The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 177 What! I am not a descendant of Genji?
At this critical moment, Eri, who was not far away, suddenly swung the ancient sword and stabbed it into the black mud.

Her movements were quick and decisive, as if she had already seen the arrival of the "black mud underground attack". The moment the ancient knife pierced into the black mud, all the wriggling dark shadows in front of her suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, as if they were defeated by some irresistible force.

Charlotte's danger was thus averted.

But what almost made Emiya suffer a cardiac arrest was that Eri's body was covered with a large area of horrible black mud!
"Eri!?"

He never expected that Eri would take the initiative to intervene in the battle today, and he never expected that she would be stained by the black mud. His eyes were fixed on Eri, wondering if he had any way to deal with the black mud, but all his methods seemed difficult to deal with.

"I'm fine."

Eri brushed off the black mud like ordinary debris, and then wrote the following sentence in her notebook. It turned out that the black mud had long lost its activity, and the frightening dark aura had long dissipated.

Her eyes were still as clear as water, bright and innocent, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant episode, without any sign of being tainted by the shadow.

"...You almost scared me to death."

Emiya recalled how Eri had performed like a "divine power" today, and he still felt a lingering fear in his heart. If this child was manipulated by the black mud and went berserk, I'm afraid the whole of Tokyo would be in danger of destruction.

He walked forward to check on Charlotte. The girl seemed to be unharmed, but she was shaking violently, obviously frightened by the desperate scene of the shadow just now.

After all, Sister Xiaoxiao is Sister Xiaoxiao. You think she looks brave, but in fact, she is very cowardly inside.

Eri also came over, took out a deformed crepe from her miko's garb, and handed it to Charlotte, who was still in a daze, along with a written note. The words on the note were as gentle and comforting as an older sister:

"I'll give you a piece. It's a little cold, don't mind."

Charlotte took the crepe in a daze, feeling mixed emotions. She had originally looked down on Eri, thinking she was just an innocent girl. However, at this moment, she had to admit that she seemed to have brought humiliation upon herself by being treated with pity - and she had to accept this favor with gratitude.

"Thank you...!" Charlotte whispered, with a hint of unnatural stiffness in her voice.

Emiya ignored the little girl's thoughts. He gently asked the red-haired girl beside him, "Eri, why did you personally participate in the battle today? Can you tell me what you think?"

Eri's originally relaxed posture suddenly shrank, as if she had instantly returned from a joyful social interaction to the cage-like intensive care unit.

She lowered her head, her nervous attitude as if she was being questioned by her family - in the past, whenever she overused her abilities, her brother Gen Chisei or other members of the family would ask her questions of one kind or another in the same serious tone.

"It's okay, relax. I just want to understand Eri's inner thoughts."

Eri secretly raised her eyes and took a look at Emiya's not-so-serious face. She pursed her lips slightly and then wrote a sentence in her notebook:

"…As Emiya-nii said, even if you are born a monster, you can still become a hero."

This was indeed what Emiya said. If other children used his words so casually, they would be considered as being clever, but Eri was not like that. She never played tricks. She listened carefully to every word Emiya said and tried to really implement it and put it into action.

Eri may still be a naive girl who is not familiar with the world, but she has been gradually gaining knowledge and transforming herself in her daily life. She is like a cherry blossom that is about to bloom or a butterfly that is about to break out of its cocoon.

Emiya looked at the words on the notebook and was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that his casual words would be remembered so seriously by Eri, and even become the principle of her actions.

"That's great of Eri."

Emiya reached out and stroked her head, "That's right, keep going down the path you agree with, and one day you will grow into a hero."

"Yeah." The tension on Eri's face disappeared, replaced by a bright smile. She was greatly encouraged. This was the first time in her life that she realized that she was using her ability correctly.

In the past, family members always asked her to use "Judgment" from afar, and they would bow and kneel as if they were paying homage to their ancestors. Afterwards, they would at most say, "You are worthy of our Tsukuyomi." If it was her brother Genshisei, the attitude might be different, but at most it would be "Please, I will play a game with you after I'm done with this."

It seemed that the purpose of her existence was to be a weapon of divine punishment, wielded against the enemy. No one had ever told her that she should think about what other life values were worth pursuing.

...After all, the Snake Eight Clan didn't dare to let Eri think. A weapon that can think is no longer a pure weapon.

At this moment, Charlotte couldn't help but open her mouth and speak - she really couldn't stand the fact that she had become a light bulb in the pink atmosphere between the two people in front of her.

"By the way, it seems we have left that damn place just now?"

"Huh? Really?" Emiya turned his head and looked. The distant Tokyo city was brightly lit again. Under the bright crescent moon, the thick smell of fireworks filled the night sky, and even the stars in the sky could not help but hide. It seems that as long as we defeat the black shadow that caused the distortion of the earth veins, everything will be restored to its original state?
Eri blinked her eyes, and the warm yellow street lights in the distance dispelled the darkness. She subconsciously stretched out her hand quietly, and the cuffs of her white shrine maiden's clothing slid along her wrists and arms. Under the warm light, her jade-white skin was exposed, as well as the tiny black blood threads hidden in the skin layer that spread again.

