Just after the middle of April, on a still spring night, it began to drizzle in a city called Fuyuki.

Shallow clouds obscured the moonlight, and sprinkled nectar on the land, rivers, and towns.

In Fuyuki City, located in the Kansai region near Kobe, there is the Migen River, which runs through the town, and with this river as the boundary, there is a deep mountain town that maintains the Japanese-style style on one side, and a new capital that combines the characteristics of the new era on the other.

This ancient river, as it were, acted as a spacer of the times.

The ancient is on one side, the new is on the other, and the river that runs through the ancient and modern is in the middle.

And above this Weiyuan River, a huge iron bridge is separated from it. The 319-meter-long double-decker steel arch bridge, painted reddish-brown, is usually bustling with people coming and going.

At this time, in the middle of the night, this bridge is probably the quietest place in the whole of Fuyuki.

At the top of the vault of the Fuyugi Bridge, a figure stands on it.

"It's almost 12 o'clock."

Taking off the watch with the twelve stars engraved on it, the silent magic is faintly brewed, and the magician of the famous Bazet Fraga Macremis takes it into her arms casually.

In battle, the hands used as weapons also carry unnecessary weights on them, which is a taboo for warriors. The same applies to magicians who use their bodies as weapons.

At the quietest moment in the city, the magician from London closed his eyes and silently counted down the time.

Then, when the clock struck on the hour, the "predator" opened his eyes.

The next moment, the complexity is interlocking like gears, and the intricate geometry unfolds beneath the woman.

The vast magic power itself rushed upward, turning into an extremely brilliant brilliance that spread across the sky, and then descended from the sky and poured into the formation that unfolded beneath her.

It was a twisted magic from the leylines, extracted by a female magician from beneath the earth and transformed into a great magic that could distort space.

"eohTiwlaguyr" Rune after Rune came out of the magician's mouth.

The magic array that shimmered brightly under his feet spun and soared into the sky, turning into a ripple of water.

The next moment, in the midst of the lush flow of magic, a magician named Bazet disappeared from this world

(From a very young age, I always admired that man.) ）

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a world similar but different from what she had just seen.

(He was a hero, a hero of the whole Celtic.) His life is so brilliant that even the most brutal monarch will be moved by his popularity. ）

The sky was covered in mirror-like things, and arcs of light flashed over it.

The air was filled with countless points of light in a dark blue color. On the bridge below, the galaxy-like points of light are interspersed in the gap between the steel, like fireflies in the middle of summer.

(But, he's a hero.) ）

However, beneath this beautiful appearance, an ominous magic condensed in the air, turning into the wails of the dead, coming from distant mythological times.

(Only dead heroes are heroes.) ）

A black mist appeared out of thin air, turning into a spirit snake that winded upward, and when it reached the other side of the mirror, there was a reversal, rushing straight down, falling on top of the arch of the bridge, twisting and swirling, converging into a black hole-like thing.

(And he may be at the top of all the heroes who have died.) ）

A non-human howl came from the center of the black mist, as if brewing endless anger and resentment.

"It looks like the last one." As he spoke, Bazette put on leather gloves inscribed with your.

The next moment, a furious figure broke away the black mist, and with a touch of red brilliance, rushed towards Bazet.

And then

"Boom!"

Between the two of them, the air currents radiated outward in a violent manner, and the steel bridge beneath their feet creaked overwhelmingly.

Incredibly, the blue furious figure was on par with the burgundy-haired female magician.

"But even if you look at it again." A heavy punch, without any fancy attack, actually forced the blue figure to retreat again and again.

ur, the meaning of the rune in the rune of the "original cow", a kind of extinct ancient cattle, huge, powerful, engraved with this rune, can open the mountain to split stones, pull out a thousand catties.

The huge bull from ancient times opened its wild eyes, and in the countless currents of light that unfolded at the feet of the female magician, it crossed the interval of time and space, took a frantic step, charged, charged, and submerged into the body of the female magician.

The text on the leather gloves has changed, and the IS is is twisted by the ink.

This is an ancient wisdom from Northern Europe, one of the most famous runes in the world. This sacred text can foretell the future. Each word has its own power to protect the soul of mankind. In it, the oldest wisdom of mankind is brewing

If it was for Lynn, who was far away in Changyue City, to use these runes, there would definitely not be as easy operation as Bazet, drawing out the deepest power of the runes.

This is the privilege of the Rune Messenger, the power of an A+ level magician, and the wisdom of the "Inheritance Carrier" that has been passed down from the gods for thousands of years.

"I still think you heroic spirits are sad!"

Bullying himself, his burgundy hair danced wildly in the air, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, as if he was mocking the "heroic spirit" in front of him.

"Obviously a hero who has made great achievements in the world, but he is trapped by a mere magic. Obviously has the power to destroy the town, but he can only show off his might in this small [Mirror Realm], and he doesn't know it. ”

The storm-like frenzied air flow mixed with countless solid ice slid towards the frenzied blue spearmen, only to be scattered by a red magic spear.

"Roaring !!!!!"

There was a roaring sound, and in an instant, the car cracked the steel bridge beneath its feet, and in the burst of steel chips, the terrible blackened heroic spirit slammed into Bazet's chest in a brutal and furious manner.

Yes, in front of Bazette, the blue figure wielding the Scarlet Magic Spear is the legendary Heroic Spirit.

Moreover, it is still the kind of existence that belongs to the front line.

Its name is Cúchulainn.

One of the most famous members of the "Red Branch", the son of Lugh, the god of light (the sun) and the princess of Celtic mythology, is the "fierce dog of Kulin" who is a demigod and demigod.

