Straight Death Infinity

There was an air of decadence around him.

An aura of nobility, mystery and danger radiates from the interior of this beauty.

That appearance is like an existence that came out of a fairy tale.

Princess?

No, not so innocent and simple existence.

For her, it would be more appropriate to describe her as a queen.

"Assassin?"

Achilles turned his gaze to the opponent and spoke in a deep voice.

"So that's why you conveyed your Master's meaning to our Master, and asked the Masters to use Command Spells to transfer us to this place?"

Space transfer is a miracle close to magic.

Even if it is a servant whose job is a caster, it cannot be used as it pleases. Only when the Master uses the command spell, can such a miracle be reproduced.

And looking at the situation in front of him, Achilles guessed the situation almost all at once.

It must be the boy who made the judgment that the rider and the archer are no match for others, and asked Assassin to convey the news to his and other masters, which made the rider and the archer transferred here by the power of the command spell.

"It's still the same as before."

Achilles said sarcastically.

"Master, whom we have never met, listens to your words very much."

Yes.

Regardless of whether it was the rider or the archer, the two riders had never met their Master.

It should be said that it's not just the two riders.

Except for Assassin and Saber who haven't come to meet yet, all the servants in the red camp probably haven't seen their master, right?

At least, according to Achilles' understanding, since he and the others were summoned, only this young man appeared in front of him, and the rest of the masters were all gone, usually in the form of chanting. Instructions, or conveyed through the young man of the church in front of him.

For this situation, Achilles had already felt very uncomfortable before.

Now, it exploded directly.

"What are you going to do? Kotomine Shiro!"

Kotomine Shiro.

The priest belonging to the Church of the Holy Church is the supervisor of the Holy Grail War sent by the Eighth Secret Church.

The so-called Eighth Secret Society refers to a subordinate department of the Church of the Holy Church.

Unlike the burial institutions that are specialized in judging heresies, the work of the Eighth Secret Society is to manage and recover holy relics scattered around the world.

Sacred relics such as the remains and blood of saints, the nails that pierced Jesus Christ's limbs during his crucifixion, the thirty silver coins that Judas received, etc., are all the goals of the Eighth Secret Society.

Here, different from the burial institution, but also not afraid of the power of heresy represented by magic, there are special priests who have been trained to recover hidden holy relics.

Kotomine Shiro is a member of this group.

In this Holy Grail War, Kotomine Shiro is the supervisor representing the Church of the Holy Church, holding the qualification of master.

The servant he summoned was the beautiful woman beside him who exuded a decadent aura——Assassin.

Now, the one who answered Achilles' question is also Assassin.

"It should be us asking what you plan to do, rider."

Assassin spoke to Achilles with an intoxicatingly beautiful voice and an elegant and noble smile.

"In that situation at that time, no matter which master it is, it will make a judgment to retreat. My master will speak to your master and use the command spell to get you out of the battlefield, isn't it right?"

Assassin's words made Achilles just stare at Kotomine Shiro firmly without speaking.

From the look of it, it seems that he doesn't intend to let it go.

Kotomine Shiro seemed troubled by this.

"I know, you are definitely not willing to retreat like that." Kotomine Shiro smiled and said: "But now we don't know anything about each other, but the other party already knows your real name. For you , it’s too bad to reveal your real name, isn’t it?”

This, no one can deny.

Anyone who knows Achilles' real name knows how to deal with him.

This is also the disadvantage of being too famous.

"Even if you don't care about it yourself, we have to think carefully." Kotomine Shiro smiled at Achilles: "You don't want Archer to be implicated because of your own willfulness, do you?"

Achilles couldn't refute for a moment.

"I have no way to refute it." Archer seemed to have calmed down, and said calmly: "Although I was too careless, this time it was indeed me who dragged you down. I'm sorry, rider."

Hearing what Archer said, Achilles lost his temper instantly.

"Forget it." Achilles curled his lips and said, "Since it's the eldest sister's business, I can't ignore it."

"Really?" Archer didn't feel moved at all, and fell silent as if accepting the statement in an ordinary way.

This made Achilles feel bored, and asked Kotomine Shiro again.

"Who is that master? We haven't heard of such a character in the black camp before?"

Achilles' question made the smile on the boy's face disappear for the first time.

Even Assassin raised his pretty brows and fell silent.

No reason.

Simply because...

"We also want to know about this question..."

Kotomine Shiro murmured.

At this moment, Assassin's beautiful face changed slightly as if he had received some news.

Immediately, Assassin lowered his face and looked at Kotomine Shiro.

"Master, I have some bad news to tell you."

Hearing this, Kotomine Shiro turned his eyes to Assassin.

Under such circumstances, Assassin told the so-called bad news.

"The operation on Lancer's side failed."

"Also, he was injured."

Chapter 1261 I Come to Kill You

The girl was walking on a forest road in the suburbs.

The girl was tall and quite graceful, even if she was wearing a set of very ordinary casual clothes, it could not conceal her extraordinary figure and the faint charm and beauty she carried.

The girl's appearance can be called extremely exquisite.

His long blond hair was braided into a braid, hanging behind him like a ponytail.

A pair of azure eyes revealed the brilliance of jewels, and also revealed a strong will and unyielding luster.

The maiden's name was Joan of Arc.

That was the name of the most famous saint in the world.

In the past, in the world of "Aria of the Scarlet Bullet", the witch who could manipulate ice claimed to be the descendant of the world's most famous saint, Joan of Arc, the thirtieth world.

However, in historical facts, the real Joan of Arc was burned to death because she was slandered by those in power and degraded by the ignorant clergy as a demonic person when she was unmarried and single.

In later generations, people cleared Joan of Arc's stigma and returned her innocence to the Saint of Orleans.

Today, the saint was summoned by the Holy Grail and came to this land in a special form.

"It was a hard experience..."

Joan of Arc sighed softly while walking on the road.

no way.

When Joan of Arc descended into this world relying on her current body, her location was impartial, and it happened to be on the border of Romania.

It is neither Tulifas nor Sighişoara, and it is even far away from these two cities, and it is impossible to reach them in a short while.

Therefore, Joan of Arc could only start rushing here non-stop.

"Fortunately, when I possess you, the appearance will also change. Otherwise, if you enter the airport with Sylvie's appearance, it will definitely become a state of chaos immediately?"

In this regard, Joan is quite conscious.

If a world-class singer really broke into the airport, it would not only be chaos, but even the news would be reported.

"I really chose an incredible person..."

This feeling has been constantly appearing in Joan's heart since the success of the possession.

"------"

While thinking this way, Joan of Arc suddenly stopped in her tracks as if she had sensed something.

this moment...

"Did you notice it?"

A cold voice sounded from the front of Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc could guess the origin of the other party even if she didn't look at it.

"A follower...?"

"Exactly."

Accompanied by the majestic response, a riding servant materialized in front of Joan of Arc, appearing in mist-like particles.

It was a young man who appeared in front of Joan of Arc.