At the side.
The shocked Yan Feng Justice stood up again.
Then …
His heart was filled with an even stronger shock.
"Two Holy Grails?"
Yan Feng Justice was shocked.
Irin nodded. "Other than that, there is no other explanation."
"So …" Yan Feng Justice lowered his head. He thought of the cause and effect of everything, and a hint of realization appeared on his surprised face. "This is the real reason why I, Yan Feng Justice, am here."
"What are you referring to?"
Irin was wary of the magician's spirit attacking again. He noticed that Yan Feng Justice's words had a hidden meaning, so he quickly asked.
He had long noticed that Yan Feng Justice had a troubled look on his face ever since he came to Uruk City, as if he was hiding some secret.
Firstly, Irin did not have the ability to read minds. Secondly, he was not so cruel as to torture Yan Feng Justice and beat him up.
As a result, Irin had never been able to ask Yan Feng Justice's secret.
But now …
Yan Feng Justice's defenses had been broken due to various unforeseen events, and his mentality seemed to have collapsed. Now was the best time to get information out of him.
Irin was very familiar with this.
Yan Feng Justice glanced at Irin. Now that things had come to this, there was nothing to hide. He said bitterly, "Ten years ago, I was sent to the small church in Wuke Town by my teacher. I became a member of the Church of Holy Light. "
"The Church of Holy Light?"
"For many years, the struggle between magicians has been hidden in the dark. In reality, there was more than one Holy Grail War. But every time, due to various reasons, the Holy Grail could not reappear in the world. " At this point, Yan Feng Justice's gaze inadvertently fell on Miriam, who was fighting on the battlefield in the distance, but he quickly looked away.
"And then?"
Irin asked.
"And the Church of Holy Light, every time the Holy Grail War starts, they will send a 'referee' to preside over it."
"Referee?" Irin quickly thought of a possibility. "If I'm not wrong, the failure of the Holy Grail War has something to do with the Church of Holy Light."
"Yes." Yan Feng nodded impartially. "Ever since the Third Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail has been tainted with something terrible. It turned from a pure wish-granting machine into a destructive ritual that is filled with malice and uses various methods to fulfill wishes."
Irin recalled what Circia had said to him in the evil dimension. Yan Feng and Gongzheng were orthodox magicians, so they should know something. So, Irin continued to ask, "I've always been curious. What is the reason why magicians keep failing and starting the Holy Grail War?"
"You don't know?" Irin's question shocked Yan Fenggong. He looked at Irin again and again. Yan Feng had always thought that since Irin was from the Clock Tower, she should be a proper magician. But how could a proper magician not know what he was after?
"I only pursue 'knowledge'." Irin understood the surprise in his eyes. He shrugged slightly and took the initiative to explain in an ingenious way.
At the same time, Irin realized that he still didn't know much about the inside of the Tower of War server.
The various forces, countries, complicated and chaotic situations, and the mysteries hidden in the dust of history were far more complicated and difficult to understand than his own country.
Here, the importance of unifying a country was reflected.
In the Tower of Death server, almost 90% of the apostles were from Chidragon or Chidragon. They rarely encountered foreigners.
Fighting and killing in the Inner World was, at the very least, internal strife. But the Tower of War server was different. Once the order collapsed and the transcendents rose, it would trigger a transcendental war that would affect the whole of Europe.
At this moment.
Yan Feng and Gongzheng hesitated for a moment, but still answered Irin's question. "Every generation of magicians only pursue 'Origin' in their life."
"Origin?"
Irin was stunned.
This word was a little pretentious.
"Yes, 'Origin'." Yan Feng nodded. "But in fact, this is an illusory existence. Some people have traveled all over the world and searched the history of many countries. They found that in history, there were many people who pursued similar existences — the one, the truth, the eternity, the miracle, the infinite, the ultimate, the door … But in fact, what they pursued was similar. It might even be the same place. "
Irin noticed that Yan Feng used a strange word when he described the 'Origin'.
"Place."
The Origin was a place?
This was a little different from Irin's initial impression.
Irin felt that this abstract concept should be understood as some kind of "power."
"So, what is the Origin?"
Yan Feng shook his head. "No one knows. In fact, no magician can truly reach the 'Origin'. But they speculate that there is infinite magic power in that place, inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Any magic, any power, or any miracle can be easily achieved in that place. "
Irin couldn't help but laugh. "Infinite magic power? Isn't that referring to Kanzaki? "
Yan Feng and Gongzheng were stunned.
Suddenly.
He subconsciously wanted to refute.
But for some reason, he couldn't refute.
This was a way of opening that he had never imagined.
Yes.
In short, magicians only pursued the Origin. Wasn't Kanzaki, whose air was filled with rich magic power, very close to the 'Origin' that magicians pursued?
