Chapter Eighty-Five: Fabricating the Holy Grail

Closing his eyes, inexplicably, Shirou had another dream.

Dark night, strange tinnitus. Obviously in his sleep, his feet are steadily walking down the ramp.

The body that was blown by the cold wind and went out in pajamas was already frozen.

"It's a real dream...... It's just why it's so cold? "If it was really a dream, I should have woken up with shivers, but Shirou couldn't do anything.

In the deserted streets, the cacophony never stopped. Ignoring the cold shivering body, his feet walked resolutely to a certain place.

I tried to scream, but my throat was solidified.

It's not a dream!! It can't be a dream!

However, consciousness is still asleep.

He has to walk on his own like a ** vertical, and he doesn't listen to Shirou's call at all.

There was a constant murmur ringing in his head.

It's not that the tinnitus has changed, it's just the same sentence that keeps repeating itself from the beginning.

"Come here.....

The tinnitus gradually became clearer, and it was a magical voice that went completely deep into the bones.

Shirou saw a mountain gate with something inside. Then he felt that if he passed through the mountain gate, he would not be able to go back alive.

Although he couldn't figure out the situation, his half-asleep consciousness shouted, "Run away now.。

Go back, go back, have to go back!

Stop, it's still too late. Go back, wake up and go back immediately.

Wake up, wake up, have to wake up.

Otherwise, you will die here.

"Uh...... Ah......h

Shirou struggled, and in the haze, his consciousness finally woke up, and his sleepy head became detailed, and he finally regained consciousness.

But—only the mind was sober, and the hands and feet still did not obey the call, and walked towards the mountain gate.

This has nothing to do with the will, but the body can't resist the owner of the voice, and step by step towards the territory of Liudong Temple, which is full of the breath of death.

Can't stop it, as long as you enter the mountain gate, you will definitely die, there will be no suspense, this feeling of imminent death makes Shirou sweat coldly.

"Shirou!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and a figure suddenly appeared from the bottom of the steps, but his body still did not stop, walking towards the mountain gate.

As if time and space had been withdrawn from his eyes, Shirou suddenly felt dizzy, suddenly trembled, and suddenly came to his senses.

Before he could say thank you, someone came and took him away, but Shirou already knew that the person who saved him was Gollum.

Sink into the darkness of the temple.

In the center, stands a dark shadow with inhuman magical powers.

The posture that shakes like heat reminds people of the shadow of death, peeling away the darkness layer by layer.

Like a reproduction of an old fairy tale, this is a figure that resembles a magician.

She is none other than Caster, the most magician of the Servants.

It's not a dark servant, but it has no feelings, it's Caster Medea who has disappeared.

"What the hell is going on with that spell that can lift my spell in an instant, that human, that magic?" Caster's voice was emotionless, cold as ice.

Her magic is not an indirect interference magic such as hypnosis or restraint, it is absolute control over humans and her magic, but now it has been cracked by humans.

"You've been offline for too long, and that Master is the toughest enemy to deal with, and she's even stronger than the Berserker." Next to him, the black boy smiled slightly.

"What, more difficult than Hercules?" Medea was stunned, more troublesome than Hercules, is this kind of thing possible?

But if that's the case, then it means that the master has unimaginable magic, and that kind of magic must be obtained by Medea!

The dark purple witch melted into the darkness, a cold smile on her face, and the darkness seemed to be made colder by her laughter.

"Need some planning?" Medea asked the boy.

"Plans? There's no need, oh, it's too late, they've already killed it. The black boy smiled, Medea's spell he didn't expect to succeed from the beginning, and it was his intention to deliberately expose his whereabouts.

In a few seconds, there was a "boom", and the gate of Liudong Temple was blown open.

"I thought you'd always be a shrunken turtle!"

Hei Zhen, who was the leader, was as strong as ever, and didn't care at all, and after learning that the enemy was hiding in Liudong Temple, the flames of the red lotus broke out and rushed over in the lead.

"Aries in the zodiac, you really got the hell out of all this."

Gollum followed, and when she saw the boy, she understood everything.

"Yo, the last master of human history, it's not enough to lose to us once, do you want to do it again?" The black teenager laughed.

Gollum Dazi has a calm face, this black boy is one of the main enemies of the destruction of Chaldea, the so-called enemies are very red when they meet, Gollum Dazi immediately relied on the teacher's sauce, and killed him with a gun without saying a word.

Medea pinched the spell, she had already spread magic formations in the Willow Cave Temple, even the upper three horsemen could not ignore it, but what she didn't expect was that Gollum rampant, all the magic arrays collapsed.

A spear stabbed at Medea, scarlet like a thorn, enough to kill her in an instant.

"You can't kill her yet."

The black boy stopped the gun and met Gollum's gaze.

"What do you want Medea to do for you?"

Although she is not good at fighting, even in the god generation, Medea has an extremely exaggerated level of magic, and it goes without saying that there is a purpose for reviving her at this moment.

"It's nothing, because I didn't get the cup of heaven, so I can only create a pseudo-chalice that maintains the anomaly."

Without concealing it, he said the purpose with a smile.

"You guy... It can't be successful. ”

Gollum went all out, she had already experienced how strong this enemy was, even if he was besieged by all the heroic spirits, there was no way to defeat him, every enemy in the zodiac was as terrible as a natural disaster, even if he had the strength of the exceptional heroic spirit, he had to be vigilant.