The so-called "Holy Grail War" is a battle to the death between magicians and heroic spirits for a single wish. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And to win the Holy Grail War, the power of the Heroic Spirit is indispensable.

The so-called "heroic spirits" are those heroes who exist in history or legends. They have gained strength because of their long history or the beliefs of human beings, and they have become more powerful beings than they were in life. Normally, these spirits are housed in Valhalla, which is independent of time and space, and only a good magician, such as the Dirty Inkstone, can summon them to the human world. And the reason why ordinary magicians were able to summon them was only because the Holy Grail activated the spiritual veins underground in Fuyukicho, and with the help of the power of the spiritual veins, they could do things that they couldn't normally.

The summoned Heroic Spirit is certainly not the kind of free thug who is put on the aura of loyalty and the aura of the weak. The reason why they respond to the call is nothing more than two reasons: either they have a deep bond with the summoned person or a spiritual resonance, and are willing to help him; Either they came to that wish, hoping to make up for their regrets in life and fulfill their wishes. But in either case, the Heroic Spirit must have some "opportunity" to come to the world.

"In the process of summoning Heroic Spirits, magic is of course important, but even more important are the other two abilities. As a summoner, it is necessary to provide a strong calling with one's own heart; And use your own control to maintain a stable connection. In the center of the magic array, the aging and almost withered Kiri's visceral inkstone was sitting on the ground, holding a broken saber in both hands, as if echoing Sakura's explanation, and his body rose with a dazzling and stable blue light, straight to the sky.

"To ensure that the call to the Heroic Spirit is strong enough, it is generally necessary that there is a spiritual connection between the Heroic Spirit itself and the summoner, for example, the heroic should summon a heroic man such as the Drunken Man; The brave and upright should summon the righteous warriors like the paladins; Those who are cautious should summon wise men such as military advisors......"

"In addition, if you can find the relics left by that heroic spirit in the human world, you can further strengthen the effectiveness of the summon and increase the success rate of the summon." Sakura smiled and pointed to the entire box of holy relics placed in the corner, "For these things, I spent almost 60 billion yen and spent a year sifting out the most suitable Heroic Spirits for us. ”

Six...... 60 billion ......

War, war! You're the biggest money burner in the world!

"By the way, you've all decided which Heroic Spirit you're going to summon, right?" When I thought of this, I couldn't help but ask, "Who are they?" ”

"Wait a minute, you'll see it, let's see if you know it."

As he spoke, the gems and other materials in the magic array, which were known to be very precious at a glance, spontaneously combusted, turning into pillars of light, and finally the entire magic array was shrouded in huge colorful light.

After the light dissipated, an old man leading a thin horse appeared in the magic circle, although he was tall, he was terribly thin, and his hair that was tied into Qing-style braids had already turned yellow. He was dressed in a shabby horse coat and short shirt, his face was haggard, and there was a sadness on his face that could not be concealed. The war horse behind him was quite similar to his master, although the skeleton was tall, but the body was also skinny, constantly panting, and there were many white foams hanging from the corners of his mouth that were slowly drying up.

This Heroic Spirit doesn't look like it's going to fight, but it looks like it's going to die at any moment......

The old man lowered his head, looked at the broken knife in his hand, and sighed.

"I've failed countless times in five hundred years." Jian Tong Dirty Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his tone was flat but revealed an irrepressible determination, "But as long as I'm still here, I can start all over again!" ”

"Monk King, pick up the knife, you still have a chance!"

"Why bother with such a scene? You and I are already old decay eliminated by the times, and there is no battlefield to serve the country, so we can only die meaninglessly in an inexplicable place......" The old man called the "Monk King" did not take the knife, and his tone was still gloomy, "If you do it again, you will lose it again......"

"No matter what kind of battlefield it is, it is a good ending for a veteran to die on the battlefield." Jian Tong Yan roared, this short and dry little old man who only reached the other party's waist burst out with an overwhelming momentum at this moment, "I, a living person, am not afraid of death, are you afraid?" ”

The old heroic spirit was silent for a moment, and then bent down to take the broken knife from the hand of the Jian Tong Dirty Inkstone.

