1. Foreword: I don't know if this chapter is considered an abuse of the master, but I think this is the best chapter written in recent times.

The magnificent courtyard in the sky is filled with colorful poisonous mist.

The ferocious beasts of various mythological eras let out bursts of deafening roars.

The great sage Charon, who was in charge of the command and was also responsible for the detoxification work, was the first to die, and was targeted by the master of the courtyard, Semiramis, who had just stepped into the palace complex and was poisoned by Hydra. Influenced by the anecdote that "he died of Hydra poison before his death", he didn't even have time to struggle, so he turned into a spirit son and dissipated.

Soon, the brave Ziegfei, who had slain the strongest evil dragon Valrhona, fell, and fell under the backstab of the black-clothed priest.

Achilles, the great hero of a similar myth to him and who glorified an era, also fell. First he was hit by the paralyzing toxin, and then when he lost his mind, he was caught in a trap, injured his ankle, and finally was besieged to death by miscellaneous soldiers.

Losing her best partner and avant-garde, Atalanta went berserk, putting on a wild boar skin and turning into a shattered demon frantically attacking everything in front of her, tearing apart countless fierce beasts, demonic beasts, phantom beasts, and divine beasts along the way, but in the end she was still torn to pieces by the fierce school of divine fish.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Avisbroon chose to rebel, and he captured his master, Roger, and used the child he had always admired as the "heart" to activate his precious Phantasm, the Crown of Wisdom.

Although he soon died by the sword of the enraged Mordred, the Noble Phantasm was completed. The huge puppet, which was more than fifteen meters high, became the biggest obstacle for everyone to move forward.

In order to break through the puppet's blockade, Astolford and his Hippogriff were hammered into spirit sons by the puppet, Mordred was seriously injured, and Joan of Arc's holy banner was also useless because it reached its limit.

However, before the group could recover from the huge cost, a new round of attacks ensued. Karna held Artoria in check, and Mordred and Joan of Arc were toyed with by Semiramis to clapp, seeing that Mordred was about to die.

The black-clothed priest who was in control of the victory showed a cruel and bloody smile at Shinji: "You are finished, the world will be destroyed." ”

Unwillingly, Shen Er's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared wildly and rushed forward, but was forced to stop by a movement of the black-clothed priest - he didn't know where to grab the soul of Yustiza, and just blocked between the two.

Then, without even giving him a chance to scold the vile, the priest pierced the back of Estissa's heart with a sword and plunged it into Shinji's chest.

Yu Stisa, who was pierced through the spirit core, her sense of existence became thinner and thinner, she reached out and gently stroked Shinji's cheek, her eyes were full of attachment, reluctance, worry, and pity, but there was no resentment.

Her pale lips twitched, and she spat out imperceptibly, "Run." ”

Subsequently, the closely linked contract was shattered and broken, and the bond of fate and a total of six years dissipated into the air with the pure white spirit son. Only the grief-stricken Shinji was left screaming hoarsely.

"Don't!!"

But this roar only lasted for a few seconds, because he himself was pierced by the sword and the spirit core, and it was difficult to maintain his existence.

The eyelids grew heavier, consciousness blurred, and the whole world was swallowed up by darkness.

Unwilling to die like this, the assassin struggled to concentrate, stay conscious, and desperately open his eyes.

Perhaps because of the hard work, the heavy eyelids were finally opened by him, and the dark world was replaced by light.

However, the scenery in front of me is not the sky courtyard filled with poison, but the familiar ceiling.

"It's ...... The city of Mirenia. ”

Rubbing his groggy head, his fingers inadvertently crossed the corners of his eyes, faintly touching a trace of warmth.

"Tears? It turned out to be a dream, well, a dream, fortunately a dream, no, wait-"

As soon as the tense nerves relaxed, the memories of the past flooded over like a tidal wave.

Many days of planning came to naught.

The Great Grail, which contained the soul of Justisa, was taken away.

And the one who is similar to himself.,Wearing the skin of Amakusa Shiro Shizhen.,Reached the extreme of sword (Taidao) and footwork.。

That man, clamoring to destroy the world.

And he exhausted all his strength, exhausted all means, united all the objects that could be united, and still ended up running away.

As soon as he thought of this, Shinji's heart was filled with a strong sense of powerlessness.

It had been a long time since he had experienced such powerlessness, the last time was at the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, when Skaha was voluntarily defeated by the sword of Artoria and left the world.

At that time, he vowed to work hard, and he never wanted to lose important people because of his inability.

Therefore, it is clear that there is no one to urge him to practice, and there is no one to give him a Spartan education, and he has not slacked off for a day, and his daily homework is only overcompleted, and there will never be a shortage.

You must know that in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person living in a peaceful era, and although his life was not smooth, it was not difficult. The hardest thing is just the two major difficulties that the vast majority of flower planting students have to go through, the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. But even in the race against time before the two major exams, he didn't secretly read idle books or go to the Internet café to surf around.

And this hard work is nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to the schoolwork that Skaha left behind. His motivation to persist to this day, in addition to men's innate yearning for power and curiosity about the unknown, is only for the important people.

In order to protect his talented sister and Fujino, for the sake of oranges, and in order to fulfill the wishes of Usitisa and Skaha, he has been working hard until today.

But now, not to mention that you can't even protect the people who are important to you, what kind of magician are you to be, what kind of martial arts are you still practicing? What are you working hard for? Even taking the initiative to get involved in the whirlpool of struggle for the clock tower and still being the enemy of the "King of the Dead"?

Could it be that the efforts of the past few years have been meaningless?

All kinds of negative emotions come one after another, and Shinji begins to doubt his life and himself.

He didn't attribute the reason to the jewel man, if the old man really wanted to harm him, he didn't need to go through so much trouble at all.

He didn't blindly resent Shirou, after all, he was not strong enough and thoughtless.

If you have the same strength as Shirou, if you can think more thoughtfully, and don't take it for granted that the situation is going well, let your guard down, and start to change the so-called tragedy according to your own intentions, how can you end up in this step?

Everything is caused by his immaturity, if he can be more mature and stronger, the situation will be completely different - at least that traverser is by no means invincible, if so, he doesn't need to follow the original script of Amakusa Shiro Shizhen, he can directly kill him and snatch it by force.

However, it is too late to say this, although they have escaped with their own group, but they are already invincible with the Great Holy Grail and the home advantage, and the so-called advantage in numbers and combat power has too many ways to disintegrate.

The dream just now may be illusory, but it is enough to illustrate the problem - the immature self can think of such a way, how can the traverser who can't see the depth clearly think of it?

Is he stupider than himself? Hehe, this joke is not funny, how can a person who is even calculating his inhibition be a stupid person?

Stupid people, powerless people are themselves.

Unconsciously, Yustisa's voice and smile appeared in front of him, so beautiful, so clear, but it was gradually drifting away. I wanted to chase it, but I couldn't catch up until I was exhausted and drowsy.

- I'm really, really useless.

PS: Okay, so far in this chapter, the protagonist's trough period has passed, and then there is a little bit of innocuous depression at most, and you can finally open the aura of the real protagonist.

PS2: The book friends who have persevered here are all diehards, and you have worked hard. The traitor was grateful, and he had nothing to repay, so he could only do his best to paint a good story.