This is My Holy Grail Battle

Assassin just tried to use Enkidu's power to evade the King's Treasure, but compared to Artoria's intuition, simply changing and improving attributes is far less useful than short-term future vision, especially when facing Gilgamesh When the firepower is terrible.

"Another face?" Archer stopped attacking. Like Assassin, he might have been warned by the Master.

'Stop it, there is no way to hide the Holy Grail War if this continues! "Marco said worriedly: "If you don't leave, I'm afraid it will be too late. '

Although this is not a riot, it is also a city. Archer did not hide his intention to attack, and there were more than one witnesses.In tomorrow's news, I'm afraid there will be another gas explosion accident.

Rainy days and gas explosions seem to go well together.

The battle was still going on, assassin didn't stop because of Master's warning.Her attacks never need to be hidden, only the light and shadow of the sword.

Only Archer had to stop, the assassin's sword didn't need to be exposed at all at this time, she just simply swung the sword.

Forcing, Assassin used all available conditions to make Archer make mistakes.

First use the Noble Phantasm to conceal his past and future, and abolish the all-knowing and omnipotent star of Gilgamesh.After letting Saber lie in ambush nearby, he tried his best to provoke Archer.At the same time, in the urban area, Archer's gorgeous attack has become a burden, he can't do his best to pour out firepower while ensuring mystery.Maybe archer will do this, but his master will never agree.Once the mystery is exposed, they will become public enemies!

Either way, there will be a rift between the archer and his master.

Pull out the eccentric sword, just like last time!

The Command Seal on Assassin's right hand began to glow faintly, and the Saber in the distance was already ready.But Archer still didn't pull out the Deviation Sword, both sides were waiting.

'I don't believe it anymore, the sword is on your face and you still haven't pulled out your EA! '

"Enough!"

Assassin was going to charge with his sword up, wanting to put another pressure on Archer's body.However, the agent in black interrupted their battle, and the agent said:

"In the name of the Overseer of the Holy Grail War, I implore the two of you to stop this battle. This city shouldn't suffer like this."

Looking back at the surrounding area, the land here has long been turned into ruins in the battle.Fortunately, this is not a residential area, and not many people stayed here after proofing.Apart from the destruction of large areas of houses, there were not many casualties.It’s just that it’s not clear whether the mystery will be leaked, after all, any information is transmitted very quickly in this era.Although the Holy Church can deal with the aftermath, there is a limit after all.

Their eyes met, and neither Archer nor Assassin spoke.Such a weird scene made the agent couldn't help adding, "This is for the mysterious hidden law. If you two continue, you will be enemies of all magicians."

"It's him who needs to keep a low profile, not me." Assassin preemptively said, "I only use a sword. Even on the street, I can at most be accused of illegal possession of controlled knives. As for whether the mystery will be exposed, it has nothing to do with me." What?" As if to confirm this sentence, the magic power released by assassin no longer condenses into a suit of armor, but instead becomes a set of pure student attire.

"Look, I'm just a student with a handicraft." Assassin inserted the scabbard into it, then shrugged, and at the same time, he showed a witch-like smile while his hair was shaking. "The law is on my side, whether it's the inner world or the outer world."

Once again, the assassin didn't even draw Durandal, just put the long sword in the scabbard and charged.

But the next moment, Gilgamesh, who was confronting Assassin, disappeared.The King of Heroes did not back down, but his master seemed much less courageous than his followers.

"Damn bastard." Archer's face was gloomy, "Using the advice of loyal ministers, trying to make the king let go of the witch who blasphemed his best friend? Damn it."

Assassin saw with his own eyes that Archer summoned a golden flying boat, pulled his Master and flew away.The speed of the ark was extremely fast, and the assassin couldn't catch up at all.Before parting, she saw that the Command Seal on the enemy Master's hand was missing two strokes!

This time the plan worked, at least half of it.

Gilgamesh will never retreat under such a threat, only the Master can give such an order.And judging from the consumption of the command spell, the Gilgamesh summoned this time is likely to have A-level anti-magic power.

Just a small detail, assassin analyzed many things.I have fought too many Holy Grail Wars, and I am proficient in everything.

