The world is restarting

Chapter 110 Holy Grail War

In the so-called Holy Grail War, the core system surrounding the "war" is the summoning of heroic spirits.

The moss-covered stone walls sandwiched a narrow corridor, and the wall lamps on the wall flickered with green lights. Because she was in the underworld, even the color of the flame she was most familiar with became strange and strange.

Sawada Ya carried the lantern and walked down step by step. The building she was in was still trembling, and the enemy's attack came swiftly and fiercely.

It should be a very dangerous moment, but for some reason, the further down she went, the closer she got to the summoning place that she had prepared long ago, the more peaceful and peaceful she felt.

It seems that it started from the appearance of this imprint.

She looked down at the back of her right hand. Under the glove that Conan let her wear all the time, the red curse pattern was like a flamboyant flame. To be honest, it actually looked a bit like the symbol of the Red Clan given by her elder brother.

It even gave her a somewhat similar feeling, the feeling of being guarded by some powerful force.

"Wouldn't it be to summon the eldest brother?"

Little Loli muttered, and finally reached the end of the steps.

The dark green wall lamp illuminates the empty basement, and the crimson summoning formation lay quietly on the ground, and the complex formation pattern exudes a mysterious and strange atmosphere under the dim light.

Ze Tianya stood in front of the formation, lowering her eyes slightly.

So far, Conan has tried his best to help her delay the situation until now, and whether there is a future is blocked in the present.

According to the information found in the church, it is pointed out that summoning heroic spirits requires holy relics. Of course, they do not have this condition in the game world. Directly summoning will only produce the heroic spirits who theoretically have the best compatibility with the master, but the so-called best compatibility, who knows that? What is the standard?

Although it is very impolite to say it, the power of heroic spirits is also strong and weak.At this time, if some "weak musicians", "third-rate servants who can only write books", and "writers who can't fight at all" are summoned, wouldn't it be all over?

What's more, it's still in the UK, so it's super easy to think of some weird uncles such as Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare... Forget it, it's too scary, so don't think about it.

"It's time to draw a card based on your face." Little Loli took a deep breath and stretched out her hand, "I think I'm still very fair, come on!"

"Declaration!"

……

At the same time, the earth trembled above the ground.

Outside the catastrophic Whitechapel, a monster siege was vividly staged.

Black ominous flames were burning around the church, and the charred corpses stretched out their claws like dead wood to crawl out of the sea of ​​flames. The roars of monsters and the beeping sound of burning flames were intertwined, like Moved a sea of ​​fire and hell to reality.

The toy soldiers summoned by Alice are fighting fiercely with the monsters crawling out of the sea of ​​flames, but the soldiers who can be resurrected infinitely are at a disadvantage, because the monsters on the opposite side can also crawl out of the sea of ​​flames again after being crushed... Yes, The rare attribute of immortality seems to be really bad.

On the other side, the Jawbreaker summoned by Alice is also fighting the enemy Heroic Spirit—or being beaten on one side. The giant beast as tall as a building is like a weak and helpless little animal under the hands of the Heroic Spirit, and it is almost useless to fight back. force.

It's true that both the monster and the heroic spirit are as strong as a ghost crawling out of the abyss.

The only good news is that there is still Alice's barrier separating them from the group of visitors from the abyss.

The news is that Alice's enchantment is about to fail.

"Is this really something that can be played? What's the matter with this game? Is the horror element too much? Before entering the game, there should be a sign warning that you are not allowed to enter?!"

I don't know if Jiang Shouhuang, the little expert who complained, went to the opposite side, and the soul of complaining in Tsunayoshi Sawada's soul reawakened and took on the important task.

"Why, this boundary is really a little... No, this is not the point." Conan covered his forehead with a headache, "Brother Gangji, you can see clearly, those guys who look like zombies outside are actually with the heroic spirit outside What appeared, if I'm not mistaken, should be her inherent enchantment, Alice?"

The little girl-like Heroic Spirit's face was a little too pale, and while trying to support herself, she nodded at Conan with all her spare energy.

"It should be related to the legend of her life or the great deeds she did... No, no matter how you look at it, it is not a great deed but a bad deed. It is the realization of her career during her lifetime. It is too late to discuss her origin. In short, as long as It’s enough to know that if you knock her down, the zombies outside will also retreat together.”

