Gilgamesh returned to his original world alone, standing in the same place as if he had never left.
Turning his head, he looked at Tohsaka Tokiomi, who was not far away and was still preparing to attack Weber after the attendant disappeared.
Just when Gilgamesh was about to stop him, he raised his eyebrows and shot out a treasure trove.
"clang!"
The thrown sword Noble Phantasm collided with a bright red spear that was shot at Tokiomi Tohsaka. The two Noble Phantasms flew out separately. The bright red spear was caught by Diarmuid, and Kenneth jumped from his Walked by.
"Rider..."
Weber was still in the sad mood of Iskandar's death, when his collar was suddenly lifted by the Moon Spirit Essence reaching out from behind.
"It's really shameful for you to be influenced like this by the servant you summoned!"
Weber looked at Kenneth with tears in his eyes, dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he bit his lip and said nothing. He didn't want to say anything to the always mean Clock Tower dean.
This person will never understand that Iskandar is more than just a summoned follower to him. He is more like an elder who encourages him and teaches him life experiences and principles.
"Good evening, Lord El-Melloi!" Tokiomi Tosaka, although he was almost attacked by Diarmuid's Red Rose, still maintained his grace and greeted Kenneth.
"This student of mine is quite well taken care of by you."
"I've heard that most of the factions in the Clock Tower are very protective of their shortcomings, but can students like you who were misplaced be included in this group?"
"When a student makes a mistake, I, as the tutor, will punish him. As for you dealing with him, that's another matter."
Weber was surprised. He didn't expect that Kenneth, the mean dean, would actually protect him at this time. But before he could say anything, he was completely thrown behind by the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.
Kenneth said to him without looking back: "If you don't want to die, hide as far away as you can!"
Kenneth pulled up his sleeves. When he saw the gray mark on the other person's arm, Tokiomi Tosaka's eyes narrowed: "This is..."
"Lancer, go deal with Archer over there."
"yes."
"Pseudo Command Spell Strengthening."
As the gray marks on Kenneth's right arm disappeared one by one, a powerful magical aura emerged from Diarmuid's body.
"I see, did you obtain the Matou family's original information on the Holy Grail Command Spell?"
"Time, replenish my magic power." Gilgamesh crossed his arms, looked at Diarmuid who came to his side, and ordered Tokiomi Tosaka.
Tokiomi Tosaka didn't hesitate, and a command spell disappeared from the back of his hand. The magic power that Gilgamesh had just consumed in the battle with Iskandar was immediately replenished to a full state.
. . . .
"I thought that in this Holy Grail War, except for the King of Conquerors, everyone else was just like a bunch of fish, but I didn't expect that among the fish, there would also be aliens like you?!"
"Archer, I am ordered by the Lord to deal with you here."
"Zayu, although you gave me a little surprise, but..."
Before Gilgamesh could finish his words, Diarmuid on the opposite side moved. His body, which had been strengthened by many magics, exploded with terrifying speed in an instant.
The Noble Phantasm blocked his path, but the speed of the projectile was too slow compared to his sprinting speed, so it was either swept past first or easily dodged.
The bright red spear danced, slashing towards the neck of the person in front, pulling the chain, but this time it was not the enemy, but Gilgamesh himself. His body was pulled back by the chain of heaven at high speed.
The red rose suddenly flew into the air and landed on the concrete floor next to it. A sharp hissing sound was heard, no less noisy than the explosion of a grenade. The tip of the gun drew an arc crack several meters long and several inches deep on the ground. .
"But big talk, it's best to say it when you can hurt me, assuming you can do it?" Gilgamesh, who fell far away, smiled and said the next paragraph.
"Really, but you are already injured!" Diarmuid nodded on the left side of his face.
Gilgamesh was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch the left side of his face, and discovered that his cheek under the corner of his eye had been injured. Even though it was only a very slight wound, only a trace of insignificant blood flowed from it.
Gilgamesh's mood suddenly became a little bad, as if a koi suddenly jumped out of the fish and surprised him, but before this surprise reached a certain pleasure threshold that allowed him to tolerate discomfort, he The koi fish sprayed water on his face, making him look very embarrassed and a little stupid.
"You guy..." The ancient king became a little angry when he failed to show off and was slapped in the face.
