Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

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Standing at the gate, Zheng Chenggong looked at Zheng Xue calmly.

Although their alliance nominally lasted for less than a few days, it probably wouldn't have come to this point if it weren't for certain variables.

In truth, Masayuki Yui is definitely his "hero".

"Yeah."

Compared to the successful Zheng Chenggong, Zheng Xue was somewhat disappointed.

That was not only regret for one's failure, but also confusion about the future.

"There's no need to be so pessimistic."

"After all, your journey isn't completely over yet, is it?"

"Like Iori, as long as I'm alive, I can keep trying."

With his hands on his hips, Zheng Chenggong looked at her and said solemnly.

He travels the world, striving to correct injustices. He understands the other party's actions and knows how difficult the journey is.

But since we've chosen this path, there's no reason to give up halfway.

"Ha, I never expected to be encouraged by others. I'm really unworthy."

Upon hearing this, realizing that she didn't need that kind of half-baked thinking, Zheng Xue said in a deep voice.

If you're even prepared to die, why are you so concerned about failure?

Why not just regroup and try again?

Until you can no longer move

"!"

"!"

As the two were talking, they noticed the unusual magical fluctuations.

Looking around, I saw Command Seals on the back of my hand, a style completely different from the ones before.

"this?"

"Could it be...?!"

.........

"Coming at the call"

"Ha-hu. Ha."

Looking at Lancer introducing himself, Jiemon remained unmoved, panting.

"What kind of joke is this?"

"To give to the struggle of those destined to die, or to show pity?"

"Will a saint be sent off on this journey from hell?"

Jeanne sighed as she could hear the despair and anger in her Master's voice.

This very arrival is also due to some kind of karmic connection.

The person before me has already resolved to die.

It wasn't a desire to survive, but a wish to go to "hell" alone.

He is a sinful person who is not embraced by "the Lord".

"Fine. This time we must succeed."

With anger flashing in his eyes, it was remarkable that Jiemon could still maintain his composure.

The scalding blood in his body tormented his nerves at all times.

Less than a week.

According to that heroic spirit, his lifespan was just that short.

The corrosive power of the blood of immortality is something no ordinary human body can withstand.

Just thinking about it made Jiemon furious.

But since there are new wars to come, he is determined to struggle.

They managed to secure a ticket to "hell".

……

"Cough cough."

"Brother!"

"Leave me alone."

"This is my last chance, before my body is rotted by the blood of the immortal."

"Utilize the full moon."

Spitting out blood, Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro had already prepared his escape route.

Now that he has been deported, the riots of the Undying Blood have put his life on the verge of extinction.

The previously placed "Yingyue" can now be activated again.

Then he will inevitably have to implement it again.

Even the slightest possibility.

.........

"Ughhhhhh!!!!"

The roar emanated from Yoshiwara, which was undergoing reconstruction, startling many people.

"Alright, alright, shouting like that for half a day will only cause trouble for others."

"Could you help us carry those things?"

Ignoring the onlookers, Takao Tayu walked up to the giant heroic spirit before him and whispered.

"Tafu!"

"It's alright, he's a guard I hired."

"Oh oh oh!!"

Compared to a human, the roar was like that of a wild beast, but the giant with long green hair obediently listened to Takao Tayu's words.

"It's truly a never-ending struggle."

"Is this the so-called Berserker?"

Shaking his head, Takao Tayu didn't know how to describe the current situation.

I thought the Dragon Ball war was over, but I never expected to be drawn into a new battle.

She didn't expect to win; she only prayed for this moment of peace.

.........

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

As the sunlight shone, Iori saw the heroic spirit appear.

Their appearance resembles that of a beautiful young boy or girl, and they carry a sword on their backs that looks very noble.

The tuft of hair sticking up on his head made him look so unique.

"Huh, is it Saber again?"

"Iori, you really do have a knack for this class."

"Huh? Again?"

The words of the Book of Crimson Jade caused the Martial Venerable to tilt his head in confusion, a question mark appearing above his head, indicating great bewilderment.

"But is this really okay?"

"We finally managed to escape the last war safely, and now we're getting dragged back in like this."

"It's alright, Grandpa Hongyu."

Upon hearing this, Iori simply touched the new sword at her waist and looked at the Heroic Spirit in front of her.

My wish has already been fulfilled.

This time, let's carry that expectation a little more.

"Let's grant the wish of the friend in front of us."

Although she didn't yet understand the other person's identity and past, Iori had already grasped a certain connection based solely on that feeling.

This time, he doesn't have to be bound by his own desires, but can act for others.

That's right, for what's in front of us.

New friend.