"Wow! Mr. Bennett has turned into Lou Xian!"
Flatt called out a certain noun to Bennett, but he didn't respond, instead staring at the man approaching him.
The other person had an antique-looking crew cut, but was dressed in elegant clothing that was clearly tailor-made.
Although there is no warrior atmosphere, it still exudes a different atmosphere from magicians and cavalry.
"Looking at that costume, you should be a Frenchman from a hundred or two hundred years ago?" The speaker was Bennett, who had transformed into a wolf.
In response to Bennett's question, which was filled with the murderous intent and power of a beast, the man who stood still ten meters in front of him shrugged and said, "Hey, hey, no one taught you not to judge a book by its appearance? I'm I didn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you went on to say that you like Comercy’s madeleines...probably.”
"Ah, that's delicious! Comercy's madeleine cake!"
Flatt remained vigilant and responded to the other party's unclear remarks.
The man seemed a little surprised by this response: "Oh? This is a good topic. So it's still famous? Comersi's baked snacks."
"That's right! A local friend of mine in France often gives them as souvenirs to professors and friends."
"That's it~ I really want to taste it and see if it's different from when I was alive. Oops, the conversation just now accidentally revealed that I am indeed from France as I appear. However, Forget it, compared to the taste of the madeleines, my affairs are not important at all."
The mysterious man and Flatt talked about the local government groups in France again, creating a lively atmosphere.
In the sky behind them, there were still Noble Phantasm meteors constantly falling from the sky. Bennett, who was standing aside in the form of a giant wolf, showed an uncomfortable look in his eyes and spoke to Flatt: "Hey, it's not time for you to talk about those things. .Who knows how long the police team can deal with that monster..."
However-
"This boy is a little hard to figure out."
As the man raised his lips, the atmosphere also changed. He said: "While chatting with me about snacks, he secretly weaved spells into my shadow. This is the behavior of a magician. However, even though the spell has been completed, he still continues to chat. Let’s talk about something interesting, this behavior doesn’t sound like a magician.”
After hearing what the man said, Bennett looked at Flatt in surprise.
Flatt felt confused and asked the man: "Huh? I compiled the spell because I was worried about the danger if you were an enemy. If you are not an enemy, not only would I waste my magic power, but it would also be harmful to you. Sorry, isn't it?"
"..."
After observing silently for a while, the man looked at Flatt and continued happily: "Boy... 'What are you from'?"
"Eh...? Oh, you're asking for my name! My name is Flat! Because my full name is ridiculously long, and I have to avoid becoming the target of a spell, I can't tell you everything rashly. But, I The name I usually call myself is Flat! Now I am the master of Mr. Berserker!"
"Well, that's not what I meant. But forget it. Also, the fact that I have my full name is something that I can't say lightly. Anyway, you all accidentally reported your name, so I won't report it myself. It’s not fair.”
After listening, Bennett asked suspiciously: "...Registration number? You are a heroic spirit after all, and you want to report your name to us who are also participants in the Holy Grail War?"
"You, the one who seemed to declare 'I am Jack the Ripper~!' and revealed the Noble Phantasm, do you have the nerve to accuse me? However, when you make a big fuss in society, it seems that it will be after my death."
"...Is there a possibility that it was just a way for me to confuse people? In fact, I am not the real Jack the Ripper, just like now I can transform into a giant wolf."
"Is that so? But it doesn't matter. No matter whether my real name is exposed or not, it will not change my weaknesses. If my head is chopped off, I will die, if my heart is stabbed, I will die, if I drown, I will starve to death, if I don't eat enough, I will die. The cold will freeze you to death and you will get older.
Will die of old age - you see, a whole host of weaknesses. Tell me, a man who can't even defend against a simple curse, what weaknesses can he expose now?"
This heroic spirit seemed to have no hostility, but due to the current situation of his spiritual power, Bennett could not take it calmly, and he was in the position of protecting Flatt, so he still did not change his wary gaze.
"I don't understand. Since you have no intention of being an enemy to us, why did you come to contact us?"
"Hey, hey, our masters are all in alliance, right? 'Masters are in alliance, let alone heroic spirits' - that's what it is."
"...I see, you have 'that kind of stance'. In that case, I will understand..."
Bennett and Frater once heard their allied master, the chief of the Snowfield City Police, say: "Although I won't tell you the real name of my heroic spirit, he only arranges rear support anyway. There will be a chance to meet you."
Although they have formed a temporary common front, since they will still have to fight for the Holy Grail in the end, of course they will not reveal their true names. It is not a good idea to let Heroic Spirits have pointless contact with each other.
Precisely because Bennett accepted it in this way, he had to think that it was an extremely unnatural situation for the other party's heroic spirit to appear in front of him——
"Having said that, I have a corresponding reason to register myself. In terms of combat, I have no obligation to guarantee that we can have a serious and good joint relationship, but after seeing the boy's behavior, I judged that I can best cooperate with the boy. The step is to frankly expose part of my true heart [viscera]."
Because he knew very well that Bennett would give him such a suspicious look, the heroic spirit shrugged happily and gave his name at the same time.
"My name is Dumas. I became a sorcerer for some reason."
"Huh?" Flatt couldn't help but asked in reply.
