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Police station parking lot.
Several police cars were flying in the air, and Jesta kicked one of them hard.
Hansa cut the police car that Jesta kicked into two pieces, and took the opportunity to throw a few black keys from the broken part of the car body.
Jesta caught the blade with his bare hands, ignoring the blood and smoke flowing out of his hands, and laughed arrogantly: "There are spectators watching the fun, don't you care about the confidentiality of the Holy Grail War?"
Facing the question raised by the Dead Apostle in front of him, Hansa smiled, jumped to a higher place on the police car, and replied: "This work has nothing to do with the Holy Grail War, so there is no problem." xь.
In fact, it was very problematic from a church perspective, but Hansa may have already thought of a countermeasure, so even after feeling the attention of the onlookers, he still looked calm and calm.
"In order to get rid of me, are you willing to give up the mission of the supervisor? I repeat, I am the master, and I am the one you should protect." Jesta reminded again, with the same faint smile on his face.
However, Hansa didn't care about this and shrugged slightly: "...The reason why the church wants to interfere in the Holy Grail War is to hide the miracle and protect the peace of mankind. Is it a derelict church supervisor to agree that vampires are qualified to obtain this miracle?"
"You actually want to kill me so much. Could it be that the Dead Apostles have killed your relatives or lovers before?" Jesta was speechless at this. He did not want to conflict with the priest in front of him if it was not necessary.
But his words sounded more like a provocation to Hansa.
So, Hansa mercilessly threw out a few black keys, and after they landed on the ground, he replied: "Although my people were indeed killed by the Death Apostles... But to be honest, I don't hate you for this." .”
While Hansa transformed the new black key into a physical blade, he calmly explained the reason for his fight: "I don't hate all vampires. In fact, I don't do this job because I hate vampires or worship the Lord. This is also the reason why others say I am not qualified to be a substitute."
"Then why do you want to kill me so much? What's the point of our fight?"
The gasoline leaking from the police car ignited, and the two men were instantly involved in the flames.
It was now before dawn, and the number of onlookers was growing, but the eye-catching fire made it easier to hide their presence.
"Everything you say and do looks like a bad person. Is this a good enough reason?" Hansa smiled and came up with such a reason.
"Really? Then you are really a good person?? However, your words and deeds make me very irritated. I don't feel the slightest belief from you. You are just chasing the assassin aimlessly. Your ugly appearance is completely different from that beautiful assassin." Although Jesta raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes when she looked at Hansa were full of disgust, and her words were full of sarcasm.
Hansa turned a blind eye to the hostility of the Death Apostles and retorted: "If you are the kind of Death Apostle who is willing to suppress his impulses and live a quiet and reserved life, I wouldn't mind letting you go. Speaking of which, I have I heard that some Death Apostles will rebel against their instincts and stubbornly make human food... Is this true?"
"how could I know!"
The smile disappeared from Jesta's face. He opened his arms and quickly crossed them in front of him.
The blood flowing from his hands bloomed in the air. At the same time, a strong wind swirled into a small tornado.
Then, I don't know if it was some kind of magic or some kind of ability - the surrounding flames "fused" with the wind.
Unlike fire that burns stronger and stronger with the help of wind, the flowing air directly turns into flames, and the red tornado sweeps towards Hansa.
"snort……"
Hansa's face lost the smile for the first time, and he avoided the tornado by a hair's breadth. In the steaming air, Hansa looked for Jesta's figure, but the dead apostle was no longer where he was just now.
Where did you go?
Hansa was confused and looked around.
Jesta did not let go of this momentary flaw. he from
A hand reached out from the flame tornado and grabbed Hansa's arm.
"caught you!"
Jesta used arm strength that was unmatched by ordinary people to pull Hansa towards him, and tried to pierce his neck with his other hand.
Before Hansa can wave the Black Key with his free hand, Jesta will send him on his way with his sword.
Jesta was confident that his attack would definitely succeed, but the next moment, he gave up the attack.
Because Hansa made a counterattack that was beyond Jesta's expectations.
"Click" - mechanical sound vibrating Jesta's eardrum.
After a moment, Jesta was shocked to realize that the hand he had just held on to Hansa had loosened his grip.
No, to be precise, it was forcibly stripped away. Because all five of his fingers were cut off by a sharp blade that slipped out of nowhere.
"Tsk!"
Jesta took a big step back and stared at Hansa who slowly picked up the black key.
Only then did he see a hole in the priest's sleeve, and a blade with the same properties as the black key protruded from his arm.
Can normal people have blades growing out of their arms?
Of course not.
This is not a human arm at all, but a robotic arm!
"Bastard...is this a prosthetic hand?"
"Didn't I say that? I usually have to deal with monsters like you, so 70% of my body is a consecrated mechanism." Hansa replied matter-of-factly.
"It's surprising. I didn't expect the church to have such technology." Jesta frowned slightly.
"The church is a compass that guides people forward. Isn't it natural to collect all kinds of the most advanced technologies and secrets? But I don't know whether this is the case." Hansa replied nonchalantly, while guarding against the recurrence of what happened just now. .
It was indeed thrilling just now. If his body hadn't been different from ordinary people, he might have been succeeded by the Dead Apostle in front of him.