"We will meet again, Gilgamesh." Assassin smiled slightly. Although she failed this time, she knew that this Holy Grail War was still very long.One day, the King of Heroes will pull out his proudest sword of deviation.Then because of this sword, he went to perish. Assassin stepped back slowly, gradually hiding in the shadows.

Chapter 009 Dead

Saler woke up from his sleep, the sky was dusk.He lazily straightened his legs, trying to drive away the exhaustion on his body. He obviously slept until the next night, but he was still a little sleepy.Time flies in a hurry, and the day passes by in the blink of an eye.The chest is getting more and more stuffy, and the magic power is getting scarcer.His body was so light that he stepped on the ground for the first time and even forgot how to walk. Saler staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He had a feeling that death was getting closer and closer to him.Frowning, the shutters in front of him were tightly closed to block the sun, he walked out of the living room and saw his old friend Alfonso.

The priest who kindly took him in was lying on the sofa looking like he was dying, as if he had lost his soul.Saler couldn't help being curious, "Alfonso?" The old friend looked very tired, and looked more painful than him.

Sareer leaned forward cautiously, and asked with concern, "What's the matter with you?" He glanced at the door and window, and indeed he could see a ray of sunlight coming in.Although it was getting late, it was still daytime.It stands to reason that he, a dead disciple, is energetic during the day. It is impossible for a normal person to lie on the ground and not get up, right?

"A little... No, I'm very tired." Alfonso turned over like a fish, and almost fell off the sofa. "Holy Grail War, they're fighting."

"A follower?" Saler scratched his bald head, thinking for a moment before trying to understand the connection between the two. "They're fighting, it's none of your business as an agent. After seven days, they will all die without magic power." Just like me, not long to live.he thought.

"Having said that, I am the supervisor." Alfonso was helpless, "I can't let old Ramon go to work, right? The dirty and tired ones have to be handed over to us young people."

"Dirty and tired?" Saler was slightly puzzled, but he still opened his mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hiding up the mystery, I'm old at work." Alfonso's answer made Saler suddenly realize, but then he immediately felt that something was wrong.

"The rule of the Holy Grail War is that magicians summon servants to compete for the omnipotent wishing machine. Then, since it is a civil war between magicians, hiding the mystery is definitely the top priority. How about you, a proxy is exhausted .” Although Sareer is a dead disciple who lives in a small house, it does not mean that the news is blocked.Magicians are disgusting, but there are certain things that must be obeyed.

"Because they didn't abide by it." As he spoke, Alfonso didn't get angry, and suddenly picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and when he said this, he instantly regained his energy. "Look, what are these things?"

It was the news, or the evening news that Saler often watched.The first thing Saler saw was a bookish reporter, and then he saw his old friend Alfonso in the news screen.

These are not the most important, the scene of destruction in the background is the protagonist of this news.It's an old street in the southern district, and the name of the block is St. Luga. He has had a few cups of coffee in that place several times in the evening to refresh himself.If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't open the door, he wouldn't come here with a cheeky face, and he would probably go for a few cups of coffee.

Next came the show, pushing all 8 of all faults to the gas company.This is an old routine that Saler often sees, nothing new, but very useful.

"I've always wondered, do you guys have any grudges against the gas company?" Saler asked.

"It was originally the property of the church." Alfonso replied.

Saler did see the marks left by the explosion in the picture.He rubbed his eyes, the images of electronic products made him sleepy.If these traces are explained by a series of natural gas explosions, it does make sense, although the scope is a bit larger.

"How did this happen?" Saler asked suspiciously, "I even wondered if it was a terrorist attack. A magician would never do such a stupid thing, would he?" He could see that Alfonso All the hours of the day are spent, just to wipe the ass of this Holy Grail War.Finishing work is not so easy.

"Two servants fought here." Alfonso replied, "recklessly, destroying everything on the entire street. At that time, there was no complete land around, and later it was made to look more like an explosion accident. From yesterday It started late, and I've been working all day today."

"It looks very hard."

"Yeah!" Alfonso became hysterical because of his approval, and even tears came from the corners of his eyes. "The gas in the whole street exploded, how could it be hidden! I brainwashed the witnesses one by one, and I almost couldn't come back!" Zhen cried.This agent has never been tense in confrontation with heroic spirits; he has never flinched in mediation with magicians;But this incident was like a needle that pierced the agent's heart, and if he talked too much, only tears remained.