The battle between Rider and Lancer looks like looking in a mirror, the skills of the two men are basically the same, and even the judgment of the crisis is not much different, if it weren't for the black and white armor that makes the line clear, otherwise, I guess others will think that this situation is just a projection of those special technologies.

On the other side, Kenneth, who was fighting with Emiya Kiritsugu, was now coming to an end step by step.

Kenneth, who kept moving through the castle, repeatedly triggered the traps set by Emiya Kiritsugu, but they were easily cracked by his magic dress. These traps were like toys to trick children, and Kenneth thought it was ridiculous. But the laughter was also laughing at Kenneth himself, who was injured by the teasing of a toy-like kid. Kenneth's self-deprecation cuts his self-esteem like a razor.

The humiliation ignited the anger in his heart even more.

His Kenneth Al Meloy Aqipolud's boastful dress was not something to be used for such stupid child's play. His mercury should be armed with fire, ice, and lightning strikes that take bullets, flick off spirit knives, and break through magic. It should be the secret art that makes the magician who hates him reach death in amazement and awe.

So, what is his ugliness now?

The opponent who played the proud dress to track down was an unknown mouse, and every minute and second of the battle lasted made him feel humiliated. The wound on the shoulder is getting more and more painful. The vicious circle of endless hysteria is nevertheless, and that one finally sees the end.

No matter how vast a castle is, there are very few ways to retreat when it comes to escaping upstairs. The path behind the constant cut-off made the road narrower and narrower, and the rat was finally chased to the end of the corridor on the third floor. Kenneth sent out a stream of mercury to find its location this time accurately. Through the mercury feedback, it appears that the target is dead and motionless at the moment. I guess I'm going to have a final showdown with Kenneth there.

Showdown Kenneth had that word in his head, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. It seems that the enemy has not given up yet. I see, Kenneth was injured once. If you get the same luck again, you might have a chance to win. It should have been made with the spirit of a poor rat biting a cat.

"Idiot ......"

The corners of Kenneth's closed mouth twisted with a sneer, and he whispered. The rat was able to give Kenneth a color, neither a wrist nor a miracle, but simply a name for unreasonable chance. It is necessary to let him know the difference. It's not a duel. This is the execution. It's torture and killing.

Kenneth was surging with brutal killing intent all over his body. While turning the last corner with his dress, he came to the end of the hallway.

It's basically in line with the setting that Emiya Kiritsugu expected. For the third time, he confronted Kenneth Elumeroy Achipouud. In the corridor on the top floor of the castle, the two men were less than thirty meters apart at the moment. The width of the corridor is more than six meters. There is no covering. There is no way back.

Kenneth's Moon Spirit Liquid can exert lethal speed and power against Kiritsugu, which is roughly estimated to be within seven and a half meters. Before he got close to that distance, the attack was in the hands of Emiya Kiritsugu, who was wielding a firearm.

Emiya Kiritsugu held the rifle with the reloaded magazine in his left hand, and at the moment fifty nine-millimeter rounds of ammunition were waiting for the moment of firing in the rifle's magazine. Then, in the right hand is the Dress Contender. The magazine with only one round has already been reloaded.

"You don't think the old way will work, do you? Despicable guy. ”

During the confrontation, Emiya Kiritsugu had neither fear nor begging for mercy, but just stood wordlessly on one side with two guns, which made Kenneth distort the expression on his face even more unpleasantly, and spit out mocking teasing.

It won't work. If it works, it's nerve-wracking. However, there is no need to say much about this kind of thing. It was necessary to make Kenneth think that Emiya Kiritsugu would be stupid enough to repeat the exact same attack as he had just been.

In the face of Kenneth's taunts, Emiya Kiritsugu thought to himself.

"I'm not going to simply kill you. Only the lungs and heart are treated to regenerate, and then slowly clean you up from your fingertips. ”

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

"Remorse, pain, and despair. Then curse when you die. Curse your employer's cowardice, and the Lord of Einzberen, who insults the Holy Grail War! ”

Thinking like this, Emiya Kiritsugu snickered inwardly while taking Kenneth's execution proclamation as wind in his ears. His plan to replace the Lords ultimately seemed to work.

Emiya Kiritsugu stared at Kenneth, who was slowly advancing. One step at a time......

Distance, fifteen meters. If you want to act, it's now.

Emiya Kiritsugu first fired a rain of nine-millimeter bullets from his left-handed Caliko automatic rifle at Kenneth, who was approaching. It was the exact same repetition of the sneak attack in the hallway on the first floor. A restraining attack that lures the self-discipline defense of the Moon Spirit Marrow. In order to make it impossible to fully defend against the next blow of Contender, this is a feint that weakens the Mercury defensive screen.

Of course, in the face of this same trick, Kenneth Elumeroi, as a magician, will not be hit by the same trick again.

“Fevor，meisanguis！” (Boil, my blood)

Mercury Defense form that activates immediately. Not in the membranous form this time, though. The Moon Spirit Liquid leapt in front of its master, and countless counterthorns stood up from the floor to the zenith. It covered Kenneth's body like a dense bamboo forest, and it completely covered the flying bullets. If it weren't for attacks like fire or spray, there would be no need to use membrane defenses. Bullets are such things that become unattackable simply by blocking them in a straight line. Then a column defense is sufficient.

Naturally, the magic required to make the mercury block unfold like a sword mountain is not comparable to the mere membranous form. Each counter spine, twisted to the thickness of a steel wire, must be hardened and toughened to bounce off the bullet. This self-discipline defense was completed by mobilizing all the magic power that Kenneth possessed. The Achipoud family magic carving carved on his shoulders cycled to the limit, causing severe pain to the bearer's flesh.

It can be said that this defense is the real impregnable wall.

The bullets blocked by the Mercury Sword Mountain emitted a noisy metallic sound, bouncing back and forth between the dense crevices of the reverse thorns, and finally lost their power and fell to the ground. None of them reached Kenneth's body.

Then, the Contender in Kiritsugu's right hand roared. This was the first time Kenneth had pierced through the defenses of the Moon Spirit Fluid, leaving Kenneth with a hateful scar, a single shot far more devastating than a nine-millimeter bullet.

However, the defense of mercury in the shape of a sword mountain is not comparable to that of the membranous form.

The moment the killer hit the mercury thorn, all the other thorns closed like a flytrap and surrounded the bullet. The dense group of subtle counterspines instantly turned into a single thick column, blocking all the trajectory of the bullet. Control the moon spirit marrow liquid that can transform itself. The method of manipulating the magic of dense and perfect fluids should be the ultimate stunt that does not dishonor the name of the famous Aqipolud family.

But the moment he completed the painstaking magic beautifully, Kenneth Almeloy Achpolud's fate ended there.

Isn't it possible to say that Kenneth's end was predestined from the time Kenneth was overwhelmed by anger......