"Maiya-san...... Hurry up! ”

Alice Phil shouted anxiously at Maiya Kuyu. At this time, the two sides are in a stalemate, so the key to the victory is the Kuyu Maiya who is still leaning on the ground. At this time, she was the only one who could give the final blow to Yan Fengqili, who couldn't move. Within reach of the opponent's kick. Now it was enough to shoot Yan Feng Qili in the exposed head. For Yan Fengqili, it is impossible to hide his head with the sleeves of a bulletproof suit like he did just now.

At this time, the injured Kuyu Maiya also got a chance to breathe because of the moment Alice Phil fought for, and recovered to the point where he had sensation in his hands and feet. She groaned in pain from her broken ribs as she moved slowly, toward the discarded Calico submachine gun.

At this time, victory and defeat are a battle of perseverance in seconds, and although she gritted her teeth because of the pain of the magic circuit, Alice Fell still encouraged herself. Before Maiya Kuyu picks up the gun and shoots, it is good to maintain the strength of the silver wire until then. In that way, you can exclude the words of the peak. The biggest threat to Emiya Kiritsugu......

Arguably. At this time, the two women still misjudged the horror of such people as church vicarators. Alice Phil, who has no knowledge of Chinese boxing, thinks that just tying her hands to a tree can make Yan Fengqili powerless to fight back, and she has such an idea. But the boxers who have cultivated to the secret gate are full of murder weapons all over their bodies.

Let's say that the feet alone are firmly on the ground.

"Boom"

As Yan Feng Qili suddenly shattered the ground with one foot, there was a deafening sound that left Alice Phil speechless. The trunk of the tree that bound Qili shook violently. It's like being hit by a punch with all your might. The trunk of the tree made a constant sound as if it were broken, and it was probably necessary to strike the center of the tree with all the strength of the whole body to make that sound. Again, a clear blow sounded. This time Alice Fell couldn't help but doubt her ears. She heard a crackling sound that sent chills down her spine.

Because of the smoke raised by Yan Fengqili's movements, people couldn't see the situation clearly. But Alice Phil, who manipulated the silver thread, understood through her sense of touch. Now there was a huge crack in the trunk of the tree that bound Yan Feng Qili, just near the silver wire, and the direction happened to be directly below Yan Feng Qili's hands. Yan Feng Qili was close to the bark of the tree with the back of his hand, and was hitting the trunk with all his fist.

Although Alice Phil is impossible to know, the power of the fist of the boxer is not only generated by the force of the wrist. Multiply the strength of your feet on the earth, the rotation of your waist, and the twisting of your shoulders. It is true that the total amount of instantaneous explosive power of the whole body is concentrated on the fist. If one is well versed in this principle, the final effect of the movement of the arm is only a drop in the bucket compared to the force emanating from the whole body. If necessary, it is not impossible to put your fist close to the target and use only the strength of the part other than the arm to exert sufficient striking power, which is often referred to as an inch strength.

The sound of a third blow resounded through the forest. This time it was louder than before, and the trunk let out its last mournful sound. The broken fibers broke due to the clatter of their own weight, and the trees that were the fulcrum of the silver filaments fell. At the place where it collapsed, Yan Feng Qili casually got rid of the ring surrounded by silver wires, and grabbed the silver wires with both hands to tear them off section by section.

Alice Phil felt a strong sense of detachment from the feedback generated by the magic being broken, and sat down on the spot. Quietly looking at the desperate eyes of the two women, Yan Feng Qili preemptively walked to Caliko, who Maiya was about to pick up, with the calm steps of a victor, and stomped the resin frame to smash with his hammer-like feet.

"You ...... guy"

Yan Feng Qili glanced at Kuyu Maiya, who had not yet gotten up and leaned over with hatred and moaning, and then casually kicked him in the abdomen. Maiya Kuyu rolled over and fell to the ground, motionless and fainted. After that, Yan Feng Qili looked at Alice Phil with cold eyes that lacked all emotion.

