The Great Movie Emperor System (Anime Crossover)

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"Actually, you could consider having a child."

The system suddenly started bubbling up.

"hehe."

Aizen didn't respond at all; he had no intention of having children right now.

When people are bound by emotions, they will have reservations. He does not deny that emotions can bring people endless potential at crucial moments, but having reservations also means having weaknesses.

The higher he stands, the more others will fear him; it's a biological instinct.

At that point, the easiest people for him to win over were his family.

He hates it.

Losing it is worse than never having had it at all! With his mind clearing, Aizen outwardly introduced Sora, who was waiting quietly, to "Matou Kariya, Master of our cooperation."

This is Sora, my fiancée.

"I understand. Please take good care of me from now on, Mr. Kariya."

"Hello, Ms. Sora."

Compared to the poised and elegant Sora, Kariya's reaction was extremely stiff.

Kariya Matou, in a bad mood, showed no intention of replying. Even the alluring women like Irisviel and the Knight King couldn't affect his love for Aoi Zenjou. Sora's beauty was simply not enough to make him lose his composure or elicit any further reaction.

Sora cursed under his breath for being rude, nodded slightly to Aizen, and turned to leave.

After placing Sakura on the sofa, Matou Kariya paused for a moment before asking, "What are your chances of successfully saving Sakura? If you can save Sakura, Matou Zouken will survive."

"100%."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

His lips twitched slightly, but in the end, Kariya Matou didn't question anything.

Aizen nodded dismissively. It was perfectly normal for a magic novice to be skeptical. However, even if it were the real Kenneth, there wouldn't be a 100% success rate.

Having absorbed all of Ken's knowledge, he knew that this... prodigy had many methods, but he wasn't entirely confident he could stop the brain worm from killing Sakura when it was cornered.

But he has the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique! Even if he doesn't know the slightest bit of magic, he can still use the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique to make the brain worm and other worms crawl out of his body on their own.

The reason for taking three days was twofold: firstly, to allow Tokiomi Tohsaka to calmly reflect, and secondly, to ensure that such excellent material was used to test Kenneth's magic knowledge, which could not be wasted.

Diarmuid didn't understand much, the much more honest Sora wouldn't say a word, and Matou Kariya knew absolutely nothing, so he wasn't worried at all about his allies turning against him.

"The room I booked for you should be ready. Now, you should take care of your other family members first. After all, someone needs to clean up the mess after the Matou residence was destroyed."

"I see."

Although Yan Ye didn't care much about his older brother and nephew at the moment, he didn't insist on staying when he realized they wanted to get rid of him.

After all, it's still necessary to handle the aftermath.

Tokiomi Tohsaka is clearly not in the mood to help with the cleanup right now, and the only one who can clean up the mess is the Matou family's legitimate heir, Kiri Tsuruno.

Fortunately, neither the father nor the son lived in the Matou family home before the war began; otherwise, they would have been caught in the crossfire of Matou Kariya's fury today, and no one would have been able to handle such a massive act of destruction.

Chapter 473 A Spark of Light Cutting Through the Air 3/3

While Shirou Emiya was still fleeing Hassan's pursuit, his wife had already excitedly raced home.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Accompanied by excited shouts, Irisviel released her suppressed emotions.

Even a Heroic Spirit like Artoria's smile was extremely forced at this moment. Her clumsy and rough driving skills were obvious even to the King, who had never personally operated this Mercedes before.

Even if a car crash wouldn't kill a heroic spirit, the sight of such a erratic and high-speed sports car is still terrifying.

"How about that? My driving skills are pretty good, aren't they?"

Excited, Alice boasted without even realizing it.

"hehe."

"This is my favorite toy among all the toys Kiritsugu brought me. Before, I could only wander around the castle. This is the first time I've ever driven it so freely. It's simply amazing."

"A toy?"

Artoria murmured, then gave a bitter smile.

"883"

However, knowing Irisviel's background, she didn't try to stop her; perhaps this was one of Irisviel's few remaining sources of enjoyment.

On the way, the two chatted casually about the car, not even noticing that they were already violating traffic rules.

As Knight Wang Ran pondered the dangers of traveling by car and the risks of a one-on-one duel, she sensed a murderous aura approaching, causing her to instinctively furrow her brows.

"parking!"

"Eh"

Seeing that Alice was stunned and hadn't reacted, he decisively took the step and stepped on the brake.

Screech of brakes! A deep gash appeared on the ground.

Irisviel, leaning back with her eyes closed, squinted and vaguely saw a slightly bulky, large figure in the headlights. She couldn't help but tense up:

"Ah, yes."

Her beautiful eyes, sharp as knives, scrutinized the other person closely. The ancient and luxurious robes, predominantly black, looked like the attire of a medieval noble or aristocratic family.

However, against the backdrop of the makeup, those two unusually large and protruding eyes looked so eerie and out of place.

The other party's undisguised attitude left no room for doubt about their identity.

For a heroic spirit, a vehicle made of steel is as fragile as paper; staying inside might even cause the fuel tank to explode.

She might be fine then, but Irisviel, the homunculus, might not be able to withstand it. Thinking of this made her less decisive.

"Get out of the car! Alice, follow carefully behind me!"

"Um."

Nervous Irisviel obediently opened the car door, and the two of them stopped facing the Heroic Spirit ten meters away.

Currently, all other classes of Servants have already been summoned, and with Finn being summoned illegally, there are two of them, so this one should be it.

Based on this speculation, Guangrui, with his restrained aura, remained vigilant, constantly on guard against a sudden attack.

"But this guy doesn't seem to want to fight at all."

Looking at the other person's inexplicable joy, he felt a sense of bewilderment, as if he were both in love.

