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That direction led to Ramses II's territory, and the powerful magic flying towards them immediately attracted the attention of many.

Soon, the source of the magic came into everyone's view; it was a... genuine giant flying pillar.

"I'm going to die, I'm definitely going to die."

Fujimaru Ritsuka clung tightly to a pillar. She now regretted listening to Sanzang's method of travel, which involved throwing a large pillar and then jumping onto it to fly.

Sanzang, you're still Tao Pai Pai.

Actually, this is a minor matter. What's more serious is that Da Vinci just told her that there are many Servants reacting ahead of them.

This is going to stir up a hornet's nest.

Chapter 127 My Senior Brother Can't Be a Girl 8/102

"Isn't this the real Giant Flying Pillar? The level of accuracy is really high."

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at his reckless younger sister and ignored Arash; his only goal from beginning to end was Chaldea.

"Huh? He really left, or maybe this guy's goal wasn't us at all."

Arash did not pursue them further. He did not know whether those people from the desert were friend or foe. The most important thing now was to try to eliminate one of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Boom!"

A huge cloud of dust billowed up, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was knocked unconscious. Before she could complain to Sanzang, who had proposed this "hurrying up" plan, a familiar figure rushed over with a dark face.

“Benefactor, you have come with ill intentions.”

Although it was a chance encounter, Sanzang still intended to protect humanity's last Master.

The gods and Buddhas believe that everything that humanity is currently experiencing is nothing more than a "calamity" that was bound to happen. These are simply the inevitable result of the accumulation of cause and effect, so there is no need for them to intervene.

However, Sanzang could not bear the suffering of the people, so she descended in the form of a servant. She disapproved of the holy city's holy rites and understood Ramses II's closed-mindedness. Now, the Hassans were the last force that could be won over.

Chaldea needs to be won over, and Hassan also needs to be united; only then can the system be sound.

"nun?"

"My Buddhist name is Sanzang, which should be somewhat famous."

"Sanzang?"

When Fujimaru Kyoya heard this name, she was a little stunned. Although she had met female King Arthur and female Oda Nobunaga before, this time it was Sanzang.

That Sanzang was even more nagging than Oga.

Goodness, this time they've completely turned it into a female character.

Fujimaru Kyoya was initially bothered by the use of a female character to portray Sanzang in the Japanese version of "Journey to the West," but now it seems that those Japanese people who are living a comfortable life are quite something.

Although from Fujimaru Kyoya's perspective, both of them were at least people who had attended Buddha's lectures, when he was Lloyd, he didn't want to claim that connection.

It can't be that Fujimaru Kyo was just a nominal disciple who attended classes, while Sanzang was a genuine disciple. If they were to establish a connection, would they be inferior to the other party?

Well, absolutely not.

"This is a matter between me and Chaldea. Those who have nothing to do with it, please step aside. This is my final reminder."

“That won’t do. Fujimaru is humanity’s last hope. I cannot let that last hope be extinguished here.”

"Hope? Her?"

Since they couldn't agree on words, they decided to fight. The longsword struck the nine-ringed staff. It was indeed a magical artifact bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva; its sturdiness exceeded everyone's expectations.

"To place humanity's hopes on such a little girl, as adults and heroic spirits, is that something to be proud of?"

anger.

This stemmed from Fujimaru Kyoya's inner anger and the ridiculous and laughable truth.

Merlin placed the future of a nation and a people on the shoulders of a girl during the final days of the Age of Gods—a plot point that even a third-rate science fiction author wouldn't use.

But reality turns out to be an even worse book, placing the future of the entire world on the shoulders of a minor girl.

Fujimaru Kyoya would never accept such a world.

The water has boiled.

The moisture in the air was condensed by Fujimaru Kyoya's magic, a technique familiar to the older generation of Knights of the Round Table, and the most proficient attack method of Vortigern's blade.

This time, however, the water had changed in a way that the Knights of the Round Table had never seen before.

"Is this his true strength?"

Even without seeing with her eyes, Mordred could sense the sheer ferocity of the magic simply by feeling it with her heart.

"No, such raging water is not Lloyd's style, but... beauty in turmoil is like a flower blooming amidst carnage, the more it is irrigated with blood and flesh, the more beautiful it becomes."

These are not words that the sentimental Tristan would normally say, but after receiving the blessing of "reversal," the originally kind knight becomes bloodthirsty.

Tristan, influenced by Fujimaru Kyoya's fighting spirit, found his "music" growing increasingly frenzied; it was time for him to begin his killing spree.

“Mr. Fujimaru, do you have some kind of grudge against him? This is more than just ordinary hostility.”

"I don't know either."

Fujimaru Ritsuka had no idea what had happened. She was almost killed the moment she landed, so she had no time to provoke a knight named Lloyd.

"Ritsuka, there is no kindness without reason in this world, nor is there malice without reason. Careful observation is often the key to breaking the deadlock."

A sentence flashed through Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, a piece of advice that her brother, who often had a dark face and was never happy, had once given her.

That's right, there is no love without a reason in this world, but there is also no hate without a reason.

