Intruders of the Moon World

Grasping the doll's arm vigorously, Shirou gritted his teeth and moved out the blade that penetrated into the abdomen little by little, only to hear a chaotic sound, the doll's body was opened, revealing densely packed short knives, steel needles, and short arrows, illuminated by the cold metal light Shirou's blood-stained face.

The trigger-like sound of the mechanism spring sounded, and countless deadly hidden weapons were aimed at Shirou!

"trace on!"

At the critical moment, Shirou yelled and kicked the puppet away. The blood-stained blade dragged out a string of minced meat. He didn't care to check the injury, and activated the projection magic under his teeth.

At this time of life and death, the twenty-seven magic circuits in his body were fully activated, and he completed a near-perfect projection in the shortest possible time.

Two broad-faced epees as tall as a person fell from the sky, interlaced and inserted into the floor!

There was a clatter of tinkling and chaotic sounds, as dense hidden weapons as locusts hit the sword, but no matter how many they were, they were just ordinary weapons, unable to break through the sword defense of the Noble Phantasm level.

Shirou curled up and hid behind the sword, but he was not hurt.He held the black knife Molizhitian tightly in one hand, squeezed out the strange breath from the knife as much as possible, and healed his injury together with the protection (sword scabbard) already in his body.

At the same time, he fixed his eyes on Morgan, his eyes almost burst into flames!

Morgan, who was standing next to the throne, looked at Shirou with a playful face at this time, flicked his left hand, waved his sleeves, and a pure white girl appeared in her arms.

"It's a face that everyone loves, isn't it?"

Her slender fingers stroked Ilya's face lightly, stroking the back of the ear, jaw, and nose, with a soft and smiling expression, as if she was playing with a beautiful work of art.

"Look, what a beautiful little guy." Morgan glanced at the extremely angry Shirou, snorted nonchalantly, and then set his eyes on Illya's delicate face.

"Although it is still immature, but its quality is very good. If you fine-tune and teach it, it will definitely become a very interesting toy. Even in the Age of Gods, such an excellent body is rare, let alone transplanted The 'heart' of a fantasy species is probably no lower than a unicorn hatchling in terms of value alone!

Considering the unidentified phantom species, the value of her body may be even higher.

How could I hand over such precious samples and toys so easily? "

She didn't lie to Hyacinth, she was indeed not interested in the "person" Illya, but she was interested in Illya's body.

Don't be surprised, she is a magician who always separates the body from the soul, and even the body... can be observed according to different parts.

She also had corresponding considerations in sending out the most powerful Berserker—she wished that the Berserker's "trial" would be consumed a few more times!In this way, when everything is over, it will be easier for her to deal with it.

As for her promise to Hyacinth, and what she said to Shirou just now... She is a magician known as a "witch", so it would be naive to believe that she would not lie!

Unlike modern magicians who only soak precious samples in formalin, Morgan has his own unique aesthetics, and the method of handling samples should be more artistic.

Dissection and slicing are extremely bloody and unbearable methods. In Morgan's view, they are no different from the behavior of a butcher, which will inevitably lower the style of a magician.

She prefers some special experiments, and she also has some curiosity about Illya.

For example, for an existence like her that is between humans and artificial humans, if it can be ripened by magic, can it grow quickly, and if so, how effective it will be.

Another example is whether an existence like her has the ability to reproduce, and if she has offspring, can she produce breast milk...

"Take her... hands off Illya, demon heretic!"

The light of magic power flashed, and a water-clear Taidao appeared in Shirou's hand, intersecting with Molizhitian, and charged forward with two swords in hand!

"Tch, you don't know what to do." Morgan glared at Shirou, who interrupted his train of thought, dissatisfied.

Somewhat dispiritedly waved his hand, the flames rippled, and the magic power condensed a series of small fireballs out of thin air and shot at Shirou!

Shirou didn't dodge or dodge, he cut off the oncoming fireball with a single knife—Boom!

The seemingly ordinary fireball caused a huge explosion, and the blazing flame storm immediately engulfed Shirou's figure!

boom!boom!boom!

