"Alice Phil!" Just as Alice Phil was still thinking about the meaning of Artoria's words, Artoria suddenly dodged to the other party's side and protected him behind her.

"What's wrong?" Alice Phil asked, looking at Artoria's cold face, a little puzzled. "The three kings are gathered here tonight, and no matter who they are, they won't come to die. ”

"Who knows. Glancing into the dark depths, Artoria said casually.

A moment later, Alice Phil and Webb also noticed something strange in the air around them. Although I can't see it, I can feel a very strong killing intent on my skin.

Strange white objects emerged from the moonlit atrium. One after the other, pale faces appeared in the atrium like flowers blooming. The pale was the color of cold, dry bones.

Skull mask and black robes. The deserted atrium gradually surrounded by this strange group.

Assassin

Rider and Webb weren't the only ones who knew they were alive. Artoria and Alice Phil also learn about this during their conversation with Kiritsugu on Warehouse Street.

The Assassin wasn't just the one who was killed at Tosaka Mansion in the first place. The truth is that there were several Assassins involved in the Holy Grail War, but that number was unusual. They all wore masks and black robes, and their physiques were different. There are giant men, there are emaciated types, there are short childlike people, and there are women's figures.

"You did it, right? Archer。 ”

Archer shrugged innocently.

"Who knows, I don't have to figure out what those mongrels think. ”

Since so many Assassins have been mobilized, it must not be Yan Feng Qili's order alone. Presumably this was the intention of his teacher, Tosaka Tokitomi.

Because Shi Chen did his courtesy to the hero king, Archer also recognized him as a master. However, Shichen's behavior made Archer more and more dissatisfied with him.

Although the feast was initiated by Rider, it was Archer who served the wine. Sending killers in such a banquet, what did Shi Chen want. This is tantamount to smearing the face of the Hero King, does he know?

But it's just right, although Tosaka Tokitomi acted without his permission, which is undoubtedly a smear on Gilgamesh's face. But Gilgamesh didn't care, because it was exactly what he wanted.

Only in this way will Yan Feng Qili's man's Servant position be vacant.

Well, it's a mess.

Seeing the enemy approaching, Webb let out a sigh that bordered on screaming. Incomprehensible, this is completely beyond the rule limits of the Holy Grail War.

"What's going on? Assassins one after another, isn't there only one Servant per rank?"

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of their prey, the Assassins couldn't help but laugh evilly.

"You're right, we are Servants with the whole as an individual, and the individuals within it are only shadows of the whole. ”

Neither Webb nor Alice Phil could understand. The Assassin summoned by Yan Feng Qili was actually this kind of special existence.

The old man of the mountain is the only one of the people who have inherited the terrible name of Hassan Sabaha for generations, and has the ability to change.

Unlike other Hassan, he did not make any modifications to his body. Perhaps it could be said that there was no need for this, because although he was mediocre, his spirit was able to make his body change freely.

He can have excellent strategy, can know foreign Chinese, can identify poisons, or can set traps. In short, he is a versatile assassin who can automatically switch abilities based on the needs of the mission. It is said that sometimes he can use strange powers and agility that his body could not possess before, and use the illusionary martial arts that have long been forgotten.

He can disguise himself as a man, a woman, or a child, and he will stand next to you very naturally. Sometimes he is even able to change his personality depending on the occasion, so that no one can reveal his true identity.

But no one knows the truth. Hassan, although he has a single body, has a different soul.

Based on the knowledge at the time, there was no such thing as multiple personality disorder. In modern medicine, this is defined as a phenomenon of mental illness. For the assassin Hassan Sabaha, it was a mysterious ability. He is able to use a variety of different knowledge and techniques through his cohabitants who inhabit his own body, confuse his enemies through different means, weave a web of defenses, and kill his targets in ways that no one could have predicted.

And the Assassin who was summoned by Yan Feng Qili this time is known as the Assassin of Variety.

He is a Servant who has a body but also a myriad of souls. Fundamentally, they were originally different souls, and because they had lost their physical restraints, they could completely materialize into different forms after they appeared.

Of course, their total spiritual power is only one person, and their ability value after splitting is definitely not comparable to that of the rest of the Heroic Spirits. However, because of the Assassin's proprietary skills, this group can be said to be invincible in detective activities.

"Are we being watched by this group of guys until today?"

