Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

But when she heard Sakura greeting her, she immediately went up to Sakura and greeted her.

"Is this your sister?"

"You actually let your sister stay on this battlefield."

Altria's expression when looking at Vitan was also quite strange.

Leaving his family in his own magic workshop, what if the Nai Tian magic workshop was discovered and attacked by other heroes?

Doesn't this guy worry about his family's safety at all?

Even a cold-blooded magician would not do this directly on such a basic matter.

"Nothing, no one can break through here."

"This is absolutely impossible even for heroic spirits like you."

All Vitan gave Altria was a meaningful look.

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In this regard, Artoria had only questions and confusion.

She didn't believe that the barrier in this house could be so powerful.

At least she felt that once she released the Sword of Promised Victory, no barrier would be able to stop her.

"Alright Sakura, go back to bed early. If you have anything you want to ask or want to talk to onee-san, we can talk tomorrow morning."

"Anyway, Big Sister is going to live with us for the time being, so there's no need to rush."

"I see."

Sakura nodded her head crisply.

The woman who had just appeared in white gave her a very warm feeling.

That warm feeling was just like the feeling her mother gave her before she left home.

But no matter what, her brother is the person closest to her.

She just needs to listen to her brother.

"Then Sakura, see you tomorrow."

Irisviel also waved her hand gently with an innocent smile on her face.

"See you tomorrow."

After watching Sakura return to her room, Irisviel also returned to Vitan's side.

But just as she was walking over, her body staggered.

The whole person leaned forward and almost fell to the ground.

“Irisviel…”

Artoria suddenly panicked and was about to step forward to catch Artoria.

But on the other side there was another person who was much faster than her.

"Ma'am, everything is fine, right?"

Vitan directly reached out and supported Altria's shoulders on both sides.

"No, it's okay..."

Irisviel was also a little dazed. This slightly intimate contact made her not know what to say for a moment.

Even because it was the first time that another man was so close to me, even though there was clothes between us, I could still feel the warmth from his shoulder and the breath he exhaled sweeping across my face when he asked me questions.

All of these made her face look a little rosy.

"However, it seems that Madam still needs to undergo soul transfer surgery immediately."

"Otherwise, if more heroes die in battle, Madam will probably have trouble even standing."

In fact, this is the case in the original book.

Lancer was the third heroic spirit to die.

After Emiya Kiritsugu plotted Lancer's suicide, Irisviel had basically lost her ability to move.

Except in front of outsiders and Emiya Kiritsugu, he forced himself to pretend that nothing was wrong.

The rest of the time, she almost needed Altria to hold her or support her to move.

As for the two of them now, Irisviel is already bearing a lot of burdens.

"Saber, take the lady to a random room and let her rest."

"Come back to see me at 11:30 p.m."

"I need to prepare Madam's body first."

Slowly straightening Irisviel's body, Vitan pulled a silver-white hair from her long snow-white hair.

"I see."

"We'll be there on time."

He took Irisviel’s body from Vitan’s hands and supported her with his own body.

"See you later, Mr. Vitan."

Irisviel, who was ill, did not plan to stay here for long.

He nodded slightly and returned to his room under the guidance of Altria.

Vitan also shrugged his shoulders and walked straight to the magic workshop upstairs.

I came upstairs and closed the door of the room directly.

After entering the workshop, he did not immediately start the alchemical production. Instead, he sat on the chair and crossed his legs.

"came back?"

In the dark room where only these few lights were on, it was as if a strong light suddenly lit up.

The magic particles of ether swirled around with a deep blue glow, and finally gathered into a human shape.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The sound of water drops falling rang out along with Vitan's words just now.

"Master, the mission has been accomplished."

It sounded like the owner of this voice was quite tired, and the black gas emanating from the armor slowly dissipated, gradually turning back into its original purple appearance.

"This is one of Gilgamesh's arms."

Lancelot raised his hand and handed the arm, from which blood was still dripping, to Vitan.

"Well, good?"

Looking at Gilgamesh's arm, then turning to look at Lancelot's current state, Vitan raised his eyebrows.

"It seems that you have had a small accident."

The Heroic Spirit is not only composed of magical power itself.

Noble Phantasms, Armor, Clothing.

Nature is also condensed by magic power.

Therefore, even if this kind of thing is damaged, it can be repaired as long as a sufficient amount of magic power is consumed.

But look at Lancelot now?

The dark purple armor was covered with dense cracks, and the heroic long hair was inexplicably shorter.

The ends of the hair looked as if they had been twisted and torn off by something.

"It can indeed be considered a bit of a surprise."

Lancelot smiled bitterly.

The arm in his hand was slowly lifted up and floated slowly towards the empty glass bottle next to him.

At the same time, he could also feel an even stronger magical power pouring into his body.

The injuries on his body are also in the process of recovery.

"According to your order, with the invisibility talisman you gave me, I hid on the golden ship."

"And after the King launched the attack, he found the right opportunity and cut Archer's arm directly."

"But Archer's reaction was still too fast."

"Originally, I wanted to quickly escape into the space-time wormhole you prepared for me."

"But the moment I entered, it seemed that a red light directly tore through the space tunnel."

"In order not to get lost in the turbulence, I became what I am now."

Recall what happened just now.

Lancelot also looked frightened. To be honest, if it weren't for his good luck, he would have been very lucky.

The defensive power of its own armor is also very good.

Maybe he would have been crushed by the distortion of time and space just now.

"That should be what you are talking about, Ea."

"I finally understand what you said. Why do you consider Archer to be the most difficult opponent?"

"good."

"After all, it is a rare anti-world treasure. It is a sword that is said to be able to cut the world apart."

"It is even stronger than the Sword of Promised Victory, and it is a Noble Phantasm of Ex grade."

"If he is careful every time, he will be invincible with so many super-standard weapons."

As he spoke, Vitan's fingers never stopped moving.

The corks on various bottles and jars were opened directly.

Some are red, some are gray, and there is even a kind of weird green that makes people feel creepy when looking at it.

All of these liquids were poured into a huge petri dish located in the middle of the room under the direction of his fingers.

"If it were me, I would be defeated in an instant when facing such an attack."

"It's impossible to resist such an attack."

His own current stats have indeed been raised to a very high level by Vitan.

But those who truly understand the Heroic Spirit will understand clearly.

In battles between heroes, the numerical panel is indeed a very important criterion for judging each other's strength.

But what can really determine the outcome of a war is actually the crucial treasure.

Just like in the original novel, during the fifth war, how big was the difference in strength between Hassan the Cursed and Big Dog?

Normally speaking, the big dog is completely invincible.

But because of the existence of the Noble Phantasm, the "Delusion Heart Sound".

He directly took advantage of Big Dog and created Big Dog's heart.

Killed the big dog.

Faced with such an extraordinary treasure, how could he possibly win in a head-on battle?

"So, now I have the cards that will definitely win."

What flew up again were the silver white hair and the severed arm of Gilgamesh that had just been thrown into the bottle by Vitan.

Then Vitan raised his hand, and a gray magic power was injected.

"You mean, King?"

Lancelot seemed to be at a loss as to what to say.

This is not because he looks down on his own king.