Full-time Heroic Spirit starting from Douluo

"Huh? Pretender? Someone wearing a character?"

"I thought it would be a Servant of Moon Cancer, his personality, an Avenger, etc. It would be best to be Elquet Brunstad, the princess..."

Shi Chen lay quietly on the ground and said to his heart.

"Shirou, are you okay?"

Qian Renxue, whose outer shell was Xue Qinghe, had already stepped onto the stone steps of the martial arts stage and came to Shi Chen's side. She supported her back with one hand, hugging his upper body, and placed her right hand on his pulse to check his physical condition with her soul power.

The expression of anxiety and concern is beyond words and does not seem to be fake.

She looked at Sword Douluo: "I wonder what Shirou did to provoke Senior Sword Douluo with his strength and seniority to use the Seven Kills Sword against him?"

There was anger, blame and... resentment in his eyes?

She had just arrived at the martial arts arena, and the stone platform on the martial arts arena was more than ten meters high. Therefore, she only saw Sword Douluo driving the Seven Kills Sword to fall from the sky, and did not see clearly the specific situation in the stone platform.

Ah, this, this... Chen Xin looked embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

"Don't worry, Qinghe..." Ning Fengzhi hugged Ning Rongrong and said warmly:

"Shirou is fine. It's just that the attack by Uncle Jian just now consumed too much soul power. He was temporarily out of strength and passed out. It's nothing serious."

His voice is full of masculine magnetism, with a charm that has been washed over time.

After a pause, he couldn't help laughing:

"Furthermore, the teacher assures you that Uncle Jian will not hurt Shirou this time and will never hurt him in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Bone Douluo couldn't help laughing again, and Sword Douluo, who had a complicated expression just now, couldn't stop twitching his mouth.

He slowly put Ning Rongrong down, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Spirit emerged behind him.

The dazzling Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is held in his right palm, and the seven dazzling soul rings shine together. The dazzling treasure light sets off his temperament as if it were an immortal.

"The seven treasures turned out to be colored glaze, and the third one said: Soul!"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is full of colors, and one of the brilliant rays of light is constantly focused on Shi Chen in Qian Renxue's arms.

Immediately, the spirit of martial arts converged, and Ning Fengzhi smiled and said:

"Okay, now we just need to wait for Shirou to wake up. Well, everyone, stop standing in the sun, let's go to the meeting hall."

He ordered: "Kenichi, take Shirou to our guest room that is most suitable for recuperation."

"Yes, father."

Ning Jian was about to step forward and help Xue Qinghe together with Shirou Emiya, but Xue Qinghe signaled him to stop with his eyes.

"No need, teacher."

Qian Renxue stood up and carried Shi Chen, who was "exhausted too much and was in a coma", and declined politely: "I have been to the Qibao Glazed Sect several times, and I know the location of the room suitable for recuperation. I will personally take him as a disciple." Go ahead..."

"fair enough,"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Send Shirou to the hospital for treatment first. We will wait for you in the meeting hall."

"Okay, thank you teacher for your understanding."

Qian Renxue nodded in agreement, then walked down the stone steps with Shi Chen on her back, heading towards the area where Qibao Glazed Sect specializes in resting and healing.

Sword Douluo looked at the two people's backs as they drifted away, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart:

"It's strange. It stands to reason that His Highness the Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire values ​​this boy Emiya Shirou so much. I should be happy and gratified for him... But why do I feel that the way Xue Qinghe looks at Shirou is, well, not quite right? ah?"

Chenxin attaches great importance to Shirou Emiya, who is suspected to be his grandson.

For some reason, he always felt that Xue Qinghe's concern for Emiya Shirou was a bit... excessive; also, the look in his eyes didn't seem like the concern shown by a powerful prince for his favorite subordinate.

More like, more like... Chen Xin couldn't tell what it was specifically, but he just felt that it wasn't the care and solicitation of subordinates from a superior.

Well, in short, something is wrong... Sword Douluo nodded.

He trusted his instincts.

……

OMG, His Highness the Crown Prince smells so good... I thought this when I was being carried by Qian Renxue and smelling the fragrance in her hair.

This is not the highly irritating smell carried by the perfumes in the previous life, but a very pleasant fragrance, fresh and elegant.

This reminded him of the girl he had a crush on in middle school.

One day, he asked out of pure curiosity:

"Why do you smell so good?"

The girl responded with a smile: "No, it probably smells like laundry detergent."

But later, he smelled almost every brand of laundry detergent, and he couldn't find one that didn't have an elegant fragrance that was similar to the girl's.

Ah, if I could, I just didn't want to get off her back... Without any evil thoughts, I just felt that it smelled good.

At this time, a slightly neutral female voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Respond to the call and come to report. My name is Hephaestion..."

After a pause, the Servant continued: "Well, that's right, I am Hephaestion..., a kind of existence similar to an impostor, and my class is Pretender."

