A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

When most of the opponent's original appearance had been destroyed, Faldius waved his right hand again.

The rain of bullets stopped within a second. Faldius sat on the stone next to him, his expression finally softening.

"Offended. I am a talkative person. In order to prevent accidentally leaking confidential information, I can only talk safely to the corpse."

In front of him was a piece of meat that could no longer hear anything, but his words were as polite as if he were facing a business partner.

"Although I also want to know what the Caoqiu couple summoned, the troubles you have done are no less troublesome. I just searched your studio from inside to out, but I didn't expect what you wanted to summon. They are not heroic spirits, but species called gods. This is a violation of the system, don’t you know? There are rules in war."

The previously taciturn Faldius seemed to be another person, chattering to a corpse.

"Although this is an experimental field set up to achieve our goals, your self-assertion still causes a headache."

Unlike when he destroyed Langar's puppet, Faldius did not gather his men around him. Is it because the person he is talking to now is a real corpse?

"I watched the video taken in the forest... I didn't expect that man, no, it might be a woman, let's call it 'that thing'... I didn't expect that 'that thing' would actually appear as a heroic spirit. If 'That thing' was summoned with the rank of berserker, so as you wish, the power reaching the level of 'god' can appear in the world."

The development of things seemed to really surprise him, and the surprise could be heard from his voice.

But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to express that this was a pleasant miscalculation.

"Normally, this is impossible in the system, but after all, this is not a formal Holy Grail War, so I can't give a 100% guarantee. Maybe there are still people summoning in places I don't know about. What a ridiculous thing. However, 'that thing' summoned by your pet is also ridiculous enough."

Faldius seemed to be chatting with an old friend, and kept making gestures.

While talking to the corpse, he also used his own words to grasp the current situation more accurately.

"Because compared to the word hero"

"A more suitable way to describe 'that thing' is as a Noble Phantasm used by the gods."

The hero naturally assumes human appearance.

However, 'he' is not human.

Far back in ancient times, ‘he’ descended into the mortal world as a clay figure made of God. At that time, he didn't even have a gender, he just appeared in the forest as a monster-like clay figure.

The clay men have no human intelligence and only play with wild beasts in the forest.

But 'his' power is superior to humans. Rumor has it that once 'him' unleashes his anger, 'his' power can even defeat a certain hero who was ruling the country at that time.

The king at that time sneered at this and only said, "Who wants to compete with beasts?" and did not take it seriously at all.

Wang has absolute confidence in his own strength and firmly believes that no one can defeat him. So Wang just dismissed the rumor as a rumor and laughed it off.

However, when the beast met a famous prostitute, everything changed.

Mud, who couldn't even tell whether she was a boy or a girl, fell in love with the prostitute's beauty at first sight, which transcended the distinction between men and women.

After spending six days and seven nights with it, the clay figurine gradually changed its appearance to that of a human being.

It was as if he was imitating the beautiful prostitute who ate and slept with him.

The ignorant clay beast learned the beauty of the divine prostitute.

When the contradictory beauty appeared in him, the clay figurine lost a lot of power, but gained human reason and wisdom accordingly.

However, even though he has lost many of his divine powers, his power is still far superior to that of humans.

Later, the doll, given human appearance and intelligence, stood before the great king.

After an earth-shattering fight to the death, they developed feelings of sympathy for each other.

The King of Gold and the Clay Man.

Although their identities are very different, they have become each other's unique friends, going on adventures together and sharing joys and sorrows.

The days flowed by on the golden land. I don’t know how many times of cold and heat, my destiny will change again.

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After traveling for about ten kilometers, the heroic spirit found the creek.

'He' cleaned and treated Master Silver Wolf's wounds, then gently put it down and let him lie on the grass to rest.

"But I'm finally relieved. I thought that this era would be filled with cities like Uruk. Now it seems that the world is still beautiful." The heroic spirit looked at the boundless and magnificent scenery around him and spoke in "Beast Language" He said this to the Master beside him.

However, his Master fell into a deep sleep and did not respond to him.

The heroic spirit smiled and sat down aside, temporarily putting everything aside and listening to the sound of the river.

Suddenly, the heroic spirit moved its gaze to the north.

‘His’ skill, the highest level of “breath perception” power, allowed him to capture the breath of nostalgia from the north far away from here.

At that moment, the heroic spirit wearing golden armor was taking the first step to leave the cave where the magician had set a barrier.

"Could it be..."

At first, 'he' opened his eyes quietly, not believing that fate would be such a coincidence.

"Could it be...is it you?"

When the heroic spirit was sure that the aura coming from the north was the "King" he was familiar with, 'he' slowly stood up.

There was silence for a moment.

In the silence, what feelings were floating in and out of 'his' heart?

Confusion and anxiety eventually turned into - full of joy.

Since this is the Holy Grail War, it means that 'he' and the 'king' may fight each other. This is God's arrangement.

But so what?

Regardless of whether the heroic spirit cuts off the other person's head or the other person digs out the heroic spirit's heart, the relationship between the two of them is like a strong cotton cloth that cannot be torn apart in one or two fights.

No, even if we fight thousands of times, it will never break.

"Ha ha--"

The heroic spirit laughed naturally and stretched out his arms quietly, "It would be good to continue the duel in the square."

The heroic spirit opened his arms completely, as if he wanted to pour out everything in his heart.

The voice is still gentle, and the singing sound comes from deep in the throat.

The song of the hero Enkidu shakes the earth.

The moving roar of the earth resounded throughout Snowfield.

This is the proof that all the Servants have gathered——

It is also the signal that declares the start of war.

