The Strongest Holy Grail System

"..." Hearing this, the Conqueror King fell silent. He stared at the young man in front of him and listened to his fallacies.

"Today, there are about 4.3 billion people in the world, the birth rate is more than [*] people per second, and [*] people are born every minute..."

"In this situation, about 1.8 people die every second, maybe more..."

Raising his head and staring at the burly King of Conqueror, Fang Zheng said in a deep voice:

"In such a vast sea of ​​people, what is an individual?"

"Is this your theory?" Iskandar frowned, for a monarch like him from a feudal society, human beings are inherently unequal.

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Even if tens of thousands of people die, it is not comparable to the life of an excellent general. In his opinion, the death of a pariah is not worth mentioning at all.

"Yeah, this is my theory..." Shaking his head, Fang Zheng looked indifferent:

"Maybe, I will attach great importance to the people around me, but for strangers, why should I care about their lives?"

"What about sacrificing some people for the advancement of mankind? What about them hating me? Everything is worth it..."

"What about sacrificing the people around you?" The King of Conqueror frowned, staring at this seemingly dissolute young man, as if he could see through his heart.

"This..."

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Shrugging his shoulders lightly, Fang Zheng sighed, "I'm also confused, so I can't give you the answer..."

"No, this is your answer, at least, it proves that you are a human, not a rational machine."

Putting down the beer mug, Iskandar suddenly lost his interest in drinking. He waved his hand, picked up Master Weber next to the bar, and said a little heavy:

"Don't forget your human part, boy."

"Ah, maybe..."

"It's very refreshing to drink with you, and the dishes on your side are also good, see you later..."

Boarding the mighty bullock cart, Iskandar waved the reins and rode the thunder into the air.

Looking at the flickering light, Fang Zheng sighed:

"Maybe, I'll forget..."

"Is it the influence of Tesla's spiritual core?" I don't know when, Yuzao stood behind Fangzheng, and she gently hugged Fangzheng's body, soothing the man who was in a mess.

"Maybe, not..." Sighing, Fang Zheng laughed bitterly at himself:

"Every man wants to be a hero, or wants to be a savior..."

"But I, from beginning to end, just wanted to..."

Thunder flashed from his body.

That may be the dawn of humanity.

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Chapter [*] The Unqualified Savior "Subscribe"

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"Wow, ho ah..."

Fuyuki City Civic Hall, in the dark underground garage...

A plump figure was kneeling on the hot concrete floor, and beside her, black mud was flowing.

The body is slim and plump, the appearance is flawless, and the white skin is as clear as suet jade.

The purple magic pattern runs through her delicate body, covering her private position, and on Qiong's head is a pair of long round horns comparable to argali.

This plump woman seems to be full of disobedience, but she has a coveted beauty.

——Human Evil Tiamat.

The goddess of the earth, recognized as one of the seven disasters by the Moon World, Tiamat holds the power of reproduction and pregnancy, and is also known as the master of the "return" principle.

The authority she holds is the "Soil of Creation" where all things are born. The turbid thing that resembles black mud is completely different from the filthy black mud in the Holy Grail, and it can be said to be the diametrically opposite substance.

Although similar, this soil of creation is the material for Tiamat to nurture all things. With this soil, she can even hatch gods...

As one of the origins of mythology, Tiamat, the mother goddess of the earth, gave birth to countless gods, and was killed by her descendants, even vilified as a dragon, and even expelled by people and forgotten in the history of mankind.

However, her power must not be underestimated...

"Ho ho..."

As if she had no language ability, the plump woman lay on the ground, staring at the black mud tumbling in front of her.

In the muddy soil, the battle situation on the Hyatt Regency Hotel is being presented.

Fifty-nine cloned Heroic Spirits of Lencer DiLumudo were crushed by the mortal Qiye Fangzheng, and they were all killed...

Watching this scene, Tiamat was at a loss.

She was a little flustered, and hurriedly glanced around.

In this dark underground garage, there are countless dark mud surging, and all the vehicles parked in it are also burned by the mud.

Yes, burn it to nothing.

On this turbid sludge, there is a crack-like fire, which seems to be flowing with magma.

The mud of creation that gave birth to all things also has a high temperature, which is enough to burn most substances.

In this sultry underground garage, a little fire flickered on the earth of creation that flowed like magma.

Against the background of a little fire, showing the whole picture of the underground garage...

Dozens of spheres of creation mud are standing quietly on the soil.

They are all descendants of Tiamat...

In other words, they are all clones of the spear knight Dirumdo...

"Ah, woohoo..."

Feeling that the fifty-nine cloned heroic spirits were burned to the ground, Tiamat whimpered in pain, and the eggs of those heroes were shaking slightly, as if to comfort their owners...

Here, it's like purgatory...

And the twenty-six Matou Kariya had disappeared.

"They were devoured by that monster, and even the Great Holy Grail was taken away, and I am the only one left..."

In the alleys of Fuyuki City, a middle-aged man in a sloppy sports suit is wearing a hood, curled up under the air conditioner, like a homeless man everywhere.

However, in front of him stood a dark figure.

Dressed in heavy black heavy armor, surrounded by a suppressed black air current, it stood quietly, staring at his master.

"Thanks to you, Lancelot."

Matou Kariya, who had only one person left, said in a helpless tone: "If it weren't for you, I would have been swallowed by that monster like the twenty-six of me..."

However, the irrational Berserker Lancelot did not respond to his words, but stood silently without saying a word.

"However, I'm really stupid in this world. I didn't find out about the bastard's deception by Matou Zaoyan, which caused you to be summoned as a Berserker..."

Shaking his head, with a bitter look, Matou Kariya got up from the air conditioner, shook the dusty tracksuit, and said softly:

"If you are Saber, you may be stronger. After all, you are the famous Knight of the Lake..."

"..."

However, Lancelot remained silent.

He turned around abruptly, and the heavy black armor collided lightly, making a crisp sound.

The dark knight drew out the contaminated holy sword and aimed at the shadow of the alley...

"Oh? Is there a guest here?"

Seeing this, Matou Kariya sneered disdainfully. He raised his hand, and scissor-like flying insects quickly gathered from the sky, turning into a swarm of insects that devoured everything.

"Yeah, I'm a guest..."

The old voice seemed to articulate clearly.

The old man wearing the noble robe of the last century and the black robe is walking steadily and calmly from the alley.

Behind him, a dark crack is gradually closing.

"You too..." Matou Kariya murmured subconsciously, sensing the familiar magic fluctuations.

"You can fight against the guests, this is not the way to entertain guests..."

The vicissitudes of the old man, but with the vitality of youth, he sneered softly, and Matou Kariya ordered to Zongyun at the same time:

"Eat him..."

"Bah!"

A crisp sound echoed from the sky.

The next moment, pure white light burst out from the old man's body, and instantly swallowed up those flying insects like scissors.

"Young people, you are always over your head..."

The old man smiled and looked kind, but Matou Kariya shuddered like falling into an ice cave.

"Introduce yourself, I am what you call the 'Second Magician', the interferer in the parallel world..."

"—Kishya Zellich Thubein Ogu."

The old man spoke indifferently, while Matou Kariya looked sluggish.

"By the way, the gemstone sword that leads you across the world is also my experiment..."

Zellrich waved lightly, and a white light pierced Matou Kariya's body from the inside out.