This is My Holy Grail Battle

'If the Holy Grail War must be won, then this newborn little Holy Grail must die. '

Assassin was so close to her that he could even feel the heartbeat of the Holy Grail Girl.Gently stroking the girl's long silver hair, her heart beat very fast unconsciously.

"Assassin, we're almost there." Marco's voice interrupted the assassin's contemplation, and she saw that her master had prepared a document for her.

It was a strange 'newspaper', it was black and white, but the pictures were indeed in strange colors. Assassin saw the hero king Gilgamesh on it, and the blood in his body began to boil uncontrollably.

Painful feelings immediately climbed into the brain, as if the brain was burning, making Assassin go crazy!

The target of revenge has been identified, and Assassin felt the tyrannical power in her body impacting her reason.But it didn't take long for the Avengers to suppress the euphoria.

"It's the news from the front line. It's clear that the Noble Phantasm battle has already taken place before the servants have gathered." Marco's expression was very serious, and he also used magic to restore the combat situation at that time for Assassin.

It was a treasure phantasm flying all over the sky, and an extraordinary collision of a treasure phantasm.It was as if after a huge meteorite impact, a huge deep pit several kilometers wide was exposed on the ground.

Assassin clearly read fear from Marco's eyes, modern magicians simply cannot understand the power of the Age of Gods.

Chapter 005 Executer

The heavy twilight fell, and when the last red glow dissipated in the sky, dark clouds enveloped the small town.The torrential rain fell on the ground, and in just a moment, the overflowing rainwater turned the streets and alleys into criss-crossing rivers.The dark clouds that shrouded the sky were thick and dense, and they gathered more and more, covering the entire city.

The oppressive air smelled of mud, and the cars passing by him set off waves of water from time to time.

'It's raining late today. 'He is the Lord's agent, whose real work begins at nightfall.Alfonso wondered if the rain would stop tonight. If it kept raining, it would be a bit difficult for him to slay demons tonight.

Looking at the endless road in the distance, he couldn't help frowning. 'Maybe we're about to meet the Dead Apostles again. 'This is the first time for Alfonso to encounter such a difficult road, and today's weather is very negative.

He had to hold the documents in his hands above his head to protect him from the rain. Fortunately, although the paper of the documents is not waterproof, the outer plastic bag can help him block the falling water droplets.

'Lord, have mercy on me. 'As the cold rain hit his face, Alfonso prayed in his heart.

The documents inside are very important, they are records about the Holy Grail War.But now it is used by him as a temporary umbrella, not to say that he doesn't care about it, but rather disgusted by this sudden ceremony.

Alfonso has no desire to pursue the so-called Holy Grail, nor does he intend to summon followers.The agent who guards this city just wants to purify all the dead disciples attracted by the Holy Grail!

He's not a bloodthirsty guy, but some people really deserve to die!Although the rain washed away the bloody smell on his body, the people who fell in a pool of blood in memory couldn't wash it away.

No matter whether it is a child or a woman, or the old, weak, sick and disabled, it is a disaster that cannot escape.Dead Apostles needed blood and infected humans, and then the blood-sucked humans became dead and stood up...

They became walking dead after being sucked blood by the dead, and then they started to go crazy.And as an agent, in order to ensure the safety of other people in the city, he had to kill all these compatriots himself.

At that time, Alfonso watched his healthy brothers, sisters and compatriots become dead bodies.Trembling... piercing the sharp blade in his hand into the body of his compatriots.

He gritted his teeth and ruthlessly killed one after another...the husband who protected his wife, the brother who loved his brother, and the innocent child.Alfonso was able to infer the past of the deceased from their words, deeds, and clothing, and he held up the black key without showing his expression while suppressing the sourness in his heart.

He thrust in indifferently, and pulled out expressionlessly.He cried until he killed the last person.Tears fell into the ground along with the rain, soaking their whole bodies, and they couldn't tell where the rain was and where the tears were.

Alfonso remembers the oath he made when he first became an agent - to fight for the prosperity of mankind.

