I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Even so embarrassed, he still survived!

But-

In this way, hasn't everything returned to the original point?

The timeline is one year ahead, the warehouse war...except for Berserker who became Spartacus, except for Caster who became himself, and except that Gilgamesh took himself as an object of pleasure, everything seems to have not changed.

This is a good thing, but not happy. Because it means that there must be some big changes that I don't know.

But what will it be?

In fact, why the timeline is one year earlier is unknown.

His own journey was only more than half a month ago, and his intervention in the world was very limited.

It seemed that everything changed when Sakura ran away from home like a change of fate.

But where is the change?

Where is the big change?

Where is the outrage?

Where is the source of change?

Shirou showed a confused look.

But maybe this is good?

Because of this, Sakura didn't adopt Makiri's house, and didn't enter the tragic line of fate.

Because of this, the appearance of Spartacus has added a hint of breakthrough opportunity to today's death adversity.

However, the incidents are just similar.

Perhaps this is good, at least the plot has not changed, at least the characters have not changed much. And this is Shirou's few remaining advantages.

"Go to sleep, go to the dream to ask the teacher for advice. Today—I have survived!"

Thinking about this, Shi Lang lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Shirou didn't take off the leather case and black cloak, these two layers of cover gave him a little sense of security.

Even if this sense of security is so small, like a grain of rice. However, for people in the darkness of death, the light of this rice grain is enough for them to hold onto.

The night was cold, and everything was silent.

This may have become a peaceful night.

However—

"Get out—!"

As soon as he entered the kingdom of shadows in the dream, before he had time to say hello to Skaha, Skaha hit Shirou's abdomen with a heavy blow.

Pain.

It hurts.

Just like hitting the abdomen with a hammer, the mental and physical pain in the dream connects to the painful nerve center of the cerebral cortex of the physical body in an instant.

The pain, for a moment, irritated Shi Lang to fall asleep, and the whole person sat up in shock.

"Um...!"

Shi Lang clutched his abdomen, twisting the flesh on a small face into one piece.

He was puzzled. Why did Skaha kick him out tonight, and still in such a rough way?

Is it the one that women come every month? Will that kind of thing also affect the immortal BBA?

Shilang showed a dazed face, but the next moment, his face changed drastically!

Angrily almost squeezed out four words from his teeth: "—Eimiya Kiritugu!"

The next moment—,

"Boom!"

The sound like muffled thunder and explosion accompanied the rented house turned into a sea of ​​flames, immediately igniting the sparks of turmoil in this calm night.

Burning. It was boiling. A sea of ​​fire that seems to swallow all life.

Looking at the Caster workshop, which had been blasted to a pile of rubble by the C4 bomb, Kirisu Eomiya took the cigarette **** from his mouth, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out with his foot.

The people around him yelled in panic, but he looked like a person from another world, leaving calmly.

Chapter 37 Why do you limit yourself to such a small world?

"You bastard! You bastard! You actually embarrassed me in front of so many people! You have to understand, I am the master! I am the master!" Pulling Iskandar's cloak, Webber became angry. Roared.

Iskandall scratched his ears with his little finger. This guy has been nagging since he left the field until now, and he kept repeating this sentence, and his ears were about to hear the cocoon.

Iskandar grabbed Webber's sleeves and held him high, staring at Webber with a pair of tiger eyes.

"What are you doing? You,,, do you want to kill the Lord?" Webber hugged the book in his hands with some fear. Compared to his physique, Iskandar is indeed more bold.

"You,,, don't forget, I have a curse!" Weber said inwardly.

Iskandar lifted the [Shenwei Wheel], stood on the ground with his feet, and threw Webber on the ground with a "pop".

"You arrogant fellow has been nagging and nagging. Is your reason for participating in the war only to show your personal value?" Iskandar asked.

Webber lay on the ground, turned around, looked at Iskandar's face a little solemn, and suddenly felt unsure, but he forced himself to say: "Yes,, yes. What do you want? You want to be right. Am I preaching?"

"I am the Conquer King, not a teacher. I have no interest in preaching to you. But I am very strange. There are so many magnificent mountains and rivers waiting for you to explore and conquer. Why do you have to limit yourself to such a small world? Where's it? Don't you think it's so small that it makes people breathless?" Iskandar asked with a puzzled face.

"You really want to preach to me? What do you understand? What small world, that is my entire world! I am a magician! To change the nonsense theory of aristocratic descent, the great magician who is destined to be celebrated and remembered by the world! "

Weber raised his hand in embarrassment, revealing his own curse: "Do you still want to preach to me? Do you want to experience the small world you are talking about, how much restraint it is for you? If you have a wish , If you are afraid of leaving early, just listen to me, listen to your master! You must understand your own status!"

Iskandar didn't reply, but looked down at this awkward, arrogant, high-spirited young man who was not bad in nature but was constrained by a small world.

It's like a frog thrown into a well. You can only see the narrow sky above your head, but you don't know the vastness of the sky.

How arrogant? How sad?

"Boom!"