Liudong Temple.

After Caster's death, the land became uninhabited.

The monks who fell ill due to an unexplained illness all went down the mountain, so the main hall of the temple was empty.

The gate is tightly closed, not to mention the worshippers, and even the people involved cannot enter.

Saber and his party came here to investigate, but they didn't feel the slightest bit angry.

"Is this really Caster's lair? It's so eerie~~~"

Shirou swallowed his saliva, the cold air wrapped around his skin, the air was a little cold, and he walked through the temple and walked up the corridor leading to the inside, making a clicking sound with every step.

"This place is really different, and from the moment I stepped into this mountain, I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to smash it."

Hei Zhen had an unexciting expression on her face, although this place was full of magic, she didn't feel anything abnormal, and it wasn't fun at all.

"This is a temple, it's better not to destroy it." Shirou hurriedly shouted, for fear that Hei Zhenyi would not be happy to really do that kind of thing.

"Let's investigate a little, Rin and Shirou don't wander around, I don't think it's that simple here." Unlike Kurocha, Saber's instincts are high and she doesn't let her guard down.

"I think we should be careful, too." Tosaka chimed in.

As it turned out, Saber and Tosaka were right, and the moment everyone entered the corridor, several short swords suddenly flew out, targeting Tosaka and Shirou.

Bang Bang Bang!

Saber reacted quickly, and because he was always on guard, he swung his sword the moment he sensed danger.

Didn't feel any breath.

Speaking of which, no matter how strange the air in the Ryudong Temple is, the Servant's breath should be able to be distinguished, because the magic of such a dense consistency is so easy to recognize, like a giant elephant mixed in with a group of horses, which can be recognized at a glance.

Taking a step back, even if Shirou and Rin couldn't detect it, it was impossible for Kurosa and Saber to not detect it.

Those who can do this are already known as the enemy.

"Breath Breaker - worthy of the Assassin, is he trying to sneak up on the Master to win?"

Saber stepped forward, the invisible sword in his hand, ready to strike, but at this moment, without saying a word, the sneering Black Zhen rolled up the banner and stabbed out.

With just one blow, the Assassin of the Skull Mask was forced back, with Heizhen as the opponent, as long as he got close, he could tell the winner within a few moves, and the strength level of the two sides was not at the same level.

However, the enemy also understands that if he is approached, he will be defeated, so he keeps throwing short swords to hinder Kuro Zhen, while he takes the opportunity to retreat.

Speed is the Assassin's strong point, although it is still not as good as the black chastity who runs at full strength, but it is also comparable to the beast-like gallop, sliding down the narrow corridor, and it can't catch up for the time being.

"You think you'll be able to run away like this?"

Heizhen pursued quickly, as long as she was out of the corridor, the Assassin couldn't run away, whether it was strength or magic, she completely crushed the other party, and both sides of the battle were very clear.

Whoosh –

Sparks fly.

Around the corner, the three short swords shot at lightning speed, but they were easily peeled off, and such an attack was not even qualified to hurt Kurozhen.

To her, an invisible attack was not a threat at all, and the short sword that defended against the Assassin was like smashing someone with a small stone, and it could be defended with a single swing.

"You really like to do useless work, what can this kind of attack do? It's a Servant as weak as a wildcat, and it's good for nothing but stealth and speed. ”

In order to hinder Heizhen, in just a few minutes, the black-clothed assassin had already released more than fifty short swords, but as time dragged on, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.

"-Tsk--What kind of Heroic Spirit are you?"

In this Holy Grail War, the Assassin has gotten clues about all the Servants, but he doesn't know about the existence of this black girl, no, it's not a matter of whether he knows about it or not.

There are seven Heroic Spirits in the Holy Grail War, but Black Chastity does not belong to this range, she was not summoned because of the Holy Grail War at all.

The Assassin stopped, and the pursuing Heizhen also stepped on it, and instead of attacking it immediately, he habitually taunted, "A heroic spirit like you is not qualified to know my name. ”

"Don't you look down on a nameless heroic spirit like me? Forget it, say it or not it's your freedom. ”

Assassin's black clothes floated up, where did the wind come from? The skeleton laughed.

It is impossible to throw a pitch-black short sword at Kurozhen, as a heroic spirit of different ranks, and also show off the weapons in his hand that are too poor in performance, Assassin kept laughing.

"Presumably, you are also a famous Heroic Spirit, and with my level, you were not a true Heroic Spirit's opponent from the beginning, and our assassins were originally lurking in the shadows. If you want to fight other Immortals head-on, it's impossible to start with. ”

"What do you want to say———"

"My duty is to assassinate, and the abilities I possess were originally impossible to deal with the Heroic Spirits, but my Noble Phantasm can surpass this impossibility." The black clothes sank, he didn't know the identity of the enemy, and he didn't know all about the enemy's strength, but even so, the Assassin was confident that he would kill the other party.

The Skull Mask lies on the ground, and the Assassin crouches down in the hallway, climbing up to the wall like a spider.

The corridor was pitch black, and even the faint light of the morning light could not illuminate the shadows.

"Do you really think I can't kill you?"

The skeleton lit up with a murderous aura, and the magic that had been imperceptible so far was concentrated on the Assassin's right arm, which changed.

Odd-shaped arms that don't even have palms are not used as arms.

I can't even hold a short sword, and I can't even hit my opponent.

Because the shape is distorted.

The bones shattered and bent, and the skeleton's grotesque arms swayed rather eeriely.

The Assassin's right arm, which is seen as the tip of the fist, is his elbow.

That's – the arm that is stitched up from the elbow and the palm of the hand is placed at the shoulder.

"It's !?"

Kuritzha smelled the crisis, and the words of that arm gave her a sense of danger.

"-twitter-twitter-"

The purest form of magic, the purest form of spells.

It is strengthened by the fact that it only curses people, and the magic "cursed hand".

Assassin's Noble Phantasm, named Delusional Heart, is capable of extracting the heart of an opponent directly.

“！！”

No matter how strong the vitality of the Heroic Spirit is, once it loses its heart, it will definitely die.

Assassin ——— Curse Wrist, and that's how he fights, taking advantage of the enemy's contempt to unleash a simple "one-hit" when he thinks he is sure to win.

Victory or defeat is sometimes not written by the strong.

"Give me your heart!!"

A shrill laugh spread out in the hallway, and the scarlet palm appeared in front of him at an impossible angle, and then probed deep into Heizhen's chest~~~