Chapter 733 Changshan Zhao Zilong Joins!

aside.

The shocked Kotomine just stood up again.

immediately,

His heart was filled with stronger shock.

"Two Holy Grails?"

Yanfeng said in surprise.

Yi Lin nodded: "Other than this, there is no other reason that can be explained."

"It turns out," Yanfeng Zhenggong lowered his head, he recalled all the ins and outs, and there was a hint of bewilderment on his surprised face: "This is the real reason why I, Yanfeng Zhenggong, came here."

"what you mean?"

While Yi Lin was on guard against another attack from the opponent's magician Heroic Spirit, he noticed that there was something in Yanfeng's fair words, so he hurriedly asked.

He had noticed a long time ago that since coming to Uruk, Yan Fengzheng has always been preoccupied, hiding some secrets.

Firstly, Yi Lin doesn't have the ability to read minds, and secondly, he is not cruel enough to torture and beat Yanfeng justly.

As a result, Yi Lin has been unable to ask the secret in Yan Fenggong's heart.

but now,

Due to various changes, Yan Fengzheng was inexplicably broken, and his mentality seemed to have collapsed. Now is the best time to talk.

Yi Lin is very skilled in this job.

Yan Feng took a fair look at Yi Lin, and now there is nothing to hide. He said bitterly: "Ten years ago, I was sent by my teacher to that small church in Wuke Town. I became a member of the Holy Church."

"Holy Church?"

"Over the years, the struggle of magicians has been hidden in the dark. In reality, the Holy Grail War has been launched not only once. But each time, due to various reasons, the Holy Grail cannot be reappeared in the world." Speaking of this, Yanfeng The impartial gaze inadvertently landed on Milian who was fighting fiercely on the battlefield in the distance, but quickly moved away.

"Then?"

Yi Lin asked.

"And the Templar Church,

Every time the Holy Grail War is launched, a 'referee' will be sent to preside over the Holy Grail War. "

"Referee?" Yi Lin quickly combined human nature and thought of one of the possibilities: "If I'm not mistaken, the failure of the Holy Grail War has nothing to do with the Church of the Holy Church."

"Yes." Yanfeng nodded impartially: "Since the third Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail has been contaminated with extraordinary things, from a pure wish-making machine to a malicious wish-fulfilling machine that uses various methods to fulfill wishes." Break the ceremony."

Yi Lin remembered what Sercia said to herself in the space of evil thoughts, saying that Feng Gong is a magician who has been orthodoxly passed on, so what should she know, so Yi Lin continued to ask: "I have always been a magician. I am very curious, what is the reason why the magician has repeatedly failed and repeatedly launched the Holy Grail War?"

"You don't know?" Yi Lin's question shocked Yanfeng justly. He looked at Yi Lin repeatedly, and Yan Feng just always thought that since Yi Lin was from the clock tower, she should be a serious magician. But how could a serious magician not know his pursuit?

"I only pursue 'knowledge'." Yi Lin understood the surprise in the other party's eyes, shrugged slightly, and actively explained in a clever way.

At the same time, Yi Lin found that she still didn't know much about the inside of the Tower of War server.

Each force, each country, the intricate situation, and the mystery hidden in the dust of history are far more complicated and difficult to understand than his country.

Here, it reflects the importance of a unified country.

In the Tower of Death server, almost 90% of the apostles are from the Dragon Kingdom, and they rarely meet foreigners.

Fighting and killing in the other world can be regarded as internal fighting if you take ten thousand steps back. But the Tower of War regional server is different. Once the order collapses and the extraordinary rises, it will trigger an extraordinary war that will spread to the whole of Europe in minutes.

At this time,

Yan Fengzheng hesitated for a moment, but still answered Yi Lin's question: "Every generation of magicians, they pursue all their lives, only the "root". "

"source?"

Yi Lin was taken aback.

The word force is slightly higher.

"Yes, 'Root'. "Yanfeng nodded impartially: "But in fact, this is an illusory existence. Some people have traveled all over the world, searched the history of many countries, and found that in history, many people have pursued similar existences - uniqueness, truth, eternity, miracles, infinity, ultimate, doors... But in fact, what they have The pursuits are all similar, maybe even the same place. "

Yi Lin noticed that when Kotomine justly described "root", he used a strange word.

--"place".

Root is a location?

This is slightly different from Yi Lin's initial impression.

For this abstract concept, Yi Lin thinks that it should be understood as some kind of "power".

"So, what is the root cause?"

Yanfeng just shook his head: "No one knows, in fact, no magician can really reach the "root". But they speculate that there is infinite magical power in that place, which is inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Any magic, any power, and any miracle can be easily achieved in that place. "

Yi Lin couldn't help laughing: "Infinite magic power? Isn't it about the Age of Gods?"

Yan Feng was taken aback.

suddenly,

He subconsciously wanted to refute.