Even now, when the subspecies Holy Grail War is everywhere, this kind of front-line existence is rare.

"Touching !!"

In the overwhelmed wail of the bridge, the berserk heroic spirit with the magic spear held the gun and slammed into Bazette, who crossed his hands to protect his face.

The magic spear pierced the magician's collarbone, but the female magician didn't seem to feel anything about it, but just stretched out her hand blessed with the power of the "original cow" and forcibly stopped the charge of the heroic spirit.

“sigel！”

The rune called "Sun" was read out of the mouth of the expressionless magician, and in an instant, a layer of fiery light appeared on her hands.

In an instant, the sun-like heat turned into two short knives, which were immediately slashed out by the magician.

"Roaring !!!"

Even if he went crazy for some reason and lost his mind, the instinct of the warrior remained in the body.

Drawing the gun and retrieving it, the [Re-stance] ability obtained from the transformation made this blackened heroic spirit instantly disengage from contact combat.

At the same time, he also dodged two blazing blades, and the steel bridge melted on the ground where the blades fell.

"It's ridiculous, my ancestor."

Bazet's eyes narrowed and he struck a standard grappling stance. Falcon-like eyes are constantly looking for the mistakes of the heroic spirit in front of them.

And the blackened Heroic Spirit, at this time, was also holding a gun in one hand and posing in a formation.

The Makeremis family is a descendant of the Knights of the Red Branch, to which the hero Cú Chulainn belonged during his lifetime, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an ancestor.

As if instinctively, the blackened Heroic Spirit's hand unconsciously moved, pointing the spear head at the ground.

“Algiz―Nauthiz―Ansuz―Inguz”

"That spell?!"

It must have been some kind of symbolic spell, carved with runes on the four corners, but I didn't feel any magic in it.

Although it is a carrier of inheritance, the inheritance of thousands of years will eventually be a little different. It's just that Bazette can't recognize it anymore, and the formation in front of her is the famous Athn Gabla.

For the soldiers who set up the formation, it is not allowed to be defeated. For the warriors who saw this array, they were not allowed to retreat.

The atmosphere was like condensation, and the next moment, the two figures were entangled together.

Calamity's spear swung sideways, tearing the magician's clothes and leaving a deep scar on his white abdomen.

The steely fist slammed into the gun, and when the magic spear could not be clenched, the blue straitjacket of the Heroic Spirit was pierced by a pillar of light that emerged from the air.

On this steel bridge, a heroic spirit from ancient times, a magician inherited from ancient times, engaged in a fierce melee battle.

The flesh is pierced, and the divinity of the son of the sun god flows from the ancient magic spear.

The spirit body was hit, and under the tempered body, even the heroic spirit had to be bruised.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of scars were left on the body of the rampaging Heroic Spirit, and the magician was even more unbearable, and the clothes specially strengthened by the magic were torn and countless marks pierced through.

(Well, in the past, I was actually an admirer of you.) ）

A lead-colored stone ball emerges from behind the female magician, a living treasure made by the skill of the gods, an unbreakable assault costume.

(After the advance team learned your identity, I didn't sleep all night.) ）

The frenzied spearmen continued to let out meaningless wails, and their hands were full of strength. It's not throwing. Even your own body should be one with the gun.

(But, knowing that you are now, I have decided that I should take your life.) ）

"- Answerer!" The orb began to unfold, and the sword of the gods, guarded by some kind of magic power and a certain concept, locked the heart, or spirit core, in front of it.

"- GaeBolg!" The jump and the reveal of his real name occur at the same time, starting with the red Cursed Spear.

On the other hand, the magic spear is the sword of the God of War that has been detached from the original ugly stone ball appearance.

The dots and dots are crossing, and a single blow is a must-kill for both sides. The Noble Phantasm that interferes with cause and effect roars, and the sword that comes first and the spear that reverses cause and effect staggers past.

Concepts are broken by concepts.

The cursed sword, which distorts the notion of fate, strikes the heart of the Heroic Spirit first.

(Did you know?) Actually, I've always had a wish in my heart. ）

Even so, the magic spear that reverses the curse of cause and effect does not stop just because the owner is hit.

But

"It's incredible!"

Feeling her heart grazed by the magic spear that turned into a thousand thorns, the female magician let out a happy voice.

"The only way to avoid the curse of reversing cause and effect is to escape from the range of this treasure, or to have enough luck. Looks like I'm not damn there yet. ”

The blow that was supposed to pierce the heart and destroy the female magician's interior was unbelievably dodged.

Space is shattered.

The reflection of the real world called [Mirror Realm] is unraveled, and in the real world, the destroyed bridge is unscathed.

The female magician raised the card in her hand with a complicated expression, and on the card, a man wearing a ranger hat pointed a spear diagonally to the ground.

(I'm trying to save you, if you're allowed.) ）

A quaint diamond earring fell off his hand and fell into the turbulent Weiyuan River.

Immediately, the female magician didn't even look at it, turned around, and staggered towards the side of the "new capital".

Ancient on one side, new on the other, a single female magician crosses the river that runs through the past and the present in the middle.

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PS: I feel that Sister Ba and Big Dog, a pair of master and servant, are rare masters and servants with a clear source, but they are very bitter. Especially until Sister Ba was penetrated through the heart in FSN, she still didn't say her wishes.

PS2: I don't know if I ever wrote that feeling, ah, it's so troublesome to fight

PS3: Recently, the collection has risen so fast (relatively speaking), about ten a day...... Then, ask for recommendations, ask for book reviews