Chapter 600: Emiya Kiritsugu's Jar

Accompanied by Arturia's painting.

A unique mark gradually appeared on the slate.

That is an eye.

With a suspended pattern, it doesn't seem to be a magic circle, but some kind of mark.

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

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

hum-

The air vibrated violently.

Emiya Kiritsugu's expression changed suddenly.

This feeling is countless times stronger than when the heroic spirit was just summoned. Obviously there is no oppressive feeling, but even breathing stops involuntarily, the heartbeat is beating like a drum, and the magic in the body is trapped. The stagnation is not flowing, as if there is another world, an extremely shocking and terrifying world slowly opening in front of us.

So that my mind went blank.

It was as if only one voice was constantly shouting.

He has seen it!

He has seen it!

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know who he was, or why he was frightened, but his emotions seemed to be rudely interfered with, and even his thoughts of resistance could not rise. sluggish tolerable feeling.

"series--"

A consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind, rippled like a vast bell, removing all fear and all confusion, leaving only countless jars floating in consciousness.

He suddenly understood.

This is a series that lets him choose a gift.

Thinking time is only a second.

"Weapons! I want powerful weapons!"

Emiya Kiritsugu shouted loudly, he slumped on the ground, lowered his eyes,

The whole body trembled slightly, but it was not because of fear, but because of ambition and expectation.

He didn't know who the existence behind this pattern was.

But—he had already felt very deeply, it was absolutely extraordinary!

This is opportunity.

Even if the rest of the Masters have this opportunity, this is still his chance.

Because he has no bottom line, he can abandon everything for his own purpose, he will fight carefully, he knows how to deal with those arrogant magicians, and he can make the most of all the opportunities by any means!

So what he called out was a weapon.

rather than wanting power.

He sees power only as a tool, a weapon more useful than his own power.

The unknown line of sight was fading, Emiya Kiritsugu's heart sank, he thought that he was not able to get the gift, but out of the corner of his eyes saw the disappearance of the wealth, he was a little happy, as expected, One item after another appeared on the pattern, even more and more, that was....hundreds of jars?

Everything is at peace.

The pattern became very pale, leaving only shallow traces, and the air resumed its flow. Emiya Kiritsugu gasped heavily, looking at the pile of jars in front of him excitedly and blankly, his clothes had been completely drained by sweat. .

"Kiritsugu."

Irisviel hurriedly helped her husband up, and the beautiful wife showed concern and worry in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Emiya Kiritsugu reassured, his eyes moved to the silent Arturia, and he swallowed, "That...what is it?"

Although it is calm now, the feeling when the unspeakable consciousness appeared just now seems to have been deeply embedded in the soul.

It can never be forgotten in a lifetime.

Emiya Kiritsugu is undoubtedly a strong-willed person.

The reputation of the magician killer is earned in countless battles. He is not afraid of death. He is calm and calm at all times. The will is very understanding and trusting.

But just now.

What he trusts, and even the will to survive, is like a ceramic full of cracks.

Facing her Master's question, Artoria remained silent for a while.

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."

Even inhibition is the same.

In fact, Arturia still has something to say. She can feel that the will has stayed on her body for a long time, and it is not oppressive or harsh, and it seems that it is a pity that she is not ready to exchange for the gift item in the end.

This is by no means an illusion.

Arturia couldn't help but think, if she also prepared items, what would she get.

She looked at the jars in front of her.

Seeing that Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't get any more useful information from Artoria, he also looked at the "gift" he had exchanged for gold and silver, treasures, antiques, and money.

Two hundred smaller jars, and eighteen larger jars.

Appearance seems to be ordinary.

"This number is quite large." Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Now, at least one thing is certain, this Holy Grail War is really going to be different, that kind of interference from existence... .Are there seven other warriors sent by that being?"

These are unforeseen and unforeseen changes.

no doubt.

War will become more complicated.

I can only hope that these "gifts" in front of me will not be too bad.

Emiya Kiritsugu walked over, stretched out his hand, and opened the first jar.

Inside is a dagger.

It's very sharp and doesn't look anything special.

He stretched out his hand and waved it a few times, feeling a little disappointed.

He did want weapons, but not like that.

He sighed in his heart.

He opened the second jar, and this time, a light group disappeared directly into his mind.

"Kiritsugu?" Irisviel seemed startled.

"It's okay." Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes brightened, "I seem to understand a little bit what's in these jars."

With that said, he immediately opened the third one, which contained several bat-shaped darts, then the fourth, the fifth...

There are a variety of weapons in the weapon series, light groups that enhance physical fitness, light groups that increase weapon experience...

Tier 1 jars, and don't have many powerful items.

However, two hundred jars are enough to turn an ordinary person into a powerhouse with all kinds of weapons.

Irisviel watched her husband wielding an ancient oriental sword with a dull expression.

Even when dancing the sword, he threw out a few darts, which were neatly nailed to the wall.

Then the belt around the waist exuded a faint light, and the figure swayed, and several phantoms appeared. It seemed to be to the left, but the person came to the right.

The belt shown at the end is the only jackpot to be opened in these first-class jars.