Sensing that as an enemy, the night of the wild goose actually exerted the speed of the dead apostle, shuttling rapidly in the shadow of the wreckage, and the speed was so fast that it was like an afterimage that quickly narrowed the distance between the two people.

The heavy sniper rifle was no longer useful, and was immediately abandoned by Emiya Kiritsugu in favor of a rocket launcher that could be called a weapon of war.

Shoulder-fired rocket launchers, weapons that have been passed down from India's army, and the curry-smelling guys always like to sell what they eat to their 'friends' who are happy to give them some 'little money'.

The aiming time was five seconds, then half a second to pull the trigger, and two seconds later the explosion occurred, and the flames engulfed the two buildings into the range of the explosion, causing further collapse.

But anyway, the whole new city is almost in ruins, so I don't care about that. What Emiya Kiritsugu cares more about is his enemy, is he still alive?

If it were an ordinary person, it would have become minced meat a long time ago. Even the Great Magician is in danger of dying under such a weapon attack.

And in the middle of the information, Tong Yanye is just a lame magician who has studied magic for a year...... But the problem is that a crappy magician who has only studied magic for a year can't let his right leg that was shattered by a bullet grow back.

He didn't doubt his instincts, and the night of the wild goose had turned into an unimaginable monster.

The smell of blood blew through the cracks in the ruins, causing his cold hairs to stand on end in an instant, and his body suddenly rolled off from its original position, while a fist-sized black gadget remained in place.

Rolling and running, he felt sharp claws pass over the back of his neck, and a slender wound appeared on the skin of his cervical spine.

Without looking back, calculating the world in his heart, at the end of the countdown, Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly fell to the ground.

The magically processed grenade exploded, enveloping everything within thirty meters of the fire, and splintering pieces of iron screeched through Emiya's ears in a scream.

After getting up from the ground, he grabbed the gun in his hand, and at the moment he turned around, he shot his own magazine at the black shadow according to the calculation in his mind.

In just ten seconds, he had experienced several killings that had almost died, but now he had time to see the appearance of the night at close range for the first time.

A man who was covered in green muscles and agitated, and was as strong as a monster...... Is it still the weak office worker in the photo?

Not far from Emiya Kiritsugu, Makiri-yan was wheezing at night, the broken shrapnel was repelled from his body, the flesh and blood were squirming and healed, and finally returned to its original state again!

So that's the biggest pitfall? The purpose of the Assassins luring them here...... Do I need to use a spell? No, it's not yet...... Emiya Kiritsugu pursues maximizing lethality, and it's not that he can't bear that spell, but it's not time yet.

But since it has become like this, if it is killed, the Templar Church will not hold itself accountable, right? What qualifications does this kind of anomaly, which even a blind person can see, have to pursue the Holy Grail again?

In the place that Emiya Kiritsugu noticed, the murderous ** Maki Yanya gently pushed up the back molars of his palate with his tongue, so after a whole body transformation, the reimplanted neural network was activated...... On his body, every neural mesh has been reassembled, microscope transistors and transformers are buried in muscles and bones, and the lower end of the spine is a tiny platinum output hole. An internal electronic induction system has been built into his body that operates almost completely automatically.

At the same time as it activated, the silver-white nerve network emitted a burning pain, and the sense of time that slowed down in an instant made him realize that everything had slowed down to the extreme.

From the inside out, the night has become a murderous weapon.

"Give you a good thing, you'll love it."

When he was lying on the operating table, Shen Feng said with a needle in his hand, and through the mask, he couldn't see the smile on Shen Feng's face.

Only now, he's starting to like it.

In an instant, his speed increased several times, and he crossed a long distance and came to the eyes of Emiya Kiritsugu at an unacceptable speed.

"This is ......" Emiya Kiritsugu's pupils dilated instantly, and he looked at the speed of Maki Yanya in disbelief, unwilling to admit his discovery.

This is...... Inherent Time Control?!

There was no time left to think, and a vague chant sounded in his tumbling: "Timealter-Tripleel!" (Triple Speed Controlled by Inherent Time)"

No, that's not enough, just the inherent time control can only keep Emiya Kiritsugu from falling too quickly at that superhuman speed, this speed that is even more exaggerated than the Dead Apostles, what is going on with the night of the wild goose?

―――――― five minutes ago, a group of thugs broke into the airport outside Winterwood Town, hijacked all the crew members, and unfortunately, found something refueling at the airport...... "Is this the legendary fighter plane?" ”

The assassin sat in the cramped cabin, pinching his chin and looking at the complex instrument panel in front of him: "What is my riding ability...... Well, it doesn't seem like there's such a complicated thing......"

"Hey, two cakes, go find the manual!" He said to the clone outside the cabin who was refueling the plane.

"Instructions? Where can I find that thing? The 'two cakes' wearing a mahjong mask grabbed the oil pipeline in his hand, took out a booklet from his body with one hand and threw it into the cabin: "You can make do with this thing first." ”

It was a pocket-sized version of the "Safe Driving Manual for Large Locomotives" with a red cover...... The Assassin, who was controlling the tower, was rummaging through the equipment, poked his head out and shouted at the clone in the cabin, "The map of Winterwood Town can't be found." ”

The assassin sitting in the cabin waved his hand without pressure: "It's okay, I have a map of Nanjing here, and I'll use it alive!." ”

"Huh? What is this? The assassin looked at a line of data on the dashboard: "X-25...... airtogroundmissile？ "(Air-to-surface missile)" looks like a lot of fun. ”

He rubbed his hands, closed the cabin above his head and gave a thumbs up to the doppelganger lying on the wings: "The Justice is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts, the terminal of this train: Dongmu Town." Please take this train in a civilized manner, I hope this journey can leave you with good memories......"

―――――― "O King's Landing! The mask of flesh and blood, Vientiane, feather fighting, the one who bears the name of man! The wall of fire is inscribed with double lotuses, and the distant sky waits for the abyss of fire......"

From the smoke and dust came the crow's chanting: "Seventy-two of the Broken Dao - Twin Lotus Flame Fall!" ”

The incantation was chanted in its entirety, intensifying the power of the entire ghost path to the limit, and then turned into flames and lightning that broke through the long distance, breaking through the smoke, and instantly plowing a rolling scar on the earth.

Ottoria, who was the first of them, had already left her original position, brushing the corners of her clothes, and the light of the fire almost engulfed her.

A trace of black blood slowly seeped from the long scar on the neck, which was the poison left over from the first encounter.

The crow quenched poison on his scalpel, no, it should be said that the soul slaying knife of a person like him would definitely not be justified if it did not have a fierce poisonous caste, right?

That small scalpel was the form of his soul slaying knife after the initial solution, not only was it extremely sharp and indestructible, but there were also neurotoxins on the blade that could hurt the soul, and even Chen Jing's ability to indulge blood could only