At the same time, Hansa discovered that Jesta's finger, which he had just cut off, had been reattached to Jesta's hand at some point.
Hansa thought that this was the Death Apostles' unique physical recovery ability, but Jesta's treatment method seemed to be different from the Death Apostles he had dealt with before.
"The wind just now and the power to restore your hand...are these your abilities?"
"I'm sorry, I'm a coward and don't dare to brag about my abilities." After staring at Hansa with disgust for a moment, Jesta thrust his hand into the burning police car next to him and directly grabbed the car shell.
He easily lifted the car and hit Hansa hard like he was throwing a baseball.
Hansa raised one leg to block it, and then kicked the body back hard with the power of the magic mechanical spring installed on his lower body.
The Dead Apostle jumped over the car and ran upwards along the police station building.
The priest followed without hesitation and started running vertically on the police station building. Judging from the deep marks left on the wall he ran through, I'm afraid he must have used some kind of mechanism - but even so, it was a feat that ordinary people could not accomplish in their lifetime.
As soon as he reached the roof of the building, Hansa was baptized with a submachine gun.
I don’t know when Jesta got it from the equipment of the police special forces. In short, he is now holding a submachine gun and shooting at Hansa with great vigor.
And in his other hand, he was holding a shotgun that was also obtained from the police. The two guns together released a hail of bullets that could turn ordinary people into pulp.
However, faced with such fierce barrage fire, Hansa didn't even use the black key. He only saw his body twisting like hot air, and knocked down some of the bullets with his bare hands. At the same time, his body flashed and he dodged. Another part of the attack.
Seeing the priest walking in the hail of bullets but not injured at all, Jesta felt like he had seen a scene like an action movie. He expressed his appreciation frankly: "I see, that's it, you have beaten me so far." He is considered to be the best among the agents we deal with!”
"Even if you flatter me, I will not show mercy." Hansa smiled and approached again.
"I just
Just tell the truth. Look at your skills... Are you the legendary person who buried the institution? "Jesta asked.
The Burial Agency is an organization composed of elites among agents. The members who can enter this organization have the strength to fight against the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors", known as the strongest vampire species, and some can even destroy them single-handedly. In the eyes of the Dead Apostles, they are like a legend, a very scary group of people who need to be vigilant.
Jesta had no idea how many agents he had defeated before, but compared with this man named Hansa, they were like babies.
In order to show respect to the other party, Jesta mentioned the burial mechanism.
But Hansa suppressed his calm smile, frowned slightly and said, "Burial mechanism? Are you talking about me?"
He looked at Jesta in front of him and shook his head helplessly, as if to say, "You don't understand anything."
"You are really a corpse who knows how to joke. My little skills can't even match the hair of those big shots. No, I'm not even qualified to stand on the same ground as them."
"What?" Jesta frowned upon hearing this.
If you are being modest, there is no need to belittle yourself like this, right?
Or is the priest in front of me serious?
Seeing Jesta's brows furrowed, Hansa continued calmly: "I do have the ability to cause you as much damage as a nuclear bomb or a chemical weapon, but the weapons created by humans are far inferior to those who are walking in the Lord's footsteps. The masters behind them! Each of them performs miracles that can make the heaven and earth collapse. Using the power of the Lord to defeat the evil that invades the Lord's domain is the ultimate scope of their responsibilities as agents. Take me and them To compare is simply insulting them."
"Really? That's really scary." Jesta smiled in complete disbelief.
He had never met someone who had buried an institution, so he naturally didn't know whether the priest in front of him was serious or was exaggerating, but it didn't matter.
He tensed his body again, preparing to meet the attack of the priest in front of him.
Yes, Hansa is preparing to attack.
And unlike before, it seemed that he was a little angry because the Dead Apostle in front of him actually questioned his faith.
This time, he adjusted his breathing, put on a very serious posture, and said, "What you are invading is just the human domain, so - I will use human power to attack you!"
The Hansa pose looks like some kind of martial art.
Seeing this, Jesta suddenly felt like all the cells in his body were trembling.
"I see, let's get serious about it from now on."
Jesta thinks that he may not lose, but if he doesn't use all his strength, he may not be able to defeat this man.
But... it would not be good to reveal your trump card to other magicians and heroic spirits at the beginning of the Holy Grail War.
Who knows if the enemy has sent a familiar to keep an eye on him.
If it's just like the group of policemen who only rely on Noble Phantasms to fight, I'm afraid that the other party is a truly powerful magician. Exposing all your abilities in front of them is tantamount to telling others that you have Where is the weakness.
In addition, the view that Jesta saw from the rooftop also became one of the reasons for his hesitation.
The night sky in the east has begun to recede and gradually turn white. In other words, this space will usher in "morning" soon.
After much deliberation, Jesta decided to retreat temporarily.
"I'm sorry, the time is almost up. I'll just treat it like I'm here to say hello today."
After saying that, Jesta gave up the attack, turned around and jumped to the hotel next to her.
However, Hansa, who had adjusted his breath and prepared to fight seriously, would not let him leave so easily.
"Don't even try to escape."
Along with the harsh mechanical sound, Hansa's right arm suddenly reached out to Jesta.
In his hand he held the black key that reappeared, stabbing out like a sharp fork
. His arms were like the tongue of a frog, and he was about to catch the man jumping towards the hotel.
