Maiya Kuyu is dying.

For a moment, Emiya Kiritsugu felt a bullet hit his heart, and he couldn't imagine the consequences that followed.

As his most trusted assistant, on the night of Saber's operation, he handed Alice Phil to Kuyu Maiya for protection.

Standing in the rubble, he dialed the number in silence.

After a moment's rush of noise, a faint gasp came from the other end.

There is no need to confirm it, and Kuyu Maiya has never shown such a weak posture since he became an adult.

Kiritsugu Emiya, who was once active on the battlefield as a war wild dog, only needs to listen to his breath to feel the rapid loss of life from Maiya Kuyu.

Emiya Kiritsugu lowered his head, holding up the phone and didn't know what to say: "It's me." ”

"The lady is the lord of the caster...... Captured...... Also, beware of assassin ......"

The voice on the other end of the line gasped, and finally choked out.

Emiya Kiritsugu was silent, he knew that Kuyu Maiya was dying, but he didn't know what to say.

Eleven years after they met, she has become a part of herself, if Alice Phil is the woman that Kiritsugu Emiya loves the most, then Maiya Hisayu has become a part of his body, for him to breathe, only for him.

He personally picked up Maiya Kuyu from the battlefield and turned her into Kiritsugu Emiya's assistant, a tool that existed to keep the machine working.

As long as it's a tool, he deceives himself like this, but Kuyu Maiya sees it as everything.

He could only listen quietly to the choking and gasping on the other side of the phone, the tears of the ninja who worked hard.

He struggled to open his mouth and make a sound: "Leave everything to Saber." Maiya, your mission...... It's done. ”

The gasp on the other end of the phone finally stopped, and Maiya Kuyu completed her task at this moment and left the world at this moment.

She's dead.

Uncontrollable grief and anger temporarily freed Emiya Kiritsugu from his desperate ideals, and he didn't want to think about anything else, and the most painful grief made him lose his sense of pride and hatred.

Holding back his tears, Emiya Kiritsugu stretched out his hand, the red spell on the back of his hand glinting.

"Order my puppet in the name of the Spell!"

"Saber, return to the annex in Einsbellen, immediately!"

The irresistible force made Saber lose his ability to control himself in the battlefield, and the huge amount of magic made him instantly spiritualized, and he was enveloped in the magic of the spell, breaking through the barrier of space.

In an instant, he appeared in the castle in the middle of the jungle and saw the corpse of Maiya Kuyu.

No need to explain, self-explanatory.

The woman who had touched his heartstrings several times was also his master: the Alice Fielders had taken them captive.

In a moment, is it rage or loss?

He didn't know, and he didn't have time to understand, and following the smell of blood left in the air, he pushed out of the garage the locomotive prepared by Emiya Kiritsugu.

As he once said to Alice Field, with his riding skills, there is no difficulty in piloting this kind of tool, even if it is an airplane, holding the reins, and leaving the rest to intuition.

He suddenly remembered the laughter that Alice Fell had heard from her.

If she could see what she looked like now, she might be surprised, right?

Maybe she will seriously apologize for her shallowness, Alice Phil is such a serious and simple woman.

Saber's eyes flashed with pain and anger again, and he didn't dare to think about it any more, and he sped along the road amid the roar of the locomotive.

Until the end of the smell of blood, a leaf of emerald green light flashed in the air.

Gilgamesh held the red wine in his hand, looked at the lights that had been extinguished in the distance in the middle of the battle, and noticed the roar under his feet.

"Yo, Knight King, you've brought me a great play."

She smiled arrogantly and sarcastically: "This kind of bereaved dog-like appearance really makes this king happy." ”

After watching a wonderful show, she once again witnessed the bloodshed that took place in the castle of the House of Einsberen under the hands of Caster's master.

“archer！” In Saber's hand appeared an invisible sword wrapped in airflow, and his burning anger made him lose his mind.

So, a brilliant misunderstanding arises.

"Give Alice Phil back!"

In the roar of the Knight King, the light of the King's Sword illuminates the night sky.

A moment earlier, following Bai Shuo's orders, one of Liang Chengcheng's clones had left the group while wandering around, lost in the complex terrain of Winterwood Town.

Climbing over a mountain peak and crossing a river, he walked more than half a circle around the town of Winterwood before entering a dense forest, triggering numerous traps before appearing in front of the Einzberen family's annex.

Liang Chengcheng, who was on vacation, happened to witness the scene of the bloodbath.

He danced the eighth set of radio bodies and circled around the various enchantments in the castle of Einzberen, and finally followed the brute-force road to find Maiya Kuyu dying in the center of the castle.

Maiya Kuyu, who was about to die, moved her eyes and saw Liang Chengcheng with unkempt hair and chicken rice in his hand.