But for some reason, he couldn't refute it.

This is a way of opening that has never been imagined.

yes,

If in a nutshell, magicians are only pursuing the root, this age of gods where even the air is filled with strong magic power, isn't it very close to the "root" that magicians pursue?

Yi Lin listened to the situation of the battle while gathering information from Yanfeng Gongzheng's mouth, multi-tasking.

On the battlefield, things change rapidly.

Gilgamesh was busy directing, and had no time to take care of other places for the time being.

Let Yi Lin and Yanfeng just paddle the water openly.

But it was impossible for Yi Lin to paddle. After the opponent's magician released a wave of thunder bombing, there was no other movement.

Yi Lin's teleportation circle can easily divert the opponent's thunder attack, his current actions cannot be called paddling.

To be precise, it should be——

Sitting in the base camp;

protect Uruk;

Be a quiet, powerful trump card that will never be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

On the cruel battlefield, a desperate war is going on.

The two sides of the war, one side is the human beings who are driven to a dead end after the world is destroyed, and the other side is the alien race and the gods.

Every minute, someone dies.

At the same time, there are also different types of monsters falling down.

Before dying, Uruk soldiers even entangled the monster with their nails, teeth, and limbs, providing the friendly side with a slim chance to fight back.

They thought that the fighters they fought for with their lives bit by bit could eventually lead Uruk to victory.

Yi Lin was paying close attention to the movement on the battlefield, her heart was calm, and she looked away.

The fair conversation between him and Kotomine has gone back to the beginning.

Yi Lin asked, "Why did you come here?"

Yanfeng answered impartially: "Because, my teacher. Ten years ago, he said one thing to me. He said that ten years later, I will leave a crucial mark in history."

"Here?" Yi Lin pondered.

Yanfeng smiled wryly: "It is very possible. My teacher, the great sage who wanders in the sea. How old he lived has become a mystery. It is said that he has a pair of eyes that can 'predict the future'. He knows the town of Wuke. These things will happen, in fact, before you come, my teacher arrived in Wuke Town first."

"Your teacher, what did you say?"

Yanfeng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "He played chess with me...chess."

Yi Lin was silent.

Yanfeng just said again: "But after you reminded me, I finally understand. It turns out that what the teacher said, I will leave a crucial mark in history, and it is very likely that this is the Holy Grail War. Sercia ·Von Einzbern, which Einzbern family does he come from. Unlike other magician families, their family is passed down from generation to generation. The Holy Grail brought the ultimate magic "Grail of Heaven" to modern times, for which they would pay any price. "

"Using Einzbern's technology, they created a "Living Holy Grail" qualified to become a "Container". Once the ceremony is successful, the "Living Holy Grail" will acquire the ultimate magic power, reach the root, integrate with the Holy Grail, and let the real Holy Grail descend. "

Vessel... Living Holy Grail...?

Yi Lin's face became a little more serious.

He recalled the scene in the warp where Sercia stripped naked in front of him without hesitation. Although the time was short, Yi Lin was not an ordinary person, and she saw the "magic seal" on Sercia's body in an instant.

At this time, combined with Yanfeng's fair words, Yi Lin finally connected the cause and effect together, and her tone was a little more surprised: "Cercia, that is the living Holy Grail!"

"I'm afraid so."

"It's not difficult to understand." Yi Lin subconsciously picked the dead skin on her forehead, cleared her mind, and fell into deep thought: "If the Holy Grail is said to come to reality, it is Circia... No, to be precise, it is the wandering sea. , the clock tower, the real purpose of all the 'magicians' involved in the layout, I probably know what Cecia wants to do next."

"What does she want to do?" Yanfeng just looked at Yi Lin in surprise.

He thought to himself that even an orthodox magician didn't understand it, how could you, a half-hearted magician who became a monk and didn't even know the "root" understand it?

But Yan Feng just didn't dare to say these words in front of Yi Lin.

Yi Lin's dark eyes concealed a dark look, and her smile was slightly ferocious, which always gave Yanfeng the illusion that this person was difficult to get along with.

It's better not to talk nonsense.

Yi Lin shook his head, and continued to pick the dead skin. Anyway, the dead skin can stop bullets, so it doesn't matter how you pick it. He didn't hide his speculation, and said: "I haven't figured out how to do it. But it's nothing more than , Sercia wants to return the current situation to the most essential 'ceremony'."

Yan Feng just looked at Yi Lin in surprise.

Yi Lin smiled: "The holy grail ceremony is essentially seven heroic spirits fighting each other. The magic power of the fallen heroic spirits will gather on the holy grail, and finally condense into a huge magic power, becoming a wishing machine that can fulfill wishes to a certain extent— —Holy Grail. But she may not have thought that the theme of this "singularity" is the Age of Gods, and there is also a real Holy Grail here, um, although it may be false. Heroic spirits will not fight each other, which is inconsistent with the original ritual rules. "

Yanfeng nodded impartially, agreeing.

