Emiya Ilya

Chapter 24 1-24. Transfer
"Pierce through! <Rhongomiant>!!"

"<Pseudo·Sandalphon>——[The Last Sword]"

The next moment the huge blade and the gun of light collided.

The collision of the two created a huge shock wave, and a strong wind burst from the center of their collision.

The ground trembled, the ground was torn apart, and gravel was thrown up.

'Oops! ? '

Allen screamed in his heart that it was not good, but he didn't expect the movement to be so loud.

This operation only used magic to hint at the nearby residents, and there were none at all farther away. It is obviously too late to expand the scope now.

Who would have thought that the elf—<Faker (forger)> would appear suddenly.

But the next moment Allen worried about being exposed was quickly resolved, although it was her rapid defeat.

"Trace on"

The young girl——Illya had a smug smile on her immature face.

"<False · Keke Emperor (Zafkiel)>"

Behind the girl appeared a huge Roman numeral clock with a diameter of more than 3 meters.

Seeing the sudden change in the other party, Allen, who was sensitive, knew something was wrong.

How can a woman who can stand at the fixed point of the world magician (Wizard) be weak? !Its responsiveness and magic are second to none.

But no quick reaction can match an instant.

Before Allen could make any moves, the red figure in front of him suddenly disappeared...

"boom--!!!"

Instead of disappearing, it suddenly came behind the pale blond girl Allen, and the giant sword in her hand became a short and a long ancient pistol and ancient rifle.

Ilya, who suddenly came to Allen's back, shot him with the ancient rifle in her hand.

"The Seventh Bullet (P Zayin)!"

Ok!It's okay to hit the opponent first and then call the move name!

No one said that you must call out the name of the move before firing the dark gun! ?In fact, I didn't even want to shout, it was too embarrassing. (/ω＼)
But also very handsome. ＼（￣︶￣）／
Allen, who was hit by the black shadow-like bullets fired by the ancient rifle, paused in the air full of disobedience.

Although there is no wind, his hair keeps flying, like a statue, time stays at that moment forever.

Adhering to the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, the weapon in Illya's hands changed again——

The left hand is holding a dark bow, very simple and without too much decoration, it looks like a western bow.

"Pseudo Spiral Sword (Caladbolg II)!"

In his right hand, he held a strange sword with a spiral body, which suddenly became slender when the sword approached the bow.

Just like that, the girl put it on the bow. It was hard to imagine that it was an arrow, at least it was shot by the girl as an arrow.

"Broken Phantasm!"

"boom--!!!"

When the arrow (?) approached Allen, there was a sudden explosion.

……

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magic--

Transfer!

One of the magics that was imported into Illya since she was born. Although there are many magics, in the battle of Heroic Spirits, Einsbern's offensive magic is basically useless at all.

Only this magic - transfer!
As an auxiliary combat skill, it is quite good, and it can often have unexpected effects.

Facing an opponent of Allen's level, Ilya said that from the beginning, she had no intention of confronting the opponent head-on. She took out a giant sword and the opponent really thought that she was going to fight her. (The truth is that we just met each other)

After all, if this trick is not deep, the opponent may not necessarily fall. (￣y▽￣)~
Although the other party's brains are very powerful, Ilya (Old Si Ji) is more experienced than others.

As for the Seventh Bullet (P·Zayin), this trick consumes a lot of spiritual power, and it cannot be used multiple times (the old Siji will be drained by it) but if the enemy only uses one, hehe~(*￣︶￣)
rub rub~
However, there are too many angels (treasures) projected this time, and even the heroic spirit Emiya (Illya) has A-level magic power (old Siji) and it is a bit overwhelming (unable to control).

"Okay, solve it!"

Illya turned her head and said to Shiori who was not far away with a confused face.

Hearing the other party's words, Shiori also came out of his astonishment, and then...

"Ten Fragrant!"

"Ah!???!!" ∑(￣□￣;)
"Is there any more of this person?"

.........

……

...

"Hehe~"

The middle-aged man in a black men's suit smiled sincerely when he saw the elf <Princess> imprisoned on the chair, with dull ash-blonde hair.

(End of this chapter)