The heroic spirit who called himself Dumas shrugged and asked, "Boy, have you heard of Alexandre Dumas?"
"Hey!"
This time Frater made a more explicit exclamation, asking loudly: "Which...which Dumas?"
"Who?"
"Is it the super-powerful general among Napoleon's men, Old Dumas? Or the writer son of that general, the same Alexandre Dumas who wrote "The Three Musketeers", "Lesille et Un Fantôes" and other works? Could it be someone lower down? Son, the Dumas who wrote La Traviata?"
"It's the second Alexandre Dumas. Putting aside "The Three Musketeers", you know even the more niche works. However, compared to my works, Inuko's works seem to be more well-known, which is great."
Warlock - Alexandre Dumas said with a self-deprecating smile.
Flatt shouted with twinkling eyes:
"What are you talking about? Of course I know your work! I have seen the movies, animations, and puppet shows of "The Three Musketeers"! No way! Are you really me?"
"Heroic spirits are like copies. It's hard for me to answer you if you ask me if I am the 'original god'. However, in the sense of asking if I am Alexandre Dumas, the answer is Yes. However, I originally thought that my Books don't last for more than a hundred years. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it means that no matter how many years pass, human nature will not change much. If you want to admire someone, it is better to choose my son. His Only in this way can we guarantee that the goods are genuine.”
"Don't be like this! Please don't talk as if your talents are fake! In the classroom where I stayed, although the classmates and seniors were all bookworms, they all owned several original copies published at that time! Okay! Amazing, amazing! Mr. Bennett, we have the power of a hundred people! Ah, I really want to talk to this person more and find out more information about him, but I have to rescue him first. Those policemen can do that. Let’s ask him for help!”
"Well... there is indeed no time. Since the master said so, I will believe him for the time being..."
After saying that, Bennett transformed into a watch again and tied it back to Flat's wrist.
Seeing this situation, Alexandre Dumas chuckled and said:
"I'm very grateful. However, it's too much to rely on me to handle this situation by myself. You also have to turn it into a watch that doesn't have to move on its own, which means that your
Isn’t the spirit base pretty bad?”
Alexandre Dumas looked towards the church in the middle, the intermittent flashes of light on the other side of the road.
At some point, the heroic spirits had moved the battlefield from the roof of the church. But they didn't know who was behind these bursts of flashes of light and the constant rumbling sounds. xь.
"But even so, if you still want me to help, I can assist you."
"Really!"
"Boy, you... you may not look like a magician... but in order to achieve your goal, are you prepared to throw your life into a cauldron?"
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, we will use the latest pressure cooker with a timer to cook it. It's not the kind of witch's cauldron that gives unstable results after cooking."
Dumas said strange words while raising a fearless smile at Flatt and Bennett.
"The best part is, I'm the one in charge of conditioning."
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"...What a chaotic bunch of guys...
Even though his face didn't show any emotion, Sigma still expressed his feelings a little dumbfounded.
The young man who was behind the scenes of the Holy Grail War was not only a mercenary who used magic, but also the person who was supposed to be the master of the spear.
However, after being possessed by a heroic spirit of the mysterious class "Watcher", in this state, in order to increase his chances of survival, he formed a temporary common front with swordsmen and stalkers.
Sigma then took action based on the information brought to him by the shadows of the "Watchers" and came to observe the unconscious girl in the hospital, the heroic spirits who had made a contract with her, and enemies from other camps targeting the girl.
Regarding the information he received from his heroic spirit, Sigma deceived the swordsman, the swordsman's master Sajo Ayaka, and the Diver by saying that it was "information conveyed to him from above."
The heroic spirits of Sigmar are mysterious heroic spirits who have always controlled the current situation of the city in the form of a commanding view.
Not only does Sigma not understand the characteristics of the "Watcher" class, he even got involved in this Holy Grail War without his own clear purpose. Most people around him currently regard him as "Soldier A".
Rather, Francesca herself, who brought Sigma into this war, hopes that he will always exist as "Soldier A". This result is natural. However, the heroic spirits who made a contract with Sigma are gradually changing him into a special being in this "Hypocritical Holy Grail War".
Having said that, it is impossible for Sigma to have combat abilities comparable to those of Heroic Spirits.
Although Sigma has been traveling around the world and accumulated strength as a mercenary using magic, it is really impossible to compare with extraordinary familiars such as heroic spirits. In addition, after witnessing the attack of the swordsman and the golden heroic spirit, Sigma realized how unfit to exist here.
"That person is the Hero King Gilgamesh, one of the first heroes."
The boy holding the snake staff - one of the "Shadows" said so.
These shadows are both devices of the "Watchers" and systems that only transmit information to Sigma.
Perhaps due to the direct connection to the brain, no one except Sigma can recognize their body shapes and voices. Although Sigma thought it would be easier to simply regard it as an illusion he saw, the information they conveyed was not only accurate, but there were even things that he couldn't understand with his own knowledge. At this point, Sigma had to rationally realize that those were really the powers of heroic spirits.
"I say categorically that you have no chance of winning now."
"Shadow", whose body shape changed from a boy with a snake staff to a boy with mechanical wings, said.
Regarding his speech, Sigma muttered in his heart: "You don't need to say it."
You can understand at a glance that the weapons that the heroic spirit shot from the empty space are not ordinary weapons.
