Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Murad continued to approach Fatih threateningly. "Your friends can't escape, and neither can you."

Murad took another step, and Fatih immediately raised his lightsaber, ready to resume the fight.

“You are defeated,” Murad said with a tone of terrifying certainty and finality. “Resistance is useless.”

But Fatih still resisted. He braced himself and thrust his sword at the Sultan. Regardless of the outcome, this would be his last stand.

Murad was staggered by the blow, and Fatih saw that he was in great pain. But it was only for a moment. Then, once again, Murad began to walk towards him.

Taking another step, the Sultan warned: "Don't die in vain like them, child."

Fatih breathed hard, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Calm down—" he kept reminding himself. "Calm down."

Seeing that Fatih was still unmoved, Murad shook his head with regret. He had picked up his sword again and seemed determined to take his child's life.

Or worse, his fragile soul.

PS1：苏宁常规赛打DGL两个2:0，季后赛和冒泡赛加起来一共打了个6:0

So DGL's record against Suning is an embarrassing 0-10...

PS2: If you fail the subject exam the first time, you can retake it. I’m surprised.

PS3: As an aside, Mamtim II's command level was a bit poor. The Grand Duke who returned after the three-year agreement can testify that the Ottomans actually gave him a Protector of the Country in Romania.

Chapter 091 Ebu'l Feth!

After getting rid of the zombies blocking the way, Ophelia and Aku Hinako ran hurriedly under the night sky. The time for the moon to hang in the sky was running out, and they had to rush to the imperial city to help them.

"What are you thinking about, Ophelia?"

"The clothes on those zombies are the same as those of the Sultan's guards we met in the bazaar that day."

"you mean......"

"Sultan Erdogan's court is more hidden than we thought." Ophelia frowned. Necromancer was condemned by everyone in the Middle Ages, but he had a place here.

Perhaps this is just the tip of the iceberg of the Ottoman Empire's hidden secrets.

"Then we can't watch them fall into danger."

As the only good student in Scathach's class who can keep up with the teacher, Ophelia is now able to chat with people calmly while running. It is hard to imagine that she was still a person who needed to be pulled up from the ground by herself in Fuyuki a month ago.

Aku Hinako recalled a sentence said by the governor of the country where she was when the country was divided into three parts.

Your talent and strategy now are no longer the same as A'mon from Wu!

"When a man has been away for three days, he will be looked at with new eyes."

"Senior Jie, what do you mean by this?"

"Well, don't worry about it. Let's get going. Let's get going."

Turning a corner, they saw that the gate leading to the imperial city was open, and through the gate they could see figures fighting with the Sultan's guards.

But suddenly, the door slammed shut, and the two leaders of the Sultan's guards were rushing towards them again. Akagi Hinako squatted down and slapped the floor, and large chunks of bricks and soil flew into the air, taking them with them.

“I’ve never seen such a gift.”

"Master Mustard!" Ophelia shouted. "We have to find a way to get in."

At this moment, the headphones Ophelia was wearing lit up.

"Ophelia, I'm Olga Marie."

In the Chaldea Control Room, Olga Marie told her through the system. "Attila's army will enter the city shortly after dawn. We still have about an hour."

"Then how do we get in?"

Ophelia's tone was very impatient. Although there was only a wall between them, she had no idea what was happening behind the door, which made it difficult for her to calm down.

"In fact, the door is already open."

Aku Hinako tapped her arm from behind, and when she came to her senses, she happened to meet Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes. The meaning in those eyes could probably only the person involved understand.

"Thank you, Ophir."

"Go ahead and see how Fatih solved it—"

The second half of Ophelia's words were drowned out, and a ray of light shot up into the sky, penetrating the entire night.

And the starting point of that light was right in front of them.

The whistling wind completely drowned out the sound of blades colliding. Fatih dodged swiftly, hiding from his pursuers near a stone carving. But Murad soon arrived, slashing at the carving. Small stones on the carving fell off one after another, and all Fatih needed was a moment of distraction.

As the stone carvings fell, Murad subconsciously glanced at them. At this moment, Fatih's blade swung violently, and the Sultan's sword flew out along with his palm.

Suddenly, the wind died down, and from Fatih's point of view, Murad had nowhere to go.

“Times have changed, father,” the young Sultan warned, towering over Fatih like a black angel of death.

"I don't want to kill you, nor do I want to talk about those damn words of our ancestors. I just want to find Erdogan and kill him together, and then take back what's mine!"

"is it?"

Murad closed his eyes, which seemed extremely stupid to Fatih, but soon he no longer thought so.

"As long as you understand the power of the Force," Murad continued. "I never told you what happened in Varna, did I?"

The mention of Varna immediately awakened Fatih's anger. "Lev Lenore has told me enough!" he cried. "He told me that you yourself deposed me!"

"No," Murad said calmly. "That's fake."

Fatih was so surprised that he could hardly believe his ears. He stared at the Sultan and shook his head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of this unexpected thing.

Then the two men stood, gazing at each other, father and son.

"No, no! This is not true..." Fatih cried, refusing to believe what he had just heard. "This is impossible."

"Think about it," Murad said, sounding like he was trying to entice him. "Is Leif Lenore really a good man?"

Then he sheathed his blade and extended his one remaining steady, inviting hand to Fatih.

But confused and shocked by Murad's words, Fatih still shouted: "No, no!"

"Mohammed, you will lead this country to capture the city that the world desires. He has foreseen this. This is your destiny and the mission given to you by human history. I am proud of you."