"Your chains have been exposed. Next time I will take into account the distance you retreated, and then..." Diarmuid attacked again, and the development was exactly the same as before. The Noble Phantasm thrown by Gilgamesh , there was no way he could hit him at such an amazing speed. He waved his bright red spear and added the second half in his mind:
"clang!"
However, the spear was blocked. Diarmuid quickly retreated, but his waist was still scratched by a white dagger. Although it was only scratched on the surface of the skin, it still brought out a trace of visual blood. flower.
He continued to dodge the pursuing Noble Phantasms. When the pursuing Noble Phantasms stopped bombarding him, Diarmuid's figure had fallen to the open space in the distance. When he looked up, he saw Archer over there. He took out a pair of swords, one black and one white.
"Zhaoyu, you've angered me a little bit, then I'll be a little more serious and play this fighting game with you!"
Gilgamesh held the male and female swords in his hands and walked towards Diarmuid step by step.
Archer, actually going to fight him in close combat? !
When the prototype of Ganjiang Moye collided with Red and Yellow Rose, the two figures fought fiercely together, and Gilgamesh actually did not fall behind.
But this is also a natural result. The ancient king is just used to throwing things to deal with his enemies. It does not mean that he cannot fight in close combat.
On the contrary, not only can he fight in close combat, but he is also very skilled in close combat. As a two-thirds god, Gilgamesh's strength and physical qualities are much higher than those of ordinary heroic spirits.
Even though Diarmuid's body has been strengthened by magic many times, his current strength is only equivalent to him. Only his speed can slightly surpass Gilgamesh, but only a little.
With the help of the ability to open treasure houses and throw treasure phantoms at any time, Gilgamesh is not worth the spearmen in front of him.
. . . .
The battle was going on here, but Tokiomi Tokiomi and Kenneth's side were also blazing with flames.
Kenneth is good at summoning, alchemy, and séance, while Tokiomi Tohsaka is good at fire elemental magic and various gem magic.
When these two high-level magicians fought, the scene was even more gorgeous and cool than the fight between their servants.
I saw that monsters and evil spirits from different dimensions were summoned one after another, and the hot elemental fire dragon swept those monsters and evil spirits. The moon spirit marrow was liquefied into a sharp blade, cutting off the raging flame dragon, and the bright gems The magic blooms, resisting the edge of the mercury gift...
The fight between the two was full of excitement and full of special effects!
. . . .
At the same time, after Iskandar's defeat, his soul was recovered by the Little Holy Grail. However, some changes occurred in the Little Holy Grail, which was located in the center of the link spell formation in the citizens' hall.
Here, unseen by no one, a liquid as thick as black mud emerged from the bottom of the cup little by little, eager to recover the separated magic power. A strange frequency signal suddenly increased in intensity.
. . . .
At night, the boy, who of course had not gone out to fool around, was playing small games on the bed with the girl in the room.
What kind of mini-game is it specifically? It's probably a hero-playing game in which the messenger of justice fights the villain.
He plays the big bad guy and knocks down Sakura, and then the girl gently hits him on the head with her little fist of justice. Then he pretends to be defeated and retreats in defeat...
Okay, this sounds childish, but for Sakura, who is now only five years old, she is having fun and having fun.
The white and tender feet were pressed against the boy's face, and Wu Ken could smell the smell of hotel shower gel on the girl's feet not long after she took a shower.
"The feet of the righteous partners are going to be eaten by the bad guys!" Wu Ke opened his mouth and made a gesture of preparing to bite the girl's white and tender feet, which made the girl lying on the bed giggle. laughter.
Sakura was not afraid of him at all, and moved her other foot randomly: "I am willing to be eaten by Brother Wu Ke!"
Wu Ke grabbed her flailing little feet, put them together in front of his mouth, and continued to pretend to scare: "I'm telling the truth this time..."
Only halfway through speaking, Wu Keyi let go and suddenly raised his right wrist.
"What's wrong?"
The game suddenly stopped. Sakura was a little surprised and asked directly.
"This thing seems to be getting hot?!"
Wu Ke pointed to the red seal on the back of his right hand and answered with a slight frown.
"Isn't it hot?"