The small fireballs that followed continued to plunge into the storm, and strong explosions sounded one after another, and the fused flames shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

Morgan withdrew his gaze boredly, knowing the result without even thinking about it, how could humans in this era survive such a powerful dragon fire.

The power of each fireball is enough to destroy a metal statue, and the superposition of many fireballs creates a storm that can definitely overwhelm even ordinary fantasy species!

According to common sense, this level of magic requires a long time to prepare, but Morgan's ancient divine language allows her to use this miraculous level of instant magic skills. This alone is enough to make a difference with modern magicians. A decisive gap!

That stubborn and hot-blooded red-haired boy should have been turned into charcoal, or worse, leaving only embers without a body.

What a pity, if he can be controlled and cultivated well, his sincere and fiery heart will be soaked in poisonous water, and slowly transformed into the complete opposite... Maybe this will bring him more Be happy.

But this is also something that can't be helped, who made him dare to disobey himself.

Morgan caressed Illya's face, enjoying the comforting softness and smoothness, without even looking at the flame storm, he turned around confidently, and began to observe the battle situation between Saber and the knights again.

"What a bunch of useless things!" Morgan just took a look and became disappointed. "The wheel battle was suppressed by one person... That brat Agguiwen refused to make a move?!"

Just when Morgan was about to urge the black knights, or simply do it himself, a frenzied fiery wind came from behind!

The strong wind blew Morgan's long hair, and she looked back in surprise, a brave and fearless figure rushed out of the raging flames, rushing towards this side with the momentum of moths to the flames!

A large area of ​​burns appeared on Shirou's body, not to mention the clothes, only the poor cloth strips were still hanging on them, constantly being eroded by the flames...

The burns on his body were so severe that it made people wonder why he was still able to move, but Morgan was not surprised by this, but by the fact that Shirou was still alive now.

With the power of the dragon fire, even a solid alloy would be melted into a puddle of juice, but he is obviously a body of flesh and blood, why didn't he turn into ashes, but just some burns?

Morgan's eyes were fixed on the black knife held tightly by Shirou, and he frowned: If it's the reason for this knife, then it is definitely not an ordinary weapon, and the level of mystery may be much higher than expected!

The crisp sound of snapping fingers rippled in the space, and layers of dark purple barriers blocked Shirou.

Morgan just thought about it and built solid barriers around her. For her, exercising magic is like eating and drinking. The obstacles that ordinary people cannot overcome are easily within her hands.

Therefore, she is not worried about her own safety, just like the priest she met in the church last time, he is considered a rare fighter in this era, but he is easily handled by her like an ant?

If it wasn't for that nasty kid, it would only be a matter of a moment if she wanted to kill the priest.

The obscure purple awns sneak into the ground. This is a spike with condensed magic power. Its operation mechanism is similar to that of a carnivorous plant such as a flytrap. As long as it is triggered by an approaching object, it will pierce it instantly!

A malicious smile formed on Morgan's lips.

She was waiting, waiting for Shirou to risk his life, to break through the barrier with untold hardships, and then rushed to her with blood, and was finally killed only one step away from the person he saved (Illya)!

Hope can turn into despair in an instant!

"Should I wake up this girl and let her admire the heroic figure of my 'big brother' who risked nothing to save her?" Morgan thought a little excitedly, "I really want to see what she showed when this young man died in front of her eyes." The facial expression, it must be - it must be the supreme delicacy!"

Shirou didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down in the face of the magic barrier. The projected sword had already been destroyed in the sea of ​​flames. The inside of his body was already a mess, and he couldn't even mobilize the magic power needed for the projection. Now he only relied on this black sword. It's just a knife.

Although the black knife has no edge, it has a different kind of "sharpness". Under Shirou's swing, it unstoppably cut through the first barrier.

"I flow · One knife Juhe!"

Shirou, who didn't choose to move forward step by step, was afraid of Morgan's attack, squeezed the potential of this tattered body, and desperately launched the strongest sword skill he could use so far!

