"So, is it my turn next?" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a pair of black and white famous swords were projected in his hand again, and his eagle-like eyes flashed like sharp swords, staring directly at Narubalek a hundred steps away.

“Timealter－squareaccel!! (Quadruple speed control in natural time)"

All of a sudden, the speed was increased to the extreme, not even the afterimage, it was as fast as teleportation. It didn't take even a second to cross the distance of a hundred paces, and in the next moment, Emiya Shirou had appeared next to Narumbalek, and the two swords in his hands were slashed from the left and right respectively.

Taking into account the identity and gender of the opponent, in order to avoid the worst-case scenario, use the back of the knife when attacking instead. However, the strength is genuine and merciless, and if it is directly hit, even steel will be shattered, not to mention the fragile flesh of human beings.

"Cut!" At the last moment, he raised his left hand and blocked the slash with the chain on his hand. At the same time, his right hand clenched into a fist and struck at Emiya Shirou's abdomen from the bottom up. From blocking the attack to returning the color, the whole process is extremely natural, like clouds and water, and there is not even a little interval.

Or, to ordinary people, it will feel incredible, but to Emiya Shirou, it is very familiar, just because he doesn't have a similar heart?

This combat reaction, which has basically become a physical instinct, is undoubtedly a ruthless character who has traveled through countless battlefields.

"It's dangerous." It didn't take a thousandth of a second, and Emiya Shirou immediately abandoned the cadre, Mo Ye. He blocked Narubalek's fist with the palm of his right hand in a straight position, stepped forward with his left foot, and his left elbow took the opportunity to hit Narubalek's lower abdomen, knocking him away from front of him.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, Narubalek stepped hard, and even his ankle sank into the ground, and he forcibly stopped castration, "It doesn't hurt." There's nothing to say about speed, but your strength is completely inadequate, haven't you eaten? Bloodsucker. ”

"Well, actually, I was going to have dinner after visiting your fifth seat. I'm having an empty stomach right now. Although he didn't use a blade or magic, he still used all his strength to hit the elbow, and looking at the other party's unharmed posture, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that the damage caused to Narubalek just now was a little pain at best.

"I'm sorry to thwart your plans to eat." The chains of the five appeared one after another, and the chains emitted a strong light, and in the next moment, they had turned into long swords and were held in Narubalek's hands.

Did he judge that Shirou Emiya's speed couldn't stop him from rushing to the close position, so he gave up the chains that were difficult to play at close range? Holding on to the black long sword in his hand, Narubalek's body was less cruel, but more bloodthirsty.

"Otherwise, as compensation, I'll bring you the food myself when my boring meeting is over. Of course, it's on the premise that you're locked in the basement by me. ”

"I said," Emiya Shirou covered his face, "Could it be that I and my eldest sister really have any grievances?" Let's not say I'm not a vampire, even if I'm a vampire, I'm not one of those guys who kills people when they see them, sucks blood when they see them, and is so bored that they go to play some territory game, can't they let me go?"

"That's fine, if I'm chained up, I can promise to transport him to the basement of the headquarters for further study."

"Does that make a difference? Correction, isn't there an option for me to leave unharmed?"

"What are you kidding?" Narubalek raised the sword in his hand, "The vampire came to the monastery and wanted to leave safely?"

Sensing the imminent crisis with his eyes, he subconsciously turned backwards, and what caught his eye was that he almost slashed the tip of his sword.

"From the moment you come in, you should be mentally prepared to lie down and go out!" The slash missed, and before the sword could be used up, Narubalek flipped his wrist, and the black long sword had gone straight to the head of Emiya Shirou.

"I've never heard of a monastery being such a dangerous place." Swiftly projecting a silver-white long knife, arcing through the air like lightning, Narubalek's attack was blocked without any danger.

At the next moment when the long knife opened the black sword, he saw a flash of white light, and a strong wind had already hit Narubalek's face.

"What?!"

With a bang, he finally returned the sword to the defense to block the fatal blow, however, what surprised Narubalek even more was yet to come.

"Whew!!" Whew!!"" Whew!!"" Whew!!"" Whew!!"

As if he didn't need to breathe at all, he swung a plural sword track in an instant.

No matter where the previous blow went, no matter what posture he took after the attack, Emiya Shirou always had a way to make the attack coherent, slash after slash, and the extreme speed brought about a never-ending storm offensive.

"Abominable"

Reluctantly trying to block Emiya Shirou's attacks, the sound of blades clashing is endless, like playing a symphony of steel, and the confrontation between the two sides may even exceed double digits.

