Emiya Kiritsugu frowned, clutching the two guns in his hand tightly, he still had a hole card, but he needed to be surprised.

Maimi turned into a shadow, hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The situation seemed to be very good for Emiya Kiritsugu's side, but Kenneth's two clouds of moon marrow spiritual fluid were like turtle shells, and they couldn't be broken.

From time to time, it can turn into a sea urchin and prick you.

If you don't pay attention, you will be stabbed in the heart.

Maiya had already been overshadowed before, and she hid in the shadows because it took time to repair her injuries.

Although the necromancer did not feel pain, the injury really affected his mobility.

"Slash!" According to the previous Kenneth, he would definitely spend a large part of his time at this time, to make a long speech, and start to mock the failure of Emiya Kiritsugu from the source, but since the blackening, Kenneth has completely turned into a man of action, ruthless, and doesn't talk much!

As soon as the slash fell, the two balls of Moon Marrow Spiritual Liquid stretched out countless steel cables, sliced through the air, and swung towards Kiriji.

Ordinary people simply can't escape the messy attack.

"Tsk..."Emiya Kiritsugu sighed lightly, he also regretted a little, why didn't he lose his human body and turn into a necromancer like Maiya, at this time, he could completely achieve double the speed of continuous fire, and Kenneth in front of him would not be his opponent at all.

Perhaps it was the desire for the identity of a human in his heart, but Emiya Kiritsugu was really a little resistant to turning into a living and dying spirit.

But now in the face of the Moon Marrow Spiritual Liquid swarming towards him, Emiya Kiritsugu didn't have any way at all.

Case! Death will drag you along!

"Inherent Time Domination: Quadruple Speed!" The consequences of this extreme speed are completely unbearable.

But he still used it.

As if the pause button had been pressed, Emiya Kiritsugu slowly pulled out a quaint single-shot pistol from the inner pocket of his trench coat.

Aiming at the moon marrow spiritual liquid surging towards him, he resolutely pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" There was a loud sound of gunfire, and the flow rate was restored with time.

A ballistic trajectory with air circulation, a bullet actually passed directly through the iron-hard Moon Marrow Liquid and shot into Kenneth's chest.

Kenneth looked at his chest in horror, then at the land not far away, ravaged by the Moon Marrow Fluid.

As the dust flew, a black shadow could be seen slowly falling to the ground.

"Tsk." Caster seemed to sense that something was wrong with his master, and he grabbed Skaha's sweep, stomping his left foot and restraining Skaha from the ground.

Skaha suddenly felt that the magic power she had obtained from the Master had suddenly decreased, and even with it, she was so weak that she couldn't raise the slightest bit of strength!

Caster slowly made his way to the dusty center and looked at Kiritsugu as he fell to the ground.

The breath of his body has dissipated, and Kiritsugu is truly dead.

Caster felt the last remaining magic in his body and sighed silently.

"For the sake of victory, unscrupulous means ... I don't think you want to fall like that. The heavy sword in his hand slowly stuck into the ground, and snowflakes slowly drifted in the sky.

The surging magic soared into the sky, and Caster stood straight with his sword in both hands, like a sharp sword.

The heavy snow slowly spread a white coat on the ground.

Skaha watched in shock at the changes around him, knowing that what was going to happen next would definitely be beyond his expectations, and he couldn't lift half the strength to break free from the skull's confinement.

The inability of magic to circulate is one thing, and the debilitating effect on this skeleton is another.

All of the Immortals noticed the change in the weather, and for a moment they all walked out of the station in horror, looking in Caster's direction.

"Why is it snowing all of a sudden?" Webb poked his head out of the room with his head shrunk.

"Someone activated the Noble Phantasm." Iskandar said with a solemn look in his eyes.

"We've already seen the treasures, the assassin is out again, and the only ones left are archer, caster and berserker..."

"I felt a palpitation." Iskandar said calmly.

"Bad feeling!" Webber nodded earnestly and approvingly.

At the same time, as Gilgamesh walked down the street, he unexpectedly raised his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Is this the power you gained when you fell into the abyss? Caster？ Shedding human bodies, throwing into the arms of darkness, and ending up with nothing, it's... It's tempting to laugh wildly. ”

Back to Caster.

At this time, the area around the inn was covered with snow in the blink of an eye, and when the wind was howling, it seemed that some demon was chanting in the wind.

I listened carefully, but I found that it was my own auditory hallucination.

“Watch… astheworldaroundyoucollapses！ ”

Take your time and appreciate this world that is gradually collapsing!

The Lich King drew his sword from the ground and raised it high.

"Frost's sorrow, obey me!"

The sheep's head on the gauntlet of the great sword, his eyes lit up strangely, and endless magic poured into the Lich King's body from the magic sword.

"Frost Sorrow?" Lu Xiu, who had just walked out of the crack in time and space, heard this term, and a certain memory in his heart couldn't help but emerge.

Countless undead, heeded the Lich King's call, and appeared in this peaceful world.

Mystery, in this nuclear-level winter wood town, can no longer be hidden.

The Lich King slowly put on his helmet, like a crown of sin.

The handsome face that once appeared in front of everyone was once again hidden under the helmet, which also indicates that he has completely turned into the same person he once was, controlling the undead and destroying the world.

The spiritual veins beneath the earth suddenly fluctuated violently, and a throne phantom slowly appeared in the sky.

The Lich King stepped through the air, step by step, towards the throne.

His throne, the Frozen Throne!

As the Lich King sat down completely, a loud dragon groan rang out from beneath Winterwood.

A white bone dragon burst out of the ground, spread its bone wings, and circled the Lich King's side wantonly.

The white bone lining sits on the frosty sky.

A veritable Frozen Throne!

"Sindagosa," the Lich King whispered the dragon's name, "I haven't seen you in a long time—" he reached out and touched the dragon's bones.

"Didn't you make up your mind to call us anymore?" The dragon let out a mocking sound.

The Lich King slowly rose from his throne and looked down at the bone dragon, "Once again, do my bidding, Sindagoza. ”

"Delusional!"

In the next second, the huge dragon head was suddenly cut off by the sorrow of frost.

The Lich King was so ruthless that he didn't hesitate.

"Then you will die." The Lich King said calmly, the frost sorrow in his hand glowing with a faint sheen, and the dragon's soul was sucked into the sword with a wail.