In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Come on! Let me bathe in your blood!"

【Liberation of Noble Phantasms—Iron Maiden of Fantasy! 】

The Heroic Spirit's greatest advantage was revealed, no matter how fast Kiritsugu's evasion was, the 'Iron Maiden' that appeared in the void would lock it firmly.

wow——

The 'coffin' full of sharp knives pierced the man's body, and when the coffin lid was closed, the blood gushing out was like a river of bright red!

"That's right, that's right! That's the feeling, the feeling of the blood of the strong!" Emiya Kiritsugu's blood drenched Camilla's whole body, giving her magic power a little bit of growth.

Extremely happy, extremely excited, when the treasure was released, the man with holes all over made her cruel smile reach the extreme!

The process doesn't matter, and the help of his companions doesn't matter, the important thing is that this man was finally caught by himself!

The original green eyes turned blood red, and the sharp high-heeled shoes stepped forward, ready to give the opponent a fatal blow like a queen.

As a male, the additional ability of Camilla's Noble Phantasm has not been brought into play, but the densely packed blades cannot be faked, Emiya Kiritsugu struggled to get up, and spat out a big mouthful of blood with a 'wow' sound.

Failed!

The secret to fighting the Heroic Spirit is to suppress the opponent until he can't use the Noble Phantasm, but the second Heroic Spirit who suddenly appeared interrupted his rhythm, resulting in a hard hit of the Noble Phantasm.

The body after the serious injury was ejected from the inherent skills, the time correction made the heart constrict, making the injury worse, he closed his eyes in pain, and every finger was trembling.

"Is it painful? It's okay, I won't kill you, it's more interesting to train|train a defeated dog." Camilla slowed down, and the feeling of destroying a person mentally was pleasant.

"Just you?"

The man raised his head, there was no trace of despair on his face, only a cold numbness.

The extremely suppressed magical power suddenly erupted, and this change made Camilla stop in her tracks——

"Time alter--square accel!" (inherent time control quadruple speed)

This was the maximum explosion of inherent skills, without delay, Emiya Kiritsugu leaped back, trying his best to escape into the distance.

He doesn't have the habit of fighting desperately, honor is bullshit, as long as it can achieve the goal, any means can be used.

The remote control that had been in his pocket was pressed, and the pocket left at the starting point exploded!The flames rolled up the body of the long-dead sniper, illuminating a large part of the night sky!

"Damn it! This bastard actually..." Camilla, who was about to chase after her, stopped. The sound of the house being blown down couldn't be covered by the barrier.

Even though she is in her prime now, she doesn't have the guts to challenge that tyrant!

"Phantom! Chase him up and kill him!" An exasperated scream sounded, Emiya Kiritsugu had already run far away, and Camilla didn't dare to chase after her. As far as her level of aura was covered, she was like a searchlight after leaving the barrier Eye-catching.

"Received, I will take his head." The gentleman bowed and saluted, and chased after Kiritsugu with his claws raised.

When Rome was alarmed, he didn't know if he could kill the other party, but a gentleman could not refuse a woman's invitation.

The Phantom of the Opera's footsteps gradually drifted away, and Camilla, who was extremely angry, kicked the mummy's head away, and ordered to the blood-red soldiers who had recovered:

"Prepare to retreat! I give you three minutes to clean up all living creatures within [-] meters!!"

The sound of the explosion and the strong smell of blood have woken up many citizens. A few seconds after Camilla gave the order, screams of horror sounded from everywhere, and three minutes later——

There are no survivors in this area!

PS: I owe everyone another update, well, there are still 40 votes left, so I owe 2 updates!

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen: On the Right Technique of Governance

Today's Rome is different from the past. It is not awakened by the noisy festival, but by the sound of sirens.

As soon as the sirens sounded, troops with live ammunition began to enter the city. Armored vehicles and tanks crushed the road and drove to the scene of the accident.

The police and army surrounded the area tightly, and it was a cordoned off area within a few kilometers, and no one was allowed to approach it.

Hundreds of people died in one night. If it were to change London, the whole city would definitely be bombed, and countless citizens would flock to the seaside, as if they were going to swim across the strait to join France.

Rome is very calm, except for a little nervous, people should do whatever they want.

This is not only the optimism of the noodle people, but also because the government has a whole set of plans, which were originally intended to be used by the tyrant to wipe his ass after playing, but unexpectedly, it will come in handy now.

The daily operation of the Roman government was controlled by ordinary people. These politicians of the old era were much darker than the British knights. The news was completely blocked, and even the news stations were forced to broadcast entertainment programs.

Even if there are rumors spreading on the Internet, Internet celebrities will stand up to refute the rumors and stifle all panic in the cradle.

"Interesting, this is the normal skill of ruling, much better than those elm heads in Britain."

Rosen in the hotel checked several channels, most of the news mentioned vaguely that there was an accident in the city, and there was no cause or number of casualties.

The room was small, and Mordred, who was lying on the bed reading comics, heard the soft groan, and the brat raised his head immediately.

"Hey, hey, who are you talking about with an elm head!"

"Your father and the group of tin cans. Forget about Jack. It's too big to cause trouble in the city." Rosen looked disdainful.

Mordred also participated in the whole process of the Battle of Britain, and there was really nothing to refute. He blushed and said shyly:

"It's Bedivere who is naive, and it's none of my father's business."

"It's wonderful to put the blame on the silver knight's head." Rosen applauded, his mocking tone almost made the 'father control' jump up angrily.

He was too lazy to talk about the old things with the brat, he pushed open the window, could vaguely hear the sound of the police siren in the distance, lit a cigarette, and murmured to himself:

"It looks like Assassin's hands. Emiya Kiritsugu shouldn't be so unlucky."