"The woman asks you a question. The two of you, it seems that you are challenging me to protect Emiya Kiritsugu, whose will is that? ”

Yan Feng Qili said in a deep voice as he walked slowly towards Alice Phil, who was helpless. And Kuyu Maiya, who was her guard on the side, had already been mercilessly knocked to the ground by herself like a rag, and it was not a threat at all.

But all that responded to him was silence.

"I'll ask again. Woman, whose will are you fighting for? ”

Yan Feng Qili grabbed Alice Phil, who was silent, with one hand and gently lifted her up. The upright and beautiful face like a statue is distorted by pain. Yan Feng Qili's question was something he really wanted to know. Who the hell is it that has put up unnecessary obstacles in the way to the road to Emiya Kiritsugu, and that truth is a very important question for him.

However, there is one thing that Yan Feng Qili has seen through, no matter how he looks for it, there is no spell on Alice Fair's body. This shows that she is not the master of Saber, not to mention that such a rash action is definitely not something the master would do. In that case, the truth would be the same as Tosaka Tokitomi had foreseen at the beginning, and Emiya Kiritsugu was Saber's master, and the two women were mere pawns.

Yan Feng Qili once again carefully examined the face of Alice Phil, who was gasping for breath because of the need for oxygen. It's a face that's so beautiful and neat that it looks like a puppet. Ruby-like red pupils. It looks exactly like the Winter Saintess that has been handed down from the portrait. Since this android is not the Master, but since he participated in the Holy Grail War. Then this puppet that should be in charge of the Holy Grail Container can't be wrong. Then she should be the key to becoming an important presence in the final game of the Holy Grail War. Sending such a pawn to the front line of battle to expose it to danger is by no means a fool's errand simply due to a lack of manpower.

Suddenly, Yan Fengqili felt a strange sense of weight on her toes, so she lowered her head to look. Kuyu Maiya, who was already covered in bruises, stretched out her trembling arm and grabbed Yan Feng Qili's right foot. Although the grip is weak, this is probably the strength of her whole body now. Unable to stand or clench his fists. Even so, the dim eyes burning with hatred still stared at Yan Feng Qili unwaveringly.

Yan Feng Qili raised his foot wordlessly. Hit the woman's chest with the ribs shattered mercilessly. The woman, who could no longer even cry out, did not speak out of pain. But Kuyu Maiya didn't let go even so. It was like a drifter clinging to the driftwood, grabbing Yan Feng Qili's arm with his weakened arm, but continued to stare at Yan Feng Qili with a hateful expression.

Yan Feng Qili looked back again, looking up at Alice Phil, who was held up in the air. Even though the android was suppressed from breathing and writhing in pain, there was no fear in her expression. If that's all there is to it, there's nothing inconceivable. In the case of an inhuman imitation doll, of course, there is no terrible feeling of death or suffering. But that doesn't make sense. Because Alice Phil's red pupils were undoubtedly full of hatred and anger staring at Yan Feng Qili.

"I won't let you pass through here."

"Even if I fight for my life, I'm going to stop you here."

From the air, from the ground, the eyes of the two women were full of resentment and glared at Yan Feng Qili. Neither of them answered Yan Fengqili's question. Who will command them to meet them? No matter how you think about it, reasoning creates contradictions.

At the last moment, Saber, who had left the battlefield, finally arrived. The surging magic drove the petite body, and the knight king girl ran like a storm in the forest.

Naturally, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the saber that caused such a huge noise, but only the Heroic Spirit could fight against the Heroic Spirit, and Yan Feng Qili naturally had no intention of filling the gap with his own body. Before Saber arrived, Yan Feng Qili had already sensed a familiar spirit coming nearby.

"Assassin stops her......"

Through communication magic, Yan Feng Qili's voice was directly conveyed to his servant's mind, and a figure rushed out from behind Yan Feng Qili like a ghost.