"So, somehow, she used the holy grail in her body to summon seven heroic spirits. The ceremony was performed again. Perhaps, it was because of the huge magic power contained here that she succeeded in doing this."

Yan Feng just understood, and stared at his eyes: "That is to say, in the end, our seven heroic spirits will still fight against the opponent's seven heroic spirits! The one who survives in the end will get the real Holy Grail?" Yanfeng just lips slightly Trembling, he murmured: "Red and black...the battle between red and black...is this the fate of the heroic spirit?"

"Battle of Red and Black? Heh, I like this name."

Yi Lin stared at the distance again.

"The miscellaneous fish is almost dead, and it's time for the opponent's 'general' to appear."

...

The opponent's magician greeted Urukfang warmly with Wanjun Thundercloud.

After saying hello, there was no other movement.

Like waiting.

Whether it is the red side represented by Uruk, or the dark black heroic spirit on the opposite side, they all seem to be waiting.

Waiting for the moment to play.

Unlike Yi Lin, the seven "pseudo heroic spirits" who come from modern times and do not have any heroic background, the seven heroic spirits summoned by the other party, if they really come from the past and future history, fantasy, and belief in the Holy Grail War , then, heroic spirits should have their own style and pride.

Milian's talent is indeed breathtaking.

After speed, strength, reaction, and various physical qualities are strengthened violently in a short period of time, everyone will have a process of "discomfort".

It's not that the higher the attribute, the better.

Only by knowing your own body and abilities best can you exert your greatest strength.

Of course, the above sentence is relative, not absolute.

Assuming that an ant suddenly possesses the power of a human being, it is not a problem for this ant to easily kill the ants that were in the same nest.

Under the overwhelming strength, all theories are just floating clouds.

But Milian's physical fitness has improved, but it hasn't reached such an outrageous level.

In the shortest time, she re-adapted to the new attributes and new rules.

On the battlefield, Milian is like a ray of light, shuttling through the crowd of monsters, waving invisible sharp blades with gestures, in front of Milian's gauntlet, the sticky blood gradually blurs the shape and length of the weapon that Milian deliberately concealed. , exposed.

at the same time.

Behind the herd.

Sercia came in a flash wearing a cloak.

In front of her, six figures shrouded in black light sat, stood, or lay down in different poses.

in,

A handsome blond man with a gorgeous broadsword on his waist stood smiling.

A tall man in dragon pattern armor, with long hair tied behind his head, and a spear behind his back.

A savage woman with dark skin, scars on her face, and fierce face, wrapped in animal skins and iron sheets on key parts, wearing a strange armband on her right arm, lying on the battlefield in a bold posture, with stern eyes, Stare into the distance.

A man with an oriental face, wearing a black ancient robe and a crown on his head, with an ancient sword pinned to his waist, stands proudly, with a condescending arrogance in his eyes.

A man with a beard and wearing a suit looks around with empty hands, as if he is very curious about everything around him, and wants to explore the secrets of the world.

In the end, a girl with long pink hair and a pretty face was sitting on the ground, staring intently at an old-fashioned flip phone in her hand, pressing something on the keyboard with her fingers. On her lap lay an unremarkable fire axe.

"You, you should understand the reason why you appear in this era."

Sercia said coldly to the six people who were completely uncooperative.

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves. On the backs of her hands, there were a total of twenty-one "Command Spells" of different styles. Through these Command Spells, she was enough to command the seven people from different eras, different time and space, and different countries. Powerful Heroic Spirit.

The man with the spear on his back took a step forward.

He remained silent, and the divine light in his eyes, which were like electricity and dew, was concealed.

In an instant, in the chaotic battlefield, he locked on the figure of a girl who swung her sword and slashed monsters.

"interesting."

next second,

Boom!

The ground trembled!

The black spear step disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

No!

He didn't disappear!

A black streamer, like lightning, passed through layers of beasts, and broke into the battlefield without warning!

"Look at the gun!"

The person who came was aboveboard, and was a hundred meters away, shouting loudly.

His speed is as fast as lightning.

His spear is like a horse training, like a Changhong.

On the battlefield, like an industrious little bee, Mirion slashed and killed monsters everywhere. Milian, who was covered in beast blood, was shocked in an instant. She didn't understand what happened, but her body moved automatically. The sword moved back.

Class skill: "Intuition"!

Almost instinctive reflexes!

Ding!

Milian blocked the attack from behind, but her feet couldn't bear the opponent's force and collapsed to the ground.

Those who come, one person, one shot, alone and brave, enter the battlefield.

Behind the splashing sparks, a handsome and resolute face slowly lifted up after the collision of the gun and the sword, with a vague smile on his face.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong, come on!"