Becoming infinitely stronger starting from Marvel

Chapter 467 Kennedy's Dodge

"Thousands of times?"

Hill couldn't help but take a breath and looked at the stern man in front of him.

"Yes." Emiya Kiritsugu gently rubbed his swollen head.

"This...how many times have you used your ability since you obtained the talent last night?" Hill couldn't help but ask.

"How many times? Or rather, I used it almost non-stop, about three times a second on average."

Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't help but say: "This ability is really convenient. It doesn't consume any energy. When you are tired, you can just fall asleep in the predicted future to recover your tired spirit."

"Three times per second." Hill couldn't help but take a deep breath: "What about you now?"

"Yes, I have been using it all the time." Emiya Kiritsugu said with a cold expression: "Every second of time is stretched to three days. Every time before I come back, I have to think about what I need to do in reality."

Although Emiya Kiritsugu spoke very calmly, Ciel understood the horror behind it.

One second is stretched to three days, which seems extremely fragmented to the people facing it in reality.

In front of them, Emiya Kiritsugu might appear very happy one moment, but would immediately appear extremely calm the next second.

Because the so-called happy emotions are all worn out in the foreseeable day, leaving only endless indifference in reality.

Hill felt that the man in front of him was even more reliable than his former right-hand man Himmler.

'If we had let this guy micromanage during the war, we might not have lost.' Hill couldn't help but think to himself, and at the same time, he felt a strong sense of victory.

"If I work with this man, maybe... no! I can definitely win this war!" Hill thought firmly in his heart.

"By the way, those two from the Matou family are also Heroic Spirits and Servants." Emiya Kiritsugu reminded, "Those two guys are very difficult to deal with. It's better not to meet them before you find a way to restrain them."

"What are their capabilities?" Hill asked.

"Eyes that can destroy all transcendental things and an immortal body that can heal everything." Emiya Kiritsugu said as he recalled the battle scene in the future.

No matter how they fought, no matter whether they dismembered Kariya or tortured him to death, they could not break this guy's mental will.

Every time, the opponent would be a heroic spirit that crawled out of hell with a determined gaze to fight him.

Unless he was sure he could crush this guy mentally in one go, Emiya Kiritsugu really didn't want to be entangled with him.

"The opponents this time are all tough guys." Emiya Kiritsugu thought to himself.

Looking at Emiya Kiritsugu who was always in control of his wisdom, Hill asked: "Have you obtained the information about everyone?"

"Of course not. I have only predicted it more than 150 times. This period of time only allows me to know the names and some basic information of million people in the city."

"But I have marked most of the Servants and Heroic Spirits of the Holy Grail War."

Emiya Kiritsugu said this, looking towards the Fuyuki City airport in the distance.

According to prediction, a battle is taking place there at this time.

"Don't even think about running away, you loser."

On the road to the airport, a car tire was punctured by a thrown stone, and after drifting for a while, it hit the curb on the side of the road.

Kennedy looked at the man getting out of the car in front of him with an arrogant look and said, "You must be one of the losers who was killed by that adult."

The man's face was gloomy. He said nothing to Kennedy's question, but his right hand subconsciously reached behind his waist. His talent was [Mechanical Manifestation].

As long as the corresponding materials are provided, the machine can be materialized equivalently.

From ordinary bullets to interstellar spacecraft that travel through the universe, everything can be materialized through equivalent exchange.

"Don't struggle, just submit to me." Kennedy said with pride, "Use your abilities to serve me and let me reach the other side of victory."

But how could a man agree to this? In the end, there can only be one winner, and the end of surrender is eternal torture worse than death.

"What a joke! Go to hell." The man pulled out a submachine gun from his waist and shot at Kennedy's head.

"You won't give up until you see the Mississippi River." Kennedy said disdainfully, and the next moment he got into a boxing stance and faced the submachine gun directly.

"Da da da da da da!"

On the highway, the sound of submachine guns firing was like thunder, but Kennedy paid no attention to it.

After all, he has the absolute ability to dodge!

The next moment, facing the oncoming bullets, Kennedy's head shook wildly from side to side.

Every shake is a rhythmic movement, and the brain shakes faster than a submachine gun bullet, leaving countless afterimages.

With this kind of swinging speed, an ordinary person's brain would probably be thrown out of all his orifices if he followed this kind of swinging arc, but Kennedy looked as calm as ever.

If his brain had been this sensitive when he was riding in the convertible, there would have been no chance for his so-called creative thinking.

"Damn it, how could this happen? What on earth is this guy's ability?!"

The man holding the submachine gun in his hand couldn't accept the guy in front of him whose head was shaking like a ghost. What's wrong with this guy?
The next moment, the man lowered the muzzle of the gun, pointing it from his forehead to Kennedy's abdomen.

This time his head did not shake, but he belly danced like a water snake, spinning in the air and almost flying.

oi…io…oi…io
In mid-air, facing the bullets from the submachine gun, Kennedy's figure turned into a phantom, easily dodging wave after wave of bullets, and then steadily approached him.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

With a series of clicking sounds, the man's submachine gun had completely used up all the bullets, and he could only look at Kennedy approaching in despair.

"I've already told you that you have no chance of winning."

Kennedy smiled, dodged the opponent's sneak attack with the knife, flew directly behind the opponent, and kicked him hard, knocking him over.

After dealing with this enemy, Kennedy stepped on the man's back to control him, and looked at Tohsaka Tokiomi who was approaching from a distance.

"This is the second loser today. Each of these losers has a talent system given by that adult. By controlling and possessing their talents to arm ourselves, this time the victory is ours."

Tōsaka Tokiomi nodded in agreement, then turned his gaze to Kotomine Kirei who was standing beside him and said, "Kirei, your Heroic Spirit hasn't appeared yet?"

"Still no, Sensei."

Kotomine Kirei shook his head slightly and said, "Although I sensed that I had indeed summoned a Heroic Spirit, there was no trace of it. That guy was like a ghost or a substitute. Even I, as the Master, could not find him."

Hearing Kotomine Kirei's answer, Tōsaka Tokiomi couldn't help but frown.

Because this matter was so strange, he felt that Kotomine Kirei's heroic spirit was the so-called phantom seventh person and did not exist at all.

(End of this chapter)