Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

You can only wait for a gap, so that he can use the comet running method to escape the opponent's attack range!

But soon, this gap appeared——

The arrows are a little scattered, not as close as before.

The rain stopped.

Right now!

…………

"What if he hits it while it's hot?" Shirou said casually.

Atalanta was instantly disgusted.

"You—" Atalanta opened her mouth and dodged a few arrows, "The follower disappeared when he died, how could he do what you said!"

"Oh, oh, it makes sense." Shirou nodded, suddenly realized, and he remembered it.

After all, he hadn't been a follower a few times before.

And the one time I was, I was able to say a few words before I died, and I could hold on for a while with a shameless face.

"Then eat my trick, Akahara Hound!"

An arrow was inserted straight into the tree trunk next to it.

There is no tracking effect at all.

This is definitely not the decline of Shirou's projection technology, could it be——

Running out of mana?

"Master, please explain to me why my carefully prepared projection suddenly failed. What's the situation with your offering?" Shirou yelled through the contract.

But the voice that came over was Joan's.

"Hey, assassin! Your master is using the magic circuit too much now. Although the magic power has not been exhausted, the rate you drew was too fast before, and she is almost fainted."

"This—" Shirou's words got stuck in his throat.

He's already saving his mana.

Among the projected treasures, there are only three times to liberate the real name, and all of them are the blazing seven-fold ring, and the shield shield was projected for a while at the beginning, and then it was thrown aside. The rest is only the pseudo spiral sword, and It's just a projection this time.Every time is necessary.

"Assassin, I'm fine, I'm fine, please continue—if you want to fight. I'm just not used to it, don't worry, I will recover soon."

The words passed through the contract are already somewhat intermittent.

Shirou couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Traceon! Master, please hold on a little longer, I will try my best to consume as little magic power as possible." Shirou projected an A-level Noble Phantasm, the Akahara Hound.

True Akahara Hound!

"Assassin, your shooting accuracy is not good." Archer didn't realize what kind of treasure Shirou took out.

This is a powerful attack that is fully capable of tracking, and uses Phantasm Honkai to reach the power of a Noble Phantasm.

The reason why Shirou missed the shot just now was because he believed that the Akahara Hound could track it, so he didn't aim deliberately, but the sudden loss of his magic power caused his projection accuracy to drop seriously, and even the tracking performance was lost.

"Maybe." Shirou smiled.

too naive.

How can it be?

Even if he wasn't summoned at the Archer level, he could guarantee that his shots would hit every shot—as long as the opponent didn't move.

"Go to hell, Archer!"

The Akahara Hound quickly hit Archer's arm, no matter how much Archer twisted his body this time, it was useless.

Archer looked at the arrow that hit his arm in disbelief.

"die-"

A javelin flew towards Shirou.

Shirou ducked sideways, and the javelin bent like lightning.

"Sister, let's go!"

Suddenly, like a green light, Achilles shunned Atalanta away.

"Where to run!" Shirou wanted to project, but suddenly realized that he didn't need to do it.

He only needs Fancy Honkai to kill the enemy archer!

— but nothing happened.

Fantasia collapsed as if it didn't exist anymore.

Neither did the explosion.

"Assassin, I told you, don't consume too much magic power, your master has passed out!" Joan of Arc roared at him across the contract between Shirou and the man-made man.

Shirou scratched his hair.