It is not an opponent that can be dealt with simply by relying on magic or modern firearms.
Use shock bombs or flash
The light bomb should be able to distract the opponent for a moment, but facing the heroic spirit Gilgamesh, it is difficult to think that the situation will get better.
It would be nice to at least work perfectly with the swordsman, but they had just met him not long ago, and there was no tacit understanding between the two. In addition, his master, Sajo Ayaka, was not only not an official master, but was not even a magician.
In this case, there is only one person who can become a fighting force at this moment.
That person was the same heroic spirit as the swordsman and Gilgamesh—the stalker girl standing aside.
"What are you going to do?"
I can't think of a clear battle plan.
However, if we take no action and neither attack nor retreat, we will only sink into this quagmire of killing.
Then, acting in conjunction with the cards around you is the best policy. Sigma judged so.
Hearing this, the stalker said calmly: "I want to protect the young child. Do you know the location of her room?"
"Do you really want to go?... Maybe you will fight with the archer who turned into a demon and the golden Gatling gun."
"...I will not go to the hospital from the front. Although I am not willing to do so, the immature me must try my best to fight against them, and even if I try my best, it is still difficult to say whether I can reach the hospital. If it only concerns me , that’s no problem, but saving young children is the purpose, right?”
"That's the police's purpose, not yours."
"?"
The stalker girl didn't seem to understand the intention of Sigma's words, and she quietly expressed doubts.
Regarding her like that, Sigma said calmly:
"The other party is a little girl we have never met before. The chance of becoming an enemy or a companion is not high. Rather, if that important target of protection and the heroic spirit who has made a contract with her regard us as enemies, we will be trapped in a dilemma. This is a head-on confrontation with a heroic spirit who has no need to fight. If you think about it rationally, it will not do you any good to save that girl."
"...I see, you have no faith in your heart."
The stalker nodded as if he completely understood Sigma, looked directly at Sigma and said:
"Of course it's good for me. And the reason is very reasonable."
"Reasonable? The reason is..."
Why would you want to ask about that kind of thing? Sigma himself didn’t understand.
Perhaps he asked simply because he couldn't grasp the nature of stalkers getting involved in trouble on their own volition.
Stalker said in smooth words to Sigma who reacted like that: "It is the 'supreme good' that a young child with an immature heart can be saved."
Stalker said as he began to move silently.
As if trying to seal the gap in this "main road that turned into a battlefield," the stalker probably planned to take a long way to approach the hospital.
Sigma chased after him while asking questions half to himself:
"...? I don't understand. Although she is a child, she is a stranger, right? And it is hard to say whether this child will follow the same path of faith as you in the future."
If it was to increase the number of followers of the same sect as his own, it would be understandable why the stalker did this.
But is that something you should save even at the risk of your own life?
"I'm not mature enough. If you are a devout person, you won't consider the benefits. Just like breathing, you just live in the world and follow the instructions of the great voice to choose the path you should take."
"...Although I don't really understand the so-called normal values...but in this situation, you still want to save the child, isn't it because of your pious faith?"
Upon hearing Sigma's words, the fanatics who reached the peak of their powers only looked at Sigma for a moment before shaking their heads in denial.
The emotions filling the stalker's eyes were anger and sorrow towards himself.
"I can't give up my anger towards those heretics. I can't feel tolerance. The same path I'm on now. As long as I still have the desire to save others, I'm despising fate - this is just arrogance, not
It is pious faith. Because of this immaturity, I was unable to gain permission to take the road to the mountain. "
"..."
As the two of them passed through the main road without a trace, they got closer to the hospital.
The battle between the police team and the archers has begun, and another archer - Gilgamesh and the swordsman have also entered a state of war.
Regardless of the status of the stalkers, Sigma would definitely be killed if even one hit from the stray bullets released by those people during the fight.
Sigma was vigilant about the fighting situation of both sides, while using magic to silence and strengthen his body, so he could barely follow the stalker who was advancing cautiously.
The stalker calmly continued to describe Sigma in this state:
"But that kind of thing doesn't matter at all. My immaturity cannot be the reason for me not to save the child."
"...I understand, that's what it means."
Sigma lowered his head slightly at this time and said the word child. He was only a child once, it would be better to say that he is now, but he stepped onto the battlefield because he had no choice but to do so. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but murmured: "We...have no one to save us."
Suddenly——the stalker approaching the back door of the hospital stopped.
Sigma, aware of his blunder, looked away from the stalker with an expressionless expression.
The next moment, a voice sounded from behind Sigma. It was sent by one of the shadows - the old man who once said "Call me Captain".
"Alas~ Why did you say it... What the hell, are you an idiot? Are you crying "no one will save me" to the person who is planning to save others? Or are you jealous of sleeping in the hospital? A kid? You think it would be a happy ending to make a joke and stop and let the kid suffer the same misfortune as yourself?"
Sigma was completely unable to refute the mocking voices.
One reason is that responding to a voice that only you can hear will make the stalker suspicious.
The other is - because he has nothing to refute.
Sigma had no strong desire to pray for the Holy Grail, and no reason to survive this war.
He is just a mercenary who has been struggling so far for the reason of "no reason, I just don't want to die."
