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This is a perfect opportunity!

As the King of Knights who has experienced hundreds of battles, she naturally caught this opportunity, but she just moved her hand and turned her head away with a calm expression as if she didn't notice anything.

However, just because a servant is noble does not mean that her master will also give up the opportunity to add insult to injury.

The crosswind is very strong, the crosshair is corrected three squares to the left, building wind, whirlwind from three wind directions... the crosshair is corrected one square to the right, the target is locked.

Hiding in the darkness, with three Command Seals imprinted on his right hand, the real Master, Emiya Kiritsugu, aimed at Waver's head and pulled the trigger.

Sparks shot out from Walter's gun.

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Chapter 45 The Lost Emiya Kiritsugu

Ward sniper rifle.

It was originally designed for Olympic shooting competitions, and its accuracy has reached the level of a semi-automatic sniper rifle. Since it has been discontinued long ago and the output is only 176 units, each one is worth about 90,000 US dollars.

For the magician killer who is a freak, this alien weapon really suits him perfectly.

The millimeter projectile was shot at Weber's forehead. If nothing unexpected happened, the young magician would have been easily penetrated through the head.

Even Weber himself realized his death at this moment.

finished?

Scenes of the past flashed by like a revolving lantern, and in the end, Weber had the urge to smile bitterly.

My past is really boring, boring, and so childish that it makes people laugh.

Coming to participate in the Holy Grail War simply out of anger is like running away from home and entering the war-torn Middle East - it is undoubtedly an act of seeking death.

Perhaps people can only realize something before death, but it is too late.

The bullet pierced the air, and the kiss of death was only one step away from him.

And the silver light pierced the air, and it blocked Webb's path first.

boom!

Sparks were flying, and the hard Cypriot sword knocked away the bullet. He also slapped Weber on the head due to the reaction force, just like a gentle finger snap from a certain king, lifting Weber from the dead. Wake up from the illusion.

What are you doing standing still, kid? Hurry up and defend! Iskandar shouted loudly while maintaining the action of throwing the dagger.

Oh, it hurts, it hurts! Weber covered a red mark on his forehead. Just as he had used his defensive magic, the sound of a submachine gun with a silencer firing came from another place.

There is more than one assassin!

Although the bullets are not as penetrating as Ward's, the overwhelming barrage is enough to completely tear a person's flesh and blood into pieces.

Why are you coming at me alone! Weber looked collapsed, but he did not give up resistance easily. Instead, he gritted his teeth and deployed new defensive magic.

Although the magic compartment was easily torn apart by bullets from modern thermal weapons, it also bought enough time for Weber.

Boom. There was a loud noise like a weight falling to the ground. Obviously, the momentum was beyond what Weber's small body could achieve. The next moment, Webber felt only the roar of the wind, and someone who landed before him put his arms around his waist, protecting him in his broad chest. He pulled out his dagger and swept towards the bullets with a stern expression.

The moment he was protected by Iskandar, Weber felt unprecedented peace of mind, but soon he came to his senses and realized the problem - without using the Noble Phantasm, Iskandar was nothing more than more powerful. How could he, a strong ancient soldier, escape unscathed from a modern gun!

When the words came to his lips, Weber's pupils shrank, and he was distracted by the splashing blood.

It is true that the Cypriot Sword cut off many projectiles, but after all, Iskandar is a king who leads his army to conquer, not a warrior with martial arts skills. He was unable to block a full thirty rounds of bullets.

For the remaining crisis, the red-haired strong man chose to block it in a simple way.

The muscle-bound arm was thick enough, like a small shield, enough to block the rain of bullets with insufficient stamina.

As a result, blood and flesh spattered, leaving dozens of horrifying holes on the arm belonging to the Conqueror King, and even smoke was sizzling out.

This is definitely not an effect that ordinary bullets can produce.

After being stunned for a moment, Weber quickly used healing magic to heal the injuries.

! How are you! In the end, Weber, who was still a student, was already crying, Idiot! You big fool!

Why are you panic! I am a servant, and this injury is not as serious as the plague when I was marching and fighting! Iskandar waved his hand, and the injury on his right arm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could even see the black energy. Threads overflowed, disappearing with the remaining resentment.

It's a bullet blessed with necromantic magic. Even though he was panicked for a moment, Weber was a top student in the Clock Tower after all, and he immediately recognized the source of the damage. It can break your magic. It seems that it has at least two additional bars. The spell...can you find the killer??

No, I'm not good at tracking down enemies. Iskandar lowered his head and looked at Weber, who seemed to have matured for a moment even though there were still tears in his eyes. He smiled and asked in a competitive tone, So, what should we do next, Master?

Weber, who was thinking about it, was not aware of the title. After pondering for a moment, he sighed helplessly: Although I am very unwilling to do so, let's retreat.

Perhaps because he was sharpened in the face of death, Weber said frankly: My presence will restrain you, and the cavalry with scruples will not be able to gallop on the battlefield.

At the end of the sentence, the thin Master was still a little downcast: I'm sorry, you must be very disappointed to meet a Master like me.

The heroic laughter interrupted his self-pity. Weber felt his body light up, and he was lifted up by Iskandar. With the rumbling thunder in the sky, the wheel of divine power came through the sky, carrying them towards Go far away.

The King of Conquerors will leave for the time being. Dear heroic spirits, please continue to enjoy this wonderful night!

Even if he left early, the Conqueror King still remained heroic, and the lights and shadows of swords in Warehouse Street also sluggish for a moment, as if saying goodbye.

