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From a square box, the young man took out an old, unbright Inagaki shosa pistol, an officer pistol that had served in the war about a hundred years ago and had an extremely low rate of fire.

Emiya Kiritsugu scoffed at what the young man had said, a pistol dealer who was probably sold from a former soldier's private collection, not even a gun from the black market.

The young man took an empty magazine out of the box, filled it with an 8mm pointed bullet, and handed it to Kiritsugu.

"Now, there's still a bullet here, okay, this shot is free, and if you want it later, you'll be charged, a very high fee, well, that's it. ”

The young man's expression was very confident, but that's it, Kiritsugu's disdain for him became stronger and stronger, the 8mm southern pistol bullet was barely qualified for a military bullet, no matter how powerful it was, it wouldn't be much greater, Kiritsugu recognized this pistol and the bullets used.

Thinking of finishing the young man sooner, Kiritsugu took the magazine and loaded it into the pistol and shot at the nearest target in the basement.

"Whew~~~~~"

What came out of the pistol was not a bullet, but a demon wolf, which slammed into the target more than ten meters away.

"Boom!"

The demon wolf exploded after hitting the target, and a gust of wind blew, and Kiritsu's hand blocked in front of him, and then it was blown away by the wind, and it hit the basement wall before stopping.

This explosion was not caused by gunpowder, but by a strange force, similar to the power of the Heroic Spirit.

Looking at the seven or eight meter pit on the ground, Kiritsu asked in disbelief, "Is this bullet magic?"

"Whatever you think, this pistol is a must-have equipment for home travel to kill people, how about it, do you want to get a shot?"

Kiritsugu's face finally moved, and the young man smiled as brightly as a flower, and a mouthful of white teeth was unusually dazzling in the dimly lit basement.

This kind of weapon is generally more effective than his own origin bomb, Kiritsu glanced at the young man without moving, and looked carefully, the gust of wind just now didn't even blow his hair, isn't this young man an ordinary person?

Perhaps seeing Kiritsugu's eyes, the young man opposite said, "Are you curious why my hair isn't messy?"

"I'm sorry it wasn't what you thought, but my hair was a little messy today, so I fixed the shape with hairspray. ”

The young man stroked his hair in embarrassment, took out a hairspray and shook it in front of Kiritsugu.

Even as a killer, Kiritsugu's indifferent face couldn't help but twitch, and the surprise he had at that weapon just now disappeared without a trace.

After calming down, Kiritsugu asked, "How much ammunition does that pistol have?" ”

"Three, ah, two. ”

Although there were only two of them, Kiritsugu was still a little pleased, these bullets were far more powerful than he had imagined, and if the origin bullets hit the enemy, they would disturb the enemy's magic mark and cause the necrosis of body tissues, but they were ineffective against the Heroic Spirit.

And this bullet is a direct magic attack, and it can even cause damage to the Heroic Spirit.

"How much. ”

The young man held out two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand dollars?" Kiritsugu thought as he continued to blackmail the young man.

The young man's hands trembled and he almost couldn't stand steadily, but he still shook his fingers reluctantly.

"Two million dollars?"

The price of $2 million is barely acceptable, and my two ribs can sell for that number.

Afraid that Kiritsugu would not agree, the young man said, "Just two million, dollars." ”

The young man's face turned a little red, and Kiritsugu smiled, and solved the problem through Maiya.

After the transaction, the black-haired young man was giggling and left straight away, he needed to sell the excess dust and buy some better magic materials to prepare for the Holy Grail War.

At night, the seaside park on the east bank of the Weiyuan River, near which there is a warehouse street, is a remote place that no one cares about.

At this point, the magic barrier completely obscures the surroundings, forming an internal independent space.

Emiya Kiritsugu aimed his sniper rifle at the person in the center from a distance, observing the thrilling battle.

Of course, all this is not as thrilling as Alice Phil von Einzbelen experienced at the scene.

In front of her, there was a confrontation that would only occur in distant times, the air pressure brought by the exchange of knives and halberds cut off the street lamps alive, and the iron sheet outside the warehouse touched the air flow like a knife blade, and it was easily scraped away.

A frenzied storm raged on the deserted shopping streets, destroying and trampling everything.

