Kenes hid in the shadows of the depths of the abandoned factory, watching the battle outside, his thoughts were the opposite of those of the knights' incorruptible consciousness, only tormented by anxiety.

As the outcome was uncertain, his anxious thoughts made him more and more restless.

"Why can't you win?"

The opponent is just a human, so why can't Lancer's gun hit him as a servant?

If you think about it, the answer is obvious, and that is that Lancer is weak, far inferior to the black girl.

At this time, he felt extremely regretful that he did not get the Heroic Spirit Iskandar.

If the conquering king was accepted as a Servant according to the original plan, it would never become what it is now, the holy relic was stolen at a critical moment, and he had to summon Dilumudo as a replacement in a hurry, even if the level of the Heroic Spirit dropped, as long as he had his own first-class, genuine Master, he could make up for that little disadvantage, and the lack of Servant was made up by his own talent, and Rod Elumeroi had such a fearless spirit.

But now that he has lost his magic circuit, Kenes has long lost his former self-confidence, and if he relies on the only remaining Spell and inferior Servant to survive the battle, he can only be more cautious than before.

If there is no sure chance of victory, he should simply flee with the Master, although he has not yet asked Lancer how he lost the Yellow Rose, which is bound to be destroyed, but he couldn't beat it before, and now that he has lost a weapon, the chances of winning against him are even more slim.

Now is not the time to focus on combat, Lancer should have other tasks that need to be completed first, and for Kenes now, he can't find and rescue Sola alone, and it is completely impossible not to command Servant.

"But how stupid is that Lancer? Can't even judge this level of condition? ”

The anxious Kenes scratched his head vigorously, how good it would be to be able to use the spell now, why was there only one spell at hand? It would be a shame for Sola to take the two spells, if she could trust Keneth.

At this moment, Kenays suddenly felt an unnatural flow of air in his neck.

A scrap of paper floated beside him, just a very ordinary piece of paper, but Kenes stared at the concise words on it.

[If you don't want your lover to die, just look behind you quietly.] 】

Kenes's eyes widened in a daze, the wheels of the moving wheelchair changed the direction of his body, and in the depths of the dark abandoned factory, the light from the skylight illuminated a place like a spotlight.

In the faint and cold light, the silhouette of a woman who fell to the ground like a slumber appeared.

No matter how dim the light was, no matter how far away it was, Kenes could not missee that countenance.

Although the pain and haggard on Sola Tete's face showed that something had clearly happened, a strand of hair on her lips fluttered like a breeze, a proof of breathing, that she was still alive.

Kenes forgot the warning on the card, and couldn't help but almost shout out, this is the image of a man who has stepped into the faint light like a ghost emerging from the darkness, and has taken shape.

The old coat, the unfinished hair, and the listless beard, unlike the gloomy countenance, were not forgotten only by the blazing eyes that shone like blades, the man who brutally tore all the magic circuits in Kenes's body, the hated lackey of Einzbelen.

He probably took advantage of the fact that the Black Maiden and Lancer were concentrating on the battle, and Saber focused his mind on the gap in their battle, and quietly transported the unconscious Sora through the back door, and the muzzle of the miniature machine gun in the man's hand was aimed at Sora's head without moving.

[But that guy ......]

Kenes had experienced the serpent-like coldness and unbridled caution, and a deep sense of despair that was far greater than anger and hatred made him hang his head feebly.

It's really the worst development I can think of, but the woman I love is caught by the most difficult enemy I don't want to imagine.

But just as he was about to fall into a panic, the voice of reason stopped Kenais.

The man deliberately showed up, and made himself sure that Sora was safe and sound, and that there must be some intention in it.

Kenes turned his head and glanced at Lancer, who was fighting in the ruins clearing, and judging from the position where the two Servants were fighting, Sora's position was an invisible blind spot, both of them concentrating on the fierce enemy in front of them, completely unaware of the new intruder.

Kenes couldn't guess what the man meant, so he just bowed his head silently, indicating his obedience to the other party's intentions.

The man pulled out a roll of parchment from his coat, opened it casually, and threw it into the air, although the weight of the parchment was not comparable to that of the previous letterheads, but the simple operation of the air flow could make it flutter in the wind.

The parchment floated slowly through the void like a jellyfish and landed on Keneth's knees......

It was meant to be like this, but one hand grabbed the parchment before it landed on Kenneth's knee.

"Don't do anything superfluous, or I can't guarantee that I'll scorch this place in an instant, along with you, your wife, and the Servant."