Then the fight resumed.

The clearing target failed. According to the original plan, it will be transferred to target point two.

Reporting in a low voice through the Bluetooth headset, the woman named Kuu Maiya, the half-body of the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu, expressionlessly disassembled the AUG quickly, and then left in small steps.

But inevitably, I recalled the figure of the red-haired strong man, and the angry, lion-like eyes at that moment.

Heroic spirits... I'm afraid humans can't defeat them.

Kuu Maiya came to a conclusion calmly in her heart.

Only she and Kiritsugu knew what the bullet from the magazine previously fired was proving.

The cause can be traced back to the Winter City a year ago. Kuu Maiya was out collecting information during those days. When she came back, the man named Sakuyuki single-handedly destroyed the Einzbern family. The defeated young man had disappeared.

But his influence still remained - in his communication with the young man, Emiya Kiritsugu understood how powerless ordinary bullets and the weapons he was famous for were in the face of the truly strong.

Therefore, without Irisviel's knowledge, Emiya Kiritsugu and Kuu Maiya went out several times, and finally found a weirdo who was both a mercenary and a necromancer with the help of an intermediary - Lion Kai Boundary separation.

After paying nearly half of his wealth, Emiya Kiritsugu obtained a new magic gift in addition to the Origin Bullet - a magic bullet blessed with the resentment of the undead.

Judging from the injuries of the strong red man, these bullets can indeed cause some trouble to the servants.

This is enough - after all, the task of defeating the Servant does not belong to the Master.

At this moment, Kuu Maiya suddenly realized something, and his body suddenly stiffened.

Kiritsugu?

Until now, Bluetooth headsets that function normally have remained silent.

Emiya Kiritsugu.

no respond!

Chapter 46 Assassin died again!

above the building

The sniper failed.

After the shot was blocked by the sword, Emiya Kiritsugu knew that the plan to assassinate the Master had failed.

After all, the whole point of assassination is to take things by surprise. Once discovered, it wouldn't be called an assassination.

Humph, no one would think that carrying a big sword and slashing anyone on sight can be considered an assassination, right? That was really laughable.

As for Maiya's attack after that, it was nothing more than an experiment to confirm the effect of magic bullets. It would be an unexpected surprise if he could actually kill the Master.

Disassembling the firearm at an extremely fast speed, Emiya Kiritsugu looked cold and planned to evacuate the place before he could react.

Warning signs honed through life and death rose.

Ignoring the expensive parts, Emiya Kiritsugu threw the things in his hands, opened the magic circuit, and performed the only specialized magic he knew as quickly as possible.

,! (Inherent time control·double speed)

While ensuring that his combat power was maintained, the magic that squeezed his body was activated, and the inherent barrier in his body opened, causing Emiya Kiritsugu to turn around and jump back at a speed close to that of a servant, avoiding a flash of cold light like running water.

The black windbreaker opened its wings like a big bird, and then the wings were cut off and scattered in the wind.

Huh...huh... The ruptured blood vessels caused by the magic gave Emiya Kiritsugu the smell of blood in every breath. He squinted slightly, looked at the person standing in front of him, and slowly retracted his shorts. The heroic spirit of the dagger's shadow.

.

The person in front of me was wearing a skull mask and a coarse black robe. Who else could it be if it wasn't the one who was killed in full view of the public?

But now, the servant who had resurrected from death raised his murderous weapon towards him.

The murderous intention from the heroic spirit, the resistance to one's own death, the fear of the assassin who died and was resurrected several times... If it were anyone else, he would have collapsed under this unbearable pressure, right?

However, Emiya Kiritsugu is not this kind of person. In battle, he will only analyze and process information calmly like a machine, and find ways to defeat or kill the enemy.

It was precisely for this reason that when he appeared for the third time, he immediately overturned his original judgment and came to the conclusion:

So it turned out that he was not a Servant who escaped with his life in front of Tokiomi Tosaka's mansion, but a Servant who actually died twice, but existed in plural form?

If Sakusuki were here, he would definitely tell Kiritsugu with a smile

Congratulations, you got it.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the real name summoned by the priest Kotomine Kirei was [Hasan of the Hundred Faces], and her (his?) only Noble Phantasm, delusional illusion, was the reason for its elusive appearance.

Delusions

Grade: B+

Multiple souls exist in a single body. After dispersing one's own soul, one can exist in the physical world as multiple heroic spirits, splitting into up to 80 people, with the possibility of unconsciously expressing oneself.

In layman's terms, this skill is called schizophrenia. It can cause the multifaceted Hassan to split into eighty individuals, which are then scattered throughout Fuyuki City, monitoring every move of other combatants like a human camera. Because of the inherent nature of job agencies, The skill Aura Interception makes Hassan's surveillance almost undetectable (Zhuge Kongming:?).

Regardless of combat power, Hassan's functionality is crucial in the Holy Grail War, which focuses on intelligence warfare. In the original work, the blackened Kotomine Kirei relied on the information he brought to steal the Little Holy Grail Irisviel in just a few days, alienate Japan, drive Kariya Matou crazy, and almost win the Holy Grail War. victory.

Moreover, the so-called low combat power is only the result of horizontal comparison with servants from other job agencies.

In the face of ordinary magicians, even the weakest servants can easily tear them into pieces.

Like, right now.

Whoa. A subtle sound of breaking wind sounded, and a stone that could be seen everywhere on the ground flew out, shattering the pistol that Emiya Kiritsugu had just taken out of his pocket.