He was laughing for no apparent reason, so happy that tears were almost streaming down his face.

As if finding a long-lost friend, the guy who was clearly unsettling strangely displayed a pure and innocent smile of joy.

Just as they were filled with doubt, they did something even more unexpected.

He bowed respectfully, his voice and expression filled with fervor: "We've been waiting for a long time."

Welcome back, my Holy Maiden!

The saintess and Alice exchanged glances.

What is this title? In the Arthurian legend, King Arthur was always male, right? She also always acted as a man.

The title of "Saintess" has absolutely nothing to do with the Knight King, let alone the fact that she has no memory of him whatsoever.

Seeing this devout attitude, he felt too embarrassed to act directly, and instead explained seriously, "Sorry, you may have mistaken me for someone else."

"Ah, sob sob, how could you say such heartless things? Don't you really remember me?"

Her exaggerated expression and sorrowful tone irritated him, and his own tone became impatient: "In any case, this is our first meeting. I am the son of Uther Pendragon, the Knight King of Britain, not some saint you know."

There must be some reason why you've made a mistake. Since you have no intention of fighting, please stop obstructing us.

Unfortunately, her explanation not only failed to make the other person understand, but also caused them to break down even more, screaming in heartbreak and despair.

"Ahhh!"

"It is I, Gilles de Rais, your most loyal follower!"

"I have been looking forward to the day when I can see you again, and that is why I came to your side."

"Joan of Arc!!!"

Well, now they understood who the saint they were talking about was: Joan of Arc, the French saint. And the man's identity was now clear. Although they didn't understand his purpose in revealing himself, it was obvious that someone with such a spirit deserved the reputation of a heroic spirit, even though they vaguely knew that this man's past wasn't so good.

Or perhaps the prototype of the famous French Bluebeard was both a national hero and a criminal who committed heinous crimes. Grand Marshal Gillespie roared and questioned, "Damn gods! You not only erased Joan of Arc's memory, but you even drove her mad to deceive this woman who was so devout to you!"

The Saber King's eyes widened:

Does this thing not understand human speech?

In fact, those who possess mental pollution skills only have some difficulty communicating with normal people to a certain extent, but their minds themselves are not actually damaged.

His intense grief and indignation at this moment were genuine and not merely a matter of mood swings.

There is no doubt about the long-standing enmity between Britain and France.

The era in which Gilles and Joan of Arc fought coincided with the Hundred Years' War between England and France, a time of intense hatred.

Joan of Arc in his eyes

Yet she called herself the Queen of Britain. How ironic this was to Gilles! A girl who gave up everything to save her country and resolutely went to the battlefield, only to be betrayed by her country, actually believed herself to be from an enemy country after her death. This was the greatest mockery of Joan of Arc's devout faith.

If the person in front of him is indeed that saintess, then Giles's wrath, enough to set the world ablaze, is absolutely true.

Unfortunately, his eyesight with those big, fish-like eyes was really bad, and he completely mistook the person for someone else. Then, that person started a nonsensical exchange, which completely infuriated the King of the Fools.

Gilles, who clearly believed that the Holy Grail had already fulfilled his wish, was unwilling to believe that the person in front of him was not Joan of Arc. Even if she was a fake, he would hypnotize himself into believing that she was real. That kind of... eternal and unwavering obsession led him into a fantasy-like dialogue.

He believed the other party's denial was an attempt to evade the betrayal she suffered during her lifetime, and he deeply resented the "saint."

His/her identity.

So he decided to wake the other person! Just as he was about to lose control and chop someone up, a shuriken burning with flames illuminated the dark night, slicing through the air as it flew in.

With a whoosh, Giles, his hair standing on end, dodged awkwardly. The firelight that grazed his cheek left a dark, shallow mark on his face. The burning pain made him grimace and glare angrily in the direction of the sneak attack.

"who is it"

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Chapter 474 Evil Emperor Yuga, The Serpent of Time and Space 1/2

"Who is it!"

Giles, his conversation with the saint interrupted, flew into a rage, slamming his fists into the ground and creating several large craters.

The fact that even those with only the highest level of physical strength possessed such power, as discovered by Irisviel, gave her a new understanding of the might of Heroic Spirits. The battles that had previously unfolded together were probably just appetizers for those Heroic Spirits.

Even those who were injured were far from displaying their true strength.

Or rather, the true danger of a martial arts duel cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

As she sighed inwardly, she immediately looked in a certain direction.

Excellent intuition grants extraordinary sensitivity. A dark-skinned figure, dressed in a classic and memorable style, stands with his arms crossed and back to the crowd atop a streetlamp, a red scarf fluttering in the wind.

That aloof figure exuded loneliness and coldness, as if anyone who got too close would be silently beheaded.

Those from earlier times felt a strong sense of threat and unease, while Irisviel, a step behind, paused for a moment before covering her mouth in shock.

"This outfit!"

"Alice, did you recognize who that person was?"

Her delicate brows furrowed, oblivious to the madness.

The threat this person posed to her was far greater than this; it was simply impossible for her, unless he was a Heroic Spirit! She wouldn't have even entertained such a guess before meeting Finn.

The seven people are undoubtedly the rule of the Holy Grail War. The fact that the Master of Number One did not follow the rules and created Finn made her dissatisfied, but it also made her more suspicious.

Since there was already one unexpectedly disruptive Servant, it wouldn't be surprising to have another one.

"Who is he/she, and what is his/her identity?"

Staring at the pair of swords, Artoria couldn't help but speculate.

Perhaps because she had seen so many important people tonight, even though the other person's appearance was so memorable, it didn't surprise Irisviel for long.