"The old man chats about the madness of the youth - the old man will fight with you again!"

Before the words fell, a dazzling golden light rose from the broken knife, enveloping a man and a horse, and after a few seconds, the golden light dissipated, but the appearance of this heroic spirit changed dramatically!

The first thing that catches your eye is a tall and vigorous war horse, which looks up to the sky, neighing like thunder and momentum like a rainbow, as if it is the legendary dragon incarnated as a horse! On horseback was a tall, heroic, dignified middle-aged man, dressed in a gorgeous and heavy armor covered with feathers and armor, with a large black braid wrapped around his neck, and a war knife in his hand reflecting the moonlight, cold and cold like a flood of autumn water.

"I am the twenty-sixth descendant of the Golden Family, Prince Bodol Katai, and the monk of Korqin! Rank Rider. (Knight)"

"Master, please give the order."

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After replenishing the magic array with a large number of gems that he knew at a glance were valuable enough to make a vain woman go crazy, Shinji Maki hesitated to walk into the magic array.

Unlike the dirty inkstone, which only brought the holy relics used to summon the Heroic Spirits, he brought a lot of things, several potion bottles of different colors, a purple-black bracelet, and a Japanese knife with faint traces of blood.

Shinji Maki looked nervous, he kept taking deep breaths, it took him about a minute to calm himself, then he drank all kinds of potions that were unpalatable no matter how he looked at them, and then he took out a cork with a holster and stuffed it into his mouth, and finally picked up the bracelet, swallowed and foamed, closed his eyes, and put it on his left wrist.

In the next moment, countless thorn-like thorns suddenly stretched out from the bracelet, entangled half of his arm, and purple and black thorns grew out of the thorns, stabbing into his arm mercilessly, and the flesh and flesh were immediately pierced, but there was no bleeding - no! That's because the blood that came out was sucked in by those horrible stingers!

Shinji Makiri's originally handsome face turned as white as a dead man, and his body trembled violently, falling almost straight to the ground, and then convulsing incessantly. In the bright moonlight, countless goosebumps could be seen on his face and body, and the cork in his mouth was bitten rattle.

It was clear that he was in astonishing pain.

But his pain was not without a price, and his originally weak magic power suddenly increased, and it continued to increase, and finally his magic power actually increased to almost the same level as Sakura Makiri—in terms of his original magic power, this improvement was simply incredible, like an ant being transformed into an elephant......

After a while, Shinji seemed to have slowly adjusted to the sharp pain in his body, and although his flesh was still shaking, he struggled to tear off the cork in his mouth, barely got up, and began to chant the incantation that summoned the Heroic Spirit.

The gap can be seen here: the Jian Tong Dirty Inkstone does not need to chant a spell at all, as long as it uses its own magic power to call, it can summon a heroic spirit; However, although Shinji Maki has improved his magic power in a strange way, he still needs to chant a spell in order to complete the summoning ceremony.

The intense pain obviously affected Shinji Makiri's state, and several times in a row, he was not able to finish reciting the spell, and the magical aura emitted from his body expanded again and again, forming pillars of light, flickering a few times again and again, and suddenly cracking and dissipating. If this continues, it is obviously impossible for him to complete the summoning ceremony.

After another failed incantation, Shinji Makiri's sanity seemed to have finally reached its limit, and he knelt on the ground, pounding the ground frantically, and yelling hysterically, "Take it!" Flesh and blood too! The longevity is good, too! The soul is good, too! Whatever you need, just take it! Tell me Valhalla! Let me summon the Heroic Spirits! I don't want to be a waste! I don't want to be a burden! It doesn't matter if I trade my life! Call me over! ”

By the time he roared to the back, he was already in tears, and Jun, who had been called the Prince of Melancholy, had tears streaming down his face, like a dying wild dog, wailing in despair.

