My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Dio! Ultraman Tiga!"

Kirei Kotomine looked at the now-vanished Raikou and his voice was filled with sadness. He never expected that his dearest friend would die at this moment.

"I will uphold his will and defeat you!"

At this moment, Kirei Kotomine's tone was extremely firm, and if someone who didn't know him saw it, they might mistake him for a protagonist.

Kirei Kotomine suddenly swung his right hand towards the sky, and a beam of light pierced the heavens and struck the earth. A classic popcorn movie with amazing special effects was playing out on the screen at that moment.

Meanwhile, Xia Qing, who had caused all of this, silently savored the food from different worlds on the table. The flavors of these foods were either exquisite or pioneering new directions.

It must be said that as a crossroads of the world and a hub of intelligence, the food that has the potential to stand out must have something special about it.

At this moment, the plot on the screen can only vaguely reveal traces of that world, and many of the plot events are things that have never happened before.

As Xia Qing watched the drama unfold, treating it like a blockbuster she had never seen before, the epic battle on the screen finally came to an end.

Having inherited the power of light from his close friend, Kirei Kotomine is currently in a state of mutual injury with Abigail, but Kirei still has the confidence to win.

That was his last trump card. He was about to use it, but he failed to do so because of Ramses II's self-sacrifice.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Just as the two were both severely injured, applause suddenly rang out, and Kirei Kotomine and Abigail both turned their gazes toward the direction from which the sound came.

Who on earth was so blind as to interrupt this crucial duel at this moment? And the figure clapping at this moment was completely unexpected for the two of them.

"Diavolo... what are you doing?"

Seeing Diablo suddenly start clapping, Abigail felt a little uneasy. Diablo looked up at the sky, spread his arms, and said, "What am I doing?"

I am... swearing allegiance!

The Great Old Ones? False gods? They are but grains of sand in the Ganges and millet in the ocean before the greatness of that one. And now, the one to whom I have sworn allegiance has finally descended upon this world.

Praise him, the sacred Black Sage who connects all things in the universe!

Chapter 486: Middle Eastern Warlord Matou Sakura

Heaven and earth were overturned, and all things changed color.

Accompanied by spectacular special effects, Black Sherman descends upon this world.

“This Seele… has a completely different aura.”

Looking at the black Hebronya on the screen, Seele muttered to herself unconsciously, while Seele herself was somewhat surprised at this moment.

Could it be... that I am the mastermind behind it all?

"I am Honkai!"

On the screen, Black Hero slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, heaven fell and hell fell.

The countless phantom stars were all stained red, and at this moment only those phantoms connecting heaven and earth were still barely resisting the Black Knight's encroachment.

"Hey, you're even imitating my lines!"

Upon hearing these lines, Sirin spoke from a seat near St. Freya and her group, though Seele's attention was not on her at the moment.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; it's time to reap the harvest."

After saying these words, Seele on the screen smiled with joy, and Abigail's tone became somewhat unfriendly in response:

"I never expected that this body would be the vessel of the infamous Black Hero, but... who will be the one to pounce is still uncertain."

What are you waiting for! Do you intend to defy that person's will?

Abigail's words made Blackie frown, and at that moment a voice that sounded very old rang out: "Coming, coming, don't be in such a hurry."

"That's... the head of the Matou family?"

As Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned and muttered to himself in the movie screening of Zouken Matou on the screen, Rin Tohsaka, who had been silent all along, subconsciously turned around and looked behind her.

Was that... my father from the past who was still alive?

After a moment of silence, Rin Tohsaka thought to herself, forcibly suppressing the excitement in her heart, and turned her gaze back to the screen.

"Next, let me show you the magic of the Matou family."

Zouken Matou spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice, and as he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and a coffin slowly appeared before him.

"Matou family magic... Hmm, it's a type I've never heard of before. After all, that family's magic has become history because of those reincarnators."

Rin Tohsaka, facing Zouken Matou preparing to use magic, showed a curious expression, as if her own world had been transmigrated quite a few times.

In his own world, the Matou family's magic crest was destroyed by a reincarnation squad long before he was born.

It is said that what happened back then is now being circulated among ordinary people in their own world as the largest gas explosion in Japanese history. As for Zouken Matou, he didn't even leave behind any ashes.

"This is?"

Looking at the coffin on the screen, Tokiomi Tohsaka inexplicably had a bad feeling. What was going on with this coffin? In his memory, the Matou family's magic wasn't like this.

"The magic of the Matou family... I think that family is one of the native families of Fuyuki."

But the form of the magic is actually related to coffins… Could the Matou family practice necromancy?

Kenneth, who was looking at the coffin on the screen and thinking about how to best explain it, perked up.

"Inside this coffin lies none other than Matou Sakura, the current heir of the Matou family, who has already reached the pinnacle of my Matou magic!"

Zouken Matou said this at this moment, and Tokiomi Tohsaka was stunned when he heard this.

and many more.