Naraku glanced at the contract in his hand, and the fire of the red lotus flashed, and the parchment turned directly into ashes.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm still leaning on my motorcycle outside, right?" Naraku looked at Emiya Kiritsugu with a flirtatious smile, "Fool, don't think that all you have is the knowledge, the world is big, although I don't think you can see anything by yourself in a corner, holding a curse beyond the power of a human being." ”

"What are you doing here?" Ignoring Naraku's words, Emiya Kiritsugu asked again.

"What? It's simple, I don't care what you're going to do to these two brains, if you dare to do anything before Ziggy's battle is over......"

In an instant, an endless sea of blood seemed to appear in front of Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes, and countless resentful spirits swam and wailed in it.

Is this an illusion? Or is it true? When he came back to his senses, Emiya Kiritsugu felt that his back was completely soaked.

Demons, this person in front of him can definitely be classified as demons.

Knowing the difference in combat power between the two, Emiya Kiritsugu gritted his teeth, and finally put away the gun in his hand, and sent a secret signal to Kuyu Maiya to cancel the plan, and he didn't want to do anything anymore, because tonight's operation had completely failed, and it would be best if the other party could solve Lancer.

"You won......"

"That's good!" The evil "hehe" chuckling Naraku's figure gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Of course, it's not teleportation, and the current Naraku is just a clone that appeared because of meditation, so as long as you don't meditate, this doppelganger will naturally disappear.

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"Oh! Is it already over? Opening her eyes, Naraku saw her fist piercing Lancer's heart.

[It should be said that it is worthy of being a spearman.,Luck is always E.,Even if I blocked the damage of Emiya Kiritsugu, I was still shot through the heart!] 】

"I lost." The defeated Dilumudo didn't say much, and after Ziegy withdrew his fist, his body, which had lost his strength, fell to the sky.

[I am also considered to have done my best for my monarch......] Thinking of this, the Heroic Spirit Dilumudo closed his eyes.

Servant - Lancer, exit.

"Well, then, we're almost leaving, Ziggy, gone."

"Hey!"

Maintaining a fighting state, Zieg came to Naraku's side, sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, and disappeared into the uninhabited area with the sound of the engine, and as for the gunshots behind him that rang out because someone pulled the trigger, Naraku didn't hear it.

Wei Gong Kiritsu, sure enough, is a guy who hurts people, and he is also a guy who specializes in hurting others and not benefiting himself.

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In the darkness enclosed in the depths of the earth, it is lost in the abyss of light sleep.

In my light sleep, I dreamed of countless incoherent and unbounded prayers that had been entrusted to me a long time ago.

A wonderful world, a wonderful life, a soul without flaws.

Because this desire is so strong, all other sins must be entrusted in one place, and this is the desire of the weak.

By answering that prayer, it saved a world.

There is no sin apart from me, no flaw apart from me.

I am the only one to hate, and I am the only one to be hated.

By doing so, the world was saved and they were given peace.

Therefore......

It is not a saint who saves people and helps the world, there is no praise, no reverence, no praise, only spit, only curse, only contempt, and at some point even the name of the human being is taken away, leaving only the title of its way of being, and finally it becomes a concept that is passed down from generation to generation.

Until now, all of this has become a dream of reminiscence that has been baptized by the years.

How many years have passed since then?

At this point, it was in the bed where it was sleeping, and it was in a daze.

It feels like there's been some kind of complicated evolution. That's right, just about sixty years ago, almost a split second.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, it did not fully understand and came back to its senses, and it was already in a place like the warm placenta of the mother.

The infinite darkness that sighs in the deepest part of the earth.

It used to be an egg-like place of infinite possibilities.

One day, a seed-like seed entered and took root here.

From that day on, it became the abdominal cavity that gave birth to darkness that did not belong to anything, and literally became a womb to nurture it to maturity.

From then on, while sleeping lightly, it was like a baby nourished by the mother's placenta, absorbing the magic that flowed from the land of spiritual veins, and it grew steadily, waiting for the time to come without anyone noticing.

Waiting for the day when I will leave this hot and deep darkness and be born.

Suddenly, it pricked up its ears to listen to nearby sounds.

Just now, someone did speak.

All the evil in this world has nothing to do with being willing to accept it.

Ahh

Yourself and your blessings are called to be called.

Respond to him, and if you want to do it now, you will be able to.

The vortex of magical power, which had already swelled into an incomparably large amount in the darkness, gave it a definite form.

The countless prayers that have been prayed for in the distant past should be fulfilled now.

It is like being prayed for.

Do everything you are hoped for.

The pieces of the puzzle have all been put together.

The gears of fate bite into each other, and now they are speeding up and turning bravely with the goal of the day of completion.

All that's left is to wait for the birth canal to open.

As it dreamed in a light sleep, it let out a cry that would dye the world the color of red lotus.

It also repeats fetal movements in the unknown, dark underground.