I'm really not an old sword

"The scattered and overflowing dark heart."

Black mud pillars suddenly splashed out from the huge holy grail and transformed into countless roaring black dragons, soaring into the sky and pouncing on the meteorites that were wrapped in flames and falling at a high speed.

'boom! ’

Black mud dragons and flame-wrapped meteorites kept colliding in the air.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

A gorgeous red light slashed down from the sky, shattering the rubble in the cave as four enormous magical powers came together for the first time.

'boom! ’

The explosion cloud rose up like a mushroom cloud and almost filled the entire underground space.

There were sounds of collapse and roar. If they were not all heroic spirits, the recoil and roar of the explosion in the cave would have killed them.

But there is no if.

When the smoke cleared, Sigurd was seen leaning on his sword, gasping for breath with a pale face, his eyes fixed on Brunhilde.

"why why?!"

Brunhilde looked at him with a normal expression, as if he were a stranger.

Mordred spat in displeasure at the two still alive people.

Kotomine Kirei's face, pale from excessive use of magic power, actually showed a smile. Although he was tricked by Brunhilde's almost impossible rebellion, the other party also did not expect his strength as a Heroic Spirit and the much greater magic power he had with the help of the Holy Grail and spiritual veins.

Although it is impossible to stop them, we can just buy time and kill their Masters before they destroy the Holy Grail.

Kotomine Kirei looked behind the two of them, wanting to confirm Lin Qingsu's position and release his Noble Phantasm again, but he found that there was no one behind them and no sign of Lin Qingsu.

What about people?

"You seem to have forgotten one thing."

A faint voice sounded from behind, and Kotomine Kirei's smile froze on his face.

He turned around almost instantly and rushed behind him, and his eyes also saw the scene behind him.

Lin Qingsu was standing under the huge Holy Grail, holding a strangely shaped dagger in her hand: "You and Sigurd are actually of no importance to me."

As he finished speaking, he also smiled and stabbed the dagger into the Holy Grail as if it were tofu.

Looking at that smile, Kotomine Kirei suddenly recalled the scene before his death ten years ago. The other person's smile...

Kotomine Kirei stopped.

The stagnant magical power continued to flow from the spiritual veins, and it seemed as if the sound of shattering glass could be heard in my ears.

Kotomine Kirei understood that it was the shattering of the barrier.

The black mud was rolling and wailing. The solid holy grail in front of it, which had not left any trace even after being hit by several meteorites that had "escaped the net", was easily pierced by the dagger, and cracks like spider webs spread out in all directions with it as the origin.

Reality seemed like a holy grail with countless cracks emerging from it, cracks constantly spreading in the air, accompanied by faint clicking sounds by my ears, as if a mirror was shattered falsely.

"Break the boundary, sever the demon? Who are you?"

Lin Qingsu did not answer, but used two more command seals to allow Brunhilde and Mordred to use their Noble Phantasms again.

"Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

Brunhilde glanced at Lin Qingsu who was standing in front of the Holy Grail, hesitated for a moment, and did not summon the meteorite again. Instead, she gripped the gun and rushed towards Kotomine Kirei, who was closest to him.

"Until death do us part."

Kotomine Kirei didn't even glance at Brunhilde behind him.

"Вытекать из полости."

Black mud gushed out from the crack, suddenly transforming into a black dragon that opened its huge mouth and swallowed Lin Qingsu. When it was about to swallow the man who ruined the ceremony, it suddenly stopped.

‘Poof! ’

"How can it be?!"

The sharp blade pierced his heart and the spear tip came out of his chest. Kotomine Kirei just looked at the strange scene in astonishment.

The catalyst of his own Noble Phantasm, the "three-headed snake," or rather, the "dragon," was terrified.

That was a situation that could not happen even when facing a high and mighty god or even a demon god. Kotomine Kirei could only think of one possibility, that is, he was facing a being that had the same origin as his catalyst but was much more advanced than it.

"Are you..."

Kotomine Kirei understood.

Such attainments in magic are so great that even the lawless three-headed snake is afraid of Wei Ya.

"So you are a dragon."

‘Crack! ’

The cracked Holy Grail shattered.

The black mud surged out like a tide, swallowing up Lin Qingsu who was closest to him, the dying Kotomine Kirei and Brunhilde behind him who were farther away, and Mordred and Sigurd who were fighting in the distance.

‘Wow! ’

The London known as reality, shrouded in white fog, shattered like a mirror.

......

"here it is?"

Lin Qingsu opened her eyes and looked around suspiciously.

It is still shrouded in white fog.

However, compared to the "real" London, the white fog here was much weaker, and he could vaguely see the rather retro buildings on both sides.

“No, it’s not retro, this is the architectural style here.”

Lin Qingsu suddenly thought of the information she had learned from Weber during the day.

"Have I reached them?"

"Breaking down the Holy Grail and the barrier didn't return you to reality, but instead brought you to another time and space?"