There must be some reason for this targeting.

Boiling water accompanied Fujimaru Kyoya's sword as it hurtled towards the enemy before him. Even though Mash and Da Vinci came to help, they were quickly swept up in the overwhelming sword energy.

As time passed and the sword's momentum accumulated, the moment when the three's defenses were finally broken through, that's when Fujimaru Ritsuka would be in danger.

"This sword..."

A strange sense of familiarity arose in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind. Even though it was the first time she had seen this sword technique, she felt a strong sense of familiarity. What could it be...?

"Senior, be careful."

Mashu immediately sensed the abnormality in the magic and realized that Fujimaru Ritsuka was in danger. However, to everyone's surprise, Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged the water splash that exploded behind her in a flash.

"Mash, Da Vinci, don't worry about me, I'll focus all my energy on the enemy."

The amulet that Fujimaru Ritsuka wore emitted a faint glow. Although her mind had not reached a state of meditation, her perception of the outside world was exceptionally sharp.

No magical anomalies could escape her perception, not to mention her inexplicable familiarity with Fujimaru Kyoya's Flowing Water Sword.

Again.

Using this feeling, Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged another exploding water splash, while the mountain wall next to her was slashed open with several marks when it touched the splash. One can imagine what would happen if it hit a human.

Her first attack failed, and then attacks came one after another. Fujimaru Ritsuka spent all her energy dodging, which left her no time to think about the cause and effect.

But she knew that she and the knight named Lloyd in front of her definitely had some kind of connection.

Fujimaru Ritsuka kept dodging, but this wasn't a solution. Sanzang understood that Fujimaru Ritsuka was essentially dancing on a tightrope. Even with Chaldea's combat suit protecting her from instant death, she was still in danger.

Sanzang must break this deadlock.

Chapter 128 If you were a dragon, that would be fine too.

Sanzang clasped his hands together, a halo of Buddhist light emanating from his body, and then leaped into the sky. At that moment, Fujimaru Kyoya also remembered a set of palm techniques that descended from the sky.

"What the hell is this Tathagata Palm?"

Immense pressure descended, but Mash and Da Vinci had already made a hasty escape with Fujimaru Ritsuka, leaving only Fujimaru Kyoya, who was locked on, to take the hit head-on.

Of course, Sanzang wouldn't have used the full Tathagata Palm technique, otherwise he would have easily defeated Fujimaru Kyoya with a single gesture.

She was using the same move that Buddha used to suppress Sun Wukong, mobilizing the power of the five elements in a continuous and interlocking manner to suppress all powerful enemies.

"Is it lucky or unlucky?"

Fujimaru Kyoya sighed that at least the art style of this world was normal, otherwise if Sanzang used some of the four great martial arts of Shaolin Temple, he really wouldn't be able to fight him.

Fortunately, although this move is very powerful, the person who can use it is not the Buddha himself. Sanzang himself has already attained the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit, and his true form is still listening to lectures at the Great Thunder Temple. At this time, he is only descending in the form of a follower. Therefore, this powerful move has a flaw because Sanzang is weakened.

"Running water never stagnates, and a frequently used door hinge never rusts."

The flowing sword, already poised to strike, unleashed its fury. At this moment, everyone witnessed just how terrifying this water, which "benefits all things without contention," could be when enraged.

Fujimaru Kyou could also sense that this was the power of Buddha, which could be described as the most irresistible power in the world. However, this power was only a small part of it. At the same time, the power of the Tathagata Palm was too dispersed and mainly focused on sealing, so even such power could not do anything to him.

The water flow converged at one point, then spun wildly, like a whirlpool... no, it was a drill.

My drill bit can pierce the sky! (Image)

Facing a Noble Phantasm that wasn't primarily designed for killing enemies, Fujimaru Kyoya showed no mercy and even managed to tear a crack in the attack by focusing on a single point.

Just as his sword was about to touch Sanzang, a pure white breath swept over and knocked him aside.

A destructive jet of white light? Seto Kaiba, huh?

"Lloyd, it's been a long time."

An old man stood on the mountaintop. Although he didn't want to face Fujimaru Kyoya so soon, Sanzang was a key force in defeating the Lion King and couldn't afford to fall here.

"Old bastard Deng, you fucking won the revival match."

When Fujimaru Kyoya saw Vortigern's old face, he never expected that there was someone in the world with a thicker skin than him.

He was full of confidence, saying he had never had such a wonderful start, and then challenged Artoria to a one-on-one duel, but he was defeated in no time.

With a record like that, I could do it too.

"You still have such a sharp tongue. Lloyd, you're someone who won't give in to reality. In that case, coming to our side was the right choice for you."

Although Vortigern understood that there were many powerful Servants in this world, the more powerful a person was, the more difficult it was to cooperate with them. This can be seen from the conflict between the Old Man of the Mountain and Ramses II.

He was determined to win over Fujimaru Kyoya, no matter how low the odds were.

"I'm sorry, I can't fight alongside you this time."

"What's the reason?"

"Is it enough that I don't believe that little girl can save humanity?"