"Ding, the host breaks the connection between the Book of False Ministers and the rider by breaking the precepts of all things, and the system automatically transfers the spell to the host."

As the sound of the system sounded, a mark appeared on Yang Cong's hand.

And this imprint is composed of three paintings, like a crown pattern.

But only one of the imprints was illuminated, and the other two were dim.

Seeing this, Yang Cong thought that it should have been like this after using two spells, and when Rin Tosaka used the spells, it was also like this, so Yang Cong didn't think it was strange.

After obtaining the spell, Yang Cong also felt that he had established a connection with Medusa.

And because of the spell, Medusa also stopped the continued activation of this barrier.

"Now... Can you let me go? Jian Tong Shenji watched his biggest reliance spell fall into Yang Cong's hands, and now he is like an ant walking on the side of the road, and Yang Cong is the pedestrian walking on the road, as long as Yang Cong is willing, Yang Cong will not have to work hard to eliminate Jian Tong Shenji.

"Let's go." Yang Cong glanced at Shinji Makiri, although he said that he wanted to kill Shinji Makiri, but he was not a person who rebelled, since he said that he would not kill him, then he would not kill him.

After hearing Yang Cong let him go, Shinji Jian ran to the staircase without hesitation.

"Wait...

In an instant, Yang Cong sensed that something was wrong, but even if he wanted to make Shinji Maki stop, it was too late.

And just as Shinji Maki was about to run to the top of the stairs, a blood-red spear suddenly appeared, and a shot pierced Shinji Makiri's thin chest.

"Poof...

A mouthful of blood instantly spurted out of Shinji Makiri's mouth.

"I'm here..."

Shinji Makiri's eyes were distracted, and he slowly looked down at his chest, at this time, the originally clean and neat school uniform on his chest was already soaked with scarlet blood.

He slowly raised his hand, as if to touch the blood-red spear that had pierced his chest.

But before he could reach the spear with his hand, it was suddenly drawn.

And Shinji Makiri, like a person made of bones, fell to the ground in an instant.

The corners of Shinji Makiri's mouth, who fell to the ground, kept closing slightly, as if he was muttering something, but no one heard it clearly.

Looking at Shinji Makiri, who had fallen to the ground, Yang Cong's face was calm, and then he looked at Lancer who came out of the staircase carrying a spear.

"You killed the person I wanted to let go."

Hearing this, Lancer shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't care at all: "I'm just doing a very normal thing, as long as he is alive, it must be my threat, I deal with the threat, isn't this a normal thing, besides, I seem to have done you a favor, don't you also want to kill him." ”

"Yes, I wanted to kill him, but he made a deal with me just now, so I didn't kill him." Yang Cong looked at Lancer and said lightly: "If he walks out of this floor and is killed by you, I won't care, but if you kill him in front of me, it will be too shameful to give me face." ”

"Huh... Face or something has always been just something that the weak use to pray for protection. Lancer sneered and looked at Yang Cong with hostility.

"You want to fight me?" Yang Cong's strength is no longer the strength he had at the beginning, and now he has slowly changed over time, and he has unlocked a lot of things that restricted him.

His strength is much stronger, and now Lancer, in front of him, is not enough to see.

"You and I are both servants of the Holy Grail War participants, so why don't you fight, you're right." Lancer smiled slightly, then suddenly clenched the red spear in his hand, and disappeared in place.

Like an unstoppable storm, Lancer rushed straight towards Yang Cong.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, Medusa wanted to step forward to block it, but she obviously looked at it, and now her master was not the waste master of Shinji Kiriri, so she wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Yang Cong's hand.

"I don't know your master, but I don't think it matters anymore."

Now Yang Cong already knows all the masters except Lancer, and as for the rest, it doesn't matter if he knows it or not.

"Spirit: Gravity Control!"

At the moment when Yang Cong's realm was released, Lancer, who was like a storm, instantly stopped in place.

"Boom...

Lancer stood in place with his blood-red spear, and he himself was half-on the ground with gritted teeth, but his legs seemed to be disobedient and wanted to kneel, so Lancer kept resisting.

"It's different now, if it weren't for the fact that my strength was limited, how could you break my ice when we met for the first time."

Yang Cong slowly walked in front of Lancer, and at this time, Lancer knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Cong like a loyal minister.

"Ah。。。。。hh

A roaring sound came from Lancer's throat, and Lancer seemed to be desperate to defy the inexplicable gravity.

But it's a pity that Yang Cong's proficiency in gravity control has reached an incredible level, and he can accurately control every gravity without overdoing it or lacking it.

Now suppressing Lancer's gravity, just right.

"By the way, your master is really cowardly." Yang Cong sneered: "It's been so long, I don't dare to show up, and letting you come is just sending you to death, it's even more timid than Jian Tong Shinji." ”

Lancer wanted to speak, but all of his strength was used to resist the gravity exerted by Yang Cong.

So he couldn't say anything at all.

"Forget it, it's useless for you to keep it anyway, I won't save you trouble, I'll give you a good time."

In the golden ripples, a blood-red spear appeared in Yang Cong's hand.

And the spear in Yang Cong's hand is no different from the one in Lancer's hand.

"Die under your own gun, you should be satisfied."

Yang Cong is a person who respects his opponent very much, he rarely abuses his opponent, and basically gives the other party a good time, unless the other party does something that makes Yang Cong extremely angry.

However, killing a Jian Tong Shinji did not make Yang Cong angry, and he could only say that he was a little angry.

Holding the blood-red spear, Yang Cong closed his eyes slightly, and after just a few seconds, he opened his eyes again.

"Although your story is worthy of sympathy, since you have chosen to be my enemy, then you must have the consciousness of being killed by me, and I will give you a good time."

As soon as the words fell, the blood-red spear in Yang Cong's hand shot towards Lancer in an instant like a blood-red dragon.

Seeing the blood-red dragon coming, for some reason, Lancer suddenly felt a sense of relief and felt extremely relaxed.

(End of chapter)