I'm Really Strong

The old Animusfia looked at the two strokes of the Command Spell that had already dimmed. It was the result of Beowulf's unhesitating casting of two strokes of the Enhanced Command Spell at the moment when Beowulf erupted.

"It's time to run," said the monarch Acherott.

"Running? Hehehe..." The dead old man, the monarch Urifis sneered twice, "Where are you going? Oceania, South America, Asia, Europe, Africa, or the North and South Pole? Or do you have a way to make We escaped to the moon?"

boom!

Old Ulyphis pressed the wine glass heavily on the table, his eyes rounded.

"As I said before, there is no way to turn back an open bow. Since you are doomed to fail, just like a magician, no matter how unwilling or regretful you are, you must accept your failures with restraint and dignity, or even if you die, The name of the family will cry too!"

"...Well said, magician."

One after another, the appearance of a man with a hundred faces appeared behind the crowd. It was not full, but just twelve. Every two Hassan was responsible for monitoring a monarch in shifts.

"Hassan!"

"Assassin!"

"...This number, so it is. The existence with multiple personalities in life splits into different individuals after becoming a realm recording tape, and the group of this individual becomes a whole."

"But why didn't the Cursor Wrist find out? No, it's not that he didn't find it, but he found it and didn't tell us! If other Servants didn't find out about you, it would be reasonable, but the Cursor Wrist..."

Whoosh!

The knife plunged hard into the fireplace beside Animusfia.

"Because before you became Master and Servant, we were all Hassan's people. The order you gave to Hassan's father is: kill the director Bai Ziqing at all costs, not to protect your lives, right?"

Hundred-faced leading blade, the royal sister Hassan with a dark blue ponytail opened her mouth indifferently.

It seemed that they found out that the magicians were resisting, but they disappeared without a trace with a sneer, only the ghostly voices of the Hassans sounded from all directions.

"Whether you..."

"Where to flee to..."

"us……"

"Will..."

"Look at you..."

"Always……"

It's a shame that if you only fight with twelve men of a hundred faces, you will definitely not be the opponent of six.

But the first mission of the Hundred Faces was to monitor, not fight, and now they show up just to give the six monarchs some small warnings and friendly advice - don't waste everyone's time, prepare to die .

As for the Cursed Wrist?

I have understood this since I discovered the posture of the man with a hundred faces, who is also Hassan. I calmly fulfilled the task of the assassin and assassinated the target—if it wasn't for the Holy Grail War, which had to cooperate with him to fulfill his wish, he was hired. Assassins have no obligation to protect their employers unless ordered to do so.

What's more, magicians are heretical to the Hassans.

If the mad letter is here, then he will not follow the order to kill like a curse wrist, but simply send the six monarchs to the road of death.

"Welcome your future and embrace your death, magician..."

Leaving this sentence, the man of a hundred looks completely retreated.

Old Uliphas clenched his cane tightly and wanted to smash the cane in half, but the magician's restraint and decency prevented him from doing such a move.Immediately, the old man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant: "Let's go, if it's over now, it's almost time for them to end."

The six monarchs got up, accepted the fate of defeat, and rushed to the death.

At the same time, on the battlefield on the island of Hawaii, the remaining four fell into a wonderful stalemate.

Hercules was once again killed.

"The eighth life, suffocation caused by a blood clot."

Twelve ways to die?

High resistance to the previous death method?

Pointless.

Finding twelve ways to die is not difficult at all, but anyone who has watched Detective Conan or a thousand ways to die in a previous life can easily think of far more than twelve ways to die.

"Hey, hey, Cú Chulainn, is it possible that the warriors from your kingdom of shadows are all so terrifying?" Beowulf didn't even know he himself, and there was a smile on his face.

Mingming's breathing was very short, and he obviously lost a lot of blood because his right arm was broken, and his condition was quite bad, but he was still laughing, smiling happily and brilliantly.

"Who knows." Cu Chulainn lowered his focus and stared at Bai Ziqing's footsteps.

"I'm not going to ask you, 'Do you want to keep fighting?', that's an insult to you. For you, 'A mere arm is missing, it's nothing' is the most appropriate line for you. Yes. Then, continue to attack!"

Bai Ziqing raised his fists and made preparations.

However, this action made the pupils of the two shrink.

"This action is—" Beowulf was taken aback.

"Pankrasin!" Cú Chulainn recognized.

Bai Ziqing's movements were impressively performed by Hercules before, and he learned from Chiron's ancient Greek-style fighting techniques during his lifetime.

"—Waaaaaggghhh!!!"