Magicians and heroic spirits gather together on a false pedestal.

They knew that this was a hypocritical Holy Grail War, but they still danced on the pedestal willingly.

True and false have been abandoned on the other side of long-cherished wishes.

Some of them really came for the Holy Grail,

But some are not.

The only thing they have in common is that they all have their own beliefs - beliefs that must be implemented at all costs.

From this moment on, the Holy Grail War that belongs only to them finally officially begins.

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This is a finished world.

Darkness and light spots filled the spacious spherical room, with a wooden chair suspended in the center.

This chair can be called luxurious just by looking at its shape, but it has a bit of elegance due to the fading of the wood, so it doesn't make people feel high-end or vulgar. On the contrary, such a chair makes the surrounding atmosphere more solemn.

If an ordinary person sat on a chair, it would probably be like being swallowed up by the chair, and no one would notice him anymore. It can be seen that this chair has extraordinary temperament.

And this space seems to be prepared to praise this chair.

Anyone who sees the scene in front of them has to accept this fact.

However, a man of far more extraordinary temperament than the chair sat on it. He leaned back, making the back of his chair creak.

"Well……"

If this room is a microcosm of the universe, then the man sitting in the center is like the master of the universe.

Judging by his appearance, he was probably in his fifties or sixties.

Although the deep wrinkles showed his life experience, his eyes were still handsome, making him look more than ten years younger than his actual age.

"This axis is wrong...is the polarizing line (Line) also completely destroyed?"

Whenever the old man moves his finger in the air, the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls will rotate accordingly.

"Oh, this cut is kinda... No, it's too bad. The big damn spider will wake up and it's a hundred years too early to deal with it."

At the same time, the book floating in front of the old man also cooperated with his movements, turning page after page, recording various "information" in real time. The book was originally almost as thick as an ordinary encyclopedia. But as the old man's fingers slid, thousands of new pages appeared and disappeared one after another, seemingly endless and never ending.

After the old man continued this task for a while, he sighed in boredom.

"Sure enough, no matter how it develops, there will be no good results for the association. Even so, there is no reason for me to interfere. Well, there is really nothing we can do."

After he finished speaking as if to himself, he suddenly looked to the space behind him for advice.

"What do you think? It's time to say hello. The communication fee over there is not a small amount."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind him answered him.

"I'm sorry, it turns out you discovered me."

Behind the old man, a small wooden table matching the chair appeared, with a "telephone" placed on it.

The shape of the phone is very old, and at first glance it looks like a desk lamp. A cone-shaped horn hangs like a lightbulb, and above the slender posts are microphones, while the base that supports them houses dials.

This kind of candlestick phone can only be seen in movies, museums, antique stores, etc. nowadays. But its color is completely different from the old black phones. It is a beautiful sapphire blue. At first glance, one might mistake the phone for a gemstone artifact.

No one knows when it appeared. Apparently that place was empty just a few minutes ago. Now, however, it blends seamlessly into the ambience of the room, as if to indicate that it has been there from the beginning.

Judging from the interaction just now, it seems more like it appeared because of the old man's call and refreshed the history of the entire room.

"I'd like to take another look and ring the bell when the time is right."

A young voice came from the speaker of the phone. It seemed as if the phone had a mind of its own, carrying on a conversation with the old man.

"Do you think I'm an old man who likes to talk to himself?"

"So, did you talk to me because you knew I was here?"

"What kind of place do you think this is? There are only a few people who can come in."

The old man shrugged and glanced at the blue phone behind him.

"Okay, what's the matter? If you want to chat with someone, please change the time. There's a very troublesome job waiting for me to deal with now."

"I'm here for that too." 'Phone' responded.

"What?" The old man seemed a little surprised by this.

"If you want to choose one of the Snowfield events for observation, don't look for a magician. It's better to choose the world based on the 'uninvited guest'." The 'phone' said as if reminding the old man of things to pay attention to.

After saying that, its dial began to rotate slowly, and when it reached a certain level, it turned in the opposite direction and returned to its original position.

At the same time, the celestial bodies in the room also rotated in conjunction with the dial.

The pages of the book that the old man had just been reading were now turning at an unprecedented speed.

Every time the page of the book is turned, a human face will be reflected on it, as well as the person's information (parameters).

sometimes a man, sometimes a woman;

Sometimes it’s an old man, sometimes it’s a young child;

Sometimes a strong man, sometimes a fat man;

Sometimes a saint, sometimes a murderer;

Sometimes a magician, sometimes a priest.

The pages of the book turned quickly. Every time you turn it over, all factors such as race, gender, age, physique, clothing, personality, and occupation will change.

"You really didn't hesitate at all in controlling the planet." The old man sighed helplessly.

"After all, the road to the future is like a maze. That's what I'm good at." "Phone" said matter-of-factly.

This puzzling conversation was probably only understood by the two of them.

"However, this is different from my maze. Which place is set as the 'end point' differs from person to person." As if he was afraid that the old man would not understand, the 'phone' explained.

While speaking, the pages of the book were still turning rapidly, and the "faces" appearing on them were constantly changing, as if someone was looking through photos of past events.

The old man watched this scene with relish, while the phone on the other side kept repeating the behavior of automatically dialing and then returning to its original position.

After a while, the page turning speed slowed down.

An Oriental appears on the paper.

"Then... yes, you should wear glasses."

It's as if the words follow the law. As soon as he finished speaking on the phone, the pages of the book were carefully turned over, and a pair of thin-framed glasses appeared on his face.

If someone saw the behavior of the two people here, they might mistake it for a game, where the two players are discussing how to create their favorite characters. ()