"That's what I said, but the guy outside doesn't look that easy to defeat. I think she is more powerful than the Phantom of the Opera and Jack the Ripper combined! And the weapon in her hand is a scepter, she was alive Could it be the monarch or queen of some country?!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi scratched his hair wanting to cry without tears, looking through the glass window at the slim figure standing in the middle of the flame outside the church.

She wears a crown on her head, holds a scepter in her hand, and her scarlet cloak flutters in the flames. With just a vague silhouette, she looks dignified and majestic. In terms of momentum alone, she is not at the same level as the Phantom of the Opera.

Probably the difference between the bottom boss and the elite monsters.

"It's troublesome..." Conan also noticed the scepter and crown of the heroic spirit outside the door, and Conan's expression was also ugly, "...she is from England."

"what?"

"I mean, that heroic spirit is likely to be a certain queen of England."

The existence of heroic spirits has a regional bonus effect.It's as if Jack the Ripper in his birthplace can be reborn indefinitely, unless he voluntarily becomes an almost immortal existence.There is no doubt that the heroic spirits of this country will receive a considerable degree of support on the land of their own country, not to mention the queen outside who once ruled the entire country.

"The luck on the other side is a bit too good." Conan smiled wryly, this strength is already equivalent to the level of SSR in the game.

He took a deep breath... No, even so, it was far from the time to give up hope.

"Brother Tsuna, I'm sorry, it's almost a miracle that Alice can survive until now, and I still have to ask you next."

"Ah, I know." Sawada Tsunakichi was stunned, and stood up from the ground.It seemed that he found that the dark-haired boy's face was much paler than before. He was a little helpless and tried to calm down, making himself look extremely reliable, "It's okay, Conan, I will protect you."

Edogawa Conan glanced over, the brown-haired boy was taking out his gloves from his pocket and putting them on again, maintaining a guarded posture, his eyes looking out of the window became firm again.

He probably didn't realize that his own face was paler than his.

Under the dim light, the clear eyes of the young man with tightly pursed lips were covered by broken hair, and the lines of his side face were extremely soft, as if he had nothing to do with blood and fire, darkness and battle.

With the identity of the heir to the largest Italian mafia family, at first glance he still looks like an ordinary child who grew up in an ordinary and gentle family.

It's still the same as when I was a child, this guy.

When he was clearly in a crisis, Conan suddenly felt some untimely emotions.

When he's alone, maybe even the neighbor's harmless puppies can scare him to tears.But when there are other people around, it is not to protect him but when someone needs his protection, even under the pressure of a mountain, he can bravely stand up and stand in front of others.

The timid and crying brother I met when I was young has grown up, but it seems that the inside has not changed at all.

"Tsunayoshi, Conan..." Alice, who had been struggling to maintain the barrier, finally whispered, "Sorry, I can't hold it anymore."

"I see."

The orange-red flame lit up, spreading a bright and indifferent light gold at the bottom of the eyes. Tsunayoshi Sawada stared forward calmly, "Leave it to me."

It was as if some glass vessel shattered in the air, and outside the church, the gigantic Dynamite let out a painful dying cry.The huge body of the giant beast was almost completely dismembered, and the huge head was smashed by the heroic spirit like a meteor hammer.

The high top of the church collapsed in response, bricks and stones splashed and fell like a torrential rain, and dim street lights shone in from outside the church.The tall and heavy gate was kicked into pieces, and the splashed sawdust was rolled into charcoal by the flames before it hit the ground.

The slender and tall figure, surrounded by ominous flames, stepped into the door with death-like malice and murderous aura.

"Stop struggling, heretics. Come back to the banner of the Lord, and the Lord will forgive you, even if you are only ants who deserve to be burned to ashes in hell."

"...Catholic? Mary I?"

As soon as the words fell, a ray of lightning seemed to light up in Conan's mind, piercing through the fog.

But at present, this flash of inspiration cannot be converted into income immediately. The moment Heroic Spirit stepped into the door, Sawada Tsunayoshi next to him rushed up with orange-red flames and sharp eyes.

……

In the main monitoring room, everyone watching this scene was in fear.

The pressure of the heroic spirit who is obsessed with the scepter is not of the same order of magnitude as the Phantom of the Opera. If the Phantom of the Opera is "the main character of a young man opens and hangs up, and the BGM plays, there is hope of victory", then this heroic spirit brings it. There is only despair.

Even the programmer who became a fan of Tsunayoshi Sawada before, claiming that he resigned as soon as the game was over and brought his resume (and hacking skills) to Pengelie to apply for a job, couldn't help but panic at this time.

