Chapter 1,745 The Impact of the Battle of Weiyuanchuan
The Battle of Weiyuanchuan is over.
But the impact of the matter obviously will not end there.
Not to mention anything else, just the two big pits on the Weiyuan River are enough to give the people of the Holy Church a headache.
But there's nothing we can do about it.
They gave reasons for the gas explosion again.
Mayor Fuyuki, who originally bowed and apologized in front of the media because of the gas explosion collapse of the Fuyuki Hotel, now seems to have begun preparing for a new round of apology press conference.
Mayor Fuyuki was not the only one sweating profusely.
The staff of the gas company, pipeline maintenance and repairmen, the Weiyuanchuan River Management Bureau, and several surrounding communities were all sweating profusely.
However, these are all secular influences and are not important to the Holy Grail War.
"My Master, I"
In the warehouse at the edge of Fuyuki, Diarmait, who was seriously injured, had come to his senses. He knelt in front of Kenneth, looking in pain, but could not say anything.
"Lancer."
Kenneth put his hands behind his back and looked down at his servant. The disappointment and resentment in his eyes could not be hidden at all.
"You are too weak."
"Well"
These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Diarmait's heart hard, causing him to make a struggling sound involuntarily in pain.
but
He still couldn't refute.
In the battle at the port, although there was no winner, Saber clearly suppressed him.
At the beginning of the Battle of Mitogawa, he indeed forced Ibaraki Doji into a desperate situation, but after the master of Berserker issued those three strange orders with the command spell, Ibaraki Doji showed what he had done
His strength almost sent him directly back to the Throne of Heroes.
Both battles ended in being suppressed and defeated.
He couldn't argue with such an ending at all, and he had no words to argue with.
"Master, I will definitely——"
Gritting his teeth, Diarmait's eyes turned red and he raised his head suddenly, as if he wanted to say something.
"Okay, okay, okay, you don't need to make any more promises to me."
Unexpectedly, Kenneth took a step back, raised his hands, with a contemptuous and strange expression on his face, and distanced himself from Diarmuid.
"The actions you have shown have made it impossible for me to have any trust in you anymore, Lancer."
"I, I, I"
The ferocity in Diarmait's eyes suddenly turned into confusion.
Kenneth put his hands behind his back again, sighed and shook his head.
"So, in the final analysis, I shouldn't have hastily looked for your holy relic when Alexander's holy relic was stolen. I should have gone looking for a suitable holy relic, even if it cost more.
a little time."
"With a familiar like you, it is nonsense to hope to win the Holy Grail War."
"Instead of believing in your so-called 'promise', why not let me use the magic that belongs to Lord El-Melloi to teach that scum among magicians what it means to be a [magician]."
"As for you hum."
With a cold snort, Kenneth turned and left.
Wow——
Diarmait's body collapsed, as if paralyzed, and he knelt on the ground.
He lost his master's trust.
For a follower, this is no less than a disaster.
Kenneth's fiancée Sola stood in the darkness of the warehouse, holding her chest, looking at Kenneth walking towards her with some anger, but before Kenneth saw her eyes, she closed her eyes again and turned her angry look away.
Disgust is hidden.
Now, she can't speak up for Lancer, because Lancer's performance in this relatively high-quality Holy Grail War is really unsatisfactory.
As Kenneth's fiancée, he is loved and humbled by the other party, but even so, Kenneth also has his own self-esteem and bottom line - Lancer has already touched this bottom line, and he let his master Kenneth here
There is no dignity in a Holy Grail War, so at this time, Sora cannot and will not speak out.
She has to wait for a better opportunity.
"So? What do you want to do now?"
"I don't think you are stronger than Lancer."
"You have seen what kind of monster that Berserker has become."
She could only say such weak and nutritious words.
"It's just a waste. No matter what kind of opponent it is, it can be defeated. I don't need such a useless familiar."
Kenneth looked at Sora expressionlessly and sighed.
"Sora, I thought you would understand me."
He coldly glanced back at Diarmuid Odina, who he had already defined as "meaningless waste", and then glanced at Sora.
"I'm just worried about you. Fighting alone, even as a genius in the clock tower, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for you."
Sora said words of concern, but his expression did not change.
On the other hand, Kenneth's expression softened significantly after hearing Sola's words, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, a good magician should have a mentality like mine when fighting. Whether it's the magic itself or the magic rituals I hold, everything I own is powerful and excellent."
"Watch it Sora, I will win."
There was a confident smile on his face.
With such a smile, Kenneth walked out of the warehouse that he had arranged into a magic formation.
His Moon Spirit Essence is faintly visible on his sleeves.
"I need an explanation."
Anno stood in front of Emiya Kiritsugu, looking down at his Master.
His eyes carried a huge sense of oppression. If the kings of the small countries on the island of Great Britain saw it, they would probably be scared to death.
But Emiya Kiritsugu just glanced at him, then lit a cigarette and walked past Annuo.
Buzz——
"Your ideals are too lofty, and your actions are too despicable."
Annuo's voice was like the cold air of the twelfth lunar month. Even if his back was turned to Emiya Kiritsugu, it could make Emiya Kiritsugu feel a chill.
"With your approach, even if you reach the final destination, its nobility will be tainted by despicability, making your wishes meaningless in the end!"
Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't walk anymore.
Under the pressure of Annuo's magic power, it was difficult for him to even move.
“Things you sacrifice what you love to have a chance to touch——”
"Just because it involves sacrificing what I love, I have to ensure that the final result is achieved without any accidents."
Emiya Kiritsugu still raised his feet - despite Anno's pressure, his tone was calm, with only a little anger and a little sadness hidden in the deepest part.
"I don't care about my own despicability. It's just for the ultimate ideal. I don't care about my ideal. I am a despicable person."