I'm really not an old sword

If it was an ordinary attack, he wouldn't care, but this group of people obviously knew him, so the mastermind behind this attack might be targeting this Holy Grail War.

But he remembered that there was no other force involved in the original book.

"They are from the United States."

Lin Qingsu came back to his senses and lowered his head. Linglong Pavilion's Misaya was looking up at him.

His red eyes were full of vigilance.

Her petite body stood in front of her mother, guarding against him as if she were an enemy.

"I heard from the housekeeper that people from the United States came looking for my father the day before yesterday."

"Yesterday, Caster gave me a letter and asked me to give it to my father. The letter was related to cooperation with the United States."

After saying this in one breath, she stared at Lin Qingsu intently: "Did you kill Caster?"

"What are they collaborating on?"

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion paused for a moment, then stared at him angrily, but still answered honestly.

"I don't know, but it must be related to the root."

"Did you kill Caster?!" the little girl asked again.

Lin Qingsu ignored her and grabbed the collar of her neck with one hand as she screamed.

"Please don't hurt her!" Linglong Pavilion Qingyue begged, "She's just a child..."

"He won't hurt me, Mother."

Before Lin Qingsu could speak, Linglong Pavilion Misaya's calm voice rang out.

"Huh?" Lin Qingsu lifted the girl up with interest, bringing her to the same height as him and looking into her blood-red eyes. "Why?"

"Because you are the Knight King."

Lin Qingsu couldn't help laughing: "To me, the king comes before the knight, and you are very rude."

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion paused for a moment, then lowered her head with the corners of her mouth moving.

"I'm sorry, Caster is my good friend. I... Anyway, thank you for saving me."

"That's pretty much it."

Lin Qingsu threw Misaya into the air.

"what?!"

After all, she was just a child. No matter how mature and calm she was, the sudden accident made the girl scream shrilly and close her eyes tightly.

The expected pain of falling to the ground did not occur.

Linglong Pavilion's Misaya carefully opened her eyes and found that Lin Qingsu was holding her shoulders.

"you...?!"

Misaya couldn't utter the word "bullying" anymore.

"hold me."

Linglong Pavilion's Misaya sniffed, trying hard not to cry, and glared at Lin Qingsu hatefully.

Hugging Lin Qingsu's neck, Misaya asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Being too curious is not a good thing."

As Lin Qingsu spoke, she walked up to Qingyue in Linglong Pavilion and hugged her like a princess amid the young woman's screams.

"I'll take you back to the city first."

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

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PS1: Tomorrow's update may be late. I want to try to make it to the top ten of the click list next week. I should update four or five chapters to finish this storyline.

PS2: I can’t hold it in anymore, there are more pictures of Misaya on the Internet than Aika and Ayaka combined.

Chapter 32 I Want More~

It was night, somewhere underground in Tokyo.

"Is this right here?"

The young man in black crossed his arms cynically, and the head of Linglong Pavilion stood beside him with a serious expression.

The creaking sound of railroad tracks could be heard from a distance.

A sparsely populated subway train whizzed past, illuminating them and several soldiers in special uniforms who were holding boxes and following in the dark behind them.

"The beacon he left behind is here." The owner of Linglong Pavilion breathed a little quickly.

In his last letter, Paracelsus gave him the location of the Holy Grail.

He found the Greater Holy Grail hidden beneath Tokyo, which would only surface at the end of the Holy Grail War.

Although that theory doesn't make sense.

Even if the Greater Grail is found, if the other six Riders are not eliminated and returned to the Greater Grail, the Greater Grail will not be able to collect enough energy to fulfill the wishes of the Master and the Servants - and if one wants to pursue the root, the energy required is to kill the seventh Servant.

The so-called Holy Grail War is a complete farce.

"let's start."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion drew a magic circle on the black pillar according to the formula left by Paracelsus.

As the lines merged, the moment the magic circle was successfully drawn, a dazzling light appeared on it, and then a deep tunnel appeared in front of everyone.

"Walk."

The group walked down the dark tunnel.

The dark and long tunnel, which seemed to be devouring people, seemed to have no light at all.

After walking for a long time, golden and dark lights finally appeared in front of us.

As I stepped out of the stair tunnel, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a world so vast that its boundaries were unseen.

Looking up, there was a hazy world that seemed to have no end. It was deep and dark all around without a trace of light. But not far below, the huge holy grail was emitting the only light in this world.

