noveltune Chapter 601 Emiya Kiritsugu's Jar
Chapter 601 Emiya Kiritsugu's Jar
Chapter 601 Emiya Kiritsugu's Jar
Accompanied by Artoria's painting.
A unique mark gradually appeared on the slate.
That is an eye.
Equipped with a floating pattern, it doesn't seem to be a magic circle pattern, but just some kind of mark.
Emiya Kiritsugu kept searching in his memory, intending to find a mark that matched this figure, there were quite a few similar ones, but he couldn't find a mark that was exactly the same.
That is, at the moment when the last stroke fell.
hum-
The air shook violently.
Emiya Kiritsugu's expression changed suddenly.
This feeling is countless times stronger than when the heroic spirit was summoned just now. There is obviously no oppressive feeling, but even the breathing stops involuntarily. It is stagnant and not flowing, as if there is another world, an extremely shocking, extremely frightening world slowly opening up in front of my eyes.
So that my mind went blank.
It seems that there is only one voice that is constantly shouting.
He looked over!
He looked over!
Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know who He was, and didn't know why he was frightened, but his emotions seemed to be violently interfered with, and he couldn't even get up the thought of rebellion. The feeling of sluggish bearing.
"series--"
A consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind, and it rippled like a vast bell, clearing away all fear and chaos, leaving only countless jars floating in the consciousness.
He suddenly understood.
This is the series that lets him choose the boon.
The time to think is only one second.
"Weapons! I want powerful weapons!"
Emiya Kiritsugu yelled loudly, he sat slumped on the ground, lowered his gaze, trembling slightly all over, it was not because of fear, but because of ambition and expectation.
He didn't know who was behind the pattern.
But—he already felt extremely deeply, it was absolutely extraordinary!
This is opportunity.
Even if the rest of the Masters have this chance, it's still his chance.
Because he has no bottom line, he can abandon everything for his purpose, he will fight cautiously, he knows very well how to deal with those arrogant magicians, and he can make the most of all opportunities by any means!
So what he shouted out was a weapon.
Instead of wanting power.
He sees power only as a tool, a weapon he can use more than his own power.
The unknown line of sight was constantly fading, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart sank, he thought it was because he hadn't been able to get the gift, but he saw the disappearance of those wealth from the corner of his sight, he became a little happy, as expected, Items appear on the pattern one after another, even more and more, that is hundreds of jars?
Everything is at peace.
The pattern became very light, so light that only shallow traces were left, and the air flow resumed, Emiya Kiritsugu gasped, looking excitedly but blankly at the pile of jars in front of him, his clothes had been completely drained by sweat .
"Kiritsugu."
Alice Feier quickly helped her husband up, and this beautiful wife had concern and worry in her eyes.
"I'm fine." Emiya Kiritsugu reassured, shifted his gaze to the silent Artoria, swallowed, "What is that?"
Although it is calm now, the feeling when the unspeakable consciousness appeared just now seems to have been deeply embedded in the soul.
I can't forget it in my life.
Emiya Kiritsugu was undoubtedly a man of firm will.
The reputation of the magician killer is obtained through countless battles. He is not afraid of death. He is calm and calm at all times. He can abandon everything in order to achieve the justice he firmly believes in. He only wants to become a machine without the slightest hesitation. will be very understanding and trustworthy.
But just now.
The will he trusted, even lived on, was like cracked ceramic.
Facing the question of her Master, Artoria was silent for a while.
Shaking his head, he said:
"I don't know, I can't describe this feeling, because all the magic and legends I have encountered in the past seem to be incomparable."
Even the inhibition is the same.
In fact, Artoria still has nothing to say, she can feel that the will stays on her body for a long time, it is not oppressive or harsh, until the end it seems that it is a pity that she is not ready to exchange for gifts.
This is by no means an illusion.
Arturia couldn't help but think about what she could get if she also prepared the items.
She looked at the jars in front of her.
Seeing that he couldn't get any more useful information from Artoria, Emiya Kiritsugu also looked at the "gift" he had exchanged for gold, silver, treasures, antiques, and money.
Two hundred smaller jars, and eighteen larger jars.
It looks ordinary on the outside.
"That's a lot." Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Now, at least one thing is certain, this Holy Grail War is really going to be different, and there are still seven reasons for that kind of interference. Is that the kind of warrior sent by existence?"
These are unforeseen, unpredictable changes.
no doubt.
War will become more complicated.
I can only hope that these "gifts" in front of me will not be too bad.
Emiya Kiritsugu walked over, stretched out his hand, and opened the first jar.
Inside is a dagger.
It's very sharp and doesn't look anything special.
He stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, feeling a little disappointed.
He did want a weapon, but not this kind of thing.
Sighed in my heart.
He opened the second jar again, and this time, a ball of light entered his mind directly.
"Kiritsugu?" Alice Viel seemed taken aback.
"It's okay." Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes brightened, "I seem to understand what's inside these jars."
Saying this, he immediately opened the third one, which contained several bat-shaped darts, then the fourth one, and the fifth one
There are a variety of weapons in the weapon series, light clusters that enhance physical fitness, and light clusters that increase weapon experience
Level [-] jars, not too many powerful items.
However, two hundred cans are enough to turn an ordinary person into a strong man with all kinds of weapons.
Irisviel watched her husband wielding an ancient oriental sword with a dull expression.
He even threw out a few darts during the sword dance, nailing them neatly to the wall.
Then the belt around the waist exuded a faint light, and the figure flickered, and several phantoms appeared. It seemed that they were going to the left, but they came to the right.
The belt displayed at the end is the only grand prize out of these first-level pots.
(End of this chapter)