Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

Zellich secretly lamented that magic is indeed magic. It endows the strange concept that matter does not exist in this world. This kind of thing is a miracle that human beings cannot do no matter how much they study atoms and molecules!

Changing the properties of matter is the ability of the fourth magic!

The third magician who holds the fourth magic, Merlin, the great magician in the legend of King Arthur, the founder of the Magic Association and the most famous magician in the world, is fighting Zellich face to face.

It is the power of magic to change the properties of matter without caring about the structure of atoms and molecules, but to give new rules conceptually! She can make ordinary iron have the density of a treasure, can make ordinary matter have the power to block space, and even manipulate the changes in gravity and vectors. This is the 'magic' that ordinary magicians and humans can't fight at all!

Chapter 0298 the spirit of the hero

"Big brother..."

Little Jill's face was covered with dust, and his eye circles were reddish. He was carried on the back by Emiya Shirou, and ran in the almost ruined Fuyuki City. Behind the two, countless ghouls and dead apostles He was chasing them, and in the middle of those ghouls and dead apostles, the white winged man in a large white robe was advancing contentedly.

"What a good seedling, if you turn him into a dead disciple."

Bai Yigong said in a low voice slowly.

Ever since Fuyuki City became a sea of ​​ghouls, Emiya Shiro's sense of justice has grown. Every night, he takes the child-like Gilgamesh to look for ghouls in Fuyuki City. Although he knows that the residents of this city It can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket, and this righteous partner still did not stop his behavior.

There are many ghouls, but only with that level of inhumanity, it is naturally impossible to be the opponent of Emiya Shirou, but how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river? On the night of this day, Emiya Shirou finally met the iron plate—the Lord White Wing among the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles!

For Bai Yigong, a magician of Emiya Shirou's level can be killed with a wave of his hand. The magician in his eyes can perform miracles every time, looking for the hope of winning in a mortal situation, it is just like the eyes of the mind.

Bai Yigong didn't care at first, then he started to pay attention to it, and in the end he was even more pleased with Lie Xin, and planned to turn Emiya Shirou into his direct disciple.

After all, Emiya Shirou was only one person with a burden on his back. After running for a short time, he was tripped by Lord White Wing's "magic of the earth" and fell to the ground.

As one of the few ancestors of the Dead Apostles who cared very much about the territory, White Wing Lord had the most subordinates among the ancestors. When Emiya Shirou fell to the ground, an unknown number of Dead Apostles and ghouls , surrounded him in the middle.

Emiya Shirou, who fell on the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth, and turned his head to look. The extremely strong Bai Yigong was walking towards him step by step. Every step seemed to step on his heart. He is closer to death.

Little Jill was stupefied with fright, he stared blankly at Bai Wing Gong's approaching, looking at a loss.

"Useless Heroic Spirit, get out of here!"

The self-proclaimed 'King of the Dead Apostles', Bai Yigong, has been living a miserable life since the resurrection of the Six Kings. This time, he finally had a chance to vent. It landed on Jill's face and kicked his small body away.

"Wow..."

After several somersaults in a row, little Jill stabilized his body. Bloodstains appeared on his body due to the friction with the ground. He whimpered aloud, looking pitiful.

"Jill!"

Emiya Shirou roared, stood up from the ground, and projected in his hands the double swords that the red archer often used!

"Snapped!"

It’s just that no matter how amazing the projected magic is, it’s impossible to be Bai Yigong’s opponent. This ancestor who believed in his own body more than his own magic, easily grabbed Emiya Shirou’s hand holding the knife, and gently swiped his palm , Shirou Emiya let out a cry of pain, and a bloodstain was cut across his entire chest.

"Damn it!!! Don't bully little Jill!!!"

Wei Gongshirou's face became ferocious, and he continued to wield the two swords, and the usage of this sword appeared inexplicably in his mind, and he continued to attack Bai Yigong with a completely different martial arts skill from before.

"Oh? Interesting..."

Bai Yigong was slightly taken aback, but he was still able to handle it with ease. As the oldest of the three dead disciples, his ability in hand-to-hand combat is so strong that few people in the world can compare with him.

Blocking Emiya Shirou's knife again, this time White Wing Lord ruthlessly broke Emiya Shirou's arm easily. Amidst a terrifying sound of 'click', Emiya Shirou's two arms were completely backward distorted.

"Humph!"

He snorted dissatisfiedly, Bai Yigong didn't care about teaching Emiya Shirou a lesson before turning him into a dead disciple.

"what!!!!"

The pain from the distorted arms made Emiya Shirou howl. He couldn't use his arms at all. He dropped Mo Xie on the ground and disappeared as magic power. Emiya Shirou bit his lip and took a few steps back. Jill's side.

'Circuit, open! '

Now that the nerves and bones of both arms have been severed, use magic power to manifest the nerves and bones. As for the joints of the body, just wrap them with a holy skeletal cloth!

Enduring the heart-piercing pain, Emiya Shirou's teeth seemed to be crushed, he raised his arms hard, and after a while of adaptation, he was finally able to move.

'Damn it! If this is the case, there is no way to protect Jill! ! '

The enemy in front of him was beyond imagination. After only one round of confrontation, Emiya Shirou knew that it was impossible for him to defeat him!

"Little devil! Become my subordinate! It is your great honor to be the dead disciple directly under my White Wing Lord!"

"Who wants to be your follower!!"

With a roar, Emiya Shirou once again faced the ancestor of the dead disciples, and the memory of the red heroic spirit began to appear in his mind!

The double swords reappeared, and this time Emiya Shirou strengthened his body, and with unparalleled skills, he seemed to become that hero, dancing to his heart's content!

If two are not enough, then four, and if four are not enough, then eight!

Countless go-getters Mo Xie danced in the air and in their hands, Emiya Shirou leaned into Bai Yigong's body, and struck at various tricky angles. The jumping flying knives confused people's eyes. Apart from protecting the children behind me, I have no other ideas!

But not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough! ! !

Just this level of strength is simply not enough! !

Is there any more powerful power! ! !

Shouting silently, Emiya Shirou's little magic power drove the flow of air, and Bai Yigong was involved in it.

However, Bai Yigong's subordinates are very calm, because they know that this level of attack is just a play for the oldest three dead disciples. With Bai Yigong's strength, it is completely comparable. The most powerful Heroic Spirit!

‘The only thing you have to defeat is yourself, and all you can do is make swords! '

The words of the red archer appeared in his mind, Emiya Shirou seemed to see the desolate sword hill and the endless sword stuck on the ground!

That sword mound may be Emiya Shirou's mind world!

So, what is the spell to open that sword mound?

There was severe pain in the brain, and there seemed to be another person's memory in his mind. In a short moment, Emiya Shirou seemed to have seen another life of himself after several centuries.

And in it, he finally found what he wanted.

It is without any mystery, but it is its own miracle language.

"I.am.the.Bone.of.my.sword!"

Shirou Emiya muttered softly.

"kindness?"