Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Saber took a long breath. Mordred, as a replica who had been poured into hope by Morgan, had a considerable degree of inheritance of his own strength. When he first entered the round table, although there were many shortcomings, the overflowing loyalty Heart, even outsiders can easily feel it, why did it become like this?

She said sharply: "Idiot! Losing the power of justice is like blood that doesn't flow. It is because of being a king that I am responsible for this country and only act according to my desires. What is the leading country and the corpse? different?"

The icy wind mixed with air poured into Mordred's heart, and Saber's sincere words hit her heart.

Until this time, until the swords intersected, it was a complete failure, but she still stubbornly believed in these things like a naive little girl.

What I hate the most is Arthur like this!

Mordred slashed horizontally with both hands, and swung the great sword in his hand in the manner of swinging a sledgehammer, and a piercing scream sounded along with her icy answer.

"My strength is made up of talent and my accumulated practice and battles. They are an extension of me. I talk about justice all day and become the perfect king. Compared to me, you are more like a Some walking corpses."

"Arthur, instead of these boring remarks, it's better to use strength to prove who is stronger and more effective, isn't it?"

Under the thick darkness of night, the surging magic turned into a tornado of lightning and cyclone, soaring into the sky. Even if it was thousands of meters away, Kenneth, who could not see the details of the battlefield, could still see clearly. Clearly.

Kenneth's face sank, if not for his fiancee, he would be angry now.

Such a good time before was enough to make the two horses exit, but they were messed up by the mad dog who couldn't tell the situation.

"Since I chose Berserker's job agency, I don't even have the ability to control a rabid dog and see the situation clearly, so I shouldn't have expectations for this kind of extreme eastern countryside."

Kenneth understood that no one was to blame. Who would have thought that Mordred would meet the King of Knights? Being in the position of Berserker, and encountering someone who is obsessed, this kind of madness can be said to be expected.

But his pampered character from a young age still made him unable to restrain himself from complaining.

"Enough, solve him quickly, use the Noble Phantasm, even if your performance is not enough, I can't lose!"

Kenneth frowned - he felt Sora's eyes glance over. Originally, in this Holy Grail War, Kenneth came here purely with the idea of ​​brushing his qualifications, so that Sora could see his excellence.

Even if he taught Weber a lesson, it was just a matter of the way. When he made special preparations for this war, he felt that he had won.

The best Servant, the best Master, such a combination has been shriveled since joining the war, and Kenneth is very anxious about this result.

After the madness, Mordred is on par with Saber in terms of parameters, and the power of the Noble Phantasm seems to be comparable, so let's use the master's advantage to crush it.

Let Saber keep using the Noble Phantasm, can that rabid dog hold up?

Kenneth, who just gave the order in his sharp voice, suddenly found that an abnormal fire alarm bell sounded around him.

"What's wrong?"

Sora stood up nervously. After seeing the battle of Heroic Spirits up close that day, Sora, who had never experienced magic warfare, even had a rebellious mentality about it.

However, Kenneth smiled instead and answered the phone from the room next to him calmly.

After hearing the news from inside, he nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

"There is a fire downstairs, it is estimated that someone set the fire artificially."

For the magician, this situation is not a crisis at all, and now the timing is so good, this kind of thing happened not long after Saber left.

"Someone came to attack, he is planning to drive away all irrelevant people."

Obviously the target of the attack, Kenneth was not only not angry, but the corners of his mouth still had a confident arc.

Back, the familiar feeling is back.

Create a commotion, drive out irrelevant people, avoid mystical exposure, and for the rest of the time, it's time to show your wits and skills.

This is the magic battle he is familiar with.

"I didn't expect that there are magicians who know the rules in such a savage place. Well, let the guests enjoy El-Melloi's magic workshop."

As the monarch of the Ore Branch of the Clock Tower, the support from the family allows Kenneth to have sufficient financial resources to build a workshop, even if only temporarily.

The huge barrier covered almost half of the Hyatt Regency Hotel from top to bottom. Unlike the Tohsaka House, it had twenty-four layers of barrier, filled with evil spirits and ghosts, and even a magic workshop in a different dimension. Servants cannot easily break through.

For most magicians of the theoretical faction, rather than taking the initiative to attack, it is the mainstream idea to perfect their positions.

Regardless of whether the other party brings a follower or not, Kenneth is ready to let the other party understand the value of life. However, if the enemy knows a little bit and takes the initiative to admit defeat, order the follower to commit suicide, and let him go out alive to convey El-Mello's glory. .

but--

Kiritsugu lit a cigarette after securing the person in charge of the evacuation with a hint magic.

"Do it, archer."

High above, overlooking the Hyatt Regency Hotel of other buildings, from bottom to top, the violent roar caused by layers of fire and explosions resounded throughout Fuyuki!

This was Emiya Kiritsugu's usual method. If he couldn't break through the workshop, he would just blow up the foundation.

Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes were indifferent as he looked at the building that was slowly collapsing because the support point was broken, and black smoke billowed from his body.

Next, it's time for his performance.

Although rationally did not think that under such an explosion, there was any magic that could protect them, Emiya Kiritsugu never underestimated the enemy, especially when the opponent was a monarch.

The people around have paid attention to it, and it is absolutely not allowed to expose the mystery and magic under the attention of the crowd.

However, terrorist attacks that don't involve magic are fine.

He took out his modified firearms dress and confirmed that the precious bullets were completely finished~www.novelmt.com~ Emiya Kiritsugu put him away, carried the gun bag, and walked towards the center of the explosion.

"Disperse the crowd and the hunt begins."

"Got it, master."

Archer sighed, "Yah, ah, daze, why do I always do such troublesome things."

In the case of exposing magic, he would be wanted, so in order to disperse the crowd, Emiya Kiritsugu discussed a more extreme method with him, and completely characterized the accident.

Because of his experience in the Middle East, Archer skillfully wrapped his head in a white cloth, dressed in a white robe, and rushed into the crowd watching the excitement, shooting at the sky with a gun in one hand.

"Allahhu Akbar!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

The crowd erupted into an even bigger riot and began to run away from the blasted ruins.

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