Zongman: The post-2D era

"However, Zouken Matou was also present at the time, and he might have done something to Sakura Matou when he escaped."

Altria's thoughts drifted away, and a dark picture seemed to appear before her eyes: Sakura Matou was curled up in the corner of a dark and damp dungeon, her body covered with scars, her clothes in disarray, and her eyes were full of despair and fear.

"How could such a villain exist in the world?"

The distorted and hideous face of Matou Zouken came closer to her, holding a magic tool that was flashing with strange light in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sakura's tears slid down silently, dripping onto the cold ground and were instantly swallowed up by the endless darkness. Her cries for help were blocked by the thick stone walls, leaving only the echo of despair.

"I will definitely seek justice for Matou Sakura in the name of the Knight King."

As soon as Altria finished her words, she flew out of the bedroom, determined to search every corner of the Matou house for traces of evil left by Matou Zouken.

In the bedroom, Feng Feng's eyes became deep. He slowly raised his hand and his fingertips gently rested on the cold and hard hilt of the Mountain Sword.

The sword trembled slightly, as if responding to the waves in his heart, and the cold sword light drew a dazzling track in the dim room.

There was a determination gleam in his eyes as he looked at Sakura Matou who was staring at him blankly on the bed.

"Matou Zou Shuo, come out and die!"

Matou Sakura's lips opened slightly, but it was not her own voice that came out, but Matou Zoushuo's shrill and mocking laughter that echoed in the empty bedroom, like ice piercing into the bone marrow.

"Hahaha, Fengfeng, ah Fengfeng, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Sword of the Mountain and the Chain of the Sky? You are just a poor creature at the mercy of fate."

The voice of Matou Zoushu came out through Matou Sakura's throat, carrying an indescribable sense of eeriness and pride.

"I have confirmed that you can only fight with the Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm that you have taken away."

His voice seemed to have a physical body, twisting and swirling around the room, tinging every inch of the air with a malicious hue.

Feng Feng's face suddenly changed, and the hand holding the Mountain Sword unconsciously increased its strength, and veins bulged.

However, in the face of Matou Zou Shuo's provocation, the anger in his eyes was replaced by a deeper calmness.

He stared into Matou Sakura's soulless eyes. There seemed to be an abyss hidden there, mocking his powerlessness.

"You think I can't change Matou Sakura's fate of becoming your "toy"."

Matou Sakura's pupils suddenly became deep, like two black holes, and the old figure of Matou Zoushuo in a black robe appeared strangely in them. His old eyes flashed with deep fear of Feng Feng, but a smug grin appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Feng Feng, do you know how the pure Ying trembled and begged under me? Her tears and screams were so beautiful that they intoxicated me..."

As Zou Shuo Matou spoke, tears seemed to gleam in the corners of Sakura Matou's eyes, but those were not real tears, but a nightmare that Zou Shuo Matou wove with words.

Feng Feng only felt an indescribable anger churning in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest and burn everything to ashes.

“I can’t stand it any longer! I don’t need to endure it anymore!” Feng Feng was about to chop down the mountain with his sword.

"God, please stop. Grandfather wants you to fight fate, let the restraining force kill you, and win the Holy Grail War."

Sakura Matou's voice was gentle, her face was filled with tears and her red lips were opening and closing.

"Bitch, how dare you..."

From Sakura Matou's lips, the curse from Sakura Matou was as sharp and piercing as a poisonous snake's tongue, forming a sharp contrast with Sakura's soft voice, which was chilling.

Feng Feng's eyes were tightly locked, with rage burning in them. He could no longer tolerate such insults and provocations.

The Mountain Sword hummed in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it also longed for blood.

Just when he made up his mind to make the move, Altria's figure passed by in the corridor outside the bedroom like the wind, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes as sharp as an eagle, shooting straight at the closed door.

Sensing the fluctuations in the house, she pushed open the door without hesitation. Her golden armor glowed in the dimness, like a god of war descending to the earth.