After Saber was attacked by the perishable Yellow Rose, the battle was temporarily deadlocked, and both sides of the battle stopped.

"Wake up, Saber, the Holy Grail is mine this time. ”

"That's what you can only say when you get the Holy Grail. ”

Lancer and Saber in the field are talking provocative words to each other, while being wary of each other.

And at the time of the confrontation, the rolling chariot flew from the sky, unabashedly showing its strength, and the tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the chariot.

The heroic spirit of Thor, like Thor, stood majestically on the chariot, looking down at Lancer Dilmdo and Saber Artoria below.

"Put away your weapons for me, before the king. ”

"I am Iskandar, King of Conquest, the Rider rank in this war. The King of Conquest looked at Lancer and Saber to the left and right, and asked, "I ask you if you are willing to give me the Holy Grail, and I will make you friends with you and want to conquer the world with you." ”

Dilmdo and Artoria were stunned, including Alice Phil, who heard such a seemingly absurd statement for the first time.

The Heroic Spirits participated in the Holy Grail War because they had a need, some were eager to fight, and some were eager to have the Holy Grail, how could they give the fruits of victory to others.

So the negotiations quickly broke down.

The King of Conquest himself did not take this to heart, but he could not tolerate Xiao Xiao peeping in the shadows, so he looked around with contemptuous and defiant eyes.

"Heroic spirits who have been invited by the Holy Grail War, gather here now. Cowards, who are afraid to even show their faces, lest Iskander, the king of my conquests, insult you, and give me enlightenment!"

The sky is quiet at night, and the sea reflects another world.

The golden light pierced the night sky and stood atop the streetlights.

"Miscellaneous cultivators, people who don't know how thick the sky is high and how thick they are kings, two of them came out overnight. ”

The Heroic Spirit of the Golden Armor is the Archer of the Three Ranks.

"If I want to admire your name, I should first report your name, if you are also a king. The King of Conquest said with a joke.

"Miscellaneous cultivators, are you asking King Ben about me?" Archer had anger in his eyes.

The King of Conquering was ready to fight, undaunted, and he was looking forward to a dignified battle.

"Dead assassin, I'll destroy Archer for you!"

Suddenly appeared in the middle of the field, a black-armored ghost knight with black resentment wrapped around his body, the outline of the black armor was always blurred, affecting his vision, and he had a special ability or curse to erase his identity.

Archer, Saber, Lancer, Rider, and the Assassin who died yesterday appeared in six out of seven ranks, leaving only the last mage, Caster.

"Seems like a difficult enemy. Alice Fell whispered beside Saber, who nodded.

Being watched by the inexplicable knight, there was only a cold killing intent left in the eyes of the hero king.

"I'm going to break you into ten thousand pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart, miscellaneous cultivation!"

A corrugated wall appeared behind the Hero King, and spears and swords were in the air, ready to strike.

Although the last Caster has not yet appeared, the result is now satisfactory for the King of Conquest, and now is the time to enjoy the feast.

The battle is about to begin.

"Sorry to bother you, can you ask anyone who knows this person Emiya Kiritsu?"

I don't know when, a black-haired man appeared in the field, and a paper thousand paper cranes flew around him, flying towards Alice Phil.

Saber raised his sword to stand in front of Alice Phil.

The attention of the Heroic Spirits and Magicians present turned to the black-haired youth.

"The last person to appear, are you Caster?" asked the King of Conquest heartily.

"Caster?" the young man scratched his head, "is it a magician? ”

"Hahahaha...... "The King of Conquest laughed, "so all the heroic spirits of the Holy Grail War are gathered here." ”

"Can you give your name, Nameless Caster? ”

"My name? Fujiwara, nice to meet you. ”

All the Immortals frowned, none of them had heard of the name.

Fujiwara didn't know what kind of mess his words had caused, but it seemed that they were much more relaxed than before, so that should be a good thing, but that's not the point, he came here to find someone.

Fujiwara Kiriki shook the entry and exit visas in his hand and asked everyone, "Do any of you know Kiritsugu Emiya? ”

"It's not that you're here to fight...... But why would Caster look for my husband? ”

Alice Phil whispered strangely, she couldn't understand the situation at the scene, including Emiya Kiritsugu and Maiya, who were observing with sniper scopes.