The solemn-faced priest admired the girl's pain without pity in his heart, and 'comforted' the girl with empathetic words, just to squeeze the last bit of pain out of joy.

Just beside the road, a black figure flickered, and Liang Chengcheng stood in the shadows and beckoned to him.

The car stopped on the side of the road, Yan Feng Qili touched Rin's head and said, "I'm going to deal with some things, I'll come back immediately, do you want to bring you some snacks?" ”

For a moment, there was a slight flaw in the disguise that had not yet been fully mastered, and the sensitive girl felt the banter and dark aura in his heart.

His body trembled slightly, and Rin Tosaka suppressed the frenzied fear that rose in his heart, trying to maintain his coldness and composure, shaking his head sluggishly, as if he had never gotten rid of the pain.

Unaware, Yan Feng Qili slowly opened the car door and walked towards the alley where the assassin was hiding.

In the midst of the gesture just now, the Assassin seemed to have something very important to contact him.

He kept wondering what was going on, and then walked into the alley.

Liang Chengcheng sneakily hid in the corner, with the mask of the 'big ghost' in the playing cards on his face, looked at Yan Feng Qili, and lowered his voice: "Why is your face yellow?" ”

Yan Feng Qili looked at him expressionlessly, not knowing what to say.

Liang Chengcheng couldn't wait for an answer, so he had to find someone to save the scene. Behind Yan Fengqili, another doppelganger wearing a 'little ghost' color returned in a heroic posture: "Antifreeze and wax!" ”

Liang Chengcheng, who found a supporting role, took the posture and asked again: "Why is it red again?" ”

The little ghost changed his posture and replied in a sonorous voice: "Radiant!" ”

Looking at the lame drama of the two assassins with cold eyes, Yan Feng Qili said with a gloomy face: "Are you just coming to me for this kind of funny play?" ”

"You look good, what have you eaten?"

Liang Chengcheng faced the oppression of his momentum without pressure, as if he had not noticed it.

"Don't show me your ridiculous face, put it away." Yan Feng Qili looked at the spell in his palm and began to consider whether to order the heroic spirit in front of him to destroy itself.

But you still have to rely on this guy to find Emiya Kiritsugu...... Find your destined enemy.

"Of course I'm looking for you." Liang Chengcheng, who wore the mask of the 'big ghost', threw six small balls in his hand, and continued to perform dizzying and wonderful acrobatics like a clown.

And behind Yan Feng Qili, the assassin 'little ghost' who has been playing the role of 'Yang Zirong' suddenly turned into a 'mountain carving', stepped on the garbage can, pointed at Yan Feng Qili and shouted: "Yang Zirong!" ”

"Today is your death!"

At the moment when the 'little ghost' spoke, the six small balls thrown in the hands of the 'big ghost' suddenly burst, as if six grenades suddenly erupted close at hand, and the flames of the explosion and the black iron pieces of quenched poison in them scattered and splashed in all directions.

In an instant, the big ghost who didn't care about himself launched a suicide attack, as if half of the terrorists (meows) who rushed into the established direction, silently pulled the fuse, and then the explosion that made the earthquake tremble happened.

The shock wave mixed with exploding flesh and blood instantly hit Yan Feng Qili's body. In the final moment, his instinct caused him to bend down, and the black vestment that shrouded his body diverted most of the impact, and then shattered into black butterflies in the rippling deadly waves, shattering into pieces in the violent air current.

Dozens of pieces of iron were embedded in (redacted) Yan Fengqili's body, causing his mind to temporarily stagnate for a moment; And the little ghost who had just finished reading the lines had an extra dagger in his hand, and he instantly pounced, and the sharp black shadow aimed at his right hand engraved with the spell.

Under Gilgamesh, Liang has lost his strongest means, but that doesn't mean he's vulnerable to the point where even humans can't defeat him.

Even if the opponent is Yan Feng Qili, whose surname is definitely not lower than that of the Heroic Spirit, there is absolutely no hope of winning in the battle against the Heroic Spirit.

The only thing he had to fear, it could be said that what he was afraid of, was something from Yan Feng Qili's wrist, two spells representing absolute command.

Although one of them had been used in the battle last night, summoning him from the battlefield. But as long as he was given a split second, he would be able to control Liang Cheng to destroy himself with two spells.

The suicide order that is absolutely impossible to resist will instantly result in Liang Cheng's surname!

As long as Yan Feng Qili still has the spell in his hand, then after this moment, it is not Yan Feng Qili who dies, then it is him.

The cold blade screeched and stabbed at Yan Feng Qili's right hand, and on the back of his hand, the spell shone dangerously.

Liang Chengcheng saw the murderous intent flashing in Yan Feng Qili's eyes, and his heart was frozen by the sudden coldness. The last chance was seized by Yan Feng Qili and held in his hands.

In the sound of the blade whistling, the order that could not be disobeyed had already begun, and Yan Fengqili's voice spread: "Self-......"

When the word 'extinguished' came out, it was the moment when Liang Chengcheng's surname ended.

Time seemed to slow down, and at the last moment, an arm inscribed with the 'Fa-rectification' scripture pierced through the storm of the riot, and the palm of his hand shrouded the back of Yan Fengqili's head, not caring about the greatest power to urge himself, and sending out all the power that could be lifted in a hurry.

