Second World Book

Princlin laughed at himself, he responded to the Holy Grail call, and came as a Servant, hoping to get the Holy Grail wish, rewriting his history of killing Franz Ferdinand.

As a minor student during his lifetime, he was a nationalist, with a strong sense of patriotism, and his wife was squandering five steps, but he never expected that his actions would bring such a tragic disaster to the world. Sick and dying in prison, he had endless remorse in his heart.

It is a pity that he participated in the holy grail war with sub-holy grail mechanism, rather than the real holy grail war, it is naturally impossible to make a wish, but is driven by the master as an angel.

"It turns out that it's no wonder that the magic power stored in the mantra is less than 1/10 of the real mantra. There is no big holy grail, but is it a simple killing game between magicians, it is really boring!" Lin Mo heard it. Lin Xilin's words sneered, and he has roughly analyzed what is going on, but how the Holy Grail principle flows out, and it seems that it is still flooding, and even modern followers can be dug out to participate in the battle.

It is not Lin Mo who wears colored glasses to treat modern followers, but in modern times, with the advancement of science and technology, personal heroic force has been completely replaced by formal cooperation, and without personal heroic legends, sublimation treasures are very difficult, and mysterious decline is even more Make up a knife fiercely.

Princillin said slightly: "How is it? Have you considered it? Join me! Although I am not a qualified Assassin, our intelligence work on this side is the most complete and powerful. This time Victory must belong to us."

"I don't understand!" Lin Mo raised his hand to hold his forehead and looked at Princlin Road with the eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children: "Since there is no Holy Grail, what is the significance of victory? Just for the magicians to sell their lives, willingly Be a loyal dog?"

"What... how can you say such a thing... yes, you killed your lord. Sure enough, you are actually a crooked way!" Princlin sensed Lin Mo's contempt and didn't cooperate at all, pulled out The black pistol pointed at Lin Mo and shouted.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Although you are a killer, but you are just a hero. In that kind of bad environment, not many people have the courage to pierce you, even young impulses." Lin Mo The anger of the other party suddenly realized that, unlike the traditional assassin, this one was in front of a large crowd, no, to be precise, before the assassination was completed, he was just an ordinary student.

"Another point is that your Master is very unprofessional, and even heads up in an unknown situation."

"Papa Pa!" The sound of applause came, and a middle-aged man in a black suit with sharp edges came in from the door.

"Raj also had a little means to destroy the enchantments and traps he set up. But—"

"It's so stupid that it's so ugly and stupid that it was cut off by my own angel."

The voice of the middle-aged man came in with a sense of superiority and disdain for the dead Raj, and immediately used the aristocratic post-court arrogantly said: "I am the magician of the clock tower, the unknown Archer, become my Servant to fight for me, If it is not an excessive request, as a noble, I will promise you."

"Sounds like a reward! Well, Princlin, what did your'swearing him' promise you?" Lin Mo smiled disdainfully and asked Princillin.

Princlin hesitated and said, "I publish a letter for me, a letter of apology."

Since he could not get the Holy Grail wish, then Princlin could only retreat, even if it was not substantial, but he still wanted to apologize once to the world, this was his last wish.

"You are really a tragic hero." Lin Mo commented, and immediately looked at the magician from the clock tower.

"It seems that you are well prepared. Assassin is losing money on the front, but it is a good hand against the magician, and he has two followers to establish the chance of winning. I am right."

"It was actually seen through at a glance, but as far as I know, the idiot should get the holy relics from Africa, and the Eastern followers were actually called.

Even as an Archer, if you don’t want to disappear, it’s ideal to cooperate with me! "The magician said Lin Mo's confident tone.

"Huh, it's really arrogant! What if I say no?"

"If you refuse, you can only regret to send you back to the heroic seat. How much power can you exert if you lose the master?"

"Then let you see a little bit better." Lin Mo made a move, and the gold axe cut on the eaves seemed to be attracted. He whirled back and fell back into his hands.

"Not good--" Princlin's pupil shrank, and his hand was a shot.

"boom--!"

"When!" The bullet was blocked by the face of the gold axe. At the next moment, Lin Mo rushed to Princlin.

"It's so fast!" Principe's complexion changed suddenly. The opponent was not an archer who actually played melee... He hated the archers of the first generation and did not do business.

"Assassin killed him with a treasure." The magician shouted, since his face was torn, there was no need to show mercy.

"But..." Princillin was a little reluctant, but felt the master's determined tone and had to gritt his teeth to launch: "My gun must be the fuse that triggered the world war-[Disaster Bomb]!"

With a slam shot, Lin Mo shot with an axe and Duang shot a bullet out.

"Ah--" the magician cried miserably. A hole in the abdomen was broken in the abdomen, and blood and internal organs were flowing down.

"Master!" Principe looked back and was horrified. How could he not think that his treasure had killed his lord.

"Fight against me, can you still be distracted? Although it is the same to me, you are at best a miscellaneous soldier... Oh, yes, this time I came not to Archer, but to GrandForeigner, next time I will brighten my eyes a little!"

Lin Mo had arrived in front of Princlin. The golden light flickered and plopped, slashing Assassin from his shoulder to the other side at an angle of 45 degrees, violently split in half.

"It turned out to be GrandForei... what..." Princlin heard the expression with endless consternation and smirk. How much luck should he have before he could meet the title follower, the mortal body in the holy war of subspecies Before it fell to the ground, it turned into a light spot in the air and disappeared...

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