When Sigma lives up to the present moment with this kind of mentality, for him, it may actually be his strength - and it is definitely not something he can be proud of. Hearing the words of the stalker, Sigma recalled the past when he was young - the person sitting next door during the day became an "object" with no blood circulation and was disposed of that night, and he naturally said what he just said.
Why?
Why, no one came to save us?
Why can a girl in the hospital be saved? What is the difference between her and us?
If it were me before this moment, I should have been able to answer with "It's just good luck that gave me that opportunity."
In this case, why did he say that just now? Sigma noticed that his existence was wavering.
This is a bad tendency.
It’s not a good thing for me as a magic user or as a mercenary.
The coming of death will start from those who are shaken in their hearts.
I have witnessed that scene many times in my past work.
"Sorry, I just made a mistake -
Sigma wanted to interrupt the conversation and regain his inner peace, but his words were interrupted by the stalker who turned around.
The stalker looked straight at Sigma and said, "I couldn't save you when you were young. It was because of my immaturity."
"..."
"Not being able to meet you and save you at the scene is proof of my immaturity."
Sigma felt that what Stalker said was unreasonable and replied: "You are a heroic spirit. Although I don't know when you died, our times and the places we live in are different. It is impossible for you to meet young people." Period me, right?"
"The difference in time and place, etc., are all trivial matters not worth mentioning.
. The fact that you and I are "in the same place like this" right now is proof of that. "
From Sigma's perspective, what Stalker said was completely out of line.
If his faith were complete, he would have stood in front of young Sigma and saved him. Stalker's words are filled with this kind of certainty.
If I were a happy person now, I might be angry at Stalker's remarks.
Even if you are unfortunate, if it is the path you choose, you may still refute it.
I will refute the statement "I am very satisfied with my past. I don't remember asking for mercy from anyone, let alone asking you to save me."
However, there was no anger in my heart.
Because Sigma himself couldn't help but agree, agreeing with half of Stalker's statement.
Ah, so that’s it.
Did I... "ever wish someone would save me"?
If only someone had been there to save us, would everything have been different?
If only Francesca had destroyed the country earlier...if she had saved them before everyone died...
Or... even earlier...
If I could save my mother...?
No, if I had saved my mother, I should not have been born at all.
Sigma lowered his head quietly as he remembered his birth process.
Once I save everything, my happiness, misfortune, and even the origin will become--no longer exist...
"...It's a very interesting idea. It seems that there has been such a comedy before."
"?"
Sigma's soliloquy made the stalker confused.
He didn't give any explanation, he just answered what the other party asked before he started to move.
"...The target of the police arrest...the ward where Chunqiu Chun lives is located on the top floor and the rightmost room when you look at it from here."
After hearing this, the stalker nodded quietly and said, "Thank you, I will handle the rest myself."
"Wait a moment."
"?"
Sigma, who retained the stalker, remained expressionless. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"...I'll go too. I'll be worried about protecting her, but maybe I can successfully prevent the infection and take her away."
According to the information conveyed by the watchers, "the pathogenic bacteria that invaded Manqiuchun are of a type that cannot be transmitted through the air."
But this does not mean that it will be the same in the future.
After all, there is a mysterious heroic spirit attached to her.
It is also possible to manipulate Chun's body to suddenly change the nature of the bacteria.
But on the other hand, if you can skillfully make that heroic spirit a friend, not only can you become a powerful partner, but you can also easily move Tsubaki to a safe place.
All that remains is to follow the original plan and have people related to the police deal with the heroic spirit and render it incapacitated. I can also submit a passable report to Fadius. This is what Sigma planned.
"You don't have to force yourself. If something happens, I will carry her away on my shoulders."
Do you think you won't follow to the end? Although the stalker said this, the black-haired young man quietly shook his head in denial and responded to her: "I'm afraid that girl's physical condition cannot withstand your movements. A body that has been in a comatose state for a long time, Just putting a strong load on it can cause the heart to stop. I've seen examples."
When I was a child, some of my compatriots died like this.
Instead of speaking of the memory, Sigma made a proposal.
"I should use the stretcher [stretcher] with wheels more than you are used to. After taking her out, I will tell the demonic archer about this. That way, the hospital should not be an attack for him. Target."
It would be too tragic if he protected Chun alone and the hospital was destroyed.
"Oh~ that's interesting. Who are you proposing that battle for now?"
The "Shadow" looks like a boy holding a snake staff.
asked Sigma, his tone seemed a little happy for some reason.
For whom?
"This matter has nothing to do with your mission. And there is no benefit in doing so, as you said. Obviously, how can you plan to assist her in her actions?"
"Shadow" spoke as if he was testing Sigma.
"...Oh, it's okay, I'm sorry. Even though I am a shadow, I am still affected by my personality in life. If I were to appear as a heroic spirit, I would have a different form... However, our "shadows" can be regarded as actions of individual consciousness for the time being. Performance. Just think that the remnants left in our shadow are teasing you and turn a deaf ear."
The snake staff boy explained this, but Sigma could not easily turn a deaf ear.
Because——Sigma himself "can't explain" the reason why he decided to follow the stalker.
This is really a bad tendency.
Why don't I just leave the matter to her and retreat on my own?
Losing one's own spiritual direction is a fatal flaw for those who are mercenaries and use magic.