Lin Qingsu was completely baffled and could only exclaim, "Magic is truly amazing!" before beginning to check on herself.

First of all, the connection with Brunhilde and Mordred is still there, which means that they are fine, and they should have been teleported to this world, but one can vaguely sense that their condition is not very stable.

However, it is normal to experience abnormalities when infected by black mud.

That thing, filled with the magical energy of a heroic spirit yet also filled with malice, was something only Gilgamesh, a mentally unstable person to begin with, could handle like a shower. Even he, after having experienced it several times before, had become accustomed to it, and his special physique made him act so calmly as he did now.

Although unstable, the fact that the connection still exists means that they are still rational and have not completely lost control.

"Um?."

Then Lin Qingsu suddenly found that his physical fitness had improved a lot.

Originally, the "Dragon Heart" was improving slowly at the speed his body could adapt to, but the "bath" he had just taken at close range had greatly accelerated his progress. A careful calculation showed that the improvement was much greater than the cumulative improvement he had made from the time he obtained the Dragon Heart until yesterday.

"It's a pity that I was so quick just now that I killed it."

Lin Qingsu was a little annoyed. Just rinsing it once had such an effect. If he kept it and let it spit out black mud every day for him to bathe in, maybe after soaking it for a month, he could run to the United States with a sword and kill Leif.

Sighing, Lin Qingsu withdrew his thoughts and looked around.

Suddenly there was a pungent smell of blood.

"Ok?"

Lin Qingsu lowered her head, raised her brows and took a half step back in fright.

There was a corpse at his feet.

The corpse was a female, about twenty years old, dressed in fine clothes. If it was just a corpse, it would be fine, but her face was distorted with pain and looked extremely hideous. Her facial features were chopped off and her stomach was cut open. It was obvious that she had suffered torture for a long time before her death.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Qingsu took a deep breath, came to her senses and looked around vigilantly.

Before he saw it with his own eyes, he thought Jack the Ripper was just a murderer, but after seeing the corpse with his own eyes, he realized what kind of pervert that guy was. Lin Qingsu also started to worry about Linglong Pavilion Misaye.

Just as he was about to take a step forward to look for it, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the fog.

Lin Qingsu immediately drew his sword.

'Bah! '

With the help of the force from the sword, Lin Qingsu took a few steps back and kept a distance to react while looking at the person coming.

The attackers did not attack again immediately.

Instead, he looked at him with interest. With a wanton smile, the young man with dazzling blond hair and wearing red and white armor suddenly grinned.

"Got you."

"Ok?"

Lin Qingsu was startled when she heard the tone that sounded like a long-awaited reunion. Was she recognized?

But he and I had a story from that night, and I used the old sword as a template, so how did he recognize me?

Is this the bond between father and son?

Lin Qingsu was a little hesitant. If he had been recognized under normal circumstances, he would have admitted it openly. But on the one hand, the person in front of him was the rebellious son whom he had killed all night long. On the other hand, Misaya from Linglong Pavilion was also here. If she knew that he was Arthur, wouldn't she skin him alive?

No, before Misaya can take revenge, he will be stabbed by this rebellious son.

Just as he was thinking about it, as he expected, Mordred's helmet automatically appeared and closed, and he raised his sword and chopped it down at Lin Qingsu's head.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

You're such a damned good son, Mordred!

......

“No, no…”

In the fog, Brunhilde supported herself with the help of her gun.

The purple pupils were filled with confusion.

Her whole body was stained with the ominous smell of black mud, and her slender hands tightly grasped the gun barrel.

Black Mud's negative emotions continued to spread like poison.

Her already susceptible emotions were infected by the words "Kill," "Like," and Brunhilde had never wanted so badly to throw herself into Lin Qingsu's arms. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and her body was trembling.

I wanted to throw myself into his arms and be ravaged by him, but I also wanted to kill him.

'despair. ’

The sound of footsteps from iron boots echoed in the fog.

With the last bit of clarity left, Brunhilde raised her head and looked into the fog. A vague figure was walking towards her. As the footsteps grew louder, the figure became clearer and clearer, until a female knight wearing silver-white lion armor and holding a spear walked out of the thick fog.

"you..."

Altria looked at the woman in front of her.

Holding the spear, one can feel the magical fluctuations of the heroic spirit on her body.

Lancer.

As soon as the words came out, Artoria felt the ominous aura emerging from her, chaos, violence, evil... as if it was a collection of all the negative things in the world. Thinking of the crazy words like "like", "kill", "I want to be ravaged..." that she had just heard from afar, and looking at her confused eyes.

Artoria took the first step.

'Bah! '

Looking at the strange spear that was attacking her faster and was blocked, Artoria narrowed her eyes.

He's incredibly strong and strikes incredibly quickly, making him a formidable foe. However, there seems to be a hint of clarity in his eyes, suggesting he's not some uncommunicative evil spirit...

"You have his scent on you."

Altria was stunned. Who is he?