Liang Chengcheng looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and said with a look of surprise: "Your eldest aunt is so fierce." ”

...... "Don't be so fierce" He quickly dodged the last throwing knife, and then saw the phone in the hand of Kuyu Maiya: "Huh? Your style is so outdated, I have love crazy 4 here, do you want it? You don't need to sell kidneys...... Hmm, a woman should be a seller......"

Gently took off the phone from her weak hand, and Liang Chengcheng helped her send out the text message in the spirit of helping others.

"Okay, don't look at me with the kind of eyes I owe you money for." Liang Chengcheng scratched his head: "Look how good I am, I helped you send a text message......

Kuyu Maiya finally understood that the man in front of her didn't seem to be planning to kill her, and grasped the last glimmer of hope, she made a cry for help, perfectly making a pitiful disguise: "Help me." ”

"Nope." Liang Chengcheng completely ignored Jiuyu Wuya's acting skills, and shook his head decisively: "I rushed to watch the movie in the second half of tonight, and I don't have time." ”

This kind of unreliable reason, which is more like a joking mockery, made her lose her last hope.

The phone rang, Liang Chengcheng saw the phone number on it, and in the pleading eyes of Jiuyu Maiya, he scratched his chin: "Don't say I won't help you, finally answer the phone and explain the inheritance and will quickly, well, that's all." ”

He pressed the answer button and placed his phone on Kuyu Maiya's face.

Looking at Maiya Kuyu, who was dying and about to die, he nodded, showed a smile of 'don't thank me, I'm a green scarf', waved his hand and disappeared into the night sky.

In the depths of Fuyuki Town, on a tall building, someone with a telescope from the high-tech world peeks at the battlefield, and sees everything that happened overnight at the Xinxing Civic Hall from beginning to end.

From the appearance of the Berserker to the death of the Berserker.

Shen Feng leaned against the wall, smoking heart-wrenching tobacco in the silence until he coughed unbearably.

In the midst of the heart-rending cough, he bent down and uncontrollably sticky saliva flowed from his mouth, and painful tears silently flowed out of the corners of his eyes, staining his entire face.

As if he was about to cough up all his internal organs, the vomiting sensation caused by excessive smoking made him vomit all the food out of his stomach.

When the violent coughing finally stopped, he cowered in the corner with the frowning smell of vomit, and lifted his head feebly to look at the moonlight in the dark clouds of the night sky.

As if he was dying, the last bit of hope of the initial fire disappeared in Bai Shuo's hands.

The disorganized mind and the pain and anger that kept gnawing at his reason made him almost out of control.

Crying in silence turns into irrational laughter, from a subtle choking to a painful laugh after losing the whole world.

After losing everything, Shen Feng found that he had nothing to lose anymore.

Trembling fingers pulled a card out of his pocket, and he looked at his face reflected on the card, revealing a hollow smile.

The silver-white card is like a phone card issued by a telecommunications company, and on the complete card, the hollowed-out stripes outline a complex chip.

The silvery-white cards shimmer with metal and glass, making it impossible to determine what they are made of.

His steady palm began to tremble after a lot of alcoholism, and he trembled his fingers and broke off the phone card on it, like pinching a red-hot soldering iron, which fell to the ground several times and trembled again and grabbed it again.

Complex calling cards are finally being embedded in new mobile phones.

After Shen Feng took a deep breath, he wiped the dirt and tears off his face and straightened his unkempt hair.

Finally, solemnly pressed the power button above.

"If you need to get in touch, just use this."

In the main god space, when the man handed this thing to himself, he said this.

The mobile phone bought randomly from the street shows a surprisingly exquisite interface at the moment, obviously a black and white screen, but at the moment under the influence of the chip, a variety of brilliant colors appear.

Technology that has transcended the times has endowed chips with incredible abilities, and just changing the structure of a mobile phone is simply not enough.

As the complex boot screen ends, a blank interface appears.

Got so advanced into the incredible chip that there was almost nothing, and the only thing stored was a name in the phone book: 'Bot. William. Nietzsche'

It's like a philosopher's name.

After Shen Feng hesitated for a moment, he finally pressed the dial key above.

In the chip, the indescribable quark-level mechanism comes into play with the press of the dial key.

A faint signal came from his hand, not an electronic signal, nor a gravitational ripple, but something more complex and incomprehensible.

A slender signal came out of his hand, and he instantly traveled through countless spaces, crossed countless planes, and then found his way in the vast dimensional sea, and finally entered a new world.

So, the call was answered.

Communication across space was now done with just a phone card.

"Hello, Mr. Shen, this is Nietzsche answering the phone."

Voices are transmitted through countless worlds and through earpieces.

(To be continued)