Sell ​​jars from Hokage

Accompanied by Artoria's paintings.

A unique mark gradually appeared on the stone slab.

That was an eye.

It is equipped with a suspended pattern, but it does not seem to be a magic circle, but just a mark of some kind.

Kiritsugu Emiya kept searching in his memory, intending to find a mark that matched this figure. There were many similar ones, but they were completely consistent but they were not found at all.

That is, at the moment when the last stroke fell.

Buzz

The air trembled violently.

Emiya Kiritsugu's face suddenly changed.

This feeling was countless times stronger than when he summoned the heroic spirit. Although there was no oppressive feeling, he couldn't help but stop breathing. His heartbeat was beating like a drum, but the magic power in his body fell into a stagnation and was not flowing, as if there was another world, an extremely shocking and extremely terrifying world slowly opened in front of him.

So much so that my head was blank.

It seemed as if only one voice was constantly shouting.

He saw it!

He saw it!

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know who He was, and why he was frightened, but his emotions seemed to be violently intervened, and even his mind to resist could not rise. He felt that even if he was about to lose everything in the next moment, he could only bear it dullly.

"series"

A consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind, and it rolled up ripples like a vast bell, clearing all fear and chaos, leaving only countless jars floating in his consciousness.

He suddenly understood.

This is a series that makes him choose the gift.

The time for thinking is only one second.

"Weapons! I want powerful weapons!"

Emiya Kiritsugu shouted loudly, and he collapsed on the ground, lowered his gaze, and his whole body trembled slightly, but it was not because of fear, but because of ambition and expectation.

He didn't know who was behind this pattern.

But he had already felt it deeply that it was absolutely extraordinary!

This is an opportunity.

Even though the rest of the emperor had this opportunity, this was still his opportunity.

Because he has no bottom line, he can abandon everything about himself for the purpose, and he will fight carefully. He knows extremely well how to deal with those arrogant magicians. He can use all his might to the maximum advantage!

So what he called out was a weapon.

Instead of wanting strength.

He only regards power as a tool, and weapons can be used more than their own power.

The unknown sight was constantly fading away, and Kiritsugu Emiya's heart sank. He thought he had not been able to get the gift, but the light of his eyes saw the disappearance of the wealth. He was a little happy. As expected, one item after another appeared on the pattern, and even more and more, were hundreds of cans?

Everything is calm.

The pattern became very light, so light that only a shallow trace was left, and the air also resumed flow. Emiya Kiritsugu gasped and looked at the pile of jars in front of him excitedly and blankly, his clothes had been completely lost by sweat.

"Kietsu."

Alice Phil quickly helped her husband up, and the beautiful wife looked at her with concern and worry.

"I'm fine." Kiritsugu Emiya comforted her, her eyes shifted to the silent Artoria and swallowed, "What is that?"

Although it is now calm, the feeling of the unspeakable consciousness just now appears as if it is already deeply engraved in the soul.

I can never forget it in my life.

Emiya Kiritsugu is undoubtedly a strong-willed person.

The reputation of the magician killer was exchanged for countless battles. He was not afraid of death. He was calm at all times. In order to achieve the justice he firmly believed in, he could abandon everything and only wanted to become a machine without any hesitation. He knew and trusted his will very well.

But just now.

What he trusts, and even the will he rely on for survival, is like ceramics covered with cracks.

Artoria faced the inquiry from her master, and then was silent for a moment.

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 to it."

Even the suppression force is the same.

Artoria actually had nothing to say, she could feel that the will was on her for a long time, not oppressing or harsh, until the end seemed to be a pity that she was not ready for the gift items.

This is by no means an illusion.

Artoria couldn't help but think of what she could get if she had prepared the items as well.

Her eyes looked at the jars in front of her.

Seeing that he could not get any useful information from Artoria, Kiritsugu Emiya looked at the "gift" he earned with gold, silver, treasures, antiques, and money.

Two hundred slightly smaller jars, and eighteen larger jars.

It looks ordinary.

"There are quite a lot of this number." Kiritsugu Emiya took a deep breath to calm his mood. "Now, at least one thing is certain that this Holy Grail war is really going to become different. Are there seven warriors sent by that kind of interference in existence? "

These are all changes without warning and unpredictable.

There is no doubt.

War will become more complicated.

I can only expect these "gifts" in front of me to not be too bad.

Emiya Kiritsugu walked over, reached out and opened the first jar.

There is a dagger inside.

Very sharp and looks nothing special.

He stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, unable to help but feel disappointed.

He does want weapons, but he doesn't want that.

Sighed in my heart.

He opened the second jar, and this time, a ball of light fell into his mind.

"Kiritsu?" Alice Phil seemed to be startled.

"It's okay." Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes lit up. "I seem to understand a little about what's inside these jars."

As he said this, he immediately opened the third one, which contained several bat-shaped darts, and then the fourth one, the fifth one, the fifth one

The weapon series contains various weapons, light balls that enhance physical fitness and light balls that increase weapon usage experience.

A first-level jar does not have many powerful items.

However, two hundred cans are enough to turn an ordinary person into a strong man who has various weapons.

Alice Phil looked at her husband with a dull expression and waved an ancient oriental sword so tightly that it was airtight.

Even when dancing the sword, he threw out several darts and nailed them neatly to the wall.

Then the belt around the waist emitted a faint light, and a few phantoms appeared in a flash, which seemed to be heading to the left, but the person came to the right.

The belt shown at the end is the only prize that was opened among these first-class jars.

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