Infinite Dimensional Conquest

A girl with long black hair, ruby-like pupils and an indescribable beautiful face was drinking coffee quietly, looking at the beautiful scenery not far away, and enjoying the faint tranquility.

Although there were quite a few people passing by, none of them dared to look directly at her. The face that was inherent in her that made everything pale was enough for anyone to dare not approach.

Then, there were two bodyguards who were not easy to mess with at first glance and a huge white dog beside her. No one dared to approach them. Only them were left in this cafe.

"Here... is where I met him."

"It's also the place where the blood oath was made."

The young girl, Qingli, with a magical voice sounded in this quiet place. This place was the place where the two met, and it has now been rebuilt.

In these years, Elteluci came to this place more than once, although she didn't know why she came.

"It's decided. Even if I'm an enemy of that stupid sister again this time, my concubine will not shrink back."

A trace of firmness flashed in Eltluci's beautiful eyes, and the horror aura of ancient red was completely radiated, and instantly enveloped the entire Paris.

"Master Ji Jun, according to intelligence, that person may have gone to the Far East. It seems that it will be around a magic game, no, a war between magicians."

"Then go to the far east. This time I don't want to let go, Ching Stulut, I will leave the schedule to you. I hope to arrive as soon as possible."

A complex color gleamed in Eltluci's eyes, and the oath from blood was finally fermented with the passage of time, and most of her mental arithmetic had fallen.

"I understand……"

Fuyuki City, this small city, has completely become a huge whirlpool.

Item 0085

"This time, I must survive to prove that the adult did not mistake my talents."

Webber was carrying a box full of runes, his eyes firm, although the students of the clock tower and the lecturers did not ignore and ridicule as they used to.

But it is true that there is still some contempt in their eyes, after all, the magician's deep-rooted concept of blood is not wrong, even Tianchen did not deny it in the slightest.

"Perhaps that omnipotent wishing device can change my magic aptitude. In that case, I can definitely become a strong one and prove the correctness of my views."

Although the thesis was affirmed, Tianchen's "understanding" also made him a little helpless. This time may be an opportunity for change, an opportunity for the day after tomorrow.

Unlike Webber in the original fate line, this time there was no such thing as being bullied by the teacher and then stealing the holy relic. This time he really participated voluntarily for his own future.

...

Germany, Einzbern family, in front of the altar.

"The holy relics that people were looking for in Cornwall before finally arrived this morning."

An old man with a white beard like a waterfall and sunken eye sockets, with shrewd eyes, said, at this time, obviously, a trace of enthusiasm appeared on his face.

His name is Jubstad Kuhaid von Einzbern, and he has been known as Ahad since he inherited the seat of the eighth patriarch.

Like Jian Tong's dirty inkstone, he has lived a long time by unknown means, more than two centuries, but obviously, these means have some defects, and the breath of life has been very weak.

Just like the dirty inkstone of Ma Tong, he yearns for the Holy Grail, but what he wants to achieve is the third method-the cup of the sky, which is the materialization of the soul. For this purpose, he even made an exception to the magician scum of Eomiya Keishi. Into the family.

"Summon the strongest Saber with this thing, and then defeat all the other Servants. This time, you must achieve the third law."

With crazy obsession in his eyes, Ahad pointed to the black long cabinet on the altar and said.

"A younger generation and outsiders in the clock tower area have already reached the third law, but ah, it is clearly the magic inherited by my clan that I cannot achieve it by myself. It is a shame."

Of course, he didn't dare to say this in public, unless he was tired of life and crooked, even if Tianchen didn't care, the magic sects behind him were fanatics.

"I see, Ahadeon."

Eomiya Kirito lowered his head deeply, but he did have a different idea in his heart, and he had a hunch that this time it might not go as smoothly as expected.

He was very worried about the person in his memory who appeared in the Far East. Recalling some of his words before, he was sweating a little. It seemed that more than ten years ago, that person seemed to have seen everything today.

Weimiya Kiritugu hid this terrible conjecture in the deepest part, something he didn't want to believe.

"The artifact of the Holy Grail is also ready, and the final victory is near, Einzbern's long-cherished wish."

...

"It turned out to be this thing, it's because they were able to find it, the legendary King Arthur."

Weimiya Kirishu's eyes lit up, using this thing would surely summon the strongest sword seat hero.

In the long cabinet is a gorgeous scabbard, with a gold texture, decorated with dazzling blue enamel, and engraved with the long-lost fairy text in the middle. This is a treasure of non-human casting.

If Tianchen were here, I would probably be excited too. This Avalon is definitely second only to him, the god of heaven, the sword of salvation, and the sixth-order top god tool of the holy grail of creation.

Even the gleaming deviance sword is not weaker at all. The world's strongest defensive treasure is an absolute defense that even magic cannot touch.

At the same time, the owner has a high degree of immortality, stops aging, and treats injuries. In addition to no attack power, it is almost a perfect life-saving artifact. Of course, the premise is sufficient magic power.

"It's time to start."