A barely perceptible gloom flashed across the girl's eyes.

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Genji Heavy Industries Headquarters.

Gen Chisei didn't know that his sister Eri had followed Emiya to the suburbs and experienced an extremely exciting adventure. If he knew the details, he would jump three feet high, his jaw would drop, and he might even rush out with a sword and chop Emiya into three pieces.

...Of course, according to the last option, the more likely consequence is that he himself will be divided into three parts.

At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng was immersed in his own thoughts, feeling a little excited. He was about to embark on a major event in his life - summoning heroic spirits.

Not to mention what conspiracy is hidden behind the magical Holy Grail's wishing function, just being able to summon the ancestor of the Genji clan from thousands of years ago to fight side by side with the current Shadow King and slay demons is enough to become a super gimmick. Boosting people's hearts and morale are all easy things.

It was a matter of great importance, so on this night of summons, all the heads of the eight families of the Snake family were present. The heads of the five outer families sat at the outermost edge, among whom the two elders, Fuma Kotaro and Inuyama Ka, cast obscure glances, hesitating between the head patriarch Tachibana Masamune and Minamoto Chisei.

Tachibana Masamune was sitting at the front of the stands, and sitting next to him was Nono, who was pretending to be "Eri". She was a little bored and wanted to yawn, and complained in her heart: It's just a Heroic Spirit Summoning, it's not like we haven't seen it before, so you guys are making a fuss about it with such a serious look.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in front of the summoning circle, staring at the light of mercury and blood flowing in the circle. His heart was filled with anticipation, but also a hint of uneasiness.

After all, this entire set of rituals was promoted by an unknown person on the Hunter website. If the Heroic Servant had not been proven to be true by Emiya in the battle in Shinjuku, Gen Chisei might not have personally tried this strange ritual with unpredictable consequences.

Feeling uneasy, Minamoto no Chisei first confirmed that the holy relics were complete and in order - including Minamoto no Raikou's three famous swords, the "Star Armor" helmet, and the Tate no Armor.

Then he faced the alchemy array and began to pray silently, as if speaking to the heroic spirit of the Genji clan thousands of years ago and calling out to the long river of history: Ancestor, will you really respond to my call? Please lend me a hand and cut off the endless tragic fate of the demon slayers and evil spirits in this country!
Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand, "Let it be full, let it be full, let it be full..."

As the spell was chanted, the light in the summoning array gradually became brighter, and the lines of mercury and blood seemed to come alive and began to flow slowly. Several pairs of eyes all looked over, as if they didn't want to miss this great moment of witnessing the appearance of a historical legend.

Yuan Zhisheng's heartbeat gradually quickened, his eyes fixed on the center of the summoning circle, and he uttered the last word of the summoning: "...cross the wheel of inhibition, and appear! Guardian of the scales!"

The vast white light, accompanied by a faint golden glow, quickly poured out, and the strong magic power formed waves of white mist that spread outward. A tall figure gradually solidified in the light, as if walking out of the dust of history, carrying the ancient breath of thousands of years ago.

Yuan Zhisheng observed carefully and found that this male hero was obviously dressed as a military officer in the Heian period. He wore a crown with a tassel on his head, a hunting robe, and a long sword hung on the left side of his waist. The scabbard was engraved with ancient patterns...

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it could not be wrong and it must be his ancestor.

At this moment, the man in the summoning circle also spoke. His voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of emotion: "...I have actually come to this era? Well, there is nothing much to say. If you want to kill ghosts, I should be very suitable."

"Of course!" Minamoto Chisei was excited, with a tone of pride that was hard to conceal. When it comes to demon-slaying heroes, his ancestor Minamoto no Raikou is the best in this country, and no one can compare to him.

"Are you my Master?" The man nodded slightly, his eyes swept over Yuan Zhisheng, and then glanced at the people in the stands, "The next procedure should be to announce your real name and establish a contract... Is it okay to let the people in the stands know?"

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, secretly satisfied in his heart: Your real name, ancestor, is already known to everyone in this land...

"Well then," the man nodded, "I am Saber, Watanabe Tsuna. Hereby, the contract is established."

"Varied……!?"

The hand that Minamoto Chisei had extended enthusiastically froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze instantly. He never expected that the person he summoned was not his ancestor Minamoto Raikou, but a person he had never expected.

Watanabe Tsuna didn't quite understand what the master was thinking, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone: "My name is Watanabe Tsuna. It seems that my reputation is not very well known in the future. I am one of Lord Raikou's subordinates. I once used Onikiri to cut off Ibaraki Douji's arm..."

"Wait a minute!" Minamoto Chisei interrupted him, with a hint of urgency in his voice. Of course, he knew Watanabe Tsuna, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Minamoto Raikou, but the problem was:

"I am the current Patriarch of the Yuan Family, Yuan Zhisheng. I have prepared enough holy relics, why can't I summon them——"

Watanabe Tsuna looked at the familiar object in front of him and instantly figured out why the Master reacted like that. A hint of understanding flashed across his eyes, and his tone remained calm and indifferent:

"Well, this is very strange. But as far as I know, Lord Raikou generally does not refuse the call of his descendants, unless you are not a descendant of the Genji clan."

(End of this chapter)