I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

In the next few days, it was full of new tricks again. Gu Dazi, who had no strategy to watch, was tortured to death again, and almost wanted to perform hand tearing by himself.

After spending the first five days of pain and happiness, Gu Dazi brought Amakusa Shiro Tokisada to the outside of the Colosseum where the Hassans held this year's Nero Festival.

"I'm counting on you this time too, Amakusa."

Gudazi raised her hand and patted Amakusa Shirou Tokisada on the shoulder, then turned to the junior school girls, Kong Ming, Tamamozen and other servants who were preparing to appear together and nodded.

"Leave it to me, Master. Bet on this life, I, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, will definitely bring victory back!"

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada replied with a serious look, raised his hand and pushed open the door of the Colosseum in front of him, and filed in with the other five servants.

"Are you here? Today's first batch of challengers."

"Remember. The head of the sinner will become the thing that undoes my shackles."

The first Hassan stood quietly in the center of the Colosseum with his sword, and there were hundreds of other Hassans scattered around him, guarding him like stars holding the moon.

"The Deed of Condemnation..."

When Amakusa Shiro Tokisada rushed into the arena and was filled with buffs instantly by the followers following in the back row, he immediately preemptively released the Noble Phantasm, but he was destined not to have this chance.

"Hey -! Hey -! Hey -!"

Accompanied by the sound of the evening bell that suddenly echoed in the air of the Colosseum, the figure of the first Hassan appeared silently in front of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, followed immediately by the jet-black sword that cut off his head.

"Listen to the sound of the bell, and obey the end of destiny."

"Idiot! Hand over your head!!"

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who had just liberated half of the Noble Phantasm's real name, turned into a golden light and disappeared in place. Before dying, he only saw a hideous white skull mask.

Less than a minute later, Gu Dazi, who originally thought she was standing outside the court waiting for good news, received a notice of failure in the challenge, which made her stunned.

"What? The grandpa holding the crown participated in this Nero Festival?"

After learning about the tragic situation from the first batch of defeated followers, Gu Dazi, who was not discouraged and never gave up, quickly summoned the followers to form the next challenge team.

"Joan of Arc, Merlin, and BB, I'm counting on you this time! You must avenge the people in front of you."

Standing outside the familiar gate of the Colosseum, Gu Dazi clasped his hands together and begged the three people in front of him. This was the first combination she thought of.

"Don't worry, Master. As long as I don't fall down, no one can hurt other partners."

Joan of Arc, wearing white clothes and white armor, waved the flag in her hand, the smile on her face was very gentle, but it also had the meaning of being unyielding.

"That's right, I will try my best to fulfill my auxiliary duties, Master, just wait for our good news."

With a cynical smile on his face as always, Merlin pushed open the door and stepped into it with a confident look.

Then, Gu Dazi, who was sitting in the auditorium, witnessed how his new team overturned. It cannot be said that the followers are too weak, but because the opponent is too strong.

Merlin, who was more jumpy in the arena, was of course the first to be handed a box. He ate a hit from the first-generation Hassan's aiming level A and a crit, and he exited the field immediately with physical death.

Then, facing Joan of Arc who opened the defensive treasure, Hassan, the first generation, directly rang the bell and opened the treasure for a strong kill. After a burst of feathers, there was also nothing left.

And the last BB sauce, although its own resistance to instant death is quite good, but Naihe Gudazi may have a dark face recently, and was also taken away by the first generation of Hassan.

The first-generation Hassan looked up at the snow-white feathers in the sky, his eyes returned to ice blue, and he said to himself:

"Well, for our assassins, this is the most correct basic operation."

In the day since then, Gudazi tried various combinations of servants, but all of them could not last for 5 minutes, and all of them were sent to the resurrection countdown by the first-generation Hassan for various tricks.

Even if there is no need for the other soy-sauce Hassans in the field to do it, the first-generation Hassan alone can directly make a string of six, which made Gu Dazi close to himself for a while and fantasized that he was watching with mirror inversion. Kind of heads up the world.

Among them, the deaths from overwork were obviously the worst, because they were required to be kidnapping assistants every time, and as a result, they were killed countless times by the first-generation Hassan with a single blow.

If Fufu still retains reason now, she must feel extremely comfortable seeing such a scene, because Mei Tianli has finally met someone who is less reasonable than him.

Just when Gudazi was at a loss, King Hassan, who had abandoned his crown and joined Chaldea as an ordinary follower, quietly appeared beside her, and raised his hand to touch the girl's drooping head.

"My contractor, do you need the help of the assassin?"

