"This corpse...can it really be used for fighting?"

The white-haired man's voice was trembling, and he was desperate. The reason why he participated in this incident and made himself look like this was just to save two people. As long as he could save those two people, he would go to hell immediately.

It doesn't matter.

"I wasted a year, it's really a waste..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a crisp sound above the magic circle. In the extremely unstable space caused by the summons, a hand wrapped in a red metal armguard suddenly reached out.

With the appearance of this hand, a gap gradually appeared in the space, and rich blood energy poured out from the gap. The blood energy pushed the old man and the white-haired man back a few steps.

The white-haired man staggered and wanted to rush forward, but he stopped after just two steps. His pupils trembled, as if he had seen something terrifying.

In that space crack, the white-haired man saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

A man wearing a black trench coat and holding a long knife walked through the gap in the space. There was a dog behind him, and a cold air spurted out from the gap in the space.

"Hoo~"

The man who walked out of the gap in space exhaled a breath of cold air. The old man and the white-haired man felt like they were facing formidable enemies.

"Old Chongzi, what are you looking at?"

In the cold air, a pair of sharp eyes looked at the old man.

Upon discovering this scene, the white-haired man's hands trembled a little. He was not afraid, but excited.

The white-haired man's dimmed pupils were full of longing. He longed for the death of this old guy who had tortured him for a full year, even if the other person was his 'father'.

The old man's face froze. He felt threatened by the cold air. This feeling had not appeared for a long time. The other party seemed to have some ability to kill him.

"Kariya, control your heroic spirit!"

The old man growled, but he didn't notice that the white-haired man named Matou Kariya had a twisted smile on his face.

"It can't be done, hahaha, I...can't control him."

Matou Kariya raised his head and laughed, looking at the three red marks on his arm.

"I'm just his magic supplier. I can't control it. If I anger him, he will even kill me."

Hearing the white-haired man's almost maniacal laughter, the old man slowly backed away.

Su Xiao walked out of the cold air. Now he finally knew that he had arrived in this derivative world as a pseudo-heroic spirit. This was the fate/zero world, the Holy Grail War world.

Unlike the semi-energized heroic spirit, Su Xiao's body has not changed. The pseudo-heroic spirit is just an identity, and Matou Kariya's real servant, Lancelot, has been cut into four pieces by him a few minutes ago.
Chapter completed!