But the robotic arm stopped when it almost touched the man.
The distance seems to have reached its limit.
Jesta subconsciously twisted her body in the air to assume a defensive posture, but after seeing that the other party could not reach her, a relieved smile appeared on her face.
However, this smile only lasted a moment.
With a "click" sound, Hansa's outstretched arm was broken at the wrist - something shot out from the hole in the section at lightning speed.
"What……"
By the time Jesta realized it was a grenade-like bomb, it was too late.
The priest had a successful smile on his face, as if he was saying sarcastically to him, "Times have changed."
Before he had time to complain about the priest's lack of martial ethics, the warhead filled with holy water had already pierced his abdomen and exploded with a loud bang.
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Parking lot at the back of the police station.
"……what is that?"
Ayaka and the swordsman escaped from the back door of the police station to the parking lot. Following the sound of gunshots, they saw a scene like this: a man jumped from the roof to the next building, followed closely by a priest, who neatly extended his hand to the man. Arms that are several times longer than those of ordinary people. The front end of the mechanical arm also shot a grenade, which caused a small explosion after hitting the man, blasting the man directly into the hotel next door.
Soon, the priest's arms returned to normal length, holding several swords in both hands, and he also jumped towards the hotel.
It is said to be next door, but in fact there is a distance of more than ten meters between the police station and the hotel. If ordinary people can jump over it, it won't be a problem to win the world championship.
The man in priest's attire jumped easily and successfully jumped into the hotel.
"Am I dreaming? Or is that also a heroic spirit?"
Hearing what Ayaka said, the swordsman seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Don't you feel anything when you look at me?"
"You're here to strike up a conversation at this time? Please??"
"No, you are indeed a very attractive lady, but that's not what I just said. I mean, when you look at me, can you intuitively grasp my strength and magic power? For example, can you see clearly? Text description or something like that??”
"I don't understand what you are talking about at all..." Ayaka was confused.
Seeing Ayakashi's surprised reaction, the swordsman muttered: "Is that so... Could it be because he is not the official Master..."
"What's the meaning?"
"I'll explain it to you slowly when I have time. Since you can't see it anyway, it means nothing. The important thing now is that you can't distinguish between heroic spirits and ordinary people. There are many types of heroic spirits, and some of them are very exaggeratedly dressed. It might be easier to recognize him, but once he puts on his casual clothes, he looks like an ordinary person."
Having said this, the swordsman looked at his own attire, then looked at the fish-white sky and murmured——
"I also want to get a set of casual clothes... Well, it's just dawn, so I'll fulfill my promise and leave here."
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Hotel interior.
This hotel, located next to the police station, has always been the best place to stay in the city due to its unique location. However, this evaluation no longer exists as of today.
Guests in the hotel first heard gunshots and explosions suddenly coming from nearby, and then some rooms were hit by the aftermath of the explosion.
Although it was fortunate that the unoccupied guest rooms were damaged, bad reviews are inevitable.
While the hotel staff didn't even know these objective circumstances and were just running around, the priest who invaded the hotel from the "damaged guest room" did not see Jesta.
Not only did the other party's breath disappear completely, but even the flow of magic power could not be felt.
Hansa's only gain was to find several injured people lying on the ground moaning in the corridor.
By.
I'm afraid they came to the corridor after hearing the gunfire from the police station. There were women and children among them, and some had their arms cut and bleeding.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Um...what happened..."
The victims did not understand what was happening to them.
"Put a cloth on the wound first, and I'll call an ambulance right away."
That being said, if they were tampered with by the Death Apostles, they couldn't just be sent to the city's hospital casually. If an incident inadvertently causes a large number of zombies to appear, there will really be no time to worry about the Holy Grail War.
But these people don't look like they have been sucked of blood or cursed? There should be no problem, right?
Just when he was thinking about this, Hansa found a child hiding behind the stairs and watching them shivering.
"Hey, kid, do you see anything?" he stepped forward and asked.
The boy seemed to be less than ten years old. He nodded palely when he heard this: "A scary uncle said...'It's in the way...and then he sent everyone..."
"Do you know where that terrible uncle went?"
"He disappeared..."
"...That's it, you're fine. You don't have to be afraid now." I see, the reason why I didn't kill these people was to hold me back. Hansa thought this while comforting the frightened little boy.
He gently touched the boy's head, then took out his cell phone and said, "It's me. One of you goes to give a hint to the spectators. The other three people surround the building. Be careful that he gets mixed up with the people who are fleeing outside. Here, no suspicious person can be let go."
After giving the order, Hansa sighed softly and murmured as if he was worried about the world: "Alas... the Dead Apostles actually want to get the Holy Grail. The end of the world is coming."
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Main road near the police station.
"Please stop."
Just as Ayaka and the two were about to leave the police station, a woman blocked their way.
It was a young dark-haired woman, but her face could not be seen clearly.
Because her eyes were covered with a strange eyepatch, I don't know if it was made of leather or cloth, and there was a cross in the center of the eyepatch.
She was wearing a black suit that resembled a diving suit, and there were many strange decorations on the clothes that hugged her body.
The white cloth wrapped around her arm fluttered in the wind, making Ayaka wonder, "Is this person from the circus?"
