Yan Fengqili was in mid-air, looking at the sneering Webber with some horror. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Webber stood about twenty meters away from Yanfeng Qili, his right hand was empty, and a dark red incantation floated on his palm.

An "F" spell.

This is the Rune Magic, the F-word Fire Spell.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Webber's mouth, and the dark red F word appeared like a halo of orange-red streamers with the restlessness of the magic in his body and surrounded the F word.

Then, the orange-red light exploded, turning into a hot fire.

"Master of Assassin, you still dare to leave the church after quitting the Holy Grail War? Then leave it for me! Weber's five fingers of his right hand suddenly stretched out, and then clenched, the F word was held in his hand, and the hot flame burned and boiled on his fist, but did not cause him the slightest damage.

The index finger, the ring finger, the little finger is extended, and the thumb and middle finger are bent, pressing the fire spell. Then, Webb flicked hard at Yan Fengqili-

"Boom!!"

With a loud popping sound, the fist-sized flame suddenly spun into a giant fireball the size of a truck when it broke away from Webber's fist and was alone in the air with the fire curse!

The huge ball of flames, but with the speed of a bullet, was simply a disemboweled cannonball after breaking away from Weber's hand, accompanied by a roar, with the terrifying momentum of engulfing everything and burning everything, it launched a peerless charge horn towards Yan Feng Qili!

“！！！！”

"What is this?!"

Let's not mention that Feng Qili's pupils were constricted, her face was tense, and her face was incredulous. Alice Phil, who was hiding in the woods, also let out an exclamation of disbelief - she hadn't planned to make a sound, and secretly escaped with Maiya Kuyu when Webber was fighting against Yan Feng Qili, but...

Under Webb's magic, she couldn't be calmer anymore.

She is an artificial person, so she knows more about magic than ordinary magicians, so she ...... She couldn't believe why this magic was still alive and being used by a modern man! This kind of magic, but even she can only find traces in the memory when it was manufactured...

This is called the Divine Magic, the power of the gods that can only be used by the top magicians in ancient times!

"But that F-shaped font just now is obviously Runi magic... Runi magic can't have this kind of power! He... Who the hell is he?? Alice Field's face was full of shock.

She could only feel the shock now, but... Yan Feng Qili felt a trace of despair now.

He could clearly see that in the middle of the scorching fireball, the color of the fire around the F word was dazzling white!

This shows that the body of this fireball is just the white flame and the F word wrapped in the white flame! Beyond the orange flames... It's just a trace of residual warmth emanating from that white flame!

If you do, you'll die, and there's not even a corpse left.

Yan Feng Qili looked at the white blazing flame, and the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly.

The fireball was approaching, and Yan Feng Qili now felt that his skin had melted, turned into liquid and dripped down, although there was despair in his heart, his keen combat experience and intuition allowed him to find a little chance of survival.

Relying on the tenacity of practicing Bajiquan all year round, he forced himself to shrink into a ball, and then used the kung fu of a thousand catties.

His body suddenly fell downward, but the speed of the fall was still not as fast as the fireball, so he still could not avoid being engulfed by the fireball.

But—in the moment he was swallowed up, he was a little glad that he had survived.

Because he had just escaped the white flames, he was only covered by orange flames.

The fireball was like a cannonball, and it suddenly swept past the place where Yan Feng Qili was, thinking about the higher sky and rushing away, and finally exploded in the high sky.

“――――――！！”

In an instant, as if the sun had reappeared, the realm of the castle of Einzbergern was as incandescent as noon.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"It's... What? ”

- Whether it was Artoria, Dilumudo, and Caster Gilles de Les in battle, or Shirou Emiya and Kenneth playing peek-a-boo in the castle, they all agreed with the time to put down their movements, and at the same time looked at the flames that exploded in the sky.

"What a surging magic, such a powerful magic." Kenneth stood by a window inside the castle, looking at the orb of flame bursting in the sky outside, looking a little incredulous. "There are still such powerful magicians in this Holy Grail War? How powerful is this... Flame magic? Could it be the time of Tosaka? No, it shouldn't be - his magic skills are not as good as mine..."

"So who is this person?"

Kenneth was silent for a while, then turned around and continued to look for Emiya Shirou who was hiding, although his expression did not change, but in his heart, the turmoil did not stop.

He finally had a trace of vigilance and solemnity about this war.

――

"Now, Rider."

In the forest full of filthy octopus-like tentacle monsters, Dilumudo, who was holding two swords, had a strange expression. "This magic... You should know what it is, right? ”

Artoria's spear sliced in a beautiful arc, as the long range of the monstrous blade allowed her to easily slice through several tentacle monsters around her. "Kamiyo, magic."

"Is there anyone in this era who can use magic on behalf of the gods?" Dilumudo's expression was a little ugly, compared to the plain Artoria, it seemed that he was very unbearable, but in fact, Artoria's heart was not calm now.

Although she was shocked by this magic and the identity of this magic - Kamidai. But she was more concerned about the safety of her wife, Alice Field.

"Saber, let's do it quickly, you must be worried about the person who used this magic trick, went to your master, right?" Artoria said coldly as she looked at Gilles de Les, who was looking at the sky with an exaggerated expression.

"Okay." Dilumudo put away the ugliness on his face and looked solemnly at Gilles de Les, his sword swinging out, in a fighting pose.

――――The fireball streaked through the air, a charred figure fell, he rolled on the ground for a while, and slowly stood up.

Pitch-black stained faces...... It's a gift of words.

His burnt face was slightly distorted, and the black on his body made it impossible to tell if it was burnt skin or black monk's robes...... Maybe both?

"It's not dead... I really should praise you for your toughness, Assassin's master. Wei Boling looked at Yan Feng and spoke indifferently.