Infinite Dimensional Conquest

The power of time escaped.

The surrounding walls, ground, and some debris are rapidly aging. Within these few breaths, it seems that decades have passed.

If at this time, a hapless guy is within 100 meters of this neighborhood, he can feel that he is getting old.

A figure came out slowly, no, or two figures, and one figure was held by the princess.

"Time travel is still a bit unaccustomed, or travel in another world is more interesting."

"Well, a day and a night have passed."

Tianchen felt the change in the timeline, and it had been a day since he left. At this moment, it was the seventh and final day of the Holy Grail War.

In an instant, fate changed, and the slight change Tianchen caused in that era has now affected this era.

...

In Fuyuki City, somewhere, Altria was in a trance, and there was a memory and the agreement in his mind.

"Take me to see the future country?"

"See you again, Shirou, this time, no one will come to help you."

Suddenly, a crisp female voice came into the ears, and a girl with silver hair and red eyes slowly appeared in front of them, and the battle was about to start.

...

"The red moon has also disappeared, but the atmosphere still hasn't changed much."

Because of Zhu Yue's defeat, she lost the influence of her power, and the Vermillion Moon disappeared. At this moment, this outstanding woman is sleeping in his arms.

If it hadn't, Tian Chen carried a super large light bulb of N Watt with him. Maybe Gentleman Chen had already sent it while it was hot.

Even if Tianchen personally treats such an injury that is close to death, the time it takes is not a day or two, at least in units of months.

However, things like time are the least valuable to longevity species like them.

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"Forget it, it doesn't matter who wins."

Tianchen is no longer interested in blending in with the Holy Grail War. After all, he is far behind him in level, and the heroic spirits who can play a few tricks with him have already left.

As soon as his thoughts moved, the figure disappeared, and the fluctuations in time and space gradually dissipated.

Not long after Tianchen left, a white man with white hair and red eyes appeared quietly. At this moment, his breath was extremely unstable, or rather restless.

His name is Tefam Otten Rocher, one of the oldest dead, known as the'White Wing Lord'.

From a magician to a vampire, the king of the dead, an ambitious guy who has the largest voice in the name of the dead council.

"Alive... are you back?"

Duke Bai Yi's eyes flickered with fear, and he had already felt the breath of the true ancestor, the fear from blood.

All he could think of was that Tianchen, the magician was defeated, and Zhu Yue descended into the world again.

Many people didn't want to see Zhu Yue's arrival, and he was the least of them. Therefore, more than a week ago, after vaguely perceiving Zhu Yue, he rushed to Winterwood City as quickly as possible.

However, in the end he still couldn't stop it, Zhu Yue, came.

The power in that memory made him fear and despair, but he had no choice but to wait for being liquidated.

After all, whether it was what he did at the beginning or chasing Altrucci, it was the kind of endless death, and with his arrogance, it was impossible to kneel down and plead for crime.

The only end, just think about it.

"Yes, I'm back."

"I've been looking for you for a long time, and I finally caught you this time. What a slippery mouse."

An indifferent voice sounded behind him, with a biting killing intent, and he, at this moment, realized that for an instant, Bai Yigong's whole body stiffened.

A layer of cold sweat came out on his forehead. If he had just assassinated, he couldn't hide it at all.

"boom……"

The white wing's eyes condensed, and the magic burst suddenly, without a trace of hiding, the ground instantly collapsed, and the whole person retreated violently.

By the way, he stretched a distance and looked at the enemy in the shadow at the same time. I saw a perfect boy, but when he noticed the woman in the boy's arms.

Bai Yi's pupils shrank, and there was a hint of incredibleness on his face.

The graceful, almost invincible Yue Zhizheng, at this moment, was actually held in his arms by a man, and it was a bit ruinous to say it.

"As you think, Zhu Yue has already fallen into my hands, and in the future, she must be my woman."

"Unexpectedly, you ran out on your own, just to avenge Lucky."