After the night of Tong Yanye opened Zhao Yun's "Fierce Dragon" state with his own life, Zhao Yun had the ability to release the inherent enchantment.

The inherent enchantment, which only the top magicians can do, is the great magic that erodes the world with the mental image landscape, and the mental image landscape embodied by Zhao Yun is the Changban Slope in the thirteenth year of Jian'an.

Iskandar's treasure, the King's Army, is a continuous summoning of independent servants who bring together heroes who were once loyal to him beyond the limitations of time and space. The common memory imprinted in the hearts of tens of thousands of heroes, warriors, and Iskandar comrades brings to life the scorching heat and boundlessness of the desert they once traversed.

And Zhao Yun's "Battle of Changbanpo" is also a summoning, the same inherent enchantment, but what he summoned is not a comrade-in-arms, but an enemy.

In the hearts of those soldiers, the divine might of the white-clothed generals that day will always be imprinted in their hearts and linger, and even become a nightmare when they dream back at midnight.

An enemy who is swept up in Nagasakapo by Zhao Yun will lose all abilities and become a soldier or general of Cao's army within this inherent barrier.

And Zhao Yun, in the thirteenth year of Jian'an, will also lose the blessing of being a heroic spirit and become an "ordinary" general.

Death in this inherent barrier is the same as the outside world.

In other words, the life and death of Gilgamesh and Zhao Yun will be decided in this land.

Charge! Charge! Charge! The ambition of the battle, there is death and no life!

There are no comrades-in-arms, no reinforcements, all you can rely on is a gun, a sword, and a like-minded divine horse under your crotch.

Filling the chest from a distant memory,

In Li Xiang's mind, the resolute man's voice roared and rushed to kill, and the immature baby crying in his fantasy could still be clearly distinguished even in the shouting and killing in the sky.

In life, there is always something that is more important than one's own life, and for this reason, I believe in righteousness, although thousands of people have gone to it.

The sea of swords and fires composed of 10,000 sharp blades and shields still can't stop this man. He is a sword, a thunderbolt, and a lone wolf galloping.

And in the tens of thousands of Cao's army, a general with his head held high was retrograde in the fleeing crowd.

Gilgamesh stopped one of the soldiers and snatched a handful of Changge from him.

Gilgamesh grabbed one of his sword and shield and snatched a shield from him.

His steps are not chaotic at all, Changge is on the right, and the kis shield is on the left.

The pure white coat color of the Yezhao Jade Lion is extremely conspicuous in the crowd, and although it rides a horse, it has great mobility and great power. In the face of the knight who rushes forward, as long as he grabs Changge to block the opponent's way.

The huge inertia would cause the knight to crash into Changge's blade at that moment. Even thick chain mail can't resist it. The force of the impact will break the knight's ribs.

One blow, just one blow, can determine the winner.

Take your army with you, though you'll still end up fighting alone.

The king will admit it, the king will save, and the king will carry the world! The king is the only one in the world, who should drink the strongest wine, sleep the most graceful beauty, do what mortals cannot do, defeat the unequaled heroes, and overcome hopeless desperate situations.

The gods of Mesopotamia were all evil gods. God-created floods, strong winds, and forest fires persecuted the people of Babylonia all the time.

Gilgamesh was a tyrant and protector who evaded power from the gods and revealed his great deeds.

The roar of kings and heroes stirred up insignificant ripples on the battlefield.

A military general on a white horse and a general with a shield staggered through the sea of people.

The general holding the shield was slashed from the far right to the far left on the armor on his chest.

Blood slowly spilled from the corners of his mouth, and Gilgamesh laughed uncontrollably, even if every time he laughed, he spewed out large expanses of blood mist.

The inherent barrier collapsed, and the figures of Gilgamesh and Zhao Yun reappeared in front of the Fuyuki City Civic Hall.

"I have to admit that you are stronger now!"

Gilgamesh spat out the last mouthful of blood, leaving behind a word, and dissipated into a cloud of brilliant particles into the air.

And Zhao Yun, at this moment, finally showed a tired expression, and his body weakly leaned on the dragon pattern spear supported on the ground at the lower end.

It takes a lot of mana to expand the inherent enchantment, and the inherent enchantment unfolded by Iskandar has at least tens of thousands of Heroic Spirit subordinates to share the mana consumption for it, and Zhao Yun can only rely on himself. Even in order to avoid drawing too much mana from the master and causing damage to the body of the Ma Kiri, Zhao Yun only used his own stored mana throughout the whole process. Although Zhao Yun had not experienced many real battles since the beginning of the Holy Grail, and had collected a large amount of mana from the night of the Tongyan Goose, his mana reserves were still stretched.

