The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

Strong winds filled every part of this desert, sand grains were flying, and the sky was dark.

"The desert is really annoying..."

Gudazi complained with his arms half covering his eyes.

"You can actually see a city in the east, but it's a little far away." Shirou said.

"Ah... Do we really have to walk through this kind of desert?"

Gudazi burst into tears all of a sudden.

"Let me come."

Da Vinci showed a confident smile, and then slightly raised the staff in his hand.

A specially made driving tool appeared in front of him with the surging magic light.

"Oh oh oh! You are indeed the all-powerful Da Vinci kiss!"

Gudazi praised with shining eyes.

"Humph, that's needless to say."

Da Vinci showed a moving smile and straightened his chest, causing the majestic mountain peaks to tremble charmingly.

It is said that Leonardo da Vinci redesigned his body into a woman (Mona Lisa), and her body is a perfect body comparable to that of a goddess, and can maintain its beauty.

One way

Going east, with the help of Leonardo da Vinci, it only took about an hour to reach the edge of the desert and into a wilderness.

"Wait a minute... wilderness, isn't this the time of the Crusades? How could there be large tracts of wilderness in the Middle East during this period?"

Looking at the surrounding scenery, Gudazi said in disbelief.

It is a land of death.

It was gray and cracked, and fire would emerge from the cracks every now and then. Although there was not much combustible material visible, it still burned tenaciously and continuously.

There are no humans or animals, and now there is no trace of even plants. There are only sparse, almost charred dead trees lying in the unburned area, adding a bit of misery to this desolate and weird scene.

Turning on the data meter to collect external data, Gudazi opened his eyes after a while.

"The temperature is 48 degrees Celsius, the relative humidity is 0, and the magic density in the atmosphere is 0.3 milligrams... This is no longer an environment in which humans can survive. No wonder I feel like I'm going to have a heat stroke..."

Among the people present, Gudazi was the only one who was a 'normal' human being. As for Shirou, who was the only human being like her, he was considered the 'abnormal' one.

And this extreme environment is almost fatal to Gudazi.

Although Gudazi, Matthew and Da Vinci had some exchanges and discussions about the environment they saw, at this unique point, no matter how strange it is, it becomes reasonable, and research and discussion are meaningless.

If you have time to do this, why not go directly to the Holy City to see it.

Now Shirou really wants to know whether the Lion King in the Holy Capital is Bai Qiandai or his own Saber.

Or is it both, or a combination of the two?

No matter which one it is in the end, it seems to be a bloody gain...

While Shirou was thinking about this not seriously, Gudazi was already contacting Chaldea.

"Wow, we finally got in touch!"

Roman's image popped up, and he was curiously observing the past environment shown on Gudazi's side.

"Are you in the desert? Anyway, just be fine."

Roman, who breathed a sigh of relief, continued: "According to the strategy developed by the control room, your top priority is to find the leader of the Crusade, King Richard the Lionheart."

Shirou shook his head at this time.

"No need to study that. The Crusaders at this singularity were all destroyed by the Knights of the Round Table, and if nothing goes wrong, the Lion King should be King Arthur of Britain."

"King Arthur of Britain?"

Roman was suddenly surprised.

Just as he was about to ask Shirou, Roman's expression suddenly turned serious.

"We will discuss this matter later. We have just detected a huge magic reaction near you. This is the fluctuation of the servants, not far from you."

"It was too late to report doctor, we have already seen it."

Gudazi looked ahead and said.

Over there, a handsome man with long bright red hair was standing there quietly with his eyes closed.

Image: "Son of Sorrow", Location: "Images/1678679223-100352746-110059570.jpg"

He was wearing silver-white armor, his pure white cloak fluttering in the wind, a thin sword hanging from his waist, and what he held in his hand was not so much a bow as a special harp.

Opposite him, a slender, dark-skinned smoke drunk Hassan was holding the dagger cautiously.

Behind Hassan stood many ragged people. Judging from their faces, they should be the indigenous people of this land.

"Tristan..."

The first time Shirou saw the red-haired man, he already said his name.

As if hearing Shirou's voice, Tristan's head moved slightly with his eyes closed. Although he couldn't see, he could sense his surroundings in other ways.

Probably after confirming that Shirou was a stranger and judging from his perception that there was no threat, Tristan continued to point his bow at the refugees.

Although Hassan has been working very hard to protect these refugees, the gap in strength between the two sides is really too big.

The smoke-drunk Hassan finally sacrificed his own life in exchange for Tristan being unable to use his right hand for a day, and was killed by the opponent.

Blood flowed, dyeing the light red under the scorching sun.

The pure white uniform Tristan was wearing was also eroded by the bloody reflection.

Drunken Hassan's sacrifice was in vain because Tristan's attack method was a sound blade.

In other words, he only needs to play the harp to form multiple sound blades and kill the unarmed refugees with ease.

The caressing strings are releasing sweet music, but its sound represents cruel killing.

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py is a book that is constantly updated.

"Honkai Impact III, But in the Interstellar Age"

Chapter 3 The Goddess of the Holy Spear

Ding----

unexpected sound

Up, the sound blade was blocked by an outstretched hand.

The red-haired boy standing in front of him made Tristan look surprised.