Irin was trying to get information from Yan Feng while paying attention to the situation of the battle. He was multitasking.
On the battlefield, thousands of changes were happening in an instant.
Gilgamesh was busy commanding and didn't have time to care about other things for the time being.
So that Yi Lin and Yan Feng could just and honorably slack off.
But it was impossible for Irin to slack off. After the opponent's magician released a wave of thunder bombardment, there were no other movements.
Irin's teleportation circle could easily divert the opponent's thunder attack. His current actions couldn't be called slacking off.
To be precise, it should be —
Overseeing the headquarters;
Protecting Uruk;
Being a quiet, awesome trump card that would not be used unless it was absolutely necessary.
On the cruel battlefield, a desperate war was playing out.
On the two sides of the war, one side was the destruction of the world, the humans who had been forced to a dead end. On the other side was the alien race, the gods.
Every minute, people died.
At the same time, different kinds of monsters fell.
Before the Uruk soldiers died, they even used their nails, teeth, and limbs to tightly entangle the monsters, providing a small chance for their allies to counterattack.
They thought that the opportunity that they fought for with their lives bit by bit would eventually lead Uruk to victory.
Irin was paying close attention to the movements on the battlefield. His heart was as calm as water, and he retracted his gaze.
His conversation with Yan Feng went back to the beginning.
Irin asked, "Why are you here?"
Yan Feng replied impartially, "Because of my teacher. Ten years ago, he said something to me. He said that today, ten years later, I will leave a crucial mark in history. "
"Here?" Irin muttered.
Yan Feng smiled bitterly. "It's very possible. My teacher, the great sage of the imitated Black Sea. How old he is has become a mystery. It is said that he has a pair of eyes that can 'see the future'. He knew that these things would happen in Wuke Town. In fact, before you came, my teacher arrived in Wuke Town first. "
"What did your teacher say?"
Yan Feng hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "He played chess with me … chess."
Irin was silent.
Yan Feng continued, "But after your reminder, I finally understand. When my teacher said that I will leave a crucial mark in history, it is very likely that he was referring to this Holy Grail War. Circia von Einzbehren came from the Einzbehren family. Their family is different from other magician families. They passed it down from generation to generation. The Einzbehren family is not pursuing the 'origin', but to achieve the ultimate magic 'Heavenly Cup' that can truly bring the Holy Grail to modern times. For this, they are willing to pay any price. "
"They used the Einzbehren technology to create a 'living Holy Grail' that has the qualifications to become a 'vessel'. Once the ritual is successful, the 'living Holy Grail' will obtain the ultimate magic, reach the origin, and become one with the Holy Grail, allowing the real Holy Grail to descend. "
Vessel … living Holy Grail …?
Irin's face became a little more dignified.
He remembered the scene in the subspace where Circia did not shy away from stripping naked in front of him. Although the time was very short, Irin was not an ordinary person. In an instant, he saw through most of the 'magic engravings' on Circia's body.
At this time, combined with Yan Feng's words, Irin finally connected the cause and effect. His tone was a little more surprised. "Circia is the living Holy Grail!"
"I'm afraid so."
"Then it is not difficult to understand." Irin subconsciously picked the dead skin on his forehead, straightened out his thoughts, and fell into deep thought. "If the real purpose of bringing the Holy Grail to modern times is Circia … No, to be precise, it is the real purpose of the Phantom Sea, the Clock Tower, and all the 'magicians' who participated in the setup. I have a rough idea of what Circia wants to do next."
"What does she want to do?" Yan Feng looked at Irin in surprise.
He thought to himself, 'Even I, an orthodox magician, have not figured it out. How can you, a half-baked magician who did not even know the' origin 'of magic, understand it?'
But Yan Feng did not dare to say this in front of Irin.
Irin's eyes were filled with anger, and his smile was slightly ferocious. It always gave Yan Feng the illusion that this person was not easy to get along with.
It was better not to talk nonsense.
Yi Lin shook his head and continued to dig at the dead skin. Anyway, the dead skin could even block bullets, so it didn't matter how much he dug. He didn't hide his speculation and said, "I haven't figured out how to do it. But it is nothing more than Circia wanting to return the current situation to the most essential 'ritual.' "
Yan Feng looked at Irin in surprise.
Irin smiled. "The Holy Grail ritual is essentially seven heroic spirits fighting each other. The magic of the dead heroic spirits will gather in the Holy Grail and finally condense into a huge amount of magic, becoming a wish-granting machine that can grant wishes to a certain extent — the Holy Grail. But she probably did not expect that the theme of this' singularity 'is Kanzaki. There is also a real Holy Grail here. Well, although it may be fake. Heroic spirits will not fight each other. This is not in line with the original ritual rules. "
Yan Feng nodded in agreement.