Sigma planned to tell Stalker that after reconsideration, he decided to leave.
but……
"Thank you." Stalker said with his head lowered.
Her voice saved Sigma's heart.
"You're trying to do good. You deserve redemption more than a dirty guy like me."
"..."
Sigma was a little speechless. The other party had thanked him like this. If he said "I still decided to go back" now, the relationship would have deteriorated to the point of no return.
This will hinder his mission success rate and his chances of survival.
After thinking about those things for a moment, Sigma did not respond to the stalker's words, but just followed her silently.
This night, the sounds of fierce battles between heroic spirits resounded.
As if they wanted to stay away from the noise for a while, the two of them walked around to the back door of the hospital. After confirming that no one was around, they entered the hospital's land.
Inside the ten-story hospital, magicians from the police force have laid out a human-repelling enchantment, and the ward floor where patients are staying has been laid out with Sandman spells.
The nurse on the night shift has temporarily fallen into a deep sleep, and it is also the time when inpatients naturally go to bed.
If the condition of a sleeping patient worsens, unnecessary victims may be produced, so the time for the magic to take effect has been set to a minimum.
Sigma, who learned this information from the watcher, thought that it would be okay to make some noise, so he tried to take the shortest distance from the back of the hospital.
Then, they quickly walked through the backyard of the hospital, but - when they were halfway there, the stalker grabbed the lapel of Sigma's equipment and pulled him aside in one breath.
"!"
What are you doing? - Faster than Sigma could ask the question, an object had fallen to where he was standing just now.
A large number of metal pieces inserted into the ground.
Those are all twisted weapons.
It is made up of many half-melted scalpels and scissors fused together to form a collection of spear-shaped blades.
Seeing the murder weapons falling down in large numbers, Sigma imagined that all the scalpels, scissors, bone saws and other tools in this hospital would be gathered here.
"That's right, kid. That guy was able to gather a large number of bladed objects in the hospital in such a short period of time."
The shadow that turned into the captain smiled and said slightly away from Sigma: "Okay, the 'second test' is here. Boy, overcome this test and show me your growth."
Sigma did not regard them as opponents. He speculated on the flight trajectories of those bladed objects and looked in the direction in which they flew.
then--
Where the blade came from, around the fifth floor of the hospital, there was a figure of a man standing perpendicular to the white wall.
"……Well!"
A moment of horror.
Sigma's magic circuit suddenly became unstable.
Although the magic power of the stalker nearby also became violent, but—
The magic power contained in "that" standing on the wall as if defying gravity is even more terrifying than that of a stalker.
Or maybe it can be described not only as a feeling detected by magic power, but also as an instinct developed through long-term battles as a mercenary using magic.
——"That person" is dangerous.
——Although Shadow mentioned that there is a "vampire" here, "that person" is a high-level existence even among vampires.
——Although it is not the "highest level" kind of existence, it is on a different level from ordinary monsters.
——"That person" is originally someone that humans cannot be enemies with.
Sigma only has one experience. He had fought something similar.
At that time, he teamed up with other famous magicians and magic users, and finally managed to defeat him, but - the "that" in front of him at this moment was more dangerous than the things he had defeated. As a person who uses magic, Sigma's accumulated survival instinct is constantly sounding the alarm.
The man said to Sigma, who was momentarily frozen, not because of fear, but because he was frightened by his magic power:
"...You made a good decision, kid."
"...?"
Sigma was confused by this statement.
"That man" continued while clapping his hands slowly.
"If just now... you had done something like that and left her, who is so lovely, to retreat alone, I would have dug out your heart, crushed it into a pulp, mixed it with sand, and then spread it among the pigs. In the feed bin at the farm.”
The man landed on the ground with a smile on his face while declaring that for some reason only the pig farm would be damaged.
After saluting politely, he glared at Sigma, smiled selflessly, and said with this weird expression: "But the judgment you are making now is also very bad, kid."
It was a complete reversal of what he had just said, and the man made an extremely irrational statement.
"I will never condone such a thing for a mere human being to move forward with my dear ones. Speaking of which, just because my dear stalker talks to a guy like you naturally, I will It’s ‘unbearable’.”
The man cracked his neck and opened his arms wide. With a fierce laugh and his own anger, he loudly advocated:
"I will make your body immortal, and then 'suck down' your magic circuits one by one. I will also poke out your eyeballs, crush your bones, peel off your flesh and blood, invade your brain, desecrate your heart, stir your lungs, and ravage your internal organs to the size of an inch. Ahhh! Ahhh! That’s right! Just chop the living body into billions of filaments and scatter them into the feed box of the chicken farm!"
As the man's tone gradually became confused, he arched his back and looked up at the night sky reflecting the light of the golden heroic spirit's Noble Phantasm - then he switched to a selfless smile and turned to look at the stalker.
"When the only person your heart can accept becomes like that, what kind of feelings will you have? Ahhh...oh...that's great! Beauty, you are really great! Just imagine that you are being The way my body is stained by my tears makes me burst into tears!"
Seeing the man who was actually weeping tears of joy while talking—Jesta, the stalker had already taken action.
She erased her emotions, added the accumulated anger to her magic power, and jumped towards the monster that was her master.