"I'm very sorry. I was asked to investigate the suspicious people around me." The woman apologized for stopping them.
"But I think you are more suspicious than us..." Ayaka frowned and suddenly noticed something.
There were many people watching the excitement coming and going at the back door, but no one focused on this strangely dressed woman.
Huh? Is it possible that only I can see her?
A chill ran down Ayaka's back.
The image of Little Red Riding Hood flashed through her mind.
Seeing the panic on Ayaka's face, the swordsman seemed to comfort her and said: "This is a barrier to avoid sight. It should be the ability of the cloth on her arm, so she makes her figure only visible." It’s exposed in front of us. Ayaka, don’t think too much. Instead, I’m more concerned about the smell that I’ve been smelling around the police station since just now? It’s probably a scent that makes it easier for people to exert collective suggestion. .”
"Group suggestion?"
"It's most likely to hide the battle between the monster and the priest just now. Even after eight hundred years, the hunters of the Holy Church are still the same. However, you should at least be able to tell whether I am a monster or something else, right? "The swordsman explained to Ayaka while looking at the strangely dressed woman in front of him.
Hearing the swordsman's words, the strangely dressed woman bowed respectfully and apologized: "You two are a servant and a master, please forgive me for being rude."
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me
Sorry, it's a good thing to do your job faithfully. "The swordsman forgave her without any hesitation.
While the three of them were talking, Ayaka and the swordsman saw many people running out of the hotel to seek refuge.
"Is the vampire still in that hotel?" Ayaka asked in horror. From this strangely dressed woman, she learned that the thing the priest was chasing just now turned out to be the legendary vampire.
"Yes, I have blocked the entrance and exit with a barrier. As long as the Dead Apostles pass by, there will be a reaction." The woman replied.
"In other words, a vampire might come out from there?" Ayaka felt even more frightened.
"Yes." The mysterious woman nodded calmly.
Ayaka glanced at the swordsman and said, "I don't want to get involved in trouble... I'm leaving first."
"Yes, I'll go with you too." The swordsman smiled and nodded.
"You don't have to follow me..." Ayaka sighed helplessly and left quickly. Although she heard a voice coming from behind her, "Please come to the Central Church when you are free. The supervisor should have something to say to the Master," but she thought that this kind of thing had nothing to do with her.
"I'm sorry? I'm not the master, I'm sorry." After leaving these words, Ayaka left in a hurry.
The swordsman also followed her footsteps and disappeared into the vast sea of people.
"Huh?" The strangely dressed woman didn't seem to understand why Ayaka would say such a thing, but she didn't have time to think for herself. While she was tilting her head in confusion, more and more tourists escaped from the hotel. .
One of the children glanced in the direction of Ayaka and the others, especially at this strangely dressed woman related to the church who had set up a barrier to avoid sight.
He is the boy whose head was touched by Hansa just now.
Seeing the woman who was the representative, the boy showed a smile that was far from innocent.
Then, while using his body to feel the command spell moving to his back, he thought to himself: Ah, I'm really exhausted. Let's take a rest first.
After the boy stayed in the crowd of refugees for a while, he quietly left the crowd and disappeared into the street where dawn visited.
Whether it is passing through the barrier of the agent or bathing in the rising sun, it is not a problem for him now.
Because Jesta Caltore's current body does not belong to the Dead Apostle - but an ordinary human boy.
Yes, this boy escaped from Jesta from the priest. It may not be accurate to use escape, but he walked out openly and openly under the eyes of the other party.
The boy put an innocent smile on his face that was consistent with his age and whispered something, but no one could see the twisted desire hidden behind his smile.
"Sister Stalker, can you come back quickly?"
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police station.
"Are you okay?"
Not long ago, the police station was a battlefield.
With the smooth hint given by the representative of the Holy Church, the incident was finally resolved on the grounds that "the captured armed robber accomplices attacked the police station in order to rescue people."
There are still fresh scars in the lobby and parking lot, and the policemen are also in a state of bruises. In the medical room of the department, the policeman whose right hand was taken away by the Dead Apostle is receiving treatment.
A policewoman holding a giant scythe cast healing magic on him and barely managed to stop the bleeding from the wound.
However, regenerating a lost hand requires quite advanced healing magic, which cannot be performed by ordinary humans. Although a prosthetic hand can be installed, it will not allow immediate return to the front line.
"You don't have to force it, we will find a way to deal with the rest."
"...No, I want to fight, please let me fight."
"With such an injury? The target of the next battle may be the King of Heroes, the swordsman, or the cavalry who don't even have the information yet. In a battle that is more severe than that of a stalker, Can you guarantee that you won’t be held back?”
"this……"
Looking at the policeman who clenched his teeth unwillingly, Orlando thought to himself: He is the most active in this battle plan.
This young policeman is one of the "policemen with magic circuits" that Orlando summoned from various places and inherited the lineage of lone magicians.
At first Orlando only regarded them as his pawns, but after knowing that there were passionate people like him, Orlando changed his mind somewhat: because of this, he could not let his death be in vain.
After he lost this war and died, he still needed someone to carry on his legacy and look for another chance.
"You still have a future, don't ruin your future so easily."
"But... I want to protect the future of this city."
"The future of cities?"