"So, she used some unknown method to summon seven heroic spirits with the Holy Grail in her body. She redid the ritual. Perhaps it's because of the huge amount of magic power contained in this place that allowed her to succeed in doing so. "
Yan Feng understood and stared. "In other words, in the end, the seven of us will still have to fight the other seven heroic spirits! The one who survives in the end will get the real Holy Grail? " Yan Feng's lips trembled slightly and murmured, "Red and black … the battle of red and black … this is the destiny of the heroic spirits?"
"The battle of red and black? Heh, I like this name. "
Irin looked into the distance again.
"Most of the small fries are dead. It's time for the opponent's' general 'to appear."
…
The magician on the other side greeted Uruk Fang warmly with a thundercloud.
After the greeting, there was no other movement.
It seemed like they were waiting.
Whether it was the red team represented by Uruk or the black team opposite them, they seemed to be waiting.
Waiting for the moment to appear.
Unlike Yi Lin and the other seven "pseudo-heroic spirits" who came from the modern world and did not have any heroic background, if the seven heroic spirits summoned by the other party were really existences from the history, imagination, and faith of the past and the future in the Holy Grail War, then the heroic spirits should have their own style and pride.
Miriam's talent was truly breathtaking.
Speed, strength, reflexes, and all kinds of physical attributes, after being strengthened violently in a short period of time, everyone would have a process of "discomfort".
The higher the attributes, the better.
Only by knowing one's body and ability best could one exert the greatest power.
Of course, the above sentence was relative. There was no absolute.
If an ant suddenly possessed the strength of a human, it would be easy for this ant to kill the ants that had been in the same nest.
In the face of overwhelming power, all theories were just floating clouds.
But Miriam's physical attributes had not increased to such a ridiculous extent.
She adapted to her new attributes and new rules in the shortest time possible.
On the battlefield, Miriam was like a ray of light, shuttling through the monsters. Every move she made, an invisible sharp blade danced. In front of Miriam's gauntlets, the sticky blood gradually revealed the shape and length of the weapon that Miriam had deliberately hidden.
At the same time.
Behind the monster horde.
Circia, wearing a cloak, appeared in a flash.
In front of her, six figures shrouded in black light were sitting, standing, and lying down in different postures.
Among them.
A handsome golden-haired man with a gorgeous broadsword at his waist stood there with a smile on his face.
A tall man wearing dragon-patterned armor had his long hair tied behind his head. He carried a long spear on his back.
A dark-skinned barbarian woman with a scar on her face and a fierce face. Her key parts were wrapped in animal skin and metal pieces. She wore a strange armband on her right arm. She lay on the battlefield in an unrestrained posture, her cold gaze staring into the distance.
A man with an Eastern face, wearing a black ancient robe and a crown on his head. An ancient sword was at his waist. He stood proudly, his eyes filled with arrogance.
A bearded man in a suit looked around empty-handed. He seemed to be very curious about everything around him and wanted to explore the secrets of the world.
Finally, a pretty girl with long pink hair was sitting on the ground. She was staring at an old-fashioned flip phone in her hand. Her fingers were tapping on the keyboard as if she was typing something. On her thigh, there was an ordinary-looking fire axe.
"You should know the reason why you appeared in this era."
Circia said coldly to the six people who did not cooperate at all.
As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves. On the back of her hands, there were a total of 21 different "command incantations". Through these command incantations, she could command these seven powerful heroic spirits from different eras, different space-time, and different countries.
The man with the long spear on his back took a step forward.
He remained silent. The divine light in his eyes, which were like lightning and dew, was concealed.
In an instant, he locked onto the figure of a girl who was swinging her sword and killing monsters in the chaotic battlefield.
"Interesting."
The next second.
Dong!
The ground trembled!
The black spear rank disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
No!
He didn't disappear!
A black stream of light, like lightning, passed through the layers of monsters and broke into the battlefield without any warning!
"Watch out for my spear!"
The person who came was open and aboveboard. He was a hundred meters away, and his voice was rolling.
His speed was as fast as lightning.
His spear was like a waterfall, like a rainbow.
On the battlefield, Miriam was like a hardworking bee, slaying monsters everywhere. Her entire body was covered in the blood of the beasts. Suddenly, her entire body trembled. Before she could understand what was happening, her body moved on its own. She swung her invisible longsword behind her to block the attack.
Profession Skill: "Intuition"!
It was an almost instinctive reaction!
Ding!
Miriam blocked the attack from behind, but her feet couldn't withstand the opponent's strength and collapsed to the ground.
The newcomer, a man with a spear, charged into the battlefield alone.
After the sparks flew, a handsome and resolute face slowly looked up after the collision between the spear and the sword. There was a faint smile on his face.
"Zhao Zilong of Changshan, participate!"
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