The sacred right side of a certain comic

(This volume is expected to end today...)

The magic eye is an innate ability, an ability that can only be possessed by people with real"geniuses".

If magic appeared to enable people without talents to perform miracles, then some people are the chosen ones who are born with talents, and their abilities are generally called 'superpowers'.

The magic eye is a type of superpower.

The Magic Eye Collection Train is a mysterious train traveling on the Eurasian continent. As its name suggests, the purpose of this train is to collect Magic Eyes, and then use these Magic Eyes for collection or auction.

The innate power of the Magic Eye may appear in anyone. The person with the Magic Eye may be a magician or just an ordinary person. It would be fine if it is a low-level Magic Eye. A high-level Magic Eye may even Even some powerful magicians cannot control it. Most people may be tired of the magic eye and eventually die due to the power of the magic eye.

The Magic Eye Collection Train can be said to be a relief for some people, because the staff of this train can use their unique technology to remove the Magic Eye, and at the same time, use this technology to transplant the Magic Eye to people in need. of people.

Although the magic eye is powerful, most magicians do not actually pursue it because the price to pay to obtain the magic eye is too high, just like the legendary magic eye of death. Even if someone has it, this person His fate was definitely due to his head exploding after over-understanding of death. Therefore, the more powerful the magic eye is, the more destructive it is, and the greater the harm it causes to the owner of the magic eye.

This is a double-edged sword.

The Magic Eye Collection Train will ride across the Eurasian continent once a year. The owner behind it will send invitations to wealthy magicians who need Magic Eyes and those who want to take off their Magic Eyes. During the three days that the train is running, a process will be carried out inside the train. A magic eye auction.

The owner of this train is very mysterious in the eyes of ordinary magicians, but in the eyes of a person with Roy's status, it is just that. Its owner is just a mere twenty-seventh ancestor of the dead disciples.

Now is the time for this year's Magic Eye collection train to run, but this time there is a problem with the train's progress. A certain magician changed the track of the train and directed the train track to the seventh ancestral organ of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles. In the territory of Hailin Anaxiu, normally this train should be destroyed by the seventh ancestor, because even the owner of the train can never be the opponent of the seventh ancestor.

On the originally warm continent of Europa, a forest covered with ice and snow suddenly appeared. A train stopped in the forest with green smoke. The forest looked like a living thing. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see it slowly moving. Squirming, every branch and every prism attached to the branches seemed to have its own consciousness.

This is none other than Fu Hailin Anaxiu, the seventh ancestor of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

And just when the Magic Eye collection train was about to be swallowed up by this living forest, and when the people on the train were about to die, a stream of cyan meteors suddenly fell from the sky. These groups of meteors fell into the forest, light cyan. The flames burned, melting the snow-covered forest and igniting the hard wood. In an instant, a corner of the forest was burning with flames.

"This is the great magic of astronomy, right?……"

In the jungle of Fu Hailin Anaxiu, a tall man with red hair was slowly moving forward. The man's hair reached his waist, and there were many small golden objects tied to his hair. At first glance, It looks like the dress of some primitive tribe.

Behind the man, there was an athletic woman who was following him step by step. The woman's eyes were firm, like a battle-hardened warrior. She was vigilant about her surroundings, cutting off the attacking branches from time to time, and protecting those in front of her. Men will not be hurt

"Master, this forest is too dangerous. I think it’s better for us to leave as soon as possible."

After cutting off another ice crystal branch with the short knife in her hand, the woman said seriously.

Even as a heroic spirit, she would never be able to fight against the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, especially where they are now. Within the domain of this ancestor, the man who was admiring the falling meteor above his head came back to his senses. He smiled gently and said:"……Ah, I know, FAKER! This great magic in the Astrology Department should have been unleashed by the little girl in the Astrology Department. Although it should have been with the help of outsiders, to be able to release such a great magic at this age, the Animusfia family can be considered a successor.."

The man's tone was quite relaxed, as if he didn't care about his own safety at all.

"But you are right, FAKER, it is indeed too dangerous here. Although I don’t care about my life, before my plan and your wish are fulfilled, I should keep this life."

"……So, Faker, please take me……"

Before the man could say anything, his mind trembled. A sense of despair and terror descended from the sky, piercing into the deepest part of his heart like a tree root deep underground. This man with a leisurely attitude could not help but open his mouth and reveal A look of fear.