At the same time, he injected most of the magic power from the temporary magic power that the swordsman lent him to replace the magic power of the monster into his own Noble Phantasm.
"Black and white entanglement——"
[Zabaniyah]——
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Wearing golden armor, the King of Heroes - "Judge" Gilgamesh is still standing on the roof of the church where he stood at the beginning.
There are already several church roofs with Noble Phantasms inserted, although they are being replaced everywhere.
It gradually collapsed, perhaps because of the firmly laid barrier, so the roof could barely maintain its shape.
In the eyes of a third party, it seems to be a beautiful dance.
The appearance of the swordsman flying and dancing at an unusual speed between life and death couldn't help but attract the attention of Tini who was actually observing the scene, as well as everyone who used the vision technique.
The battle between kings and kings.
However, it was never a fair fight.
That scene looked like a king, waiting for an opportunity to attack the golden king sitting high up.
On the other hand, it can also be seen as a picture of a king in a high position punishing the king below.
However, this is why the swordsman attacks.
Since we are both kings, the advantages and disadvantages will change with the times.
This battle started for the reason of fighting for that advantage, the two people's offense and defense at this moment can be said to be fighting a battle - a "war" on the smallest scale in the world that is only carried out between the king's spiritual bases.
However, one of the kings had countless treasures that were built by his people and collected by the king.
In contrast, the other king only has seven "supporters".
On the side of the arbiter, the golden king was not careless at all, and attacked the swordsman seriously.
However, in response to the attack of the king entwined with gold, the king who used to be called "the heart of a lion" still did not stop attacking, and accelerated his body even more to pass through the cracks of death.
Brilliant speed.
Usually, in the eyes of humans, battles between heroic spirits are mostly beyond the scope of human beings.
However, even taking this into consideration, the swordsman's speed still seems a bit abnormal.
As a heroic spirit's basic performance, it has its own speed.
The speed achieved by applying magical amplification processing. And the speed that can only be said to be due to some kind of "blessing" given by the Seat of Heroes related to his anecdotes.
After all of them were intertwined and combined, the swordsman, who possessed extraordinary speed even for a heroic spirit, jumped in all directions among the tall buildings that turned into a battlefield, and at the same time shortened the distance bit by bit in a circular trajectory.
The March of Lionheart, which has been carried out for a long time, is indeed as powerful as a storm sweeping across the land and sea.
——"Only a general with protection from the wind can finally stop him."
It is so praised for its unparalleled marching speed.
The Lionheart King, who has an anecdote that "always rushes to the battlefield at three times the normal marching speed", finally shortens the distance between him and the opponent to the point where his sword can touch the golden heroic spirit.
"Oh, do you have to stand in front of me even if you disrespect?"
I can finally start -the golden king spoke as if it seemed to have this meaning, and cast "the treasure of the king [Gateofbabylon]", and flew behind him, intending to open a large distance again.
However, it became a good opportunity to give swordsmen.
"——" The Sword of Victory [Excalibur] "!"! "!"! "
The swordsman struggled to the golden arched soldier who danced in the air, with a glorious sword blooming in his hands, splitting into a chop of a huge light belt.
"Innocent!"
Then, Gilgamesh appeared countless shields in front of herself, and the light band was foggy when it resisted.
"I didn't expect you to treat me with that kind of fakes that imitate the relics of the star. If I hadn't ruled it, this was enough for you to die tens of thousands of times, ***! ... oh."
When the diffused light spot disappeared and Gilgamesh disappeared, when the countless shields of the floating noodles dissipated, they found that the swordsman who had been in front of him had lost his trace.
And also felt that behind the ground, the huge magic was coming below the church's tilt roof.
When the golden arched soldiers narrowed and turned around, they saw the swordsman with a sword. " -" The long -lasting [EX] ... The Sword of Victory [Calibur] "!"! "
From the slope to the top, the second light band was hit.
But that blow is also like
Just now, he was resisted by countless shields. but--
Power is different from the previous first hit. The shield with that wave of attack was pushed up, causing the golden king's body to float a few meters.
"you……"
Between the gaps of the golden king, the golden king confirmed that the swordsman's hand was holding the treasure he shot.
"I said it would borrow it with you?"
The swordsman clenched the long sword treasure, and at the same time drilled into the directly below the enemy, and directly let the sword entangle the glory.
The decorative sword that the swordsman first held, when he first liberated his real name, he crushed with that hit.
However, the treasure of the mythical era, even after the second liberation of the real name, is still alive, and continues to have the nature of being a treasure.
The swordsman just hit the third light band like a magic -like form.
The golden king launched the shield to resist. Although there was this blow, the body was pushed to a higher altitude.
Then the swordsman hit the fourth light band again.
The swordsman hit the fifth and sixth time of light from the roof of the church, and did not give the opponent to reorganize the situation at all.
Even more terrifying is that when the interval between the swing is slowly shortened, when the number of cutting strikes exceeds 20 times, the bloom of light has been interrupted, showing a huge light belt that hit from the ground and run through the night sky.
It is just a declaration. This is not only an infinite combo, but also an endless strong blow.
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A few minutes ago before the hospital, parking lot.
Time goes back earlier.
There is a parking lot between the hospital and the road.