"If I were just fighting the heroic spirits, I might quit. But if we leave such a ruthless guy alone, this city will... I'm not standing as a magician, but as a policeman. , I will never let him get away with it."
Hearing what the thirty-year-old policeman said, Orlando sighed and said: "Your courage is commendable, but I can't use spiritualism to put everyone in danger. If you still insist If you want to join the battle, prove it to me by using a weapon with one hand or a prosthetic limb."
"……I will."
Hearing the young police officer's enthusiastic reply, Orlando hesitated, not knowing whether to continue the topic. Just then, the cell phone on his chest rang, forcibly interrupting the conversation.
"……What's wrong?"
"Hey, brother! You are so unlucky! I didn't expect to meet a vampire! If I had known this, you might as well have not summoned me, but instead summoned someone like Dr. Frankenstein, or someone who can create monsters in large numbers. Isn’t it more convenient?"
The warlock's usual tone came through the phone. Orlando sighed and replied calmly: "This joke is not funny. Although no one of us died, there are still people who were seriously injured."
"You can't say that. Isn't it normal for someone to be injured in a battle? If no one dies in a battle with that kind of monster, it's lucky. I will use this experience to improve the power of the equipment." The warlock smiled. said.
Orlando thanked him sincerely after hearing this: "Really, thank you very much. I'm looking forward to your new work."
While accumulating their own experience, they also need to continue to increase the limits of their Noble Phantasms.
Although the power of the Noble Phantasm has not been fully released yet, gradually someone will release the true name of the Noble Phantasm and give full play to its abilities. Most Noble Phantasms can maximize their power by chanting their "true names" such as Excalibur and GeBolg. If all of them can achieve this goal, then there will be hope for victory when facing off against high-level heroic spirits.
"The closest thing to the liberation of the true name now is... let me see, brother, it is your Japanese sword." The warlock judged.
"Really? I will let others catch up as soon as possible." Although he said this, Orlando also reminded himself in his heart that he should not act too hastily.
The warlock didn't pay attention to Orlando's words and continued: "By the way, brother, a guy named Lion Jie sent something."
"...Well, his efficiency in doing things is indeed as high as rumored, which makes me want to recruit him."
Lionjet is a freelance magician widely known for his extraordinary abilities.
Orlando spent a lot of money to ask Lion Zed to help get "something", but he had previously guessed that the probability of the item being delivered during the Holy Grail War was only 50%.
Now that the things have been delivered so early, Orlando, who had a bad start, saw a glimmer of hope.
As if to prove Orlando's feelings, the warlock on the other end of the phone shared his opinion: "With this thing, whether it is an ordinary heroic spirit or a vampire, as long as I handle it, I should be able to penetrate their hearts." .”
But just after the warlock finished speaking, he said something that was beyond Orlando's expectation: "I will make one for the injured young man next to my brother, just as a replacement for his eaten arm and the short knife. .
"
"...Wait until he proves that he can fight."
"Well, I'll wait. In the meantime, I'll put the good stuff from the gods back into the water and make the most powerful weapon out there."
After saying this, as if he believed that the policeman would definitely return to the team, the warlock spoke the name of "something" into the microphone.
"Use this Hydra's poisonous dagger (the thing that kills heroes) as a template. Hahaha!"
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Snowfield West Forest.
In a dense forest dozens of kilometers away from the city, Stalker squatted under a tree, regretting his immaturity: How could this be... What a stupid thing I did!
Stalkers almost never question why their magic is endless. She only looked forward, seeing nothing but what she was supposed to do.
But what’s the result?
As a result, the leaders have been using the magic power obtained from the monsters to perform their divine deeds.
"I have tarnished the great cause of the leaders. I am no longer qualified to say that I am a believer..."
The reason why she was not selected as the "Old Man of the Mountain", the leader of the assassins, was that there were many reasons besides her being a fanatical believer who frightened the people around her - one of which was that as an assassin, she was too Too naive.
The same is true in the battle with the police station. If it were an ordinary assassin, he would never choose the option of facing the enemy head-on. Although they will deliberately kill people where they can be seen in order to show the people the "power of assassins", most of the leaders known as the "Old Man of the Mountain" are truly worthy of being called "assassins" person of this title.
And she seems to be more suitable to be a "soldier" than an "assassin", so the cadres at the time were afraid that she would become the "old man of the mountain."
Because they had a hunch that if she became the leader, the organization would deteriorate and there would be a danger of exposing her internal organs to the broad daylight.
The stalker who didn't realize this was still blaming himself for his immaturity.
"What on earth do I want to do? Do a young guy like me have the qualifications to eradicate this heretical ritual that has bewitched the leaders? Wasn't even myself seduced by the Holy Grail?"
"Yes, I have responded to the call of the Holy Grail from the beginning. Those who want to get the Holy Grail will hear the call of the Holy Grail. If the knowledge I was instilled is not false, it means that I also want to get the Holy Grail."
"Yes, in fact, I have always wanted to get the Holy Grail. I wanted to get the Holy Grail and then destroy it to show my faith. I did it to show myself... but in the end I was seen through by the chaos of the Holy Grail War. In fact, I longed for it. Holy Grail."
She fell to her knees, ashamed of her weakness.