Sakura tried touching the back of his hand, but she became even more confused.
Wu Ke also felt a little strange. Logically speaking, even if he put his hand on the fire, the local temperature would tend to be balanced.
Because excess heat will only be dissipated throughout the body, it will be instinctively broken down and absorbed by the cells in the body before it is overheated, and stored as backup energy for the body.
But now, Wu Ke not only felt hot, but also felt an inexplicable palpitation. This palpitation came inexplicably, but it was like a cat seeing a yarn ball or a canine seeing a bone stick. But my body is getting ready to move...
It was different from the surging sense of justice that drove him to action before. This was more like his body's independent desire for some powerful power that once filled itself...
After carefully feeling it, Wu Ke felt that this was a bit similar to himself. The strange feeling that appeared on his body when he fought the super-large octopus monster was a bit like being added to it by the thoughts of many people. That feeling on my body...
"No, Sakura, I have to go out and take a look."
"Hey, now?"
"Well, I guess there might be some big bad guy who invaded this peaceful city!"
Wu Ke picked up the new SurperBoy combat suit. This suit was much more handsome than the previous suit. It was mainly gray-blue, and the SB on the chest was printed with silver-iron texture paint.
Wu Ke asked while changing clothes: "Sakura, is it okay for you to stay in the room alone? Otherwise, go up and stay with Miss Sora!"
Sakura spread her fingers, covered her eyes as if she hadn't covered them, and shook her little head in response: "It's okay for me to be alone, I'll turn on the light and wait for my brother!"
"Then I'll go early and come back early. If I come back late, you should go to bed first and don't stay up past 11 o'clock."
Wu Ke rubbed the girl's little head, opened the balcony door and jumped directly from the roof. His figure quickly flew through the tall buildings in the city under the night sky.
The bright red seal on the back of his right hand was like a temperature compass, vaguely guiding him in one direction.
. . . .
In the citizens' hall, the battle between Arturia and the Hassan's is still going on. In terms of ability value alone, this Knight King is far higher than any individual Hassan, but the Hassan's are not fighting with her at all. Playing the front, just surrounding her, constantly throwing daggers at her, engaging in sneak attacks and other behaviors.
Therefore, until now, the female knight has only eliminated five Hassan, and she still used the method of strong attack and exchanging injuries for lives.
Hassan and the others are very careful and have experience in hunting. They know how to keep a safe distance from dangerous enemies. Although a few more people were killed, their gradual familiarity with Saber's methods allowed them to constantly adjust the safe distance.
After knocking away an incoming dart attack, Artoria had an idea and rushed out of the narrow corridor.
The main reason why these guys dare not attack rashly is because the geographical environment here is not conducive to their guerrilla activities.
Arturia ran towards an exhibition room she passed before. There was enough open space in that room. When she passed there just now, the guys around her dared to attack her.
"What did she want to do by running back?"
Hassan and the others couldn't figure out what the knight girl wanted to do, so they were very cautious, but no matter how cautious they were, it was useless. These guys finally followed Arturia and entered the exhibition room.
"Wind King's barrier, unfold."
The door was blown shut, and in the airtight space, a violent air flow suddenly surged from the holy sword.
In the disturbing strong wind, Hassan's movement was suddenly hindered, but the knight girl who had been blessed by the elves was not affected by the strong wind.
Artoria didn't hesitate at all. She knew that after using this trick once, the black-robed guys around them would learn experience and not be fooled again, so there was only one chance to launch a massive attack, and that was now!
Her figure flashed, and sword rays struck out. Several of the Hasans who were caught off guard were killed in one fell swoop.
"Bang~"
Not long after, the closed door was kicked to pieces, and several figures in black robes evacuated from inside.
"Fuck, we were tricked by her again!"
"This is a battle method, a correct way to fight against enemies that are more agile and more numerous than yourself." The knight girl argued righteously from behind.
Dragging the glorious holy sword in her hand, she chased and slashed at her from behind. Like a goose rushing into a flock of chickens, the few remaining Hassan scattered like chickens and dogs!
. . . .
At the same time, in the underground space of the Citizen's Hall, Emiya Kiritsugu stopped and looked at each other with the very embarrassed Kotomine Kirei who was following closely behind.
