Infinite Dimensional Conquest

The heroic spirit hidden in the darkness, guarding against the disappearance of the worms, Matou Zaiyan, only relaxed after a long time.

"How sad, my contractor."

The assassin in the dark looked at Matou Shinji who had summoned him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not good at treatment, and I can't handle this situation."

The assassin heroic spirit looked at Matou Shinji's hopeful gaze and slowly shook his head.

Even as a legendary heroic spirit, her scalp felt a little numb when she saw this scene in the insect warehouse.

The second master, who still had some hope, instantly fell into a state of despair. Isn't the purpose of summoning the heroic spirit to stop suffering like that?

"Holy...Grail..."

Apart from the Holy Grail, he no longer has the slightest hope. Heroic spirits cannot rely on him. He can only rely on the Holy Grail to realize his wishes.

What a simple and small wish, Second Master, now it has been ruined by Master Insect.

At this moment, the poor second master is having an in-depth communication with the bug. Uh, the scene is too heavy, so we won't describe it further. Let's make up your own mind.

...

Different from the fate line of the original book, in the Matou family today, only Matou Shinji is left, the heir, or tool, whose magic aptitude is rotten to the ground.

And Matou Zuoyan will definitely not participate in the war in person. After all, the longer he lives, the more afraid of death, not to mention an old monster like him who regards immortality as his obsession.

The only option was to try to transform Matou Shinji as much as possible. However, it did not take only one year and completely overdrawn his vitality like Matou Kariya.

This transformation cycle lasted for ten years, and I won't say much about the process. The experience that was more painful than death had completely destroyed his will, soul, and body (♂?).

In these years, from an ordinary person who knows nothing, he has directly become an elite magician of the third-order limit, and is even about to enter the fourth-order level.

To a certain extent, Master Insect's methods are very powerful, and even a magician in the sea of ​​wandering, there are not many magicians who can achieve this level of magic.

...

This night is not destined to be peaceful.

This night, most of the heroic spirits came, and most of the strong came to this small city.

The whole city was filled with a sense of depression, and bursts of powerful magic burst out from time to time.

Fuyuki City, Einzbern Castle.

This place where Emiya Kiritsugu, Irisviel and the others fought ten years ago is also the place where they will be buried.

Under the moonlight, outside the castle, two simple Western-style cemeteries stood quietly.

At this moment, a girl with long white hair and red pupils, with an incomprehensible sadness flashing in her eyes, squatted down and gently placed two flowers in front of the tomb.

"Perhaps this is the first and last time to see you." Tears welled in the girl's eyes, and she said firmly.

Behind her, a giant man as rough as a beast stood, like an indestructible city wall, guarding her.

A powerful aura enveloped the entire castle, not because of madness, but the heroic spirits that came in the heyday, the god-level combat power in the heyday.

"Before leaving, you must impress your brother."

"After preparing for so long, I can't lose to that old woman Lorelai, and also, I can't lose to that idiot Rin."

...

Fuyuki City, a Japanese-style mansion that occupies a large area, but is relatively ordinary.

It was Emiya Kiritsugu that was built on the place that Irisviel bought, and now it has its new owner. Five years ago, Emiya Shirou inherited this mansion.

"drink……"

A young man with short red hair and a seemingly peaceful personality was waving the samurai sword in his hand at the moment.

It is worth mentioning that this samurai sword was projected by him, and the body also applied enhanced magic, and the slashing hit brought a real whistling sound.

He is Emiya Shirou. Unlike the original fate line, in the five years after Emiya Kiritsugu's death, he has not been abandoned, but has been practicing magic.

However, his magic circuit is very bad. In five years, he has only learned some basic magic, as well as projection magic, the one who will be brilliant in the future.

He worked hard day after day and practiced swordsmanship. Although there was no inheritance, he was considered to have entered the hall. At this moment, his swordsmanship was considered acceptable.

Everything is just to realize that ridiculous and noble dream.

In the distance, on a high-rise building about a few kilometers away, a man with white hair and red clothes, with a red sacred corpse cloth wrapped around his waist, looked directly at Emiya Shirou in the courtyard with his sharp eyes.

"As long as you're dead..."

The man turned and walked away, the killing intent dissipated, leaving only a handsome back.

...

High in the sky, a dark crow with three blood-red eyes looked down.

"Huh? This should be the future Emiya Shirou. I didn't expect it to appear. Who summoned it?"

Tianchen shared the perspective of the Three-Eyed Crow, and accidentally peeped at the heroic spirit.

Originally, after Tohsaka Rin and Emiya Shirou did not have the slightest intersection, it is reasonable to say that the probability of being summoned from the extremely large number of Heroic Spirits is close to zero.

"Looks like it will be interesting."

Chapter 0094 long night

The future Emiya Shirou, fighting with the current him, is also a highlight of the Fifth Holy Grail War in the original fate line, and this battle will still happen today.

"However, Emiya Shirou today is much stronger than the original Fate Line, but compared to the Heroic Spirit, he is still several levels behind."

"Can it be opened again?"

Tianchen watched with interest the disappearing lonely back, and the boy in the yard who was trying to swing his sword.

"This night is really long..."

...

This night was really long, very long.

In Fuyuki City, at three or four in the morning, on the roof of a tall building, a figure stood pretty.

"Just now, he must have discovered my familiar, right?"