Even so, the chief of the burial agency, who is known for his strength, still can't get back the lead after nearly a hundred rounds of confrontation.

Although he didn't want to accept the fact that he was at a disadvantage in the battle, Narubalek had to admit that the opponent's speed was probably more than a step ahead of him. Even if you can regain a slight advantage in strength, the opponent can suppress yourself with attacks that are several times faster than you.

An attack that is like a gale, and has been controlled by the opponent since the beginning of melee combat.

If you want to turn the tide, you can either unleash a nirvana attack, or wait for the opponent to reveal a flaw, disintegrate the opponent's offensive in an instant, and then seize the opportunity.

However, with the opponent's attack speed, before he could release his strongest attack, his head on the neck would not be able to be saved in the first place.

As for waiting for the other party to reveal flaws, it is even more fantastical, with the level of the two, they both know each other, their opponents are experienced in a hundred battles, and fighting is as natural as breathing, and before thinking, the body will already make the best choice. So how do you find the flaws?

Not to mention

"Then" swung three swords in one breath from different angles, and its speed was so fast that it looked like it was being swung at the same time, infinitely close to the multi-dimensional twist and turn phenomenon sword technique. With a continuous offensive to set Narubalek's sword away, Emiya Shirou abandoned the sword again. "It's going to be on"

Bending slightly, the soles of his feet borrowed force from the ground, and he bullied Narumbalek's side in one fell swoop.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, he slammed his left foot on the ground and swung out a fist full of magic power, hitting the opponent in the abdomen, causing the magic to explode on the opponent's body.

The first blow caused her body to show signs of retreating.

As soon as the body is lowered, he turns around and sweeps with his right foot, attacking the opponent's lower plate.

The second blow disintegrates the opponent's posture so that she can't borrow force from the ground.

While kicking the opponent with the right foot, the left hand slams diagonally into the opponent's chest from the bottom up.

The third blow takes the opponent's feet off the ground.

Tie up the horse, the huge magic power gathers in the fist, and then punches the opponent in the lower abdomen.

With the fourth blow, the magic power turned into a torrent visible to the naked eye, blasting Narumbalek into the air.

Mastering the rhythm means always having the first opportunity, and with a speed that is several times faster than his opponent, Emiya Shirou can make any moves he wants.

Fast speed can only prevail over opponents of the same level or not too many strong?

Don't be kidding, with Emiya Shirou's current strength, there are only a handful of people at the same level as him, let alone a few levels stronger than him. To ignore his offensive, even the head of the burial agency can't.

Unless, Narubalek can have the physical strength and strength of Zhu Yue. Otherwise, she will only be in a passive state. And as the battle drags on, after being injured, her situation will only become more disadvantageous.

After returning from school with a friend from his previous life, Gong Cheng hit his opponent with four accurate shots.

With that huge magic power as the backing, even the chief of the burial agency can't afford it!

"Then it's almost time to run away." Glancing at the dust in front of him, Emiya Shirou stretched leisurely and turned around to leave

Until then

"Oh? I remember I should have placed an enchantment."

Solomon's voice sounded in his ears, and Emiya Shirou was stunned for a moment, and then immediately felt that there was indeed a fourth person in the garden.

I was so involved in the battle that I didn't even notice that anyone had entered the garden.

Subconsciously I looked at it, and I just planned to take a look. However, just this glance made Emiya Shirou completely stunned.

What caught his eye was a small figure sitting in the corner of the garden, looking at this little nun, Emiya Shirou's pupils shrank unconsciously.

"It's !!!"

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the long silver hair, the dress of the nun, and the location

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pick up the little nun who had fallen to the ground.

However, just as Emiya Shirou wanted to walk next to the little nun, several chains rushed out of the dust, and the head of the chains showed a sharp water chestnut angle, shooting straight towards Emiya Shirou, who was in a state of bad debt.

At the last moment, he adjusted his posture and evaded, and the long knife that was quickly projected in his hand flew away, blocking the deadliest chain.

It's just that at the same time as blocking the deadliest chain, there was a pain in his waist, and a fish that slipped through the net had penetrated his waist.

"What's wrong? Are you showing a flaw?"

On the other side of the dust, as if to vent the previous grievances, the queen of the burial mechanism laughed happily

P.S.1: I was going to write directly about Joan of Arc's appearance, but I looked at the time and looked at the word count. It's better to fulfill the promise of the second watch, and Joan of Arc's appearance has to be left for tomorrow