The world is restarting

From the very beginning, Fujiwara Junyou was full of confidence in the outcome of this Holy Grail War. He never thought that he would lose. So far, everything is under his control.

Although he was a little surprised when he first discovered that a few summoned servants had self-awareness, he didn't take it seriously. He knew that no matter how they were awakened, it would not have any impact on the ending in the end.

——Because the spirit foundation carrying the coming of the heroic spirit has long been distorted and polluted, all the servants came into the world by relying on the parts of Pingjiangmen who were scattered and sealed all over the country, and the power of the servants in the world also helped Pingjiangmen Break through the seal.In the ensuing battle, each rider's exit will return the power of Ping Jiangmen.As if it was a reenactment of his technique of raising Gu in Kanto, the resurrected Ping Jiangmen will become stronger than before.

At the same time, all the servants who came into the world with Ping Jiangmen's body can't get rid of Jiangmen's curse, even if they use special methods to keep awake for a while, as long as he awakens the power in the body again, the servant's own will will be broken. The past was covered in an instant, and he degenerated back into a beast that only knew how to kill, following his orders.

Just like the current Ototota and Minamoto Raimitsu.

The body of the young follower swayed, and he knelt down on the ground with one knee, his long black hair slid down the side of his face, covering his expression.He seemed to be struggling violently, the veins on the back of the hand holding the knife were bulging, and the phalanx was stretched pale.

Fujiwara Juntomo shouted sharply, "Minato Raimitsu, kill them!"

An invisible air current erupted centered on Minamoto Raikou, and the shadows binding his ankles were shattered by chaotic spiritual power in the blink of an eye.

The black-haired servant shook slightly, then slowly stood up, and his slender and beautiful hands gripped the handle of the knife again.

Fujiwara Junyou raised his head and laughed, the strongest sword in the Heian period finally fell into his hands.

With a complacent expression, he looked towards the opposite side, only to see that the little girl with long silver hair who was pulled up by the red-haired youth more than ten steps away happened to be looking at him, but the expression on her face was not the panic he thought. At a loss, but with a little bit of subtle doubt.

Confuse?What is she wondering about?

This question flashed through his mind, and Minamoto Raimitsu had already moved before he could find out the result.

Junyou Fujiwara only had time to catch a glimpse of the clear and cold light of the knife, and he broke through the night with the momentum of thunder, and the next second his body was violently pulled by the ncer standing behind.

The sound of weapons colliding resounded through the night sky, Ncer blocked Minamoto Raimiko's oncoming knife with a little difficulty, and then rushed forward to fight with him.

Caster was staggered by being pulled unexpectedly, stumbled a few steps and stood still, he looked up in shock, only to see the young servant on the opposite side pressing Ncer to beat him with a knife, he didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

"Impossible! Why are you okay?!"

He was finally disrupted by this accident, and for the first time, he showed an expression other than his victory.He suddenly turned his head to look at Onikiri who was fighting Archer over there, raised his finger, and the red charm shot out.

Onikiri was trying his best to deal with Archer's attack, but he couldn't really hurt him, and was actually swept by the red light without checking for a while.The young man paused, turned his head and glanced, showing an impatient expression, as if he had been bitten by an annoying mosquito, and continued to turn his head to fight Archer without pain.

The look of not taking him seriously at all finally convinced Junyou Fujiwara, who tried a few more times in disbelief, that the two servants did not respond to his spells at all, that is to say, they did not respond at all. He didn't come into the world with Ping Jiangmen's body.

If he can't guess that someone actually tampered with his summoning ceremony, he is a fool.

Fujiwara Junyou suddenly turned his head to look at the place where the person fell before, the anger gushing out of his eyes almost wanted to cross the space to go to Huangquan to burn that person again.He gritted his teeth, with the hatred of wanting to crush him to ashes, he almost squeezed out the name of the culprit from between his teeth.

"Bai, Zang, Lord!"

A tall building outside the concession, a slender figure stood on the top of the building, looked at the red light rising in the distance and smiled softly.

He leaned lazily on the iron net pulled up on the roof, his lips were so white that he could not see any blood, his golden hair was messy, the collar of his shirt was blown up by the wind, and the hideous wound on his chest was exposed in the cold night.The wound was right in the heart, and it was almost impossible for another person to survive, but at the same time, there was a small and exquisite rune printed on the wound, and the golden light emitted was like spinning stardust, constantly repairing the wound for him.

