Chapter 2030：

"It's not a big deal. If the Webber boy were here, he would definitely persuade me like this." Iskandar smiled, and then sighed: "It's a pity, that boy was covered by the eternal empire."

Shi Lang nodded, Weber relied on Zhuge Kongming's spiritual foundation in pan-human history, but like the Chaldeans and others, they were covered by the eternal empire.

He is different from Shirou, so after being covered, there is no way to summon him through Heroic Summon.

In fact, among the heroic army of pan-human history summoned this time, there are very few heroic spirits such as ancient China, the Principality of Moscow, and the Maya.

In Gaia’s argument, the pan-human history heroes of ancient China and the Principality of Moscow have more or less been summoned by other Chaldean members wandering on various world lines, and Maya is simply because of the fault of civilization and lack of real world. Legendary basis.

Of course, the heroic spirits of other world lines can also be summoned, but according to Gaia, this will be interfered by the parallel Alaya of other world lines.

Of course, those who are not dead themselves or are at the boundary of life and death are exceptions, such as Altria Pendragon and old swords.

Therefore, we can only give up.

In addition, the crowned heroic spirits were not summoned.

According to Gaia, several bodies of the crowned heroes have been summoned away, while the remaining few bodies, crowned spirits, are in the hands of the pan-human history Alaya, who has ceased functioning.

However, even this is enough.

"Oh, Fujimaru Shiro." The old sword that followed immediately also waved to Shiro.

Shirou still smiled.

"I really didn't expect that people who had become acquainted in the Holy Grail War would meet again." Old Jian said with emotion.

"Yes..."

Even if the pride flashes as old, it can't help but resonate with the words of the old sword.

Since the Shinjuku Junction collapsed and turned into the ruins of history, they have been trapped in the Shinjuku Junction after being corpses by the curse of Sajo Aika. I don’t know how long it took before they were finally connected to South America. Shi Lang before the point was rescued.

"However, maybe Fujimaru Shiro is still confused for you." Old Sword said with a smile.

Shi Lang smiled and shook his head.

What Jiu Jian and Ji Shan didn't know was that at the connection point in South America, the plane incident of the past caused by the resurrection of Sajo Aige reminded him of the past.

Even with my past self, I made a promise to definitely win the future.

"...When things are over, when everything is over. Let's have a drink together." Shirou smiled and looked at people who were familiar or strangers, and suggested.

"That's really good." Iskandar nodded first, then looked at Old Flash excitedly, and said: "It just so happens that this king can taste the taste of the heroic king's wine."

"Huh." Old Shan coldly snorted, "This king's wine can only be tasted by this king."

Enkidu pulled his sleeves, smiled and said, "You can't be stingy, Jill."

"Tsk!"

Old Shan glanced at Enkidu helplessly, then sighed and nodded: "Okay."

"That's great." Iskandar clapped his hands and applauded, laughing.

He has been greedy for Gilgamesh's wine for a long time, but it is a pity that Gilgamesh is stingy.

"Hey, are you Arthur too?"

"Are you—?"

Old Sword looked at him suspiciously, a girl about twelve years old.

"Mordred, you can't be rude."

Shiro smiled at Mordred, then looked at the old sword apologetically and introduced, "This is my daughter."

Later, Shi Lang introduced the old sword to Mordred: "This is Arthur Pendragon, and it can also be regarded as my parallel world co-individual. So you can't be rude."

"I won't listen to you. But there are more weird Arthurs."

Mordred curled his lips, turned and left, and got into the group of heroic spirits, watching Skaha clean up Ku Chulin.

"Your daughter, Mordred?" Old Sword looked at Mordred's back with a complex expression, "The mood is really complicated."

"Is it because of the "Mordred" who betrayed you, or because I became "you"?" Shi Lang asked with a smile.

"No," Old Jian shook his head and smiled gently: "It's just pure envy...you have such a cute and lively girl. If my son is so cute, it would be great. It's a pity—"

The old sword's eyes darkened.

"She—" Shi Lang patted the old sword on the shoulder and blinked. "In fact, it's not cute."

At this time, with a "boom", Skaha swept Ku Chulin out with a shot.

"Why did you lose again, Ku Churin? How many times has this been? Come on, keep going up—"

The heroic spirits laughed and pushed Ku Chulin upside down again, especially a certain red archer who refused to give his name the most.

"Stop—stop—!"

Ku Churinsese roared, struggled, and refused to go up, like a dog desperately going to be sterilized.

"Well, you let my disciple go. He still needs to continue training." Skaha said with a smile.

The crowd let go of Ku Chulin in despair.

Angel!

This is Lord Angel!

Ku Chulin, who was free, was about to cry, but looking at Skahan's beautiful face, he slapped himself a few times.

Go to his Barol!

How could this woman be an angel?

This woman is a demon!

"So, who is going to discuss with me next-?"

"I'm coming!"

"Is swordsmanship okay?"

"This is a contest of long weapons. What is the fun of short weapons? It still depends on my frenzy!"

"Ah...itchy hands."