“After traveling to the Xingyue, I have gained the approval of the root cause. As long as I can die abnormally, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become the Lord of the Throne of Heroes. It is a stronger and freer existence than the Seventh Crown.”
“For this reason, I started to frantically die in the type moon.”
“I scolded Jin Shining face to face, challenged the Almighty God Zeus in Greece, blatantly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, declared Solomon to be a devil rather than a son of God in Israel, and stood on Morgan’s side in Britain…”
“But why, am I still alive?”
In 1994, Fuyuki.
A famous existence in history, the third friend of the oldest king, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the person favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in northern Europe, the incarnation of the god who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, Ka. Prince Merlo assists…
Luo Wei, who was young but full of vicissitudes, sat on the top of the Fuyuki Bridge, sighed, and looked in front of him: “You said, what went wrong here?”
“Why don’t you kill me and let me go to the Throne of Heroes? Please!”
Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette and glanced at Arturia who held up the holy spear beside him, the treasure of the king unfolded by Gilgamesh, the crimson spear tip protruding from the Kingdom of Shadows… the hand holding the cigarette, Trembling slightly.