Having suffered such serious injuries, he himself still had an expression of indifference. He just casually stared at the center of the concession and took out a spell to activate it.

After a while, a deep and majestic voice came from the talisman, "Lord Baizang?"

"It's me," said Motoharu Tsuchimikado lazily, "I was kicked out by Shuten-douji."

"what happened?"

"I don't know if it was his intention or his accomplice made the decision privately. All in all, I was stabbed in the back by them. Fortunately, my life was fatal or I would really die."

"I see." After a long pause, the voice said, I don't know if he had anticipated this situation, his tone was calm, "Try to take back Yun Wai Jing, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

The man broke off contact after saying this, and the spell in Yuan Chun's hand ignited spontaneously without any wind, and burned to ashes in a short while.

The blond-haired young man Piao Piao let go of his hand, letting the ashes float down from his palm, and was blown away by the night wind before it landed.A clear voice sounded behind him, "Are you not going to stay by Jiu Tun's side to monitor?"

"It's already doomed to be a dead end game, what am I doing staying there, of course I have to find a way to get out, meow. It just so happens that that fool did it himself, saving me from doing it again."

He leaned on the railing without looking back, a handsome and tall figure came out from the darkness behind, stopped beside him, and glanced at his chest.

"Do you not treat the wound?"

"Can't die."

The man nodded and didn't ask any more questions, and looked with him at the battlefield shrouded in red light not far away, "So that's why you borrowed my Genji's mustache at that time? You replaced it with it." The medium through which Saber descended?"

Tsuchimikado Motoharu smiled, "Ah, I thought Minamoto Yorimitsu would be summoned. But someone took the lead, and only his sword was summoned."

The person who came, that is, Genji's young master Yuanhui was startled, and looked back at him, "Didn't Master Laiguang be summoned by you?"

"Of course not, I summoned Saber."

"But Raimitsu-sama doesn't share the spirit foundation with Onikiri..." He stopped at the slightly playful glance cast by Kamido Mimon Motoharu.

"So, Onikiri is the saber?" Yuanhui asked softly.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu smiled lazily at him, with an expression of "Is this still necessary?"

"In that case, what is Raikou-sama's class?"

"Do you think there is any other possibility?"

Yuan Hui was silent, and finally laughed, "Did the Eight Horsemen appear again in this Holy Grail War?"

"Ah," Tsuchimikado Motoharu looked back lazily, "Isn't this normal?"

"But this time is different from the last Holy Grail War," Yuan Hui said, "The Holy Grail of this Holy Grail War does not have self-awareness, so who summoned Lord Laikou?"

"I don't know," Motoharu Tsuchimikado stared at the battlefield in the distance, "but I have a guess... Do you know the sword in Lord Raiko's hand at the beginning?"

Biao Tengta walks through a lush bamboo forest, the surrounding bamboos grow luxuriantly, and there are mottled marks on the bamboo branches, like teardrops.This is the Xiangfei bamboo that came from the east of the Tang Dynasty. This kind of bamboo can only be found in the palace of the emperor or the mansion of the Taizheng Minister Fujiwara Tadahira, because Zhongpei likes it.

He knew where he was, this was Lord Zhongping's yard, and it was here that he first met Ping Jiangmen.

They were all from the Eastern Kingdom, and he had heard of Ping Jiangmen's reputation a long time ago. It was said that this man was so powerful that he was said to be able to pull out a horse's hoof with his fingers.

"So is it true? That rumor."

"what?"

"The rumors that you can clamp the horse's hoof and pull it out, please show me."

He saw Ping Jiangmen's confused face, "But in this case, isn't the horse very pitiful?"

"Let me show you something else." The figure of Ping Jiangmen appeared in front of him, he strode into the bamboo forest, picked out a thick bamboo and clamped it with his fingers, and squeezed the bamboo easily after a crisp sound Broken.The man said with a little embarrassment, "Is that all right?"

Ototota: "...that's fine, Shomon."

However, the scene in front of him didn't stop there. A gust of wind blew by, and the lush bamboo forest in front of him disappeared.A clearing appeared in front of him, and in the middle of the clearing was a horse that was tied up and trembling in fear.

"Fujita, just watch." Someone said beside him.

He turned his head and saw Ping Jiangmen again.Seven feet tall, with a dark complexion and double pupils in the left eye, he has completely turned into a ghost's Ping Jiangmen.

He laughed loudly and walked to the middle of the yard, held down the horse with his big hand, and stretched out his hand to grab the horse's hoof.