The fierce and decisive sword light cut through the atmosphere!

There was a sound of shattering, and the five barriers in front were cut off with one blow!

There was crushing pain in his arm, but he finally got close to Morgan...and Illya in her arms!

However, when there were still a few steps to reach, the deadly purple light flashed past. Before Shirou could react, his right hand was pierced by seven ground thorns protruding from the ground...

When, when, when...

The arm had completely lost its ability to move, and the black knife fell to the ground powerlessly.

...Is this the end?

Shirou's only left hand that could move quietly hid behind him, with an extremely unwilling expression on his face, he shouted at Morgan in grief and indignation: "Damn witch!!"

"Hahaha......"

Morgan let out a rather unladylike laugh regardless of his image.

"Little guy, are you unwilling? Desperate? This is the end of resisting me, Morgan! Well, let Sleeping Beauty wake up and see your ugliness now. If the two are together, even despair will be doubled!"

Just as Morgan's hand was on Illya's forehead, the moment she looked away from Shirou, Shirou's expression of grief and indignation suddenly changed, becoming resolute and courageous!

When the left hand reappeared, it was somehow covered with a weird glove, the fabric and pattern were second to none, and the strangest thing was the bumps on the knuckles.

It is neither a spike nor an iron triangle, but a pointed cone with a rounded top...it looks like a bullet head.

Gathering all his strength, Shirou swung his left fist without hesitation, and with a trivial sound, the magic spike piercing through his right arm was easily shattered by him like glass!

Morgan raised his head subconsciously when he heard the voice, but the first thing he saw was a fist that was constantly enlarging in his field of vision——

Bang!

Morgan's world was spinning, and he involuntarily let go of Illya, and retreated back in a trance, covering his nose with both hands, and the snot and tears flowed out uncontrollably!

Her mind was in chaos, and she had always been confident. She, who had never been subjected to such a brutal attack, was suddenly at a loss like a rookie.

Shirou used his shoulder to drive his right arm, and caught Illya with difficulty, grinning again after touching the wound.

But he didn't have the time to stop and lick his wounds. He stepped forward and dodged to get close to Morgan's body.

A layer of spherical shield was instinctively opened by Morgan, probably because she has been playing the role of pushing others into a desperate situation, and she has never experienced similar things herself.Under the dual effects of pain and panic, she couldn't make any decent resistance.

However, even this layer of shield was easily eliminated!

Well, eliminate.

Shirou's left hand was just placed on it normally, and as soon as the glove touched the shield, it disappeared like a bubble.

Rather than smashing it with brute force, the way the shield disappeared was more like something wrong with the magic itself, causing the entire shield to collapse on its own.

The reason for this unusual scene was the strange pair of gloves Shirou was wearing.

This is a special magic dress made of Kiritsugu's relic Shirou got from the priest - the original bullet, carefully transformed by Medea (props made into A), supplemented by excellent silk weaving technology.

Its ability is not much different from the original bullet, but compared with bullets and guns, the current glove form is undoubtedly more suitable for Shirou!

Breaking through the last layer of barriers, Shirou's fist lightly touched Morgan's towering chest—determined the target, then retracted, clenched, and luck!

The principles of boxing exist in nature, every breath, every move, and every move clearly states the gist and points directly at the vital point. If one can concentrate on it without any distracting thoughts, even ordinary people can touch the extraordinary existence!

Under Morgan's horrified gaze, Shirou took a deep breath, ready to punch his wrathful king!

"collapse!!!"

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

When Saber kicked Lancelot's shadow to the ground for the third time, she felt that her physical strength was showing signs of exhaustion, so she decisively released the Wind King Barrier, forcibly interrupted the continuous offensive of the six black knights, and gave herself Strive for a certain breathing space.

"Sooner or later, the six of them will drag you to death if this continues!"

Saber is also very helpless, although these six people are not the main body, but they have inherited the style of the main body very well.

Both Gawain and Lancelot are extremely resilient knights, and ordinary attacks are not enough to defeat them. If they want to lose their combat effectiveness, they must release the holy sword.