King's Feast

When King Arthur rushed to the place where the spearmen and their masters were given in the information, he saw only a tragic scene like the mess after the war.

Medical vehicles and fire engines roared back and forth, the Public Security Bureau cordoned off, the cries of the seriously injured and those who lost their loved ones, the roars of rescue teams still rescuing survivors on the ruins of collapsed buildings...

King Arthur stood at the corner of the street in a daze, all the visual and auditory senses transmitted to her brain were like a nightmare.

"Your Master Emiya Kiritsugu did it." The boy's narrow voice suddenly appeared beside him.

King Arthur turned around suddenly, and the sword in his hand hit the source of the sound.

Di Renjie quickly jumped away and landed on the other side of King Arthur.

"Don't you know that guy yourself? As long as you can successfully kill Lancer's Master, the death of a few people is nothing to Emiya Kiritsugu."

He was laughing at her self-deception.

But King Arthur couldn't even refute except clenched the sword in his hand.

Di Renjie, who had expected to have a good fight with King Arthur who had taken His Majesty's attention while His Majesty was away, was immediately discouraged when he saw her like this.

The expected scene did not appear, instead he looked at King Arthur as if he had done something wrong, and felt guilty for what Emiya Kiritsugu did.Di Renjie rolled his eyes in boredom, lost the intention of playing, and told the reason for his trip.

"Your Majesty asked me to tell you that Diarmuid is dead, and the Holy Grail is about to be officially born, and the location is in the castle."

After Di Renjie finished speaking, he left without looking back.

King Arthur did not leave immediately.She frowned, and couldn't bear to look at the rescue scene full of blood and flames.

——This is the sin she indulged the Master to commit in order to pursue the Holy Grail.

The too strong emotion was transmitted into the brain along the contract, and Emiya Kiritsugu, who was driving to the castle, sneered, not wanting to pay attention to his too naive servant.

He turned on his headset.

"Maiya, how is the situation at Tohsaka's house?"

"..."

"Maiya?"

There is only white noise of unknown meaning, and the long time seems to have no end.

That person's familiar voice will never sound again.

Kotomine Kirei straightened up, took out his handkerchief calmly, and wiped the blood off his hands.At his feet was Hisu Maiya whose pupils had been dilated.

Large swaths of blood spattered outside the door of Tohsaka's house, indicating that there had been a fierce battle here.

"I didn't expect this woman to be so difficult, it took me some time." Kotomine Kirei's voice was still indifferent, without any emotion or anger.

"But fortunately, enough information has already been extracted from her remaining magic power and thinking. Emiya Kiritsugu really trusts her. I have told her all the plans, so I am not afraid of her betrayal."

Gilgamesh, who had been standing on the terrace of Tohsaka's house, swaying the red wine in his hand and watching leisurely, finally stopped his movements and stood up, casually throwing the wine glass aside.

"Now that you have it, let's go. I can feel that the spirit veins of the entire Fuyuki City are excited—it seems that the Holy Grail you mentioned is about to be born."

Gilgamesh leaped down from the balcony, without even looking out of the corner of his eye to the bloodied, bone-broken Hisu Maiya, he went straight past Kotomine Kirei and left Tohsaka's house.

"Wu Zhao is probably already here. I don't want to be looked down upon by her for being late."

Gilgamesh sneered.

"Hmph, the King of Heroes can rest assured. Who dares to look down on you." Kotomine Kirei stepped over the tragic death of Hisau Maiya, and followed in Gilgamesh's footsteps.

The figures of the two disappeared into the thick fog.

……

But it turns out that Gilgamesh's guess was right.

Wu Zhao arrived at the castle one step ahead.

The magic barrier that Emiya Kiritsugu set up inside and outside the castle before leaving was as fragile as paper to her.

She walked unimpededly to the basement where Irisviel was, and unexpectedly caught up with Irisviel's last moment of self-awareness.

Irisviel's expectant eyes dimmed when she saw that the person who pushed the door was Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows and understood that look.

"Are you waiting for Emiya Kiritsugu, madam?"

"He probably won't be able to meet you in time. At this moment, um...he should be sniping/killing the master of the spearman."

Irisviel didn't hold any resentment, but thanked Wu Zhao weakly, dragging a body that might be completely broken at any time.

"Thank you for your notification, King of the East. However, this is good. Kiritsugu is still fighting for his ideals, and our ideals. There is nothing more joyful than this."

Irisviel couldn't get up anymore, she could only lie in the magic circle, barely maintaining her human form.

But seeing that she would lose her specific face from time to time, leaving only the appearance of a white porcelain puppet mask, I am afraid that there is not much time left for her.

The Holy Grail was born at this very moment.

That's why she was so looking forward to Emiya Kiritsugu appearing in front of her, to see her lover for the last time—even though she knew that Emiya Kiritsugu would not break the plan for her, she still couldn't help feeling a little bit. expect.

Both Wu Zhao and Irisviel were well aware of this, but no one tried to find out.

She didn't kill Irisviel to speed up the birth of the Holy Grail, and she didn't tell her wrong lies.Wu Zhao just walked to her side and squatted down on the edge of the magic circle.

"Are you really willing to die like this, madam? I heard that you and Emiya Kiritsugu still have a daughter."

