Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of glass breaking in the distance, as if someone had broken the window glass of an entire corridor in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was Kenneth who had done this, and now he had forgotten about the "minimal destruction of the castle" before the war, and was all he wanted to do was kill the abominable rat of Emiya Kiritsugu.

A large hole was cut in his left shoulder, and the last pistol Kiritsugu pulled out was the Thompson Contender.

The walnut handle, the barrel that is much longer than the average pistol, and the rifle-like design make it one of the most powerful pistols in the world.

The gun was modified by Kiritsugu and made into a magic dress by him, which is even more powerful than the original Contender.

Kiritsugu's Contender fires bullets with a velocity of 2.5 times that of the M950 and seven times as destructive as the latter.

The velocity of the Moon Spirit Liquid mainly comes from pressure, although the lumpy mercury can quickly unfold into a thin film through pressure, but it cannot be done by pressure to quickly change back from the thin film state, which is the limit of fluid mechanics.

Therefore, when faced with a sudden high-power attack, mercury cannot react quickly to form a strong defense system.

The surface of the mercury film, smooth as a mirror, was shot through a large hole, and the bullet tore through the air, piercing his body at a speed far faster than Kenneth could react.

Thanks to the fact that mercury is opaque, Kiritsugu can't see Kenneth's exact location clearly, otherwise this shot would have killed Kenneth directly.

A grieving Kenneth was filled with rage like never before.

"Scalp!"

With a roar full of murderous intent, Mercury delivered a killing blow.

The blow left a deep mark on the exterior windows and interior walls of the corridor, and the sound of glass breaking was clearly audible even in the forest.

However, the blow didn't cause much trouble for Kiritsugu, and when the M950 feintmed, he retreated to ten meters away. Enough distance to give Kiritsugu enough space and time.

Dodging the mercury whip, Kiritsugu quickly escaped Kenneth's sight before Kenneth could continue his attack.

Anger corroded Kenneth's heart bit by bit like sulfuric acid.

"It's so stupid, I didn't participate in the Holy Grail War to fight like this. ”

He's a first-class magician, and he shouldn't lose his cool because of his feelings, especially in a life-and-death battle.

If this were a duel between first-class magicians, Kenneth would never be angry, but would sigh and admire his opponent's skill, calmly deduce its true value, and concentrate on performing a magic trick that would be a reward for the enemy's secret art.

Such a noble and glorious aristocratic game is the battle that Kenneth knew. He gambled on the right to use the Holy Grail, and competed with Tosaka Tokitomi, Makiri's dirty inkstone (the outside world didn't know that the dirty inkstone was dead), and four excellent opponents who had not yet met, and came to this remote place in the far east.

But the pain of the wound in his right shoulder came over him, as if mocking Kenneth.

"No way, that kind of shitty rat actually made me bleed!"

It's not because of the wounds of battle, and that kind of despicable means don't deserve to be called fighting.

Kenneth walks like a sleepwalker and chases after the fleeing Emiya Kiritsugu.

The rage that went nowhere turned into a destructive impulse that spread along the Lunar Spirit Fluid, and Kenneth struck the walls of the surrounding corridors with mercury whips.

Instead of pushing open the door that blocks the way, it is crushed with the weight of mercury.

Whether it is a vase, a painting, or an elegant piece of furniture, all the ornaments you see are shattered and destroyed.

There are many traps along the way. Grab Kenneth's defenseless fingers with a rope, or step on the tube in the blanket, and the configured grenade explodes, and the mine releases shotguns.

But none of the traps could break through the defenses of the Moon Spirit Liquid.

The trap set up was like a toy to trick a child, and Kenneth thought it was ridiculous. But the laughter was also a mockery of Kenneth himself, who was injured by the teasing of a toy-like kid.

Self-deprecation cut through his self-esteem like a razor, and the humiliation ignited the anger in his heart even more.

His proud dress was not intended to deal with such a despicable measure. His mercury should be armed with spell bullets, flick away spirit knives, break through magic with fire, ice, and lightning strikes, and make the magicians who hate him reach death in amazement and awe.

So, what is your ugliness now?

The proud dress tracks down an unknown mouse, which makes him feel humiliated, and this humiliation accumulates as time passes.

Fortunately, it was time for this humiliating hunt to come to an end.

Even the largest castle had limited retreats when it came to escaping upstairs, and the rats were chased to the end of the corridor on the third floor.

The Moon Spirit Liquid had accurately discovered his location this time, and the target seemed to be dead and motionless, presumably planning to have a final showdown there.

"Duel? No, it's not a duel, it's execution, it's torture!"

Kenneth surged with brutal murderous intent as he turned around the final corner with his dress and came to the end of the hallway.

There is no way out, no shelter, this is the most suitable place for the Moon Spirit Liquid to exert its power.

There was neither fear nor begging for mercy, he just pointed two guns at Kenneth.

"You don't think what you did just did would work, did you? You were able to hurt me, not because you seized the right time, nor because the sneak attack was successful, it was just an unreasonable coincidence. ”

Kenneth said gloomily, slowly walking towards Kiritsugu. The Moon Spirit Liquid swirling beside him shook its sharp tip as it stretched and contracted countless whips as if it were menacing.

"I will not kill you easily, I will continue to heal your lungs and heart, and then use a knife to cut you into pieces from the head, and you will die in pain, regret and despair, and then curse when you die, curse Einz Bellen who dares to insult the Holy Grail War!"

Kiritsugu lifted the M950 and spat out a barrage of tongues of fire in the same way he attacked the hallway on the first floor.

"Fevor, meisanguis!

Kenneth certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to defend in the same way, and he reconstructed the mercury defense.

Instead of using a thin film, it was changed to a columnar shape.

The floor and the zenith were lined with countless counter-spines, covering Kenneth's body like a dense bamboo forest, completely shielding them from the flying bullets.

The bullets blocked by the Mercury Sword Mountain made a noisy metallic sound, bouncing back and forth between the dense crevices of the counter-spines, and finally lost their power and fell to the ground, not a single shot reaching Kenneth's body.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't mean to change his strategy in the slightest, and the moment the M950 magazine was empty, the Contender in his right hand let out a roar.

This time, it's really noon.