Chapter 115: Kratos, the Man of the Mountain

At the same time, the airport in Fuyuki City welcomed a pair of special guests.

A two-meter-tall burly man with a bald head and tattoos, a Nordic man who looks like the underworld, but is more vicious than the underworld.

He was very unusually followed by a little girl with silver and white hair, the little girl was wearing a purple suit all over, which looked extremely precious, and it was definitely handmade clothes, but she didn't care at all.

The bald man next to her was wearing a black suit and clutching a huge suitcase in his hand.

The little girl smiled in a language that I don't know if it was Swedish, Norwegian or Finnish, and said, "Berserker, how do you feel here?"

"Breath ......" big autumn, even under the sun, the temperature outside will never exceed fifteen degrees, the bald giant exhaled heavily, as if the dragon sighed dragon breath, and in an instant white smoke erupted from his nostrils, turning the surrounding area into a white mist, which was very terrifying.

"This time Caster is not simple, the composition of the position is decent, with the magic of this country it is impossible to compare with Northern Europe, but now it is a little more intense than Northern Europe, it should be Caster's handiwork, it is really a terrible magician, this kind of magician is only a handful even in our time. ”

Obviously called Berserker, but he has a sense of consciousness, and even analyzes the way, and dissects things clearly, which is simply terrifying.

"If it were you, you wouldn't lose, would you? The silver-haired little girl saved the bald man's arm and smiled innocently.

The other hand of the big man caressed her head, and he didn't answer, but the determination in his eyes when he looked into the distance was enough to pierce the gods.

This time, I won't let you die no matter what.

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In the turbulence of endless time and space, an old man with a beard on his back with his hands behind his back, proudly raised his head, and looked up at these countless worlds that are not up and down, left and right, in order, and in the past and future.

He just stood, observed, and admired, countless moving stories unfolded in his eyes, and countless poignant loves withered in his eyes.

It's like watching a movie, never editing out a certain clip, and after enjoying it from beginning to end, it's over, although it's full of living people, living stories, and people can't help but shoot amazing episodes, but he is like a heart of stone.

At the beginning, he will use his own power to change their fate and change their trajectory, and then what?

He was not satisfied, they were just passers-by, and even if he helped them, it would be difficult for him to bring himself into their companions, and even if they changed their fate, they would not say a word of thanks.

Human beings, fate, and the world are so intricately intertwined that no one can change them, no one can ......

Suddenly, the old man had an uncomfortable expression on his face, not because he was hurt or anything, but because of an uncomfortable sticky feeling that suddenly came over his heart, his soul, and made him uncomfortable.

His eyes flashed red, and his lips couldn't help but turn up a pair of fangs, this bearded old man was actually a vampire!

He was none other than the apex of the vampires, the fourth seat of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the second possessor of magic, the magician, the jeweler, and Keshua Zerrich Thubein Ogu.

Known as the Marshal of the Demon Dao, he is the superpoint of all magicians in the world today, the top magician, the magician, and the ancestor teacher of the Tosaka family.

He didn't know how many years he had lived, and he found the source of his discomfort in an instant.

He took off the glove of his right hand, and a spell was slowly emerging.

An unhappy expression appeared on his face: "Alayya......"

Alayah, the collective consciousness of all human beings, including his, of course, has the highest authority of this universe over human beings, and it is precisely because of this that even if he has his magic attainments and the identity of a Dead Apostle, as long as he was a human before, he will be unable to guard against such small means.

Merely......

"The Holy Grail War?" It was a crossroads of countless destinies, past, present, and future, the strong, the weak, the strange, the blooming, the burning, the ice-like fate......

It's all gathered there, it's staggered there, and now the Holy Grail War is like a giant ball of thread, crocheted by fate, and he is ready to move.

"Actually, I don't want to go, but I can't help it. He muttered softly, and then the whole person sank into one of the worlds as if he had fallen into water......

When he appeared on the streets of Fuyuki City, the magic content of Fuyuki City still made him stunned.

"This ...... It seems a little wrong...... "Far East, he has been here, he has been here when the ancestors of the Tosaka family came to Fuyuki City, and he has been impressed by the level of magic here, and the exorcists are also another choice of degradation and self-protection made under the premise of not having enough magic."

But now, not to mention compared with the previous Far East, even compared with Northern Europe, it is three points stronger!

This time, he was genuinely interested.

Turning around, he found a secluded place with plenty of spiritual power, he waved his hand, and naturally a gem turned into spiritual liquid, forming a magic array.

"Come out, O Heroic Spirit. He was more casual than Kailar, raised his hand, and the spell in his hand echoed with the magic array, and then a tall figure even bigger than him appeared in the magic array.

The appearance of this figure couldn't help but sudden, even with the strength of Zelrich, and the goosebumps on his skin exploded one by one, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Zelrich is already very tall, one meter eighty, he actually has to look up at this person wrapped in black armor, it can be seen that this person is already one meter nine, and the important things wrapped in the armor are full of suffocating murderous aura, this murderous aura is indescribable, invisible, but as long as you stand in front of him, the skin around you will be tingling, as if there are countless small daggers around you to stimulate your skin.

But the person in front of him made the Marshal of the Demon Dao, the fourth seat of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles, feel this way, I am afraid that ordinary people standing in front of him will be killed by him with one look.

What a terrible force and a character.

Seeing him look down at Zelridge with a terrible blue glint in his eyes, the spokesman of death said in a calm, ancient voice.

"My name is the Man of the Mountain, and I have come to fight as an Assassin. ”

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