Chapter 412 Kratos, the Lord of the Mountain (800 monthly tickets for additional updates)

Chapter 115 Kratos, the Lord of the Mountain

At the same time, Fuyuki City Airport welcomed a pair of special guests.

A two-meter-tall burly man with a bald head and tattoos looked like a Nordic man from the underworld, but he was more vicious than the underworld.

Next to him was a very unusual little girl with silver-white hair. The little girl was dressed in a purple suit. It looked extremely precious. They were definitely hand-made and customized clothes, but she didn't care at all.

The bald man next to her was wearing a black suit and holding a huge suitcase lightly in his hand.

The little girl smiled and said in a Swedish, Norwegian or Finnish language: "Berserker, how do you feel here?"

"Huh..." In the autumn, even under the sun, the outside temperature never exceeded fifteen degrees. The bald man exhaled heavily, as if a giant dragon sighed, white for a moment. Smoke spurted out from his nostrils, turning the surrounding area into a white mist, which was very scary.

"Caster is not simple this time. The formation is quite decent. With the magic power of this country, it is impossible to compare with Northern Europe. But now it is a bit stronger than Northern Europe. It should be all the work of Caster. He is really a terrible magician. Even in our time, we could only count such magicians on one hand."

Although he is called Berserker, he has sanity and can even analyze things clearly and dissect things clearly, which is simply terrifying.

"If it were you, you wouldn't lose, right? Dad." The silver-haired little girl kept the bald man's arm and showed an innocent smile.

The big man stroked her head with his other hand and didn't answer, but the determination in his eyes looking into the distance was enough to pierce the gods.

This time, no matter what, I won't let you die.

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In the endless turmoil of time and space, an old man with a beard put his hands on his back, raised his head proudly, and looked up at this world that does not distinguish between up and down, left and right, sequence, past and future. Countless worlds.

He just stood there, observing and admiring. Countless touching stories unfolded in his eyes, and countless poignant loves withered in his eyes.

It was as if he was watching a movie and would never edit out a certain segment. After enjoying it from beginning to end, he passed by, even though it was full of living people, living stories, and scenes that made people unable to help but marvel. But he has a heart of stone.

At the beginning, he will use his own power to change their destiny and change their trajectory, but then what?

He didn't have any satisfaction. They were just passers-by who met by chance. Even if he helped them, it would be difficult for him to bring himself into their companions. Even if he changed his destiny, they would not say a word of thanks.

Humanity, destiny, and the world are so complexly intertwined that no one can change, no one can...

Suddenly, the old man had an uncomfortable expression on his face. It wasn't that he was injured or something, but it was like an uncomfortable sticky feeling suddenly surged into his heart and soul, making him feel uncomfortable. .

His eyes flashed red, and his lips turned up a pair of fangs. This bearded old man was actually a vampire!

He is none other than the pinnacle among vampires, the fourth seat of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, the second magic owner, the magic user, the gem man, Kishua Zelrich Shibain Ogu.

Known as the Demon Marshal, he is the master of all magicians in the world today, the most top magician and magician, and the ancestor teacher of the Tohsaka family.

Having lived for who knows how many years, he immediately found the source of his discomfort.

He took off the glove on his right hand, and a command spell was slowly emerging on it.

There was an unhappy expression on his face: "Alaya..."

Alaya, the collective consciousness of all human beings, including his, has the highest authority over human beings in this universe. It is precisely because of this that even with his magical attainments and his status as a Dead Apostle, as long as he has been As a human being, he would be unable to guard against such small tricks.

only……

"Holy Grail War?" It is the intersection of countless destinies, past, present, and future destinies, strong, weak, strange destinies, blooming, burning, and ice-like destinies...

They all gathered there and intertwined there. The current Holy Grail War was like a huge ball of thread, hooked by fate, making him ready to move.

"Actually, I don't want to go, but there's nothing I can do about Alaya doing this." He muttered softly, and then his whole body seemed to have fallen into water, sinking into one of the worlds...

When he appeared on the streets of Fuyuki City, he was stunned by the amount of magic in Fuyuki City.

"This... seems a little wrong..." Jidong, he has been here before. When the ancestors of the Tohsaka family came to Fuyuki City, he came here. The level of magic here left a deep impression on him. Exorcism The masters may have made another degenerate choice to protect themselves when their magic power was not enough.

But now, let alone comparing with the Far East before, even if compared with Northern Europe, it is still three points better!

This time, he was truly interested.

He turned around and found a secluded place with sufficient spiritual power. He waved his hand, and the gems naturally turned into spiritual liquid, forming a magic circle.

"Heroic Spirit, come out." He was more casual than Kelar. He raised his hand, the command spell in his hand echoed with the magic circle, and then a tall figure even bigger than him appeared. In the magic circle.

Even with Zelrich's power, he couldn't help but feel stunned when this figure appeared. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Zelrich is already very tall. At 1.80 meters tall, he actually looks up at this person who is wrapped in black armor. It can be seen that this person is already 1.9 meters tall. He is as important as the person wrapped in the armor. There was a suffocating murderous aura blooming all over his body. This murderous aura was indescribable and invisible, but as long as he stood in front of him, the skin around him would tingle in waves, as if there were countless small daggers around him. It generally irritates your skin.

But the man in front of him made Zelrich, the Demonic Marshal and the fourth seat of the Twenty-seventh Dead Apostles, feel this way. I am afraid that ordinary people standing in front of him would be killed by his look.

What a terrifying force and character.

I saw him lowering his head and looking at Zelrich, with a terrifying blue light flashing in his eyes, and the spokesperson of death said in a calm and ancient voice.

"My name is the Lord of the Mountain, and I come to join the battle with the title of Assassin."

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