"It's probably the witch."
The strategist paused and asked, "Where is that witch detained?"
"Taylor Bill."
"Let the nearest holy apostle defend Tyler Bill. After Kamland is attacked, the next step of the foreign enemy will definitely attack Tyler Bill."
"I know, but don't you report this matter to His Majesty the Emperor?"
"His Majesty's eyes are not here."
The tactician turned and left.
The pure white apostle looked into the depths of the palace, where there was nothing.
But the pure white apostle knew that the **** of the world, the emperor of the empire, and His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven were there.
He bowed slightly and turned to leave.
...
In the dark night, Shirou lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
There is no Votigeng, there is no Saxon...
Empire, Heavenly Emperor, Holy Apostle, Foreign Enemy...
Everything was mixed up, impacting Shi Lang's perception of Britain.
Shi Lang understood that this was definitely not his Britain, but he came here again, inexplicably, came here.
Someone must be doing something!
However, there is no dark circle in the sky. I am afraid that it is the same as the connection point of South America, not the connection point of [Parliament].
So what is this?
Why did he come here?
Moreover, why can't I feel the existence of [Eternal King] and the invisible vortex?
Even "Evil" disappeared.
Groups of doubts filled Shilang's mind, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.
In the deepest part of the night, everyone slept peacefully. There was no movement outside the door. After putting on their clothes, they slipped out of the room quietly and walked outside the palace.
Shiro didn't want to be discovered by anyone. He wanted to project the invisible helmet of Hades, the god-made soldier's suit, but he was speechless when he looked at the soldier who was standing and sleeping.
"Camland is too comfortable, isn't it?"
Looking at the guards who were standing asleep, Shi Lang muttered softly, but for the convenience of his actions, he still put on Hades's invisible helmet.
With his body invisible, Shi Lang came to the port, avoided the sleeping soldiers, and entered the armory warehouse.
In the ordnance warehouse, there are several warships on display, as well as several steel alchemy furnaces.
Shi Lang found the Red Lotus Crossbow-class battleship, which was placed on the open ground without a trace of defense, which was quite eye-catching.
Shi Lang walked to the crossbow-class battleship of Honglian and studied for a long time. The crossbow-class battleship of Honglian was huge and solid inside. There was no other cabin except for the operation room with a hollowed-out head.
Shiro came to the right hand of the Honglian Crossbow-class battleship again. On the back of that right hand, there was a huge red crystal, which was the device for Honglian's Crossbow-class battleship to display its magical protective shield.
Shi Lang fiddled with it for a long time and frowned, "It really is the crystallization of spiritual veins."
Shi Lang is no stranger to spiritual vein crystallization, because the Holy Grail in the Holy Grail War is the spiritual vein crystallization formed by the third law.
In Shirou's impression, the only magic that crystallized the spiritual power of the spiritual veins was the Einzbern family who was responsible for making the little holy grail. However, the structure of this spiritual vein crystal is somewhat different from that of the Holy Grail crystal. It is probably the use of another kind of magic technique, which is different from Einzbern's technology to crystallize spiritual veins.
"After all, what is the foreign enemy?"
Shirou felt that it was necessary to find out, because he wanted to understand what kind of situation he was in.
Leaving the ordnance warehouse, Shi Lang came to the port, projecting a small fishing boat, taking advantage of the night, driving towards the opposite side of the sea.
The fishing boat drove with the current to the other side of the sea, but after a few miles from the shore, it seemed to be blocked by a transparent wall and couldn't move forward.
"This is..."
Shi Lang stood up, stretched out his hand and touched it slightly in front of him. Obviously he couldn't see anything, but his palm was like touching a transparent wall, and there was a chill.
"This is probably the arm of the emperor that Guinevere said. But, is this an enchantment?"
Shirou couldn’t tell the difference, because he didn’t notice anything at all, whether it’s art, power, or star principles... he didn’t notice it, as if there was nothing in front of him, but there was indeed a wall blocking it. His forward.
Shirou faced the transparent wall and studied for a long time, but there was no way to open the transparent wall.
"If [evil] doesn't disappear, you can try it, can it erode."
Looking at the transparent wall, Shi Lang sighed and turned back.
Back at the port, Shiro put away the projected fishing boat, wearing Hades's invisible helmet, intending to return to the palace.
The cold moonlight leaked through the thin clouds and sprinkled a faint silver glow on the dark sea. Next to the armory, the silent copper stove reflected a dazzling light, shining a surreptitious figure.
That is...
Shi Lang raised his eyebrows, stopped his body, and stared at the figure surreptitiously in the armory.
It was a girl holding a tin rod, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long black hair falling down her waist, and she was wearing an ascetic monk's costume.
Master Xuanzang?
Shi Lang raised her eyebrows, and muttered in her heart, what did she sneak up here doing so late?
Xuanzang hid behind the wall, looking around like a mouse that only steals cheese, and seeing the soldiers fainted, he picked up the luggage behind him and walked to the side of a tied fishing boat.
She was still muttering something while untying the rope.
Shi Lang approached and heard her muttering continuously: "Master forgive, Master forgive, this disciple is also compelled, this is also a compelling, Amitabha, Amitabha..."
"What are you doing, Master Xuanzang?" Shilang asked, taking off Hades' helmet, showing his figure.
Shi Lang's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Xuanzang San Zang was taken aback. The whole person was agitated. When he turned his head, he immediately saw Shi Lang.
"Ah, Amitabha, it is the benefactor of Shiro Fujimaru." Xuanzang Sanzang said with his palms together, his face pale.
"It's so late, Master Xuanzang won't go to bed, and ran to this port, what is it going to do?"