So the gentle palm pressed on the back of Yan Feng Qili's head, like a hammer-like latent energy poured into his body from the palm of his hand, and darkness instantly filled Yan Feng Qili's eyes, the order was interrupted, and even his thinking fell into a temporary stagnation.

His thoughts, which had been subjected to a violent impact, were interrupted by the spit, and in addition to the messy noise, blood and saliva spit out from Yan Fengqili's mouth were spat out from the thump.

No matter how powerful she is, Yan Feng Qili's current body is always human; In the original book, after the end of this Holy Grail War, he crawled out of the black mud of 'all evil at this time', so he gained a more powerful **; But now, his bodily functions still can't go beyond the limits of human beings.

The sudden blow interrupted his mortal counterattack, and the screaming 'imp' didn't cut off his wrist, but instead tore off the piece of flesh engraved with the spell and held it in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, the assassin's head was pierced by a sudden black blade.

In Yan Feng Qili's hand, where a large piece of flesh and blood had been cut off by the dagger, he clenched the black hilt, and the sharp blade woven with magic pierced through the assassin's face armor and came out of the back of his head.

This is the amulet held by the Templar Church when the agent is judged on heresy, and it can magically weave the 'black key' of the blade of the sword, and although the main function is to throw, it is also useful in close combat.

Some of these magicians are even able to attach the magic of killing enemies to the black keys - such as the 'Cremation Ceremony' that causes enemies to be reduced to ashes in flames, and the 'Shelling Ceremony' where a stab is struck by a cannonball.

Although Yan Feng Qili's talent in the 'Demon Path' is almost none, he has a powerful strength and fierce fighting skills that are absolutely incomparable to those of his kind.

Ignoring the wound on the back of his hand, the power of the layer instantly caused scarlet blood to rush out of his wound, and the blade that changed direction and slashed horizontally also cut off the small half of the assassin's head, completely killing Liang Chengcheng's clone.

Flesh and blood engraved with the spell flew in the air, and Yan Feng Qili smiled and stretched out his hand to pounce, but was interrupted by a hand that suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

The heavy shackles made him feel like he was being bound in place.

A cold voice came from behind him, and the arm inscribed with the mantra 'Long Stay' pressed against Yan Feng Qili's shoulder. Its owner, Bai Shuo, appeared behind Yan Feng Qili and said in a cold voice, "See you again, Father Yan Feng!" ”

It was he who interrupted Yan Fengqili's order at the last moment. And now, the 'Vajra' technique, which he hadn't used for a long time, appeared on his two arms again, and a violent force emanated from his arms, locking him in place.

The second time you meet, you don't have to reminisce about old love, and now, you can die.

Bai Shuo's right hand, which had hit the back of his head just now, had already been raised to a high place, and it was like a boulder and smashed down in the air with a cold wind pressure.

Instead of sitting still, Yan Feng Qili pulled out another black key on his waist with his other palm, aimed at the smashed arm, and the magic power instantly poured into it, so the black blade was pulled out of the handle and stabbed directly into Bai Shuo's pressed palm.

Facing the sharp magic blade, Bai Shuo's pressed palm did not pause in the slightest, but increased its strength. It was as if the iron plate was smashed from a height of ten thousand feet, and at the moment of contact with the sword blade, the strengthened skin cracked tiny wounds, and the sword blade, which was under tremendous pressure, broke inch by inch, and in the end, even the handle exploded into pieces.

The deadly killing machine also came to a brief pause. At this moment, Bai Shuo felt an explosion-like tremor and power suddenly come from the body of the man he suppressed under his left hand; Relying on the shaking of muscles and the extreme control of the body, as well as the power skills of the ancient Chinese 'Bajiquan', Yan Feng Qili's power instantly broke through the limit and rose to the peak - even a wall can knock out a big hole.

The sudden force made Bai Shuo's palm loosen, and the experienced agent instantly broke away from the original restraints, and Bai Shuo's smashed palm could only crush the air, making a low explosion.

Yan Feng Qili, who was rolling rapidly on the ground, instantly widened the distance between the two, but stopped at the mouth of the alley.

"I'm not in good health yet, but it's not a big deal to set up an enchantment. Thoughts like running away should be pinched off as soon as possible. ”

Bai Shuo twisted his wrist a little numb, and looked at the enemy not far away: "Before you die, don't you want to say something?" Father Yanfeng? ”

Yan Feng Qili's upper body was blasted with dozens of scars in the initial explosion, but the hard muscles had already closed with their own strength, ensuring the next combat effectiveness.

Looking at the bloody wound on the back of his hand indifferently, Yan Feng Qili ripped off the only remaining sleeve and wrapped it neatly on the back of his hand, temporarily taking measures to stop bleeding from the wound.

Without the slightest fear, Yan Feng Qili returned to his original indifference again after the initial slight surprise: "I didn't expect that you are also a magician. ”

"Although I don't believe in the Assassins' ridiculous wishes for the Holy Grail, I didn't expect that the Heroic Spirits would join forces with outsiders to betray." He pulled the black key from his waist again, his hanging ten fingers holding the handles of several cross talismans, and the sharp black blade extended from the talisman, he was ready to fight.

"It is the duty of the vicar to seek out heretics, and it is the unquestionable rule of the Holy Grail War to kill the opponent. Needless to say, let me see how you managed to take my last name! ”

(To be continued)