I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

Looking at the burning street, Angel Neng finally had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, ignoring for the time being the wailing voices of ordinary people coming from the ruins from time to time.

She seemed to understand what the other party was trying to do.

Instead of fighting head-on with the Holy Grail Disintegrator monster assembled by all members, it is better to disperse the masters and servants of uneven strength and then defeat them one by one.

After all, there is a high probability that the other party has only one Master, and they are still squatting in the big hole below Yuanzang Mountain to eat melons and watch the show, so the servants naturally don't need to worry about the Master's personal safety.

On the other hand, on the side of the angel, the servant must be distracted to care about the safety of the master while fighting. Of course, it is impossible to release the powerful treasure at close range without any scruples.

Really good calculation.

Matou Zouken, you bad old man, you are really bad!

Neng Angel slandered the old bug who had already been taken to the simple hell of Mingfeng, and at the same time dialed Fujimura Raihua's phone number.

"Hello, Zaima?"

"I can hear you, Lord Angel."

Although it could be heard that the old man's voice was trembling due to the sudden "big explosion" in Fuyuki City, it is enough to show that this man is worthy of being mixed up in this kind of situation from the fact that he is still calmly waiting for the angel to speak. Rank boss.

"What I'm going to say next may be scary, so don't be afraid." Thinking about the words, the able angel who was weaving the words obviously showed a headache expression.

"It's okay. I was trained hard when I was young, and no matter how scary it was, I wouldn't waver one iota."

"To put it bluntly, there will be a group of monsters who are comparable to humanoid tactical missiles fighting in this city." Squeezing his temples, Neng Angel thought about things getting worse, "In other words, Fuyuki City will be reduced to A battlefield more terrifying than the Middle East."

Looking at the Dragon Tooth Soldier who "refreshed" out of thin air out of the land, Nengtian held the phone with his shoulder, took out the smoke gun, and stuffed the cobra bottle into it with a face full of resignation.

"Master Angel, is this a joke?"

"Do you think I'm an angel with such nasty tastes?"

"..."

To be honest, Fujimura Raihua didn't distrust angels, he just had the last unrealistic fantasy.

"The evacuation of ordinary citizens is up to you. If possible, it's best to bring people from the Metropolitan Police Department with you. I remember that you have connections."

"......Understood."

"Then I'm counting on you, so I can fight with peace of mind."

Different from the singularity of Fuyuki City, the prologue of FGO, there are still survivors who are ordinary people in this city, but whether they are angels, other servants or masters, they have no time to worry about these, and now they can do All that remains is to defeat the mastermind behind the scenes and end the Holy Grail War as soon as possible.

"Well, Mr. Fujimura. There is one more thing. Never fight any monsters. Ordinary people can't win. Run away as much as possible, above."

There is not much time left for the capable angels.

The moment No Angel finished explaining to Raika Fujimura on the other end of the phone, Dragon Tooth Soldiers wielding bone blades had already rushed towards her.

"Too slow, idiot."

Turning sideways, Neng Angel, who easily dodged the slash, kicked it flying with a roundabout kick, then raised his gun and killed the other two Dragon Tooth Soldiers who followed closely behind.

"I really can't do anything about you, but if I don't get rid of you, it seems that I can't meet the real BOSS smoothly."

Looking at the miscellaneous soldiers who surrounded him, Angel Neng curled his lips.

"Steamed blood!"

Chapter 44 I hate myself as a type moon tradition

The fire is burning.

The smell of scorching pervades the streets.

"Master of Saber, are you alright?"

Looking at the white-haired "girl" in her arms, Artoria clearly showed a worried expression. For some reason, although it was only the first time they met, she did feel the crisis at the very first moment. Habitually protected Irisviel.

It's incredible.

Although I don't know why it feels incredible, this sense of disobedience is not unpleasant.

It's like a best friend with a very good relationship, yes, it's like her and Guinevere back then.

"No problem, but your Master, don't you need to worry about him?"

"Master, he is a very strong magician. Your Excellency Angel has also admitted it. In addition, there is no problem with the circuit of magic power. His is probably a little safer than ours."

While Ms. Neng Angel was dealing with the cannon fodder and miscellaneous fish, Bai Qiandai, who hugged the rescued Irisviel in the way of a princess, encountered an unexpected visitor.

"It's a shameless size, you bastard."

Accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Wearing an ominous black armor and holding a terrifying pitch-black magic sword, the pure black swordsman tore through the night and walked slowly towards the two of them.

However, as the figure of the other party became clearer, the expression on Artoria's face became more and more subtle. If I had to describe it, it was like seeing myself in my youth when my body was not yet developed.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the real face of the swordsman, whose body was entwined with an ominous atmosphere and magic power, finally broke into the sight of the two of them.

The swordsman's eyes lingered on Irisviel and Arturia's body, and finally stopped at Artoria's neck.

Obviously, it is self-evident who she is facing.

Although she was wearing a mask, it was hard to see her face clearly, but the genuine murderous intent and hatred, as well as a trace of displeasure did exist.