Hearing this, Gudazi looked up at Wang Hassan, his eyes full of hope, and then he remembered that grandpa seemed to be an existence that would not be killed immediately.

This rekindled hope and fighting spirit in Gudazi, who originally planned to wait until next year to find a follower who could nullify the dying, and then come to revenge.

"Grandpa, please. That's a calling sign and five gallstones that were finally deducted from that big profiteer Da Vinci."

Wang Hassan nodded slowly when he heard the words, his eyes were burning with dark fire, and he replied confidently while holding the death sword:

"Don't worry, although the name of the crown has been given to Sea of ​​Origin to practice, but my assassination skills have not faded."

After receiving Wang Hassan's reply, Gudazi cheered up completely and cast a malicious look at Kong Ming, Mei Lin and other servants who had just come back from resurrection, making these people shudder.

Seeing the bright smile on Gudazi's face, like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken, Merlin immediately knew that something was going to happen, but he didn't have time to run away.

"Hehehe, I will only trouble you all for the last, last, last time, please~"

Chapter 3 is short-lived! Wang Hassan was also killed instantly

"Since the master has said so, then we have no choice but to do it."

On the surface, Meilin, who was righteous and awe-inspiring, agreed to Gudazi's request, but he was very bitter in his heart, but he was not dissatisfied with it.

Although he knew he would be resurrected after death, Merlin didn't want his head to come off his neck a few more times. After all, he still felt pain.

This is too sad for a mage who can change his sword to go up the warrior style because he is afraid of biting his tongue while chanting a spell, and it feels like he is being retribution.

Merlin felt miserable in his heart, but he couldn't express it, because even if he was like this, no one would come to comfort him.

Especially the round table crowd and the dull hair ball, if they don't hunt him down all day with the big sword and spear in their hands, it's enough to give Gu Dazi face.

Originally, Merlin had thought of being blocked several times deliberately, and then pretended to be seriously injured to ask for leave to fish, so as to escape the fate of death from overwork.

But how could the shrewd Gudazi be deceived by Merlin, calling Nightingale to amputate the guy who pretended to be seriously injured, so frightened that Merlin immediately recovered from all illnesses.

El-Melloi II was also at the scene at the time, standing aside with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the flying scene, looking at Merlin with a hint of sympathy and emotion in his eyes.

Since then, Merlin's laziness has been mostly cured, at least he has never compromised in carrying out Gudazi's requests.

"Old man, tell me the truth, do you have any confidence in your heart?"

"Others may not be able to see it, but I have been killed so many times by instant death, and I have already recalled it."

At the gate of the Colosseum, Merlin with a staff in his hand walked quickly to catch up with King Hassan who was walking in the front, leaned over and asked in a low voice:

"There should be a crown inside, right?"

"Otherwise, how can you slash casually with a critical strike with a knife, and die instantly with invincibility. With restraint, you can pierce through six, and even BB's hard-fated daily death-killer is cut off by a single sword."

"It's okay."

Hearing Merlin's question, Wang Hassan paused slightly, his gaze flickered under the skull mask, and replied:

"I have been walking in the valley all year round, and I have become accustomed to death, and I have assimilated with death. I have the highest tolerance for the ability to face instant death."

"When the next challenge comes, I will take the lead to withstand the opponent's attack. You only need to do your own work in the back row with peace of mind."

Merlin nodded slightly. After receiving Wang Hassan's reply, he felt a lot more at ease, thinking that he would not give away the head again.

In the Colosseum, Hassan, the first generation, still stands in the center of the arena like a sculpture with a big sword in his hand, and Hassan, the king who holds an epee and a huge shield, also stepped into the arena with slow but firm steps.

The first-generation Hassan looked up at the person who came, and the king Hassan also looked over, and the familiar loud bell sounded in the ears of both of them at the same time.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" X2

The sound of the evening bell echoed from the two coincidences, kicking off the battle like an opening signal.

"The oracle has come down!"

"Take over."

The two assassins, who were dressed in the same clothes, had red eyes shining, and dark fire rolled around them, and they fought without saying anything.

"Bam—!!"

The same pitch-black great swords criss-crossed, and the same vigorous black-blue underworld fire was entwined on them, and the gray death energy closely followed their flickering and jumping figures.

The first generation of Hassan slashed the giant shield in the hands of King Hassan with a sword, and King Hassan staggered the big shield with the big sword.

He took a step forward and approached him, and quickly stabbed the death sword in his hand towards the opponent's abdomen, sparking a burst of sparks on the armor.

"Push from behind."

The figure of the first-generation Hassan disappeared in fear, and the next second appeared behind Wang Hassan, raising his sword and slashing at the back of the person in front of him.