Could it be that Sakura is inside the coffin?

If this is true, Tokiomi Tohsaka has already begun to consider whether or not to send Sakura to the Matou family.

Besides this family, there are other magic families that require talented heirs.

Suddenly, the coffin on the screen exploded, and a girl with purple hair appeared inside.

"You're my target this time, right?"

Looking at the Black Knight not far away, Matou Sakura, who emerged from the coffin, said this.

What's with this outfit?

Rin Tohsaka was stunned as he looked at the screen. At that moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka, Kiritsugu Emiya, and many other magicians from the Type-Moon world shared a similar mentality.

On the screen, Matou Sakura, wearing a bulletproof vest and with two ammunition belts around her body, is holding two submachine guns in her left and right hands, already aimed at Black Hero.

With a total of six grenades strapped to her waist on the left and right sides, and four guns of different uses slung across her back, Matou Sakura looked exactly like a Middle Eastern bandit.

"Black Sherman, times have changed!"

After quickly saying a few words, he began to pull the trigger on his already aimed dual pistols, the modified submachine guns firing bullets like Gatling guns.

After emptying an entire magazine, Matou Sakura skillfully emptied her dual pistols, unfastened two grenades, and threw them towards Black Hero. Watching the explosion in front of her, Matou Sakura turned around gracefully.

"I bloom amidst the carnage, like a flower at dawn."

After leaving behind a single sentence, Matou Sakura turned and left, leaving the theater in complete silence.

"Is this the Matou family's magic? I love it!"

Looking at Matou Sakura, who resembled a Middle Eastern bandit, the reincarnators near Tohsaka Rin twitched their lips in a frenzy.

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka hurriedly shook his head: "This is outrageous!"

"If Sakura is sent to the Matou family and then raised to look like this, the Tohsaka bloodline will lose all face."

Meanwhile, the Second Prince, who had already participated in the Holy Grail War, stared blankly at the scene on the screen:

"So that's the style of the magician from the Matou family who was wiped out. It seems he got along very well with that magician assassin."

Rin Tohsaka stared in astonishment at Sakura Matou, who was completely different from the well-behaved younger sister she remembered: "Does the Matou family's magic require sending the heir to the Middle East for training?"

This Middle Eastern warlord-like aura... how did Sakura become like that?

At that moment, Matou Shinji, the last surviving member of the Matou family, silently gave a thumbs-up to the screen: "As expected of you, Sakura."

Your demeanor is just like that of a Middle Eastern bandit—no, I should say a Middle Eastern warlord. Is Syria, which was recently occupied by who-knows-who, your backyard?

Kiritsugu Emiya gave him an approving look. "That's right, this is how a warrior should be."

Blindly and rigidly using magic will only limit your own abilities. The era of firearms has arrived, and firepower suppression can be surprisingly effective in some situations.

It's unclear who created the Matou Magic. Hmm, being able to turn the system into a family tradition means they must have a considerable number of weapons. Is the Matou family secretly supporting some warlord in the Middle East?

After all, you can't do something like this without some real skill.

Chapter 487: Emiya Kiritsugu: I'm trembling with anger and cold. Will I ever be alright in this parallel world?

At this moment, Matou Sakura, who was regarded as a Middle Eastern warlord and the ruler of Syria, believed that Black Hero could not possibly survive her attack.

"Cough, is that all there is to it?"

As the smoke cleared, Black Hero's somewhat disheveled voice rang out.

"How could that be? According to the information I received, you are just an ordinary magician from Italy."

How could you possibly survive that attack? Even a Grand Mage wouldn't have the physical ability to continue moving after such a blow!

Looking at the incredulous Matou Sakura, Kuroki asked, "What's going on?" Kuroki calmly replied, in response to Sakura's disbelief:

“Your methods are indeed interesting. They would be a sure kill against a regular magician, but... I am not the magician Diablo that you think I am.”

Upon hearing Black Hei Xia's words, a purple glint flashed in Sakura's eyes, as if she had discovered something. Her brows furrowed, and her tone became somewhat displeased:

"So that's how it is. The one controlling this body now isn't the body's original soul. Besides magic, there's another kind of energy that was forcibly inserted into the body, an unknown energy."

Although my attack distorted the magic circuits within you, it had no effect whatsoever on that unknown energy whose origins were completely incomprehensible.

Your defensive maneuver just now wasn't magic; it was based on that kind of energy. That's probably the main reason you're still alive.

"Hmph, I didn't expect those guys in the intelligence group to be such useless fools."

Upon hearing Matou Sakura's words, Emiya Kiritsugu perked up in the real world. Why did this effect sound so much like his Origin Bullet?

"The Matou family's magic is really interesting. If I have the chance, I might ask where the Matou family's magic crests ended up?"

As he looked at the screen, Kiritsugu Emiya said this. In fact, he really wanted to talk to the person who created the weapon used by the purple-haired girl on the screen about how that weapon was created.