The heroic spirit he called Faker also had a drastic change in his expression. He was breathing rapidly and even had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"How... how is it possible! With an aura of this level, even the gods of the Age of Gods might not be able to do anything more than this! Why does such a terrible thing exist in this era!"

While Faker was shocked, the forest began to shake. Countless branches covered with ice and snow made rustling sounds. Ice crystals fell to the ground. The huge branches buried deep in the ground began to move. There was actually a sound coming from the forest. Wails and cries of fear.

In this forest, the Twenty-seventh Dead Apostle Ancestor is afraid!

The man with red hair knows who is coming. In this world full of ice and snow, he is actually wearing a clothes Khan, reluctantly opened his pale lips, stared in one direction, and read out the name of the person who came."……Holy Church, Supreme Bishop, you are here in person!"

"We haven't seen each other for a while, right, Dr. Hartreth, or should I call you Kuro Kano? Former Head of Department of Modern Magic……"

The forest is divided, and the trees on both sides are moving, spontaneously isolating a road to the outside world. These branches are swaying, and the trunks are becoming curved, as if they are meeting some great being and are walking towards him. Big gift.

And on the divided road, Roy walked over with a smile on his lips and stood in front of Hartresses. Look relaxed, as if you were taking a walk

"Master, what is going on with this person?"

The woman who had been protecting Hatteras said in a disgruntled tone. She seemed to be climbing a mountain thousands of meters above sea level, and her whole body was in a state of hypoxia.

This monster was letting himself go just by standing there. How is this possible?

The woman looked at Roy in horror

"oh? Is this the fake thing you summoned, Hartreth, by using the fragments of the Great Holy Grail of Fuyuki City and borrowing the spiritual veins of Fuyuki and Europa?"

Roy glanced at the woman in the red combat dress and asked casually.

Hartreth tried his best to smile and said bitterly:"……Yes, the Great Holy Grail in Fuyuki City has been destroyed by you, but during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Emiya Kiritsugu had Saber destroy part of the Great Holy Grail with a Noble Phantasm, and I used the fragments left at that time."

Hatteres did not participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War, but his description as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes shows how carefully he investigated the Fourth Holy Grail War.

"Well, what you summoned is the shadow of Iskandar, the sister of Hephaestion, a close friend of Alexander the Great... There is no record of her in history, and her whole life was just to protect Alexander the Great as a substitute for magic. , which also makes Alexander's recorded figure completely inconsistent with history."

Roy possesses the 'Blessing of Humanity', and no servant can hide the truth in front of him, because what the heroic spirits protect is Humanity."

"You are so discerning that you can even know about such a person who has not been recorded in history. As you said, she is Hephaestion's sister. She was a weapon created to protect Alexander the Great. She was named after Alexander. Her name helped the king resist many fatal curses, and this time, she came as a 'faker'."

Hatteres did not hide anything and directly told Roy his side of the information.

"Master, you talk too much!"

Beside him, Hephaestion said angrily

"Don't take it too seriously, Faker! Because in front of this adult, any concealment is meaninglessAny resistance is meaningless."

Hatteres sighed, with an attitude of surrender.

Seeing the appearance of his Master, Hephaestion was angry. Although Roy brought huge pressure to her, it was like facing the supreme god of myth. But as a warrior who followed Alexander the Great, she would never put down her arms and surrender just because the opponent was strong.

"Faker? That's a good name……"

Roy smiled softly, glanced at Hephaestion, slowly raised his hand, and said in a calm and indifferent tone:"……Since he is Faker, then don’t live with the name Hephaestion!"

"Be careful, Master!! Shenwei car——————"

Seeing Roy raising his hand, Hephaestion's heart trembled, and he used his Noble Phantasm without even thinking about it.

As the stand-in and shadow of Alexander the Great, she has the authority to use the Emperor's Noble Phantasm!

The sacred bull shouted, and thunder exploded in the sky, but before the Noble Phantasm could exert its power, Hephaestion saw the man's right hand getting closer and closer to him, and behind that right hand , as if there were tens of millions of arms trying to grab her, she opened her mouth wide and looked at the countless arms gathered into a huge petal, with silent beauty and weirdness.

In the next moment, these arms, which were unknown as to whether they existed or not, engulfed Hephaestion and tore her body into pieces, leaving no trace of her remains.