Wang Hassan's reaction was also extremely fast. When he made a wrong step, his body rotated slightly, protecting his vitals with a heavy shield dangerously.

"Although the situation is not very optimistic, it is a good start."

As El-Melloi II spoke, he waved the goose feather fan in his hand to release his Noble Phantasm and trap the nameless Hassan in place.

"With the old man in charge of entanglement with the main opponent, we can seize the time to clean up the miscellaneous fish. As long as we can delay the set time, we will win."

Merlin, who had just liberated Avalon and buffed his teammates, said so with a relaxed expression on his face. By the way, he raised his hand and gave Wang Hassan, who was fighting, a hero creation.

Black afterimages flickered frequently in the Colosseum. Accompanied by muffled murmurs, the atmosphere in the arena gradually became oppressive and dull, making people hold their breath involuntarily.

Whether it is King Hassan or the first generation Hassan, they all fought each other head-on with the assassin's spirit foundation, and the damage and movement caused even surpassed that of the two crazy-level Hercules fighting each other last year. grand occasion.

After some discussions on assassination techniques, the two couldn't tell which was better.

Sure enough, as Wang Hassan himself said, even if he gave up his crown, his long-honed assassination skills would not fade.

"Hey -! Hey -! Hey -!"

The sound of the evening bell became clearer and louder, as if it was urging the rhythm of the battle, which caused the two unparalleled assassins who were fighting to release their treasures at the same time.

"Can you hear it? This bell rings!"

"This is the end of your destiny. Obey it and liberate your soul..."

With an indomitable momentum, Wang Hassan, who was the first to enter the stealth mode, appeared in front of the first-generation Hassan, and slashed out with a sword that was as fast as thunder.

"This feather of death, beheaded!!"

The first-generation Hassan unhurriedly waved the big sword in his hand to meet him. The trembling sound of the collision of the heavy swords shook the ears of everyone inside and outside the Colosseum, and the explosion of death swept the entire venue.

The blow didn't work, Wang Hassan immediately pulled back decisively and retreated, and Joan of Arc, who was in the back row, also seized the right time to release her Noble Phantasm to provide shelter for her companions.

The golden brilliance shone on Wang Hassan, adding sparkle to his black armor, making him look like a true god descended from the world.

But without waiting for King Hassan to retreat and readjust his offensive, the first generation Hassan raised his big sword and caught up in one step, aimed at the neck under the skull mask and raised his sword at a 45-degree angle from the inside to the outside.

"What do you gain by giving up the crown? Can't you be powerless? Hand over your head!!"

The sword of death of the first generation Hassan accurately slashed on the protective wall supported by Joan of Arc without causing any harm to King Hassan, but another force penetrated the shining golden defense without any hindrance. passed on.

Sensing the power of death that exceeded the limit of his immediate death tolerance, Wang Hassan's red eyes returned to blue, and he murmured to himself while listening to the bell ringing in his ears:

"My destiny will end here."

Accompanied by the end of the sound of the evening bell and the snow feathers drifting out at an unknown time, Wang Hassan's figure disappeared in place in an instant, without even the usual process of turning into golden light and dissipating when the followers left the field.

"Old man? This is, he was killed immediately!!?"

The wide-eyed Merlin froze on the spot, and the other four remaining servants fell into a bewildered silence with him.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but squeeze the flagpole's hand tightly. She once again felt the powerlessness and frustration when she couldn't protect her companions. The super defense transformed from the EX level against magic power was like paper under the first-generation Hassan sword.

"Hey."

El-Melloi II sighed quietly and stood there waving the feather fan in his hand, ready to welcome the ending of history again.

Gu Dazi, who was on the sidelines, sat weakly on the seat, while Gao Wen, who had fought head-to-head with the first generation of Hassan, took a deep breath, as if he was grateful for himself.

The first-generation Hassan put away the big sword he swung and leaned on the ground, snorted coldly, and looked at Merlin, Joan of Arc and the others who were shocked and puzzled.

"As expected of the old man who still holds the title..."

Merlin had a sullen and unsmiling face, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, trying to think of something to say, but the first-generation Hassan didn't intend to let Merlin delay.

The dark blue fire seems to spread throughout the Colosseum, and the boundless death energy permeates the air. The Grim Reaper wearing a skull mask took steady steps.

In a trance, the first generation Hassan appeared in front of Merlin, scarlet blood flashed in his eyes, and the familiar pitch-black sword was raised high and struck down on his head.

"Wait, let's keep killing corpses here one after another!!"

★ Chaldean New Year★

Chinese New Year in Chaldea is free