"Even this heretical ritual can penetrate my humble heart."
The stalker's biological clock reminded her that it was time for worship and she had to fulfill her obligations.
But she thought that she was not qualified to go to worship now that she was so dirty.
So she indulged in meditation and faced her own weakness.
After an unknown amount of time, the stalker slowly stood up. At this time, her eyes were filled with a dark and sharp light.
"it's not finished yet."
An ordinary person would probably give up fighting due to mental frustration. Or maybe he compromises with himself and comforts himself by saying, "So what if it's the magic power of the Dead Apostle."
The stalker did not choose any side, nor did he escape. Instead, he reexamined his position.
"The reason why I exist here is God's will. If this period of time is also part of the "life span" given to me by God, then I must complete what I should do and will never allow escape. "
"What I should do... remains the same. I want to destroy this heretical ritual. And then... kill that monster."
"My immaturity... does not constitute a reason for me to stop moving forward. I cannot use it as an excuse."
No one knows what Stalker does
Are you moving to sort out your feelings or for some other purpose? She just felt ashamed that she wasted a few minutes sitting here because of her own weakness.
"Ah, I'm so immature."
When the morning sun shot into the forest, her eyes were no longer confused.
On the premise of admitting her weakness, she chose the path of fighting again.
"What kind of method do I need to use to defeat that monster?"
That is an inhuman demon.
It is a fact that the stalker crushed his heart with Zabaniya, but it is also a fact that he is still alive.
"How many hearts does he have? What can be done to completely eliminate him?"
Rogue reconsidered his abilities.
She can only imitate the divine deeds of her predecessors, but even if they are of the same nature, their power may not be the same.
She always believed that all the divine arts she had mastered were "not as good as those of her predecessors." In fact, the effects of her divine spells are also different from those used by the original "Old Men of the Mountain". Some have the same power, some are more powerful, and some are not as good as the others.
For example, the old man from the mountain known as "Quiet" uses "Zabaniya".
"Quietness" herself has a very powerful ability. It is said that she can turn all her body fluids, nails, skin and even her breath into poisonous substances. Because of this, she left behind a terrifying legend - when facing thousands of troops, she mixed the poison on her body into the wind and massacred all the enemy troops.
However, the stalker can only concentrate the poison into his own "blood" and temporarily imitate the behavior of "Quiet", but cannot massacre thousands of troops.
However...some people say that this is because she did not want to spread death around and kill her compatriots and innocent people indiscriminately, so she lowered the concentration of the poison.
"Zabaniya" is a magical skill that allows hair to stretch freely. It is said that the original "Old Man of the Mountain" can make each hair as thin as spider silk and cut off the heads of opponents miles away without anyone noticing. The stalker can't do this either.
In addition, what Diver doesn't know is that she actually has more power than the founder by controlling her opponent's "Dream Essence (Zabaniya)" and other skills through her singing beyond the hearing range. When dealing with multiple people at the same time like just now, "singing" can affect their brains and cause the magic circuit to go out of control. But if the "singing sound" is focused on a certain target, it can make ordinary servants kneel to the ground; if the target is a human, it can even directly control his brain.
Although even the founder of this divine industry has never exerted such power, the stalker would not admit it even if he knew it. For her, being able to use her own power to use skills is already an irreplaceable great achievement, and she dare not ask for more.
The sneakers listed countless "treasures" one by one in their brains, thinking about the most suitable way to eliminate monsters.
But at this moment, she had some slight doubts.
This is a doubt that she occasionally occasionally.
It is about "Zabaniya" -the technology to perceive the surrounding terrain structure as its own.
She used this trick when looking for a power supply at the police station, but only this trick always made her feel something wrong.
It is said that this divine industry has been used by a "old man in the mountains", but no one can determine which era of the "old man in the mountains".
Not only her, but even her compatriots and instructors, even the "old man in the mountains" in the reign.
It is just that there is a legend that uses the "old man in the mountains" in the use of this divine industry. On this basis
"Is this" meditation nerve "really like this? No, do you really use the" meditation nerve "" old man in the mountains "?"
Even she was called a mad believers.
No, perhaps because she contributed everything she contributed and imitated all the gods, it would have such questions.
"I don't know what ?? I still don't know if there is something. Is this legend that" the old man in the mountains "in the" meditation nerve "really exists ..."
Thinking of this, she forcibly interrupted thinking.
Doubt is a behavior that should not be.
"I would think such a thing because she was not mature enough." She was very shameful, so she turned the focus of thinking back to the question of how to defeat the enemy.
However, even she didn't know that the wonderful doubts and the fate of "maybe something would happen", but she continued to make a small voice in her heart.
It's as if to resonate with what.
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Time should be slightly poured back.
"Okay ... it's almost time."
Before the sneakers attacked the police station, Fardius came to the deepest part of the prison -his underground workshop.
The workshop is covered with magic -style decoration, which makes people think that it is in a modern prison. Fardius stood in the center of the workshop and slowly adjusted his breath.
There are all kinds of puppets sitting around, from the exquisite desk to the cloth makeup dolls used for curse, and their "eyes" are staring at the central platform.
Far Dius Dionland-
He was born in the magician family who used dolls from generation to generation, and has a relative relationship with the magician who had participated in the "Holy Grail War of the Winter Winter".