Speaking of her daughter, Irisviel, who couldn't bear to close her eyes, opened them and looked warily at Wu Zhao above her head.

Wu Zhao waved his hand lightly, signaling Irisviel not to be nervous.

"I'm not going to do anything to your daughter—what I want, I'll get it myself instead of relying on a little girl."

"It's just you, ma'am, do you really have the heart to leave your weak and unreliable daughter alone somewhere else? Are you really willing to give up your memory and identity as a human being, and sacrifice everything to the so-called Holy Grail?"

Irisviel's red eyes flashed with pain.

"What do you want to say? I believe Kiritsugu will take good care of our daughter. He will get the Holy Grail, and then return to the Einzbern family to pick up Illya. They will live happily."

"Is that really the case?" Wu Zhao chuckled softly.

She raised her hand, and took off the peonies blooming between the cloud temples, and gently pinned them between Irisviel's long silver hair.

The silver and white match the bright red, which is so beautiful.

"Then I hope your wish will come true. Ma'am, your time is up."

The magic circle could no longer restrain the magic power pouring into the Holy Grail, and the basement was filled with black and red mist.

Under the scouring of powerful forces, Irisviel, who had been struggling to support and wanted to wait for Emiya Kiritsugu, could no longer hold on.

Taking one last look at Wu Zhao, Irisviel completely lost consciousness.

At this moment, the power broke through the barrier of the magic circle and rushed towards Irisviel as if returning to the mother's body.

The black-red violent power formed a vortex, engulfing Aliceviel's broken puppet base, and getting involved in the formed storm eye.

Wu Zhao got up slowly, looking down at the place where Irisviel disappeared.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are Hua Xiangrong—I heard that Li Bai once commented on you like this."

"Goodbye, ma'am."

Wu Zhao lowered his eyelashes halfway, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

In front of her, the black-red power storm finally assembled and charged straight up.

Break through the barriers of the basement and penetrate the castle.

The ominous black-red column of power pointed straight to the sky, extending to a distance that could not be seen.

Responding to this power, the spiritual veins in the ground of Fuyuki City began to tremble violently.

finally--

The Holy Grail takes shape.

Wu Zhao turned around and left the basement, and walked up the steps unhurriedly along the way.

"Put your wishes on something like this."

She frowned in disgust: "It's really sad."

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Gilgamesh was still late.

"Is it really because of your age? Gilgamesh, it's hard for you to run here because of your inconvenient legs and feet."

As soon as he stepped into the castle, Gilgamesh heard Wu Zhao's taunt from above.

He raised his head and saw Wu Zhao's figure.

She sat on the castle with one long leg bent, her dress fluttering in the wind, her figure arrogant.

And hanging high not far behind her was the holy grail shining with dazzling golden light.

A smile appeared on Gilgamesh's lips, and he was not angry at Wu Zhao's ridicule. Instead, he jumped and ran towards Wu Zhao.

When he got closer, Gilgamesh suddenly realized that the flower that Wu Zhao had pinned to his temple had disappeared.

"Did the battle with the spearmen make you so exhausted, Wu Zhao? So much so that you didn't even notice that you lost your hair ornament?"

"Or are you waiting for a gift from me?"

Gilgamesh stood with his arms folded out of thin air, his golden armor gleaming golden, as dazzling as the Holy Grail.

He spoke in a confident tone, and opened his treasure house without leaving Wu Zhao time to speak.

A golden halo appeared behind Gilgamesh with ripples, but this time it wasn't a weapon protruding from it.

It is a precious lotus carved in gold and decorated with precious gems.

The treasury of the king of Uruk, the treasure of Gilgamesh, the treasure of the king of Uruk, which made countless lords of heroes fearful on the battlefield, now it seems that it is really just a treasury. Prepare the most luxurious gift for the king's gift. .

But as soon as Gilgamesh took the flower branch in his hand, before he had time to say anything to Wu Zhao, a sword aura rushed towards him diagonally, smashing the flower branch.

Gilgamesh regarded this as a challenge to the king, and looked at the source of the power with anger.

"King of Heroes Gilgamesh, as you can see, the Holy Grail has been born. At this moment, why don't you do something insignificant!"

King Arthur pointed his sword at Gilgamesh, glaring.

"Or have you decided to give up the fight for the Holy Grail? Gilgamesh, the hero king, either give up, or come and compete with me!"

Gilgamesh's anger was temporarily appeased by King Arthur's fighting spirit, but he sneered at her accusation.

"Holy Grail? Oh, King Arthur, do you still want to entrust your pathetic wish on the Holy Grail? It's really embarrassing. If this is the case, then this king will accept your challenge and beat you until you wake up." That's it!"

King Arthur didn't flinch in the slightest.

"The Holy Grail will only belong to me. King of Heroes Gilgamesh, let's fight!"

For the Holy Grail, she has sacrificed too much.

The figure of Irisviel who appeared in a trance and the scene of the ruins of the hotel made King Arthur frowned.

——That's why she couldn't lose!

Outside of the battle between the two, Wu Zhao chuckled lightly, and glanced over the Holy Grail.

Except for Wu Zhao, none of the two fighting spirits noticed that inside the Holy Grail, black and red mist surged like boiling.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-0802:04:20~2020-02-1001:24:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 milk;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 23 bottles of Nasi; 1 bottle of Xinna Youlan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!