"Please! Help me! Just once......"

"Ahem...... Don't be so embarrassed. A calloused palm suddenly pressed on his head, rubbing the handsome blue hair vigorously, "Don't beg for anything, everyone has their own strength, all you have to do is take this step." ”

Shinji Maki looked up in surprise and saw a young man in a shabby kimono.

This man is short, mediocre in appearance, and in terms of appearance and bearing, even compared with the old monk Lingqin, he is 108,000 miles behind. But he just stood there smiling, but he emitted a fierce murderous aura that was impossible to face, as if he was not a person, but a sharp blade out of the sheath!

Just forced by the murderous aura, those terrifying thorns retracted into the bracelet as if they were afraid. And just being swept away from the corner of his eye, I need to take continuous deep breaths to resist the fear that constantly stimulates me to attack.

"I recognize your determination and appreciate your enlightenment, so I'm here." The Heroic Spirit, who was summoned, bent down to pick up the Japanese knife that Shinji Makiri had dropped to the ground because of the severe pain just now, shook it twice, and inserted it into the empty scabbard around his waist.

As if by magic, when the knife returned to its sheath, the terrifying murderous aura on his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the young man who was originally as sharp as a knife became a passerby everywhere on the street.

"My name is Okada Izo, and I'm an assassin, but I'm a little confident in my swordsmanship." A heroic spirit named Okada Izo took Shinji Makiri's arm and helped him up, "I won't let you down, I promise in the name of 'the executioner of the human behead'!" ”

"I'm an Assassin. Master, please make full use of my power in the next few days of fighting. Even if we can't get the Holy Grail, at least let's fight like a hero, and even if we die because of it, it's nothing. Right? ”

Shinji Makiri's face was still full of tears, and he was embarrassed, but he just stood like that, didn't even bother to wipe his face, laughed and nodded.

"Okay! Good! ”

All he could say was this.

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This paragraph is a bit short, but for the sake of such a short interval between the two updates, you don't need to worry so much......

To clarify, I've changed the setting of FATE, and there is either a bond between the Heroic Spirit and the Summoner (which will be mentioned later) or a like-minded person. It's possible that the evil Heroic Spirit has come purely for the sake of desire...... However, Makiri's dirty inkstone and Makiri's Shinji are not antagonists here, so their heroic spirits are similar to their own minds.

Although he was a great magician who lived for 500 years, he found himself constantly lagging behind the times because his learning ability could not keep up with the pace of development. Gradually, he became an outdated old man, and even felt that he had been eliminated by the times.

Similarly, Monk Grinchen was an excellent soldier who could almost serve as a model for a general: loyalty, bravery, strength, kindness to his soldiers, and familiarity with the art of war...... But he was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place, loyal to a country that was not worthy of allegiance, against an enemy who was ahead of his time, and in the end he was not even able to stain the battlefield with blood for the country to resist foreign enemies like Guan Tianpei, but was defeated, captured, and beheaded by the peasant rebel army......

Jian Tong Dirty Yan and Monk Lingqin are two people who are so similar.

And Shinji Makiri, as a person with almost no magical powers, his pain lies in his inability to do anything.

Even if you want to fight, even if you want to die, you don't even have the qualifications to fight.

Okada Izo's situation is similar to him, this person did not have the opportunity to learn martial arts at first because of his low status, and when he learned a martial art, he relied on the sword in his hand to kill the enemy again and again, and promoted the movement of the Curtain Downfall, but because of the betrayal of the leader, he was not only arrested, but even almost poisoned by the leader...... In the end, the "executioner" with strong martial arts skills was beheaded without even having a chance to draw his sword......

By the way, Okada Izo is the prototype of the protagonist of "Rogue Kenshin", Scarlet Village Kenshin, so if he plays the Flying Sword Flow Swordsmanship in the future, please don't accuse me of-after all, Brother Okada is the original, and Brother Scarlet Village is just a reference.