The horse held down by him seemed to know what was about to happen, with big tears pouring out of his eyes, struggling constantly in fear, but the man didn't pay attention to it.He raised the hand holding the horse's hoof violently, and after a tragic whine, he pulled the horse's front hoof off alive, and blood splashed out, splashing half of the man.

Ping Jiangmen threw the horseshoe aside indifferently, turned his head and smiled at him, "How about it, is this what you want to see when you are in the capital?"

No, what he said when he was in the capital was just a joke, even if Jiangmen really wanted to do it, he would stop it.

Omotota watched silently. This was what happened when Hei Shomon was entrusted by Tadahira to crusade after he formally raised troops in Kanto.He was originally unwilling to attack Shomon, but Fujiwara Tadahei said that Shomon Heira was no longer the same Shomon he used to be. He didn't believe it, so he went to find him in private, and then he saw such a scene.

"Master Fujita, run!" A woman's voice whispered in his ear.

It is bellflower.

The scene in front of him changed again, into the dark night in the house where he was staying.That night, Ping Jiangmen led people to attack and kill him at night.

This was something that the former Ping Jiangmen would never do. He finally confirmed with disappointment that the generous and generous Ping Jiangmen he knew when he was in the capital had really degenerated into a ghost from body to heart.

After a tumultuous fight at night, he successfully left the room as he had done before, and then the scene in front of him changed again.

He returned to the capital, Zhongping's courtyard.

He stood outside the yard holding the blood-dripping golden pill, watching Fujiwara Tadahei, who was still in his prime, talking to a young man in the room.

"What do you think of it?"

"It was a private fight between the Ping clan, and the general did not rebel."

"Is that so? Jiangmen has a vendetta against you for killing his father, but since you even said 'Jiangmen has no intention of rebellion', then this should be true."

The sunlight pouring in from outside the door illuminated the young man's still immature face, and Omotota recognized that face.

"It's Zhensheng."

He sighed softly, and slowly retracted the golden pill into its sheath, he knew what he was about to see.

Sure enough, after the scene in front of him was turbulent again and subsided again, a rugged mountain road appeared in front of his eyes, and the end of the mountain road sank into the boundless darkness.He walked forward along the mountain path without fear, and finally saw the hut hidden in the trees.

He walked forward step by step, and each step seemed to fast forward more than ten years, his body and appearance quickly aged, and finally stopped at the door of the hut in the image of an old man.

In the room, there was a lonely candle, precariously supporting the darkness of the room alone.

A strong smell of blood came to the face, and in the dim light, a gray-haired figure crouched in front of the two dark shadows, his body trembling slightly, as if he was eating something.

Hearing the movement, he turned his head slowly, revealing that face covered with sores, scarier than evil ghosts.

Bright red blood remained from the corner of his lips, he opened his lips, looked at him and said, "So it's Fujita, are you here too?"

Omotota stood at the door and looked at him quietly. This man who looked like a ghoul at the bottom of hell was squatting on the ground a few steps away from him, holding half a piece of bloody internal organs in his hand like a dead tree branch. There was no sign of the upright boy who sat in front of Tadahira Fujiwara and clarified for his father-killing enemy without hesitation.

He suddenly sighed, "I understand."

The old Ping Zhensheng still looked at him, "What do you understand?"

"I, Fujiwara Hideko, have not made any commendable achievements in my life, but I also have no regrets in my life. I have never understood why I was summoned by the Holy Grail to participate in this Holy Grail War, but now I see You and Jiangmen, I finally figured it out, I probably came here for you. I couldn’t stop the tragedy of my friends, watching them fall into the ghost world one after another, this is my only regret.”

"Zhensheng, are you also like this? Are you also regretting and remorse?"

Ping Zhensheng, who had turned into a ghost, looked at him, but stopped talking.

At this time, a distant bell rang between heaven and earth, ethereal and vast, as if it could break through the fog in people's hearts and call back all lost souls.

Ototota raised his head, and saw the phantom of a blue dragon flashing past among the clouds above his head, and his long tail was looming in the night sky.

He smiled, bowed his head again and said to Ping Zhensheng, "It seems that my master is coming to pick me up. She is Qingming's child, a little guy from the Yuan family. If you can meet her outside, you should also like her very much." Bar."

"My luck seems to have always been better than yours. I can always meet someone who will give me a hand in adversity. So this time I will be that person, and I will give you a hand."