This is to mention the "Third Holy Grail War" before World War II.
At that time, the magician who drove the sneakers carved his struggle into the puppets he used in the form of magic "memory", and passed through this puppet to the family.
That is not only passed on to direct blood relatives, but all people with blood relationships, so the scope of transmission is very wide.
But no one among the family stood up and said, "I will win the Holy Grail War."
It is said that in the Third Holy Grail War, there are endless violations of regulations, and the taboo techniques and the charm and charm are waved.
Seeing such a realistic record, it is normal for ordinary magicians to be stunned.
However, it is also possible that the strength of the family found that there are ominous things mixed in that holy grail. .Ь.
As a result, Fardius's grandfather joined forces with some politicians and soldiers to formulate a plan -a holy glass war on his own land.
Everyone thinks that this is a night.
After all, even the foundation of the Holy Grail War, the "Great Holy Grail" rooted in the land and its formation of Einzbelen, has never been passed on.
But this is all the topics in the future. What they had to do at that time was to find a spiritual land that can be comparable to Dongmu and carried out preparations for turning it into the Holy Grail Warfield.
In any case, it is indispensable to ensure that the useful spiritual land is indispensable for the government.
The influence of the Shengtang church is all over the world, and naturally here is no exception. Therefore, magic -related actions are limited everywhere, and only a small part of the organs are under their jurisdiction.
As long as one hundred years later, two hundred years later, you can move closer to the Holy Grail of Dongmu.
Even if the system of this country has changed, they have to establish an organization with this foundation.
With such a vigorous, they forcibly took the land from the clan guarding the land and transformed the spiritual veins of the land.
However, when Fardius's father inherited the career, he ushered in a huge turn in less than a hundred years.
A magician who has a different family and the dark part of the government has a suggestion to reappear some of the Great Saint Cup systems.
"I can steal part of the Holy Grail of Dongmu, and then cultivate it here."
What a joke!
Although everyone thought so, the magician left a lot of achievements in the government, so he couldn't ignore it.
Even if
After breeding the Great Holy Cup, fake goods are still fake. Compared with the perfect holy grail of Dongmu, its connection with Lingmai is not so strong.
Can you really reproduce the Holy Grail? Regarding Faldius's father's question, the magician replied: "Just find an introduction."
"Guizi ..."
Thinking of what he heard from his father, Faldius smiled bitterly.
"Unexpectedly, 'Guozi would actually have a glass meteor pit in the south of the city, is there any more ironic thing than this?"
He sighed deeply, and smiled and started to complete his task.
"The foundation is silver and iron, the foundation is stone and the Grand Duke of the Contract——"
The vomiting from Fardius's mouth is a genuine "Summoning British Spirit" spell.
Along with the long spells, the air has gradually changed.
This is a ritual that should not happen, and the ritual should not appear.
Any magician who understands the Holy Grail War will have such an idea.
Because Yingling has all been summoned.
There are six British Spirits of Snofel, which is a man announced by Fardius to the magic associations such as Lanagal.
This sentence is not false.
False Holy Grail War--
The hero summoned as part of the fake ceremony is just a sacrifice.
The purpose is to disturb the spirit veins and concentrate "fluctuations" to a certain direction.
Then use this reaction force -starting the real Holy Grail war.
"Coming from the rot of self -relief, the guardian of Libra!"
At the moment of the end of Yongling, Fardius's workshop was suddenly full of light.
The eyes of countless puppets sitting around were reflected with light, and began to tremble slightly.
It's like the appearance of blessing Yingling.
It is also shivering because of the breath of death.
When the light converges to some point of the room--
Nothing happened.
After the light disappeared, the puppets were no longer trembling.
"……Failed?"
Fardius could not feel the atmosphere of Yingling, let alone the feeling of magical connection.
The most important thing is that even Yingling asked him "Are you my imperial master?"
"Well……"
However, there was no anxiety on Fardius's face.
To be honest, he only had 50 % hope.
The six heroes summoned the other seven "Yingling" as the leader, which was absolutely ridiculous.
There are already powerful heroes as heroes as heroes. In terms of "leaders", the total amount is too much.
"Forget it, then take the B plan."
Fardius sighed lightly and left the workshop.
He didn't even know that he was clearly the founder of this false Holy Grail war, but he failed to fully grasp the actual situation of the war at this moment. direction of development.
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This prison also has Fardius's second work room, which is also the monitoring room.
As soon as I entered the room, Fardius announced to Aldula and other men: "Change to Plan B. Contact Miss Francisca and Mr. Orlando."
"... Didn't Yingling appear?"
Hearing Aldula's straightforward question, Fardius nodded simply and replied: "Yes, it seems that even if it sets a 'time limit, the heroes that can be displayed at one time are only seven. As the plan, the swordsman regards the swordsman as the seventh place of false instead of 'real first place, ready to perform a false Holy Grail war. "
"Although I don't know in this case
Whether the cup will appear ?? This is the next subject. "
"However, the Ling Mantra appeared clearly ... This means that I can solve the existing royal owner, and use this to make a recruit with the heroes?"
Fardius looked at the ordering spell on his right hand with cold eyes, and then recorded the summoning process on the signature. After preparing, he contacted in all aspects.