Alice Fell muttered in pain, and Artoria's face changed slightly. Although the other party is not strong enough. But they were able to sneak in, and they were numerous, and even though she had near-invincible power, she was a considerable threat to Alice Phil and Emiya Kiritsugu.

And they have usually been tracking their targets like shadows, and they have given up their breath-cutting ability at the moment, and watching them lean forward without fear means that they are going to move seriously.

'Are you going to start?' glanced at Gilgamesh meaninglessly, and the corners of Artoria's mouth curled.

It seems that the previous guess was correct, Gilgamesh has a considerable interest in the man named Yanfeng Qili. ’

A rabble that relies on numerical superiority. If attacked from the front, none of the Servants present would lose, but only if the Servant was alone in the confrontation with the enemy.

Because no matter which Servant you are, you have to protect your Master when facing so many Assassins.

No matter how weak an Assassin is, it is quite a threat to humanity. Even Alice Phil, the android of Einzbelen, who can use first-class magic, can't stop the Assassin with magic alone. It was impossible for her to protect herself on her own.

Therefore, if you want to fight while protecting the master, a large number of enemies has become a very serious problem.

So, the question now is not whether it can be defeated, but whether it can be solved with one blow. And the number of Assassins surrounding them is desperately large.

From the Assassin's point of view, they also have a final resort.

Even if it is a group, it is a group with a limited number of people. Sacrificing most of the sacrifices in exchange for a small number of survivors to achieve victory is tantamount to suicidal behavior, so it is a killer tactic that can only be used in the final battle.

Assassins are Servants who have been summoned for the Holy Grail, and they should not be able to bear to be used as pawns of the Retainer and Archer, but they cannot disobey the Command.

For tonight's action, Yan Feng Qili used a spell to order them to win even at the cost of sacrifice. The Commands are categorical to the Servants, in which case they have no choice but to follow the commands.

Although it was pleasant to see Saber, who was known as the strongest, also guarding against their attacks on their Master, she was not their target. The designated target of attack is Rider's master. Although the Rider has a powerful Phantasm, its destructive power is directional, and if the Assassin attacks from all directions, it will surely be able to attack the cowardly short Master.

Yes, this was a dangerous moment for the conquering king Iskandar.

But why is the giant Servant still drinking leisurely?

"RiRider, hey, hey. ”

Even as Webber shouted uneasily, Rider didn't move. He looked around at the Assassins, his eyes still calm.

"Hey, kids, don't be so embarrassed. Isn't it just that there are guests at the banquet, and the wine is still drunk. ”

"Where do they look like guests?"

Rider smiled wryly and sighed, then faced the Assassin who surrounded him, and he greeted with a dull expression like a fool:

"I said, guys, can you restrain your ghostly spirit? My friend was terrified by you. ”

Artoria couldn't help but look at Rider's heart, and even Archer frowned.

"Do you still want to invite them to the table? ”

Of course, the king's speech should be heard by all the people, and since there are people who come to listen to it, it does not matter whether it is an enemy or a friend. ”

Rider spoke calmly, scooping out the bottle of red wine with a handle and reaching for the Assassins.

"Come, you're welcome, if you want to drink together, come and get the cup yourself. The wine is with your blood. ”

A piercing thud answered Rider.

All that was left of Rider's hand was the handle of the spoon, and the spoon had partially fallen to the ground. It was done by one of the Assassins, and the wine in the spoon was scattered on the floor of the atrium.

Rider speechlessly looked down at the liquor scattered on the ground. The skull masks laughed as if they were mocking him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. ”

Rider's tone was still calm, but it was clear that the feeling had changed. The only people who noticed this change were the two people who had been drinking with him before.

"As I said, this wine is your blood, right? Since you let it spill on the ground, I'll do it. ”

Before the words fell, a whirlwind whistled.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it were about to burn everything. It wasn't like a forest at night, or the wind in the atrium of a castle, the wind came from the desert and roared in your ears.

Sensing sand in his mouth, Webb quickly spat on it. This is indeed sand. What was brought by the strange wind was really hot sand that would not have been possible.

"Saber, and Archer, the last question of the feast is whether the king is lonely?"

Rider, standing in the center of the hot air, asked. Looking at the cloak fluttering on his shoulders, I don't know when he has returned to the proper attire of a conquering king.

Archer laughed. There was no need to ask at all, so he replied with silence.