"Can Zetian-kun win?" In the tense atmosphere, someone murmured what was in his heart.

"Can't win."

"!"

Everyone was breathless and looked back in shock, "Mr. Reborn?"

"What I'm saying is the truth. Although I'm quite satisfied with the progress of Stupid Gang's current strength, I haven't reached the point where I have blind confidence in my students."

The black-haired killer's dark eyes were fixed on the screen. No matter what situation he encountered before, he always had an expression of ease. This was the first time that everyone could see a trace of sternness from his face.

"And his recent battles have been too intensive, and his physical strength is too high. Even if he turns on the death mode, he can't last long."

As if to provide the most tangible evidence for his words, the heroic spirit's attack on the screen brought up a huge wave of flames, covering even the skylight.

The pitch-black waves surged in like a roaring tsunami, the young man's slender figure was completely submerged, rolled up and thrown into the air, and then fell down like a bird with broken wings.

The smashed bricks and rocks collapsed, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, and the orange-red light became weaker and weaker, like a spark that would not be extinguished in the embers, and it seemed that it would be dimmed forever when the wind blows.

……

Have you reached... the limit?

Sawada Tsunayoshi took a sharp breath, and tried to move his fingers, trying to stand up again.But as soon as the fingertips moved, the soreness and scalding flooded out from all his limbs, submerging every pain nerve in him. At that moment, he felt as if he had been run over by a steamroller and sent into the hospital on the spot. Like a crematorium.

... No, the crematorium is still too miserable, how about saving me?

The boy smiled helplessly, thinking with joy in his bitterness, while trying hard again to stand up.

The battle situation is so bad that he is almost powerless to fight back. Is this a high-level heroic spirit?Sure enough, even if he wins the Phantom of the Opera, it is far from being complacent.

Because of their fight, half of the White Church had collapsed, and half of Tsunayoshi Sawada's body was buried in the rubble, feeling that the terrifyingly strong existence was still slowly approaching.

The air was full of the stench of corpses and the smoke of the sea of ​​fire, and the sea of ​​fire that flooded with the movement of the heroic spirit had spread into the church.

By the way, did Conan and Alice hide well?

Sawada Tsunayoshi swept away the gravel from his body, supported the ground with one hand, stood up unsteadily, put one knee on the ground, and took a deep breath.

And Mi Jiang, she should be safe under the church...

I don't know if it's the tacit connection between the brothers and sisters, or the invisible connection between the dark and the dark.

When he just thought of this, he seemed to really hear his sister's voice coming from a distance and illusory.

【Your body listens to my command, my destiny rests on your sword...】

The black heroic spirit was getting closer and closer, and the heat wave from the sea of ​​fire almost melted the gravel under his feet.

[If you follow the destination of the Holy Grail, follow this intention, and follow this principle, please respond! 】

Sawada Tsunayoshi supported the stone pillar beside him with one hand, the back of his thin hand was almost bruised, and he could feel the indifferent eyes of the heroic spirit falling from the top of his head.

[I swear here!I am the one who accomplishes all the good in the world, and I am the one who performs all the evil in the world! 】

"Stubborn ants, go back to hell and pray for the mercy of our Lord in the abyss."

She raised her scepter high.

[The seven heavens entwining your three spirits, come from the wheel of restraint—the guardian of the scale! 】

The pitch-black flames converged into a long, revolving cone, falling like a meteor, casting a shadow that covered the sky and the sun in the eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi, and the breath of death came quietly together with the attack.

finished?

... At this moment, the space shook violently.

The vortex-like magical power swept into a torrent, so dense that it condensed into a white beam of light that pierced the sky, the atmosphere roared and rolled, and the spiritual veins turbulently oscillated.

Something descended, in the very center of the torrent.

The oppressive feeling so strong that it swept away made the black Heroic Spirit abruptly stop what he was doing, and subconsciously looked back.

At the moment when the unknown existence descended, layers of cheers of joy sounded in the ears of all intelligent beings.

The veins of Britain are rejoicing, and the ground beneath them is joyfully surrendering.

The ghosts of the dead hovering between life and death knelt down on the ground and bowed their heads to the light.

For the first time, the sky and the earth seem to have a consciousness beyond the concept, paying tribute to the returning king.

"……king."

"……king."

"……king."

The mountains, the trees, the waters, all the creatures of Britain, those small and joyful calls like lively streams, finally converged to form a torrent of sound.

"Welcome back...our Eternal King!"