Fatih's thoughts were confused by these words. He didn't know if Murad was telling the truth - I was the one designated in the first place, so these nine years, everything I experienced in these nine years was just a misunderstanding?

He did not want to believe Murad and tried to convince himself that it was Murad who was lying to him and wondered if it was true - but somehow he sensed truth in the Sultan's words.

But if Murad was telling the truth, why, he wondered, why did Leif Lenore do this? Why? His mind screamed louder than any wind Murad could summon to blow at him.

The answer no longer seems to matter.

His father.

"This is not true!"

Fatih lost control, and the God-given "power" ran wild in him, with the result that he did things that were far beyond the reach of a human body.

It is the ultimate weapon of the Servant. A miracle in material form, the proof held by heroes who have achieved success, and the crystallization of mankind's longing for miracles.

——Noble Phantasm

"Angle 45 degrees, target Costantinye, Urban Cannon, fire!"

"Looks like I have to wake you up completely, kid."

Murad picked up the sword again, this time he held it tighter and his expression became nostalgic. Although he only had one hand left, the power of that one-handed sword was far beyond Fatih's reach.

"Stay with me one last time, old friend."

The Sultan held up his sword high, his face determined. Now that he had witnessed the miracle happen with his own eyes, he could rest assured.

"Knights of Varna, charge forward! This is the glory of the empire! [Battle of Varna]"

"——I am the conqueror! [Ebu'l Feth]"

PS1: Paris Saint-Germain, boom boom boom!

#VDOG is discussing the details of the Bright Moon Champion Skin with xiye#

PS2: It was the right decision to re-watch Inception instead of watching The Eight Hundred today.

So why didn't I win the Golden Figure through Inception?

Chapter 092 Breaking the city! Break the city! Break the city!

A heavy artillery appeared behind Fatih. It was a terrifying and extraordinary monster, a groundbreaking weapon.

"I have studied the city's walls carefully, and I am confident that I can build such a heavy artillery - it can not only smash the walls of Constantinople, but even the walls of Babylon are said to be no match for it."

Its name is the Urban Cannon.

The Urban Cannon actually did not accomplish much; it only played a minor role in one battle from beginning to end.

The hub connecting the Eurasian continent, the shining pearl of the Sea of ​​Marmara, the gorgeous jewel in the Byzantine crown, the city that the world longs for - the wall of Constantinople was destroyed by the Urban Cannon. Although it was repaired later, this is what really happened.

As a legend handed down to later generations, it was elevated to an anti-city treasure because it destroyed the Theodosian Wall, also known as the "Wall of Sighs," with a single shot, and also possessed special attacks against many mysterious targets.

Who brought the Middle Ages to an end?

Facing Fatih's attack, Murad naturally had to respond, and he relied on his own 10,000 soldiers of the Sultan.

——The only 10,000 remaining Sultan's guards killed the Polish King Władysław III. This was the most glorious battle in the 50 years of Sultan Murad II's life, and it was also the greatest achievement that allowed him to become a hero.

Anti-military Noble Phantasm versus Anti-castle Noble Phantasm, son versus father, if this happened in an ordinary seven-person Holy Grail War, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful battle.

But the problem is that the current situation does not allow them to do so. In the reality that Fatih almost lost control and released the treasure, he made a great decision.

"Go and maintain this palace, soldiers."

"But, Sultan..."

"This is my last order to you, carry it out!"

Murad said seriously, and the guards who had fought side by side with him seemed to understand something and all saluted Murad.

"Yes! Sultan!"

The Sultan's plan was simple to understand: let his guards protect the imperial city, and he would meet his end in the artillery of Fatih.

——The sixth Ottoman Sultan Murad II will welcome the attack on the city's treasure by his son, the seventh Sultan Mehmed II, in an undefended manner.

Ritsuka and the others were unaware of all this, but after meeting Ophelia and the others, they heard a heart-wrenching cry.

"Father--!"

The answer to this battle no longer seemed to matter.

His father, Sultan Murad II, let down all his defenses at that moment and greeted his own end with a smile - being killed by his own son.

Some people died in 1444 and were buried in 1453.

Before Murad fell to the ground, Fatih hugged him in time. Seeing that his eyes were no longer confused, the Sultan was very satisfied.

"Well done, Muhammad. You have completely controlled the 'power'."

"Why are you doing this, father?" There was a tremor in his voice, still a bit of disbelief. Fatih had thought about proving himself in front of his father countless times, but he never thought that it would be proved in this way.

He suddenly remembered the mansion he had purchased. The real estate agent said that in the past, a tragedy occurred here in which a son killed his father, but he did not take it seriously at the time.

Nothing in this world happens by chance.

"Don't give me that look, kid."

Murad looked unconvinced. "Your uncle Mustafa was much calmer than you are now. I remember what he said to me that day, 'Fratricide is a piece of shit.' I agree with that."

"But we have no choice but to stick to this rule similar to the survival of the fittest."

“Why not cancel it?”

"The army will come to correct this behavior. This is stipulated by the law of the first Sultan, but this is not for you to consider, child. Ahem, ahem..."

Murad's time is running out, and in this world where he died in 1444, he must tell him what he had not had time to tell in Varna.

"Come and see this."

He took out a blood-stained secret letter from his arms. It was the same one that Fatih saw that year. His breathing became heavy and his face became excited. This naturally did not escape Murad's eyes. He handed the secret letter to Fatih.

"Just like back then, open it and see for yourself."