The place with moderate spacious space, because of the impact of driving people's enchantment, almost no car is parked here. From here to the entrance of the hospital where John was hit, there were no obstacles at all.
Because John was attacked, all police officers who had left the power to launch a operation together.
They have different "treasures" in their hands.
These have lost mystery or magic, which has long been a weapon of simply relics. After being passed on with the hands of the warlock, it has become a "imitation treasure".
Their attacks can be said to have added all the combats they want -Queen Fan, and the tricks from the dead corners.
In fact, the cooperation between them can even have a higher level compared to the performance of the police station when fighting with the sneakers.
But -the arcaders of the arcaders of the mad warrior, the archers of the power of the demon, not only avoided, but not even the weapons in their hands to defeat them.
Although his body suffered all the knives, arrows, and bullets that hit himself, he couldn't see the effect at all.
"Damn ... is this guy like the Deader named Gutta ..."! "!"
One of the police officers gritted their teeth.
In their minds, the memory of the instantaneous instanties of the police station appeared.
Although facing the repetition of the situation at that time, there was no option to escape in each "28 monsters".
If you retreat here, we who have obtained "justice" — the meaning of our existence will disappear.
Like John, they live in the mouth of the director, which is close to the words of hints. Having said that, they did not expect to sacrifice their lives and constantly think about what to do to prevent the monsters in front of them.
During their thoughts, the arched soldiers who turned into aliens walked. However, all the attacks that just aimed at the key attack were blocked by the fabric on him. When waiting for the opportunity to attack the arm or side abdomen, although it was different from the hit fabric, there was indeed the feel of "attacking the hit", but it was still not as "successful to successfully given. The field of effective strikes.
Not only is there the cloth that makes the attack completely invalid, is there an unusual strength of the physical body?
Moreover, although the police have not correctly understood what happened, considering that he got the demon
For the matter, it is best to have a corresponding improvement in its endurance and magic resistance.
In this case, isn't the enemy in front of you, there are no weaknesses at all?
When the word "abandoning" appeared in the police team's mind, the alien archers were approaching step by step.
"...? This guy, why don't you attack in one breath?"
A police officer asked questions, and other policemen answered:
"Yes, he can clearly defeat us in an instant ..."
At this time, the woman who kept calmly observing the situation where the distance was kept away -as the deputy of the director, and also one of the core characters of the "28 people monsters", Bei Lievit said:
"I think, is it probably alert?"
As a policeman, she is also a pure magician.
Although Bei Yisheng is the sister in the Magician family, but because of her sister's magic circuit, she is a sister inherited the magic engraving and grew up in her mother's breeding.
As a sister, Aimalia, in the absence of the magic world, is engaged in a doctor in Snonfield.
Because Beho's family is responsible and must assist in the Holy Grail war, she inherited the position of her family and participated in the Holy Grail War in the state of inheriting the magic circuit of her mother.
Although all the seals of the transplantation have not yet been completed, and a heir who is a semi -hanging child, the "28 people's monsters" have indispensable power, which can indeed be called the confidant of the director.
Then she took the movement from the equipment belt from the waist and took out a small glass glass test tube that was not adjusted with modern equipment.
She threw the glass test tube in front of the enemy's archers and used the specially decorated special turbine pistol to sniper the test tube with her hand.
Bullets accurately penetrate the test tube -the next moment, a wide range of smoke screen spreads.
That's not just ordinary cigarette curtains. The smoke is full of magic, which can be randomly changed, which can be said to be used to interfere with the mask's perception.
If you take it for granted, after seeing the dense smoke screen that will cover the sight of the line of sight, the arched soldier murmured lowly:
"... Do this hateful thing.
Then, the huge body seemed to be as if she was going to avoid the smoke curtain, and they moved a lot and moved their positions.
Best's prediction is right.
Alien arcaders -Alikez's alertness is other elements, not police teams.
It was the sudden swordsman and the hero Wang Gilgamesh who started fighting with him.
Although the two are now fighting each other, it is difficult to predict when they will point their finger at themselves.
Moreover, Alkades not only felt that the swordsman also existed with other heroes of the heroes. At first, the "water shield" resisted the mysterious monster that he tried to destroy the hospital's attack, and his breath had not disappeared.
This is not a duel that keeps etiquette, but an endless campaign that attacks it without being unprepared.
Alxeds, who knows this truth, can instantly slaughter the surroundings and attack its own police team, but since it cannot show any flaws, he can only act with caution.
This situation is made because the police have more than a certain amount of strength. They have accumulated things to this day, and the consciousness of gambling on their lives are by no means in vain.
There were twenty -five policemen present.
The rest are the guards of the director and those who collect information, they all stay in the police station. Although the pioneer to the target ward, due to the appearance of the hell dog manipulated by the archer, the hell three -headed dog, no one still arrives at the ward.
"Do you want to send a few people around Qiu Chun's ward?"
The policewoman who held the bow of her bow whispered, and Bei said quietly about her opinion.
"If a few people have passed, in case the hero of Qiu Chun is hostile, it will be sacrificed in vain. If you want to go, I hope to deal with the situation from one of my own strength.
The mad warrior went, but he ... "
The lingering foundation of the mad warrior was severe damage, and maybe he had escaped from the front under Ferrat's order.
