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Fate/ Zero : Flugel follows the war

Synopsis: Matou Kariya was always nicknamed the Cripple, Failed as a magus, Failed in his love, failed, failed and failed; that's Kariya's life, but what if the turning point changed when he tried to take part in the cruel holy grail war, because of his good intentions to save Sakura he was given help by the gods, instead of summoning a mad knight, he instead summoned a Flugel, -and his name is Jibril. The final unit created by the god of war Artohs who was given the title “Imperfection”

kirigaya_afi · Anime & Comics
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29 Chs

1. A flawed creation

In Elkia, the last kingdom of humans or what we could call immanity

There is a place called the royal library which is now controlled by someone from another race

Which is called FLUGEL.

 

She had long purple-pink hair that reached her knees and two white wings that stood out near her hips. His pupils are purple surrounded by golden irises accompanied by cross-shaped pupils. His ears are wing-shaped and he also has a halo on top of his head. She also has a slim and sexy body, having the physique of a 17-18 year old child but is actually much older.

 

As a member of the Flügel race, he is truly immortal, having an infinite lifespan: immune to all illnesses, diseases, disorders, poisons, filth, and physical and/or mental disorders; he is completely independent; will never age and is almost immune to all harm as shown when he was shot by the Elves and he simply fell from his flight path, but is physically unharmed, and even if he is injured he can regenerate from any injury.

 

Who is he? His name was JIBRIL, the last and most powerful Flügel created by Artosh. As an "Extraordinary Unit" created to answer the paradox between the strong and the weak, he is blessed with the gift of "imperfection" and thus constantly challenges the norm. Due to his habit of taking risky moves and challenging opponents much stronger than himself, he often requires the Rite of Restoration to regain his strength.

 

"Ah, bored, these books are starting to bore me. If only there was an artifact that could grant wishes as easily as turning the palm of my hand then I would like to ask for war."

 

In the deepest corner of the library, a black and worn book began to emit a purplish light and suddenly the girl lying on the table disappeared somewhere.