After Shirou blocked the invisible blade blow, he was also looking at the 'Son of Sorrow' curiously.

Tristan, who loved music and singing all his life, was known as the sentimental knight and had a beautiful knight that even fairies were attracted to.

He was the child of King Lee Wallen of Ronua and Blanchover, sister of King Mark of Cornwall.He was named Tristan because the queen had difficulty giving birth to him.

His uncle King Mark raised Tristan as his own child, and Tristan lived up to expectations and became an outstanding knight, becoming one of the Knights of the Round Table who followed King Arthur.

Tristan is said to have martial arts skills that are no less than those of Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table. In the end, he chose to leave because he could not understand King Arthur.

Half a year ago, the Lion King summoned the knights of the Knights of the Round Table. Except for Galahad, who did not respond to the summons, and Bedivere, who was not summoned at all, he informed them of his purpose and asked them to choose their camp, whether to follow the king's orders or for morality. And rebelled against the king.

After learning the Lion King's thoughts, Tristan couldn't bear to see his fellow Round Table members killing each other and destroyed his eyesight.

Because he regretted leaving the Round Table during his lifetime, he chose to fulfill his unfulfilled loyalty this time and fight for the Lion King.

After the Round Table Civil War ended, the Lion King gave his "blessing" to the knights who were stained with the blood of his compatriots.

Tristan admitted that due to the grief of killing his compatriots, he could no longer move his fingers perfectly. In order to allow his sentimental self to carry out the king's orders without hesitation, he chose the "reversal" of "blessing" and became the one of abandonment. A cold-blooded beast whose heart only fights for the Lion King.

Tristan, who received the blessing of "Reversal", had all his characteristics reversed, including his character becoming cruel, being completely immune to the poisonous weaknesses he had during his lifetime, and so on.

Now at this singularity, he finally has a chance to make up for his mistakes. No matter what the king becomes, Tristan is willing to be used by the king.

The Knights of the Round Table are the epitome of the chivalric code.

However, no one is perfect, and most heroes are beautified by later generations. After all, success and fame are often accompanied by bloodshed and death.

Each of the magnificent heroic deeds and epics, who could have imagined how many of them were unbearable.

"I'm very sad...but someone has to do this kind of thing...even if his hands are dirty, he must protect the king's honor!"

Tristan gritted his teeth and placed his hand on the bowstring again.

The crimson invisible blade was sent in the direction of Shirou as Tristan gently stroked the strings.

Ding----

How the invisible sound blade was blocked by flesh and blood was something even Tristan couldn't understand at all.

All kinds of phenomena are simply challenging his cognitive limits.

"Who are you...?"

Tristan stared at Shirou closely, his handsome face also slightly agitated because of his hard-to-find answers.

"My name is Orihara Shirou, but even if I tell you my name, you probably won't have a clue."

Shirou smiled slightly, as if he was bored, and turned his pale golden eyes slightly to look at the solemn knights following Tristan.

stab

The sound of the blade slicing through flesh and splattering blood reached Tristan's ears along with the screams of the knights.

Looking back, Tristan saw the scene of several weapons that appeared at unknown times and pierced the armor of the solemn knights.

All of them are Noble Phantasms, of very high quality.

"This is……!?"

Tristan's pupils shrank slightly, and then he stroked the strings angrily, firing out sound blades one after another.

Ding ding ding———

This time I could see it more clearly.

Those sound blades were not blocked by any weapons, but hit a golden barrier when they touched the red-haired boy's body.

To be more precise, the young man's body was emitting sun-like brilliance, shaking Tristan's soul like a god.

"retreat!"

Tristan issued an order to the remaining solemn knights.

Since the enemy's strength cannot be easily solved, there is no need to continue to stay here. He must bring the information here as soon as possible.

Shirou looked at the knights who were gradually retreating and shook his head slightly.

"Knights of the Round Table..."

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According to the information Shirou knew, Artoria at this singularity was actually corrupted by the divinity of the divine weapon, the Holy Spear, and became the goddess Lungominiad.

Image: "Lungominiade", location: "Images/1678679171-100352746-110059598.jpg"

The reason why it became like this was because of Bedivere, one of the Knights of the Round Table.

Bedivere has the final mission entrusted to him by King Arthur - to return the holy sword to the Fairy of the Lake.

Bedivere knew very well that returning the holy sword to the Fairy of the Lake would mean the complete death of King Arthur. Carrying out this order was like killing King Arthur with his own hands.

According to legend, he failed to return the sword the first two times. The lie he made about returning the sword was discovered by King Arthur. The third time, he finally made up his mind to return the sword.

And in this singularity, he couldn't bring himself to return the holy sword even the third time.

King Arthur, who failed to die completely, picked up the Holy Spear and became the wandering King of the Dead after losing all his memory.

Over a thousand years, she assimilated with the soul of the goddess in the Holy Spear, transformed into the Lion King, and completely lost her heart.

The cold gods only know how to give time to civilization, but do not know how to give time to civilization.

Faced with the impending end of history, Lungominiad chose to carve human souls worth saving into the chalk city and preserve them.

In the past where Shirou originally lived, Saber who disappeared may have also come to this singularity. Whether it is related to this Lion King is still unknown.