"No wonder we couldn't find it, it turns out it's hidden in another dimension."

The young man looked at his watch which had lost its time.

"This kind of thing really requires a magician, worthy of being called a 'powerful magician who manipulates the five elements'. Tsk, it's a shame he still died. How weak."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion frowned and looked at him unhappily.

However, the Holy Grail seemed to emit a faint voice that attracted him. He quickly ignored the other party's insults to his "friend" and turned his head to stare greedily at the super-large Holy Grail half-embedded in the ground.

That is the path to the root.

The owner of Linglong Pavilion's breathing became increasingly rapid. He instinctively took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

‘Poof! ’

The owner of Linglong Pavilion lowered his head with confusion in his eyes.

A bloody sword tip was exposed on his chest.

"why?"

"Why?" A young man's joking voice came from behind him. "Without Caster, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with me? Cooperate with us?"

The young man drew his sword, shook off the blood stains on it, and then gently stroked the sword that was a replica of the Knight King's "Holy Sword of the Star".

"If anyone is to blame, it's you magicians who have been blinded by the so-called root cause."

The young man scoffed. "Root? What nonsense? I really don't know what you guys are thinking about every day. Have you been brainwashed?"

"Could it be that your Clock Tower is a branch of the Holy Church?"

"That's not right. The Cathedral Church doesn't even believe in Jesus anymore. How come you still believe in that bullshit origin? Hahaha, this is really making me laugh to death, hahaha~"

The young man passed by the owner of Linglong Pavilion who was covering his chest, and looked at the huge golden holy grail with open arms and a fanatical smile.

"But I have to admit that the Holy Grail you created is indeed a good thing."

"As long as the United States possesses it, in ten years, at most, we can recreate a Holy Grail War. We can acquire enough artifacts to destroy the Templar Church, the Clock Tower, and so-called 'historical' artifacts."

"We will completely take over the world!"

"you..."

Linglongguan opened his mouth, but his strength was rapidly fading.

Unable to utter a word, he could only collapse to the ground with regret, and fell silent.

"It's true that this is just trash from a small place."

The young man turned around and looked at the corpse of the Linglong Pavilion owner with contempt.

"They're far inferior to those guys in the Clock Tower who are as cunning as rabbits. They died so easily. I'm not even serious about it."

"It's so boring."

"Sir, the surrounding environment has been checked and no living creatures are present."

A man covered in special operations uniform and holding an assault rifle walked over.

"Really? Send someone to throw him out, and then carry out the plan."

The young man had no interest in things that had already been anticipated, but these soldiers liked to take precautions before they happened, so he didn't mind wasting time.

"Yes!"

The soldiers opened the boxes in their arms and took out small holy grails one after another.

That was the reward for the small Holy Grail Wars that took place in various places in the past.

Although the effect is so small that it is almost non-existent, and even the extremely boring wish of "becoming the richest man in the world" cannot be realized, and the so-called heroic spirits that appear are so weak that they can be cleaned up by sending a few special forces, but isn't it also true that "a large number of ants can kill an elephant"?

Since the Civil War, there have been far too many small Holy Grail Wars around the world.

"Let us fill this miracle creation."

The corners of the young man's mouth rose uncontrollably.

"Let's see what happens next."

The Holy Grail requires sufficient magical power to grant wishes, but the restrictions imposed require that "wishes" must be earned.

Therefore, after it accumulates enough magic power, it will allocate quotas to several masters recognized by it, allowing them to consume the magic power of the Holy Grail to summon heroic spirits and engage in brutal wars.

Until the end, the other six Heroic Spirits return to the Holy Grail, and the final Master and Heroic Spirit can realize their wishes.

But this brings us back to the original question.

"Even if the six riders dissipate, there is still one rider short of perfection."

"What a nasty game."

"But I like it."

"So the question is, what will happen if the Holy Grail is refilled with magic power in advance when there are still a few riders left?"

"Interesting, really interesting hehehahahahaha~!"

The special forces soldiers seemed to have gotten used to his madness. They all walked to the side of the Holy Grail with the small Holy Grail in their hands to replenish its magic power.

One, two, three...

Finally, after countless small Holy Grails had dimmed and turned into points of light and dissipated, the Great Holy Grail finally showed signs of abnormality.

It bloomed with light.

But it was not a golden light, but a pitch-black, dark purple light that looked like the black light of destruction.

"I want more, more..."