The moment Altria pushed open the door, the scene before her made her heart sink.

In the bedroom, under the dim light, Feng Feng's Mountain Sword was like a silver lightning, piercing through Matou Sakura's slender body.

The tip of the sword was pointing at those eyes that were once full of despair and fear, but now empty.

Sakura Matou's body was shaking, blood was flowing down the blade like a trickle, staining her clothes red, a sad and shrill scream escaped from her lips, the sound was like a torn wind, carrying endless sorrow and despair, echoing in the empty bedroom.

Feng Feng's face was tense, sweat dripped down his forehead, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, determination and pain.

"This is the Type-Moon world's number one killing sword, similar to the four Zhuxian swords of the prehistoric times, and it can barely perform the Kill Me Ming Dao Jue."

Feng Feng's voice was low and firm, as if every word contained a tremendous amount of power.

He slowly drew out the Sword of Mountain, and the blood bead on the tip of the sword flickered with an eerie light in the dimness.

With the sword on his back, he lowered his head and gently rested his forehead against Sakura Matou's tear-stained forehead. At this moment, their breathing seemed to blend together.

His lips moved slightly, and he began to chant an ancient spell: "The me of the past is not me, cut me down to the path of enlightenment, transform into an immortal and be reborn."

As the spell sounded, an invisible storm seemed to blow up in the room, and the air shook.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Matou Sakura's hollow eyes. Was it hope? Or a new life? Her body stopped trembling, and her blood seemed to solidify at this moment.

"Be careful, it's inhibition!"

As soon as Altria's warning sounded, countless treasures in the sky destroyed the roof and attacked Feng Feng.

Chapter 840 Sword Spirit Matou Sakura

Sunday, October 23

In the Type-Moon world, a large charred hole was left at the location of the Matou residence in Fuyuki City. "

Red A stood at the edge of the cave and shook his head: "That god from another world escaped. However, the real Shirou Emiya has obtained the qualification to ride that train!"

Inside the compartment of the dimensional train, Altria asked Feng Feng softly, "Why did Matou Sakura become like this?"

Sitting on the cloth seat on the train, Sakura Matou was holding Fengfeng's arm, with a spotless white nightgown draped gently over her body, like a lily quietly blooming under the first snow of winter.

She stared at Feng Feng's profile with eyes full of admiration and love, and the image of Feng Feng killing Matou Zōken with a sword flashed through her mind from time to time.

In Matou Sakura's dazed eyes, Feng Feng's image was infinitely magnified: "Altria, you don't have to worry about the relationship between me and Master Feng Feng."

"Master?" Shirou Emiya stood up from the seat two rows away and pointed at Feng Feng and said, "You are indeed an evil god!"

A hint of vigilance flashed in Altria's golden eyes, and her hand unconsciously placed on the hilt of the sword, stopping Emiya Shirou.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Feng Feng sharply, as if she could see through all the fog. "Feng Feng, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Her voice was calm and firm, with unquestionable authority.

Feng Feng sighed softly and looked at Matou Sakura tenderly, his eyes full of warmth and pity.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic: "All this is because Matou Sakura chose to believe in me and follow me when I was in the most dangerous time."

She called me 'Master' because she was willing to entrust her fate to me, and took the initiative to become the sword spirit of the Mountain Sword when I was suppressed by the restraining force. "

Matou Sakura nodded gently and spread out her hands lightly. There seemed to be ripples in the air, and then a huge and ancient mountain sword appeared out of thin air. The sword body emitted a faint blue light, as if it was condensed from the spirits of mountains and rivers.

She gripped the hilt lightly, the huge sword seemed to have lost weight in her hand, dancing freely like a toy in a child's hand, but the tip of the sword was always pointing steadily at Shirou Emiya, carrying a chilling chill that could not be ignored.

As the sword flashed, there seemed to be faint thunder in the air, setting off her firm and persistent eyes.

