I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"The one who knows the most about what happened on the earth is Gaia itself. But unfortunately, Gaia has been corrected. Even if you hold the star sword and star gun, you can't understand his star theory and talk to him. In addition, it is Thetis who has lived from the super ancient times to the modern age and created the goblin. It is just a pity that the vortex of Thetis was inherited by you, which means that Thetis has probably been killed . ” Said the dead skeleton of the sky, spreading his hands.

What she meant was simply that you can't know the answers you want to know.

"By the way, Sakura's brother, why are you asking about this?" Tiamat looked at Shirou and asked.

Shirou stretched out his hand, pointed at the three-eyed boy who passed out, and explained Weber's message.

Hearing that Shirou wanted to know the tip of the iceberg of the Lord of Relief, so he started to investigate things about the Mu continent and Gendaya civilization. The dead skeleton of the sky curled his lips, "What's there to explore about that thing. But, really explore If anything happens, you'd better tell me. To be honest, including us UO and the Star Kings, we also really want to know what the true face of the Lord of Relief is."

Tiamat nodded with a serious face.

She also really wanted to understand what the essence of the Lord of Rescue who destroyed their cosmic god-like civilization was.

"Village chief... sister..."

At this time, an unconscious murmur came out from the mouth of the three-eyed boy.

Shirou knew that the three-eyed boy was about to wake up. In order to communicate peacefully with the three-eyed boy, Shirou had to dismiss Morrigan first.

This made Morrigan very resentful, but she had to leave. She knew that compared to her own interests, the matter about the Lord of Relief was the real important thing.

As soon as the three-eyed boy woke up, he saw Shirou and others who were watching him, and his face was filled with fear and fear.

Zombie of the Sky comforted with a smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, kid."

She was wearing a long white dress, shoulder-length blond hair, and her delicate and gentle face, making people feel like an angel in a fairy tale.

However, in the eyes of the three-eyed boy, he saw a piranha biting and devouring its prey, and he trembled.

"Fear not," said Tiamat.

The three-eyed boy saw it again. He saw a warship full of weapons, strafing the earth and annihilating everything on Tiamat, and the two giant dragons that created countless ogre beasts. He trembled with fear.

"We are not bad people." Artoria said.

The three-eyed boy's body trembled for a while, and he saw a crimson dragon from Artoria's body that was completely torn apart, but still breathing out dragon's breath.

The three-eyed boy's eyes fell on Shirou again.

At this time, he was not only trembling, but his entire body was dominated by fear.

He saw endless malice and darkness from Shirou's body, but when he looked into the abyss, he saw fire in the endless darkness.

Beside the fire was a small white man with black spots all over his body. He kept licking wood for the fire. Although the burning fire was small, it was very dazzling, illuminating the extremely narrow piece of darkness.

And there was a vortex next to the villain, spinning, spinning, it seemed to generate a huge repulsive force, isolating the infestation of that huge darkness.

"Hello, please don't be afraid, we are not..."

Shirou was about to stabilize the three-eyed boy's heart, but before he finished speaking, the three-eyed boy threw himself on the ground directly towards him, bowing and prostrating.

"Master God, Lord God, I finally found you. Please save the village, save the village!"

Crying.

Shirou was stunned.

What the hell?

Chapter 82 Vortex, Protector, Magician of the Age of Gods

"Master God, Lord God, I finally found you. Please save the village, save the village!"

The three-eyed boy cried and kowtowed to Shirou, then grabbed Shirou's hand, begging.

Shirou moved his hand, but couldn't pull it back. He raised his eyebrows: "If you have something to say, talk about it, but I suggest you let go of my hand before I get angry."

Shirou cherishes the body he is currently using, because this body belongs to Artoria, not him.

The three-eyed boy was taken aback, and subconsciously let go of his palm. Shirou pulled his hand back and rubbed it. The boy looked small, but he was quite strong. He was worthy of being an ancient fantasy species.

Shirou sat on the table beside him, looking at the three-eyed boy with bright blue eyes, and asked, "What's your name? Also, why do you call me 'God'?"

The three-eyed boy looked around at the people around him, panicked and at a loss.

Arturia stepped forward, looked at the three-eyed boy gently, and said softly: "It's okay, we will help you."

Looking at the gentle Artoria, the image of the guardian red dragon in the eyes of the three-eyed boy became more and more clear, and his nervous and panicked heart subconsciously settled down.

He turned his head, looked at Shirou, and said, "My lord, my name is Charia, and I live in a village in the Cordillera Mountains..."

It turns out that the three-eyed people living in South America are not just Charia, but a village.

The three-eyed village was built on the mountain, and they have inhabited here since before UO and they wantonly transformed this connection point, living a primitive life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and the virtualization of the world has no effect on their lives. not big.

The three-eyed people also believed that they would always live a stable and stable life, until more than a month ago, a group of magicians and adventurers who possessed the power of gods attacked their village.

"Obviously there is nothing valuable in our village, and there are no upgrade points where monsters gather around, but those priests and adventurers attacked our village and killed Uncle Olas, even the village chief and Lamo Sister Yi also..."

The three-eyed boy clenched his fists. Fear, hatred, and resentment formed a complex picture of the world in his eyes.

"They took us into captivity, and I took the opportunity to escape. They are too powerful, and I have no way to save the people. However, as long as we find the legendary patron saint, the people will be saved... So, Lord God..."

The three-eyed boy looked at Shirou expectantly.

The dead skeleton of the sky came to Shirou with a stride, poked Shirou with his elbow, and said with a smile: "So you are also a god. Should you bury yourself too, Eternal King?"

"Such low-level jokes are not funny at all."

Shirou rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and scratched at the hair of Tianzhi Xingke, and then moved upwards, Tianzhi Xingke screamed in pain, and suddenly dared not elbow Shirou, instead hugged his head, and pulled away from Shirou distance.

Shirou squinted at the dead skeleton of the sky. Fortunately, this guy's hair is not as short as Alquitt's, so it is not easy to catch.

Turning his head and looking at the three-eyed boy, Shirou said, "I'm not the patron saint of some village, you've got the wrong person."

Hearing this, the three-eyed boy became excited: "No, I definitely did not make a mistake, you are the protector of the village!"

"How do you know?" Shirou asked.

Whether it is the modern man or the British man, at least ten thousand years have passed since the Mayan civilization survived in the South American mythological era. How could he have left footprints and legends here?

Moreover, it is already a miraculous thing to use [root] to tamper with the spirit son record tape. It is impossible to happen the second time. After all, neither Gaia's monster nor Alaya's heroic spirit is a joke.

The most important thing is that the Lord of Relief is sealed in the [root] vortex known as Akasha's record, and entering the [root] path, the probability of being directly swallowed by the Lord of Relief is extremely high.

So far, Shirou recalled the past when he crossed the [Root Source] road, and he was still lucky. It can only be said that the stronger he becomes, the more he knows, and the more he knows, the more he can realize his own insignificance and unknown terror.

So how could this kind of thing happen a second time?