmandis sat upright on his throne, leaning his head lazily, watching the lone knight rushing in, swinging his sword and killing the monster.

"Are you alone, Saber?"

"why?"

Osmandis threw his head back and laughed heartily as if he had heard the funniest joke.

Lin Qingsu calmed down: "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahahaha, this is so funny and so boring!"

"I have heard that you were once a king, a king who led your shattered nation into a new era, and a man recognized by the Holy Sword."

"I thought you would be a good opponent."

Osmandis, who had finally stopped laughing, waved his hand in boredom.