This is My Holy Grail Battle

"Archer, don't take it lightly at any time..." Suppressing his anger, Hammett said neither humble nor overbearing: "Since we can meet a follower like Lancer who is as unconventional as you, then it is also possible to meet a heroic spirit of the same level. Not impossible."

"Oh? A servant with the same personality as this king, except for a close friend? Haha" Gilgamesh asked: "That's just right, this king wants to see whether the Holy Grail War will be a hero or a piece of shit."

Archer took a deep leap from the roof, and the golden Sanhua fell from the sky along with the falling raindrops.

"pat..."

Gilgamesh stepped steadily on the parking lot downstairs of the hotel, and Hammett immediately followed without hesitation.If ordinary people fell from the eighteenth floor of the hotel, they would definitely be smashed to pieces.But neither Servants, who are not bound by the laws of physics, nor Hammett himself will have any problems.

The purple mist is the gushing magic power, and the entangled fireflies are the condensed wind.The element supported Hammett's body, and slowly fell from the air, and the black leather shoes stepped on the puddle without even causing a wave.

It wasn't Hammett's graceful movements, but his habitual quietness.His dark purple hair had long been wet from the rain, and his neat black suit was already messy.

"Don't you pay attention to your appearance?" Archer was very dissatisfied, "You look like a drowned rat."

"I'm very sorry, it's not easy for me to guarantee the safety of the landing." Hammett didn't lie, although he was a little bit skilled.But he couldn't bounce off all the rain while turning into a light feather.

"Useless trash, no matter. It's my king who didn't think carefully." Archer opened the car door directly, "What are you doing in a daze, get in the car!"

The corner of Hammett's mouth twitched, and he got into the driver's seat in the messy wind and rain.

"Southern District." Archer leaned comfortably on the back seat, and opened a golden door after speaking.Like fetching something from a cabinet, Archer took out a glass of wine.

If Hammett remembered correctly, just yesterday he saw countless treasures shot out from this golden gate.The shocking power made people tremble, and every magician who watched this place was in fear.

"Why go by car?" Hammett was curious. "You don't have to."

"Comfortable." Archer replied.

Originally, Hammett thought that Archer didn't take the shiny golden airship just to prevent the mystery from being exposed.I didn't expect it to be more comfortable just sitting in the car.

It's a long way to the South District, but Archer doesn't seem to be in a hurry.Hammett has been a bounty hunter for twenty years. When he first came into contact with modern society for his livelihood, he didn't even know what a steering wheel was.Looking back now, he is already a skilled old driver.If there is a rugged mountain road in front of him, he can also gallop on it.

It's just that he still didn't drive fast, the rain was a bit fierce and anxious.Hammett can't spoil Archer's elegance, so he must not overturn the car, and he must drive steadily.The non-stop raindrops slammed on the car, and the foggy water droplets covered the windows, and he had to turn the windshield wipers to the maximum.

"Well, it's almost here." Archer shook the wine glass in his hand, "But it's really disappointing to smell a few bedbugs first."

"My lord," Hammett asked, "are the Dead Apostles a bunch of creatures of what?"

He probably guessed where he was going on the road, but instead of being calm all the time, he became nervous.Hammett has rich experience, even facing those first-class magicians, he will not be nervous, but he will inevitably feel a little uneasy when facing the dead disciples he has never seen before.What kind of creature? "

"A bunch of dirty bedbugs, born bastards." Gilgamesh spat mercilessly, "For this king, they are trash and bastards."

"To you?" Hammett thought it was to Heroic Spirit.

"Death is the best mercy for them." Archer said lightly.

"What about us?" Hammett asked again.

"you?"

"Mortal." To a heroic spirit, even a magician can only be said to be an ordinary mortal, right?Since Dead Apostles are weak to Heroic Spirits.So what about ordinary magicians?Hammett still wants to get to the bottom of it, at least Archer is now happy to answer his questions.

"They are born bastards, and no one can change them. A bunch of pathetic guys, they don't deserve to live at all." As if to confirm Archer's words, there was a sudden loud noise in the shop on the corner of the street.Immediately afterwards, a ferocious-looking man rushed onto the street carrying numerous shards of glass.

'Is this the Dead Apostle? ! For a moment in a daze, Hammett stepped on the brakes subconsciously.

Because of the heavy rain, the street was surprisingly quiet.Only a few scattered pedestrians walked through the rain holding umbrellas.

Hammett saw the Dead Apostles?No, the guy who stormed out of the shop was no dead Apostle from legend.It was a corpse infected by the dead after being sucked blood!

Stab it--!

Three sharp blades shining with cold light pierced through the corpse's body, and the darkness covered the opponent's figure. It took Hammett a long time to realize that it was a proxy!

Precise, efficient, ruthless.Of course, these are not important. The most important thing is that Hammett didn't smell a trace of magic from this person.This means that the man in front of him did not cast a spell but only relied on his physical strength!

However, in close combat, both dead disciples and corpses are so fragile,

When a corpse dies, Hammett discovers that the real Dead Apostles are hiding behind.It's just that he was obviously a terrible vampire, but he was chased and killed by an agent for an entire street.

Chong——!

It was difficult to see the opponent's movements with the naked eye, and Hammett only saw the agent and the dead apostle passing by.The sparks brought by the violent impact are still clearly visible in the torrential rain.

"Boom." The bodies of the two sides collided together, and the burst of air made Hammett suspect that the two cavalry servants were fighting.

The water flowing in all directions even hit the car window, and Hammett hurriedly rolled down the car window.He didn't want to miss this battle between the Dead Apostles and the Agent, although he couldn't do anything as a passer-by...

Wait, passerby?Hammett suddenly remembered Archer, and he immediately looked back.The King of Heroes who was originally sitting in the back of the car had long since disappeared, leaving only a row of empty seats.

Hammett wanted to contact Archer with the stigmata bestowed by the Holy Grail, but in an instant, the Dead Apostle and the Proctor had already decided the winner.

The furious Dead Apostle opened his scarlet vertical pupils, and he opened his sharp teeth to bite the substitute, but was held back by the black key.

The two sides began to wrestle, and even the hard concrete floor had spider web-like cracks due to the huge force.The rainwater began to flow along the cracked cracks, and after a while, it pooled into a puddle under their feet.

After a moment of stalemate, the agent gained the upper hand.The Dead Apostle was sent flying with great force, and slammed into a street lamp fiercely.The pillar made of steel was as fragile as a chopstick, easily snapped off by the Dead Apostle's body.

Whoosh-!

In an instant, the Dead Apostle was penetrated by the agent.Go in from the chest and come out from the back.But even with such a heavy injury, the Dead Apostle still did not fall.He raised his head and slammed into the agent fiercely, and fled quickly after forcing the enemy away.

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the pierced dead disciple's mouth wailed indistinctly, and his short black hair was already stained red with blood.With those red eyes, it looks like a hungry ghost in hell.The skill of the agent is so strong that Hammett, who is well-informed, rarely sees it.

"Clap clap clap..."

"That's right. It's a great honor for me to be able to see human beings singing hymns in this era." At some point, Archer Gilgamesh had already stepped on a street lamp.He stood on it and applauded, as if watching a gladiatorial fight.