Emiya Shirou raised his hands, his eyes full of sincerity and helplessness, and he hurriedly explained:

"I have no hostility, really! I was just asked by Red A to retrieve Matou Sakura who was taken away by Feng Feng. And..."

His cheeks were inexplicably flushed, his eyes flickered, and he mustered up the courage to look at Matou Sakura.

"Besides, in ten years, you will become the person I like. So please believe me, I came here this time just to make sure you are safe and sound."

When Sakura Matou heard this, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, which was then replaced by a gentle smile.

She gently put down the Sword of the Mountain and looked at Emiya Shirou tenderly, as if she could see through the sincerity and immaturity in his heart.

Inside the carriage, the air seemed to become subtle and sweet because of this sudden confession. Even Altria glanced sideways, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness flashing in her golden eyes.

"That's what I told you! The Shirou Emiya of the Fourth War was still an elementary school student. Are you the future Shirou Emiya of the Fifth War?"

Feng Feng's eyes flashed, as if he had seen through the secrets of everything in the world. He chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his tone:

"I see. No wonder the future Five Warriors Emiya would join hands with Red A and even send two assassin heroic spirits to recover the two artifacts."

"It seems that the restraining force of the Type-Moon World has really gone to great lengths to retrieve the Sky Chain and the Mountain Sword."

Feng Feng gently broke free from Matou Sakura's tightly clasped hands and looked at her gently and firmly, as if he wanted to give her all the choices and freedom.

"Sakura, now it's up to you to decide. Follow Emiya Shirou back to the original world, or choose to stay with me and continue this unknown journey."

His voice was low and magnetic, like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through Matou Sakura's heart.

Complex emotions flashed in Sakura Matou's eyes. She looked up at Shirou Emiya, then turned to look at Feng Feng, her hands trembling slightly.

At this moment, Artoria suddenly spoke, with alertness flashing in her golden eyes:

"Feng Feng, don't forget that reclaiming the Sword of the Mountain is one of the purposes of Emiya's trip. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment."

Her words were like a sharp sword, instantly cutting through the delicate atmosphere in the car.

Sakura Matou slowly took a few steps towards Shirou Emiya, and every step seemed to be weighing the scales in her heart.

She looked back at Feng Feng, a warm and bright smile blooming on the corners of her mouth, which contained both gratitude and reluctance.

Then, she turned her head, her eyes became unusually firm, and she looked directly into Shirou Emiya's eyes, her tone more serious than ever before:

"Shirou, do you have the determination to give up everything to protect me? Do you dare to fight against the so-called restraining force for me, even if the road ahead is full of thorns?"

The sunlight shone onto her through the broken car window, giving her a faint golden glow. Sakura Matou's figure seemed particularly tenacious at this moment.

Emiya Shirou was slightly startled by her question, and then a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He straightened his spine and said in a firm and loud voice: "Sakura, for you, I am fearless!"

Sakura Matou bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes full of determination. She slowly raised the Mountain Sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground. The blue light on the sword flowed, as if expressing her reluctance.

She took a deep breath and handed the sword to Feng Feng, her voice trembling but extremely firm:

"Feng Feng, this sword is yours, but I hope you can understand my choice. When you were fighting against the inhibitory force, I awakened many memories of the Five Wars."

Feng Feng gently took the sword, his eyes were complicated. Emiya Shirou's face was as pale as paper at this moment. He clenched his fists, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes showed both struggle and determination: "

Sakura, I will go back with you, but I must take the Sword of the Mountain back with me. It is needed to restrain the power and to protect you, and I cannot let it fall into the wrong hands. "

As he spoke, he took a difficult step forward and looked directly at Feng Feng, with a gleam in his eyes that would not renounce.

A sad smile appeared on Sakura Matou's lips, which was filled with determination and reluctance. She slowly turned around and looked at Feng Feng with deep and firm eyes.

"Emiya Shirou, you just promised me, but..."

Her hands were gently folded across her chest, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.

"Feng Feng," her voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of her heart.