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Chapter 25

Two more days have passed since Irisviel's surgery ended. Judging from the progress, the Holy Grail War has entered its fourth day.

The Holy Grail War has fallen into an eerie calm.

So far, no one has fallen.

For those in the know, this kind of weirdness is naturally within grasp.Whether it was Emiya Kiritsugu, Kotomine Kirei, or El-Mello, the monarch who strayed into the den of thieves, they all knew what the situation was now, not to mention Bai Ziqing who was the party involved.However, some people understand that there will be people in the fog, such as Weber and Iskandar, and Tokiomi Tosaka.

Kotomine Kirei did not tell Tohsaka Tokiomi, he thought Gilgamesh would naturally say it when he returned.

There is no doubt that Gilgamesh is not in the sequence of the uninformed, but this does not mean that Tokiomi Tohsaka will become the insider - the king has no interest at all, and will have to say a lot no matter how he looks at it. content to inform their Master.

Tohsaka Tokiomi was holding Kotomine Kirei and the Assassin, and Gilgamesh, the strongest card in his opinion for the time being, so he could hold his breath for the time being.But the little guy who stole the teacher's holy relic couldn't hold back.

"What's going on? Are these people still fighting the Holy Grail War? There's no movement at all. Could it be that everyone is waiting to see if it changes?" Weber scratched his head frantically.

At this time, Weber took another look at Iskandar who was eating senbei and studying the B2 bomber on TV: "Rider, don't you feel any nervousness..."

"This guy named B2 is really amazing! Hey, Master, I want to play with a ten, what do you think?"

"Are you joking?! The unit cost is 24 billion US dollars, which is almost three times that of gold in terms of the price per unit of weight, not to mention the cost of construction, and considering the profits of arms dealers, if there is this money, it is enough to buy another one. Small country! Speaking of which, isn't it a matter of the Holy Grail War, why... it hurts!"

With a click, Webb was thrown onto the bed by Iskandar who turned around.

"Idiot, it's natural to prepare for conquering the world - but then again, is it three times as much as gold? It's a bit difficult to solve the funding problem, or should I rob the country under my feet called Japan after the Holy Grail War is over?"

"Riderrrrr—!!!"

"I know I know, the Holy Grail War, right?" Iskandar scratched his head. "So, where is the enemy?"

"Huh?" Weber was taken aback.

"I said, Master, you are a magician, right? There is always a way to confirm the enemy's location, right, such as a familiar or something." Iskandar said, "Since everyone does not fight, then let the We attack."

"Hey???"

"Hey what, so boy, can you find the enemy? Yes, or not?"

"Yes, of course! Who do you think I am? I'm your Master. If you just find an enemy, I'll show you right away!" This battlefield is just to prove itself.

Soon Weber discovered the enemy through the familiar——

"The ring road, two cars. One is the Mercedes-Benz 300SL, the car of the Einzberen family, which was confirmed before, and the other is the McLaren F1, the car of the Berserker's master, which is now running at an incredible speed. Racing on the road!"

"Hahaha, isn't that just right?! Go, boy, arrange a shortcut for Yu to join in!"

"Hey?"

"Objection dismissed, let's go!"

The cow moo resounded through the sky of Fuyuki City again.

I don't know which carpenter repaired the bullock cart, and it roared and flew to the road in a straight line.

At the same time, on the Fuyuki Ring Road, the black McLaren F1 took the lead, galloping on the Fuyuki track with the same steady running style as the computer AI in racing games, and the people in the car could not even feel the speed fluctuations. shaking.

Right behind McLaren is the Mercedes-Benz 300SL from Einzbern.

The contestant, Ms. Alice Phil, was constantly looking for a breakthrough for overtaking, but McLaren in front seemed to have got her idea right. Whenever she turned the steering wheel, she moved laterally almost synchronously, and was always stuck in her right place. front.

"...Hey, hey, that thing is an F1 car, right? Is it really good to treat this kind of thing as a civilian car?"

Emiya was sitting in his foster mother's car, feeling Irisviel's unique skill, the lightning run. He was clearly a Servant who would never die in a car accident, but he was a little scared and gripped the grip tightly, for fear of falling. Something happened to me in an instant.

At this moment, Emiya would rather go and fight with Gilgamesh.

"No, it's the first McLaren sports car...although it's probably because it's used to involve racing cars, so it gives you the illusion that it's a racing car - of course I don't deny that it still belongs to F1. At the racing level, the carbon fiber body weight is only 1180kg, the 0-100km/h acceleration is 3.2 seconds, and the top speed is 375km/h. However, it is really a production sports car.”

"A production sports car with a speed of 375 kilometers per hour? Are you really kidding?"

"So didn't you say, McLaren used to be a professional racing car..."

Kiritsugu smoked a cigarette with a life-and-death expression on his face, and introduced his future adopted son to the other party's vehicle.And Emiya looked forward with a "no wonder it's like that" expression and looked forward to the vehicle that was always stuck in front of Irisviel, which could be described as "leisurely leisurely".

As a classic car from decades ago, Alice Phil's car has a top speed of only 260 kilometers per hour, and it lags far behind the previous car in terms of performance.

On the co-pilot in the front seat, the blue knight king's face looked much calmer than the two men in the back seat, but he still swallowed his saliva quietly.Suddenly, the swordsman noticed something strange: "Be careful!"

"That is—" Kiritsugu frowned.

"—Rider!" Emiya said straight.

Boom!

The thunderous masterpiece, the long-sounding divine ox pulling the ox cart and galloping in the sky, caught everyone's eyes.

"Hey! You people, who have such an interesting after-dinner exercise, don't even call me the king? Yu is Iskandar, Yu is Rider, no one is more suitable than me to race on the track and compete for speed."

"Iskander!"

The swordsman rolled down the car window and looked at the cavalry vigilantly, as if ready to jump out of the car door at any time.

At the same time, Emiya, who was in the car behind, also rolled down the window and aimed the arrow at the bullock cart in the air.