Looking at her comrades who have not been fighting side by side for a long time, Saber Artoria is relieved by the success of the other side and the fact that the Holy Grail War is finally coming to an end.

Emiya Kiritsugu also looked "relieved", and put away the contender loaded with origin bullets in his hand and another submachine gun, the M950. Lit a cigarette.

His thoughts flew to the distant past.

As a young man, he lived for a year on a small island called "Alimago".

His father, Emiya Juxian, was always in his own cabin, studying things that he didn't understand at all. There is very little time for yourself.

Luckily, there is a local sister named Xia Li who is older than herself, who takes good care of herself.

The older woman, named Xia Li, was a local research assistant recruited by her father. Although she was very resentful of her father at first for letting such an outsider become an assistant and giving him a very high evaluation, in the end, Xia Li was accepted with her sincere kindness. They have a good relationship, like real brothers and sisters.

And even though the island was far away from his homeland, he still liked the place known as the Arimago Islands very much.

Although I felt very bored every day for the first few weeks of moving here, I don't know when it began, the dazzling sunshine and colorful sparkling waves of the southern country gradually captured my heart.

Of course, there may be a little bit of my childhood affection for Xia Li, in short, it is a good memory.

But everything was ruined on the night of that fire.

Wax-like skin.

Protruding blue-black veins, slicing the cheeks to pieces.

It is like a painful expression before death.

The man was dying.

Although he was about to die, he was still squirming.

The remains of a chicken that was eaten leftover. and the "dead man" who was constantly trembling and sobbing in the depths of the chicken coop.

"Kill me."

The dead man, who had the same appearance as his favorite woman, sobbed and pleaded.

"Please, kill me...... ...... while it's still too late."

He escaped, hoping from the bottom of his heart that he would find someone who could save him.

There must be a way, there must be a way to save the girl you love the most.

However......

"Natalia Kaminsky."

The woman gives her name.

This is what it looks like to save himself from the depths of hell.

The woman wore a pitch-black robe that was very out of place for the tropical night, but showed no sign of sweating. The pale face is more expressionless than cold. It even makes people wonder if there is blood flowing in her body, and whether she has the same body temperature as a human.

And the boy stared at the fishing village in the distance, which had been burned by fire.

The village, which had been peaceful until yesterday, had been dormant in the quiet moonlight a few hours ago, was now burned by boundless karmic fire. Even if you stand on the cliff opposite and witness this purgatory-like situation, you still can't believe it.

He wished it was just a nightmare.

"Exactly, what happened?"

Eventually, the boy learned the answer to his question from the cold woman.

The people who burned the village came from two different forces.

One of these forces is the vicarator of the Templar Church. Their aim is to kill all the degenerates who rebel against the gods. The vampire that Xia Li turned into, or the monster described by the name Dead Apostle, is naturally the target of these surrogates.

The other force called the Guild is an organization of magicians who want to monopolize the mystical and maintain the mystery. In order to achieve the purpose of exclusivity, they will kill all the people who know about the relevant things.

The boy understands that the tragedy that is happening on the island has nothing to do with it.

If the boy had heeded Xia Li's plea and had the courage to stab the silver dagger into the chest of the girl he loved the most, the tragedy like this would not have happened.

If that had happened, there wouldn't have been so many people losing their lives.

The once beautiful island was set on fire by the boy himself.

The woman who called herself Natalia Kaminsky then asked something that made him tremble:

"Do you know the seal designation? Also, where is the 'evil magician' who caused this vampire incident hiding on this island?"

His name, Emiya Kiritsugu.

The magician designated by the seal, the biological son of Emiya Juxian.

Late at night, when he returned to the wooden house in the dense forest, he saw his father greet him with a worried expression.

"Ahh

Emiya Juxian hugged Kiriji, and for a strong father, it is rare to see such a true feeling.

After his father let go of Kiritsugu, his expression suddenly became serious and he said.

"I told you not to go out of the forest barrier today, why didn't you listen to me?"

"Because I'm worried about Xia Li, she ......"

When he heard his assistant's name, his father suddenly turned his gaze to the side.

"Dad, do you know what happened to her body, so she warned me not to go out?"

"I'm really sorry about Xia Li. Although I told her, 'The test is very dangerous, don't touch it.'" But it seems that she still did not overcome her curiosity. That's what happened. ”

Although his father's tone was full of bitterness, there was no trace of remorse or shame in it. The blame and anger were like talking about their own children breaking vases and smashing glass.

"Dad, why did you do Dead Apostle research?"

"Of course, that's not what I intended. But for me, at least before your generation, we will find a way to prolong life. If you don't have eternal life, it's too difficult to exhaust all the knowledge of the Demon Dao and finally reach the root. ”

Xia Li's miserable appearance once again came to Kiritsugu's mind.