"If you don't mind, I hope you can call me 'Faker'."

Hey, hey, if we really want to talk about it, I am Faker. This is certified by Jin Shining Shining. Why did you just steal my name... He always cursed in his heart.

"Oh, it's her, the emperor's substitute."

——Hephaestion, known as the favorite confidant of the conquering king Iskandar.

And Shichen knows, no, anyone who knows Xingyue knows that this, she... is not that Hephaestion.

The real Hephaestion is actually her brother.

Or rather, she is a person wearing a character. She is not a simple magician, but a confidant carefully cultivated by the Conqueror's mother in order to protect Iskandar. She is the "stand-in" for the Conqueror.

Therefore, she was not even given a name.

Precisely because he has no name, he can impersonate Iskandar in a real sense and bear all kinds of curses on his behalf.

He is a mysterious and mysterious magician from the Age of Gods who offers infinite loyalty to the conquering King Iskandar, but at the same time hates Iskandar and the king's army more than anyone else.

"But that's fine..."

Shi Chen secretly thought: "Hephaestion is already here. When I further improve my soul master level and unlock a new class, will the Great Emperor be far behind?"

"Master, you'd better come to the Hall of Valor in person and watch me release the Noble Phantasm."

Such thoughts were introduced into Shi Chen's brain, which made Shi Chen a little confused.

Today, the summoned Servant no longer needs his consciousness to enter the Hall of Valor, and can convey to him how his Noble Phantasm is "used" through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Alas, no!I finally managed to get close contact with Qian Renxue, just tell me this... Shi Chen thought this while holding his breath and looking inward at himself... In a hazy state, Shi Chen opened his eyes.

What comes into view is still the palace located in the center of the Uruk Tower. It is as magnificent and magnificent as ever.

Sitting on the high throne of heroes in the palace, Shichen carefully looked at the Servant under the steps who derogated himself as Faker.

She is a woman with a somewhat heroic face, blue eyes, wearing a red robe, exposing her wheat-colored shoulders and lower abdomen; she has a short sword at her waist; her hair looks like big waves, but she has a Scorpion tail braid.

"Master, my Noble Phantasm is the 'Devil's Wheel'."

"Also called 'HecaticWheel'."

She explained, with an attitude that was neither humble nor overbearing: "In my lifetime, I once kept the king's precious phantom 'The Wheel of Divine Might', which can summon a dragon made of pure bones and control it in place of the divine beast that pulls the chariot."

"Compared with that king's 'Wheel of Divine Might', its power is naturally inferior."

"But unlike that king who prefers to ravage and control with great openness and closeness, my 'Devil's Wheel' focuses more on precision and automatic operation."

With a confident smile on her lips, she looked directly at the clock:

"My name is Hephaestion!"

"He is the number one confidant of Iskandar, the greatest conqueror in history!"

"My name is hypocrisy, and my body is a shadow. However, I will be proud of this hypocrisy and hold the reins again!"

"HecaticWheel!"

Hephaestion proudly puffed up his little chest and finished speaking loudly. He drew out the sword at his waist and made a false strike towards the empty palace, cutting open the space.

The churning soul power immediately rushed out. Amidst the thunder of a few wisps of purple lightning, a dazzling medium-sized Noble Phantasm that resembled an ancient chariot and was pulled by a bone dragon also emerged with the infusion of soul power. Appearing in the Hall of Valor of Time.

She held the sword in one hand and the reins in the other:

"That is to say, Master, you can project my Noble Phantasm, not for use in combat, but as a means of transportation. Believe me, my 'Devil's Wheel' is definitely faster than the fastest transportation in this Douluo World. Ten times as much.”

"And if it's not used for fighting, Master, your soul power will be consumed very little."

The moment the Servant appears in the world, she will instantly receive the basic knowledge of this world, so she knows that the Time Projection Noble Phantasm consumes soul power and not magic power.

"Well, I understand."

Shichen nodded.

To put it simply, at a time when everyone in Douluo's world could only use horse-drawn carriages to travel, he had already used the speed of a steam train.

"Okay, thank you, your Noble Phantasm is very helpful to me."

"It's a pleasure, Master."

As the words fell, Hephaestion's figure gradually thinned and disappeared, turning into a spirit body. The only scenery in his sight was the floor engraved with exquisite and complicated patterns.

...is missing?I guess I went downstairs to find my own room. I hope Brother Dog can arrange everything... Well, I have to return to reality...

But suddenly, Shi Chen's heart palpitated.

Immediately afterwards, another voice full of laughter sounded in the empty Hall of Heroes: "It's my first time to come to this world, I'm really nervous!"

"I even forgot to appear in front of the Master..."

"Oh, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Oberon."

"Oberon, the Goblin King."

"As you can see, I am only a king in name only, but I am still very good at easing the atmosphere of the situation. Don't worry, I will try my best to help you."

"——Please give me some advice!"