But now that he came back to his senses, he was slaughtering his compatriots.

Alfonso hopes that one day, a cure for the disease will be found.Heal all those compatriots infected by the Dead Apostles without stabbing the sharp blade into the human body.

There is no way to find it now, as long as you see it, you must grit your teeth and kill your compatriots.He is the executioner...

"Junzai, cleanse me of my sins." He opened his mouth to pray, but tasted the bitter sand in the rain.He is the Lord's agent, a priest willing to go to hell for the prosperity of mankind.

The rain here usually falls in the afternoon and stops almost at night.The rains in the rainy season are regular, and Alfonso has always followed them.However, the weather in the past few days has been somewhat disordered, and it seems that the spiritual pulse of the earth has fluctuated.Not only this one, but also several small islands in the distance.

This morning, the old priest Ramon in the church told Alfonso that the seventh servant was all in place.The Holy Grail War has come, and he must do a good job in the aftermath.

It was precisely because of the Holy Grail War that this quiet town ushered in a small peak of development.Many foreign forces have intervened here, and the number of magicians he doesn't know has increased to at least double digits.

Wiping off the rain on the compass, Alfonso emerges from the torrential rain and finds his way home after a long time.

It was an ordinary apartment, only the door was reinforced with steel.There are no subtle spells, no mysterious magic.Alfonso took out the key with his body temperature from his pocket, and opened the house like a man returning home in the middle of the night.

His clothes were covered in mud, and his wet shoes were left on the porch.

The room is neatly arranged, standard modern furniture.It's just that Alfonso didn't take a look at these appliances, but walked straight into the kitchen.He was hungry, thirsty, tired and a little sleepy.

Dinner had just been prepared, before the patties were even cooked, when he heard a knock on the door.He didn't ring the doorbell, but knocked on the door directly. The sound was as loud as an earthquake!

Alfonso revealed a crack in the door, but did not open the door.Through the small gap, I bumped into a bald man head-on.This bald man came to visit the door on a rainy night, looking extremely weird.Especially that Wugou's head, even if there is no light, it is still bright like a light bulb in the rain.

"Sorry, I don't believe in Buddhism." Alfonso wanted to close the door, but the other party also held the door.This guy was very strong, and the small opening of the iron door creaked when the two of them pulled it.

"It's okay, I don't believe it either." In the dim light, he stretched out his thumb and showed a sunny smile.Those two rows of white teeth almost blinded Alfonso's eyes!

Sareer, a Dead Apostle... one of the few Dead Apostles who can restrain their blood-sucking desire is also one of the church's focus.On the surface, it looks like a simple and honest bald head, and the face is also kind and like a Buddha.But the church was unable to determine the exact age of the man and could only rely on guesswork.And I haven't seen Saler before, so I can't even speculate on the combat effectiveness.

"I smell the aroma of malt." Saying that, Saler was about to go in, but Alfonso pushed hard, and the two sides were in a stalemate at the gate.

'It's just the overnight cake, it's a little wheaty, but that's what happened yesterday. '

The power of the Dead Apostles far exceeds that of ordinary people, and Alfonso is not a kind person.In fact, part of his body has been transformed into prosthetics, not only because of the replacement after serious injuries, but also because of combat effectiveness.

Creak, creak... The steel door made a sharp and piercing sound under the pressure from both parties. If the fight continued, the door might not be able to be kept.

"I smell the aroma of malt." Sareer repeated, walking in as thick-skinned as a city wall.

Alfonso let go helplessly, only to hear a bang.Due to the sudden slack, Saler pushed open the door and slammed his head on the floor.

when--!

This bell-like sound made the corners of Alfonso's eyes twitch. It wasn't that he was concerned about whether the other party was injured, but that he was worried about whether his floor would be smashed.

Sareer couldn't see the sun, but he didn't steal or grab it.Night work is not so easy to find, especially for a bald man like him.So when the night comes, you can see this dead disciple coming here to eat.