"Sooner or later, Dad will turn me into that?"

"What a stupid thing to say. Unable to suppress the urge to suck blood, the death apostle is a failure. I've been talking to Xia Li about this a long time ago. The results of this experiment proved my theory wrong. It seems that the theory will have to be revised, starting from the basics......"

……

The father seems to have the intention of continuing. Such a small sacrifice tonight is just a necessary sacrifice for the progress of the Demon Path, and it is meaningful. The research will continue until the results of the magic of immortality are obtained.

My father was ready to leave, and the house had already packed up two large boxes and placed them in the middle of the ground. He also had a motorboat on the southern coast to escape from the island.

has been delaying until now and has not left, in order to wait for his own son, that is, to escape from this place together.

My father lifted a suitcase in both hands and turned around and walked towards the entrance.

The gun, went off.

Pistols of three or two calibers. If you shoot at a distance of less than five meters, even a small child can easily hit the target.

The pistol that Natalia Kaminsky lent herself, as she said it worked.

The father, who had been hit by a bullet in the back of the neck, fell forward like a piece of wood.

He stepped forward and shot a few more shots.

His body was completely oblivious to his inner struggles, and was just doing what he was supposed to do mechanically.

Obviously there is no contradiction in his heart, but he is calm and decisive in action.

It's his talent, and it's his curse.

Wooden flooring. Gradually, it was stained red with blood. My father is gone. Lying here is nothing more than a corpse. This thing is the culprit, it is this thing that has taken everything from itself, killed everyone on the island, and burned down the village.

Charlie said he was a great person. Possess people who have the power to change the world. Kiritsugu thought so, too.

But in fact, if those things hadn't happened just now, the current Emiya Juxian must have escaped from here safely, hid again, and then continued to study the Dead Apostles and eternal life somewhere else.

Something like this shouldn't happen. I think so from the bottom of my heart.

In the years that followed, Kiritsu worked at Natalia. Kaminsky spent time by his side.

Natalia didn't take care of him like an orphan or her own adopted son. Instead, he called Kiritsugu as a helper or a servant. But that's what Kiritsugu wants.

Learn her skills from Natalia while honing your abilities and eventually be able to follow the path of Natalia and become a hunter. This is the path that Kiritsugu has chosen for his life.

From the moment he shot his own father, he could never turn back.

The tragedy of the Arima's islands is not unusual, and in the dark side of this world, such tragedies are simply commonplace and repeated.

A magician who pursues the knowledge he has studied, regardless of bringing bad luck to the world. and the two major organizations that will do whatever it takes to hide these facts. The struggle over these mysterious signs is constantly taking place in hidden places. And because of this, Natalia has money to make.

On that day, the act of killing his father with his own hands was to make his actions meaningful......

Kill all the heretical magicians like your father, and all of them are left. Only in this way can we truly prevent the recurrence of the tragedy.

The seal designates the executor.

Hunt the devil's hounds that are beyond common sense. The boy did not hesitate to choose this path of Shura, which was full of thorns.

Natalia is not affiliated with any organization and is simply a bounty hunter who hunts for bounty purposes. Her target is the designated magicians who have valuable research results, but have escaped the seal of the Magic Society's covert research. It is different from the Templar Church, which wiped out all heretics in the name of judgment. The Magic Society gives top priority to ensuring the safety of research outputs.

And the most valuable of them are the magic marks engraved on the corpse of the magician. Especially for the magic family, the magic inscriptions produced by the research of the generations can be even more powerful when transferred to their successors.

Natalia's negotiation with the Magic Association will allow her son Emiya Kiritsugu to inherit a portion of the magic engraving recovered from Emiya's body. Although the valuable parts were withheld by the association, less than half of them were actually inherited by Emiya Kiritsugu. But for Emiya Kiritsugu, it was enough for him to exert his abilities as a magician. Originally, Kiritsugu had no intention of continuing his magic research by inheriting his father's legacy.

For Kiritsugu, magic is not his life's work, but a means to achieve his ends. And this method was only one of many methods that the boy had learned from the huntress.

In the end, he who had already become an excellent hunter faced another torture -

the interior of a giant jetliner in the air at an altitude of 3,000 feet;

a ghoul "virus" that infects an entire passenger plane and can be transmitted by scratching and biting;

and the pilot, his own life mentor and unrelated "mother" - Natalia Kaminsky.

If the plane landed, the entire city could be destroyed by the spread of ghouls.

He did not hesitate to choose to blow up the plane, along with the woman he loved.

The Stinger missile exploded a beautiful firework at an altitude of 1,500 meters.