At this time, he suddenly felt a little bit right.
Snowflakes appeared on several displays in the room.
If this is only the case, he may still treat this as a simple failure, but the problem is that even the "make the videos of the demon" appear snowflakes.
Although those videos are presented by monitors, they belong to the category of magic. Normally, there will be no abnormal situations such as snowflakes, so he suspects whether the magic is intervened by which external magician.
Just when the display was checked, Fardius suddenly found that he was signing and writing randomly.
"Ah, subconsciously ?? I won't do this in normal times? It seems that I have not been able to summon the heroes how much I still hit me."
Fardius was a little puzzled by his behavior, and he was planning to tear off that one.
But his hand stopped at once, because there was a text that was obviously different from his handwriting, with clear meaning.
"May I ask the master of my royal master?"
Fardius felt that blood suddenly flooded on his head.
He held his anxious mood and pretended to look around calmly.
Then he saw a dark ball.
The display of snowflakes reflects the situation outside the prison.
In the dead end of light, the shadow of the forest, his sight was attracted by the dark darkness.
Correctly, it was attracted to the small white objects that appeared in the middle of it.
This display is a magic appliance that connects with the magic.
He instructed the Demon to let it approach the dark.
As the magic approached, Fardius saw one thing clearly: it appeared in the dark center of the dark, a skeleton mask.
"... Sorry, I will breathe out of fresh air outside."
After finishing talking towards Aldula, Fardius left the room and strode the meteor to the place where the demon shot.
He thought that this might be the trap of the external magician, so he kept a very wary when he walked on the prison channel.
Before dawn, a long channel-
Fardius walked quickly in the corridor where the lights were almost shot from the window, walking ...
I saw the fluorescence at the end of the corridor suddenly and dark, and then extinguished completely.
The darkness has shrouded the front.
In the dark, Fardius saw that thing.
The white skull mask appeared in the dark darkness.
That's right, that skeleton mask ... is a sneak in the spirit.
The summoning is successful? No, will it be summoned for a long time, as a sneaker of the "sacrifice"?
Just when Fardius flashed various speculations, the fluorescence light in front of the corridor was lit again, and the white mask disappeared at the same time.
"That's ..."
As soon as he murmured, it was the fluorescent light on his head turn off.
At the same time, a sound sounded behind him.
"... Don't look back."
Fardius finally heard that it was a male voice. This inorganic sound that made people completely imagine the information such as age body sounded, and it sounded behind him.
At this moment, Fardius was ready to welcome death.
Whatever he does is futile.
No matter what kind of magic he uses, he cannot get rid of this dead end.
The hunch of "death" is like
This is clear.
He didn't know who behind him.
I even felt that there was only a boundless darkness.
From this, we can see that he didn't feel anything.
There was no murderous murderous in that voice, but it couldn't feel a touch of breath.
It seems like a "nothingness" space that does not even exist in the air is talking directly with himself.
So that Fardius doubt whether this is an illusion caused by his delusion, because the sense of existence of "sound" is too weak.
Even so, he can still imagine something.
If there is something behind you, it is probably the white mask that just appeared in the dark.
"May I ask ... is Ru? Is it my imperial master?"
Questions of nothing.
As long as you look back, you can see the answer, but Fardius can't get back anyway.
What he can do is to the man standing behind himself in the silence: "... yes, if you appear because of the call just now, then I am your imperial master."
The whisper paused, and it sounded in the ears of Fardius: "... Ru, is there faith?"
"Faith?" Fardius heard a little bit.
The voice repeatedly repeatedly said from the surprise Faldius: "... Is there a belief that Ru hug is sufficient to give Ru to dedicate his life?"
Fardius thought for a moment, and replied while adjusting his breath: "I am willing to dedicate all my magic to the country. This is my belief."
"... Even if the lifeblood of the person is suspended, will Ru implement it to the end?"
"You ask me ... do you kill someone, right?"
"... This is the price of the contract with my."
Now that most of the magicians are in the Holy Grail War, most of the magicians have made your psychological preparations for your death. But when facing such a "death", how many magicians can there be no hesitation to answer?
After a brief silence, Fardius said with an amazing stable mood: "Of course, as long as it is for the country, I don't hesitate to do it even if I do whatever means."
After hearing Fardius's culprit, the darkness was quiet for a while, and finally spoke.
"... My name is Hassan Sabach."
Fardius was convinced that British spirit told himself the real name. Since the contract has not yet been established, this is not a sense of mind, but this name must only hear itself.
It was a whisper that only played a certain point of Fardius's brain, like a curse that infiltrated into the five internal organs.
"As long as you lose your faith, I will be the shadow of Ru."
"Shadow" did not appear until the end. He left such a sentence and disappeared into the darkness.
The remaining Fardius is still rigid.
The silk of Magic should be connected with the "something" in the distance, but it can hardly feel the flow of magic. This made Fardius unable to immediately determine whether he really had a connection with the followers.
"So that is it ?? I didn't feel it until now?"
A wrong sentence may die. As long as there is a little worse pool, even the heroine that he is summoned will become a god of death.
Fardius really feels the irrational and ruthlessness of the heroic spirit- ——
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but the corner of his mouth slightly arranged.
"This is ... the Holy Grail War."