"... If the hero understands that Qiu Qiuchun has become a goal, he should take some actions to protect the owner. She has not left the hospital yet, and she said that she may not be aware of this situation, or she does not want to protect it at all. She ... maybe she has absolute self -confidence, and she can completely protect her without moving the dry Qiuchun. It is one of these possibilities. "
If possible, hope is the last possibility. While thinking about it, she took out several test tubes and cast it around.
Only then did I think those who were thrown with magic, flying into the sky to surround the scene widely, but they were immediately crushed by bullets, and the same smoke curtain immediately spread throughout the surrounding area.
Bei Yan originally intends to use this smoke screen to obstruct the enemy, and take advantage of this short time instruction to send who will be used to go to the ward, but -
"Wait for kung fu."
The alien archers will grow up with the devil wings on the back, and they will blow up the strong magic wind around them.
Weathered with ominous magic into several small tornado, starting to capture the smoke screen like eating the smoke screen.
"How do you deal with such a monster ..."
A policeman spasm cheeks. Just when the police's face is about to show despair colors-
A figure rushed across the gap of the smoke screen.
"Stop! It's useless!"
Although they couldn't see the appearance of people in the storm and smoke, they noticed that the police officers who dressed like us were shouting to stop words.
In fact, even Alkades also believed that it was an assault.
No matter what attacks, the police who approach their own cannot be used by themselves.
If the opponent takes the nursing of Neojia Lion, it may be used in a fist to fight the attack. But do that to do that, without the pretty magical power, it will not even cause abrasions.
Alikez understands that he can only hinder your hands at the moment of pulling the bow, and it will become a flaw to expose the opportunity of other heroes.
Especially the hero king. Even if he is confrontation with the swordsman, he may still hit him with a hit. Or if the "stray bomb" hit the gap in the nieme lion leather gap, it will even become a fatal injury directly. Or, if you have a treasure that stays in front of the deterioration and has twelve -fate, you may not be able to fully pull the bow — but now it is not worth revealing that flaw.
In this case, just like the brave policeman who had broken his neck at first, removed with a blow from his arm and decided.
Alfaids raised his arm high, waiting for the moment when the policeman who was hiding in darkness and smoke approached himself.
Then -at that moment, Alkides felt the big magic behind him.
"!"
——Is this magic ... swordsman?
Is the swordsman who is fighting with Gilgamesh, what treasures did you hit?
Although I felt that the magic was not hit here, but it was hit by the sky, Alkades did not look away from this little threat from this approaching.
Is such behavior really from the psychological preparations that even the enemy who is short?
no.
Alkades is not unswervingly.
It is "unable to move away."
That was the result of his "heart -eye".
Not instinct.
It is the skills, experience, experience, and the five senses that have accumulated so far, and the soul that constitutes his flesh and blood, and refuses to look away.
Now, what should be alert to be at present is not other heroes.
It was a policeman approaching the eyes.
He told himself that he accumulated.
The reason will be explicitly expressed immediately.
Behind Alkades, a landscape runs through the sky, illuminating the face of the police approach.
At this time, the opponent's face was exposed from the gap between the cigarette curtains scratched by the tornado. When I saw the face, Alkades moaned:
"What ...?" The face was unquestionable. It was the face of the man who had been interrupted by his neck bone and hit the hospital.
"Oh oh oh
The man's roar made a word that could not be said, and stepped on the earth.
The acceleration of that moment had exceeded its own predictions.
Fitters to the positioning than the defense arm reached the positioning, the short body of a man jumped towards Alkades with a momentum like an artillery shell, and came to the fabric -
Picking out his knees and hitting the nose of the alien arcaders wrapped in the cloth.
"About ... John!"
The police exclaimed.
According to the way he was hit before, many policemen imagined the words "death on the spot".
Even if John has the magic circuit, there is no magic engraving of a single single.
It is another thing if you have the magic seal that can exercise magic and repair your own magic when you are dying, but John, who does not have the engraving, can be saved, not to mention that he still appears in the way with the power of the two people. No one imagined such a thing at all.
However, John appeared.
And it is the magic of the ordinary magician, and uses that magic to strengthen the body and nerves several times.
——In John.
——It is this, is this man called John?
Alkades, who has endured his knees, was hit by himself, even if he still calmly remembered his opponent's intelligence in his mind, flipping his body in the air, and his feet facing down.
However, those feet were swept away by John who did not know when to go behind him.
"oh……"
After speaking the admirable words, Alikes supported the ground with one hand, and pursued John's approaching with the empty arm.
The meat and bones squeaked, impacting the whole body of Alkades.
John was so straightforward and refused to combat, so that Alkades had a gap in the gap and continued to combat it. -What happened?
——The him just judged two people just now ... No, should he say that he grew up?
Even as a magician, it has surpassed the field of ordinary people.
The accumulated experience during his lifetime is telling himself that the power of the police in front of him is enough to match the enemy's strengths that have been fighting in ancient Greece.
——In the power of treasure? Or does the warlock do?
Although Alfreds confirmed that this wave of attacks caused damage to his body, he did not feel a sense of crisis.
Compared with the queen of the Amazon, the pain only felt that this pain was like being beaten by a young child.
But -he took the maximum alert to the man in front of him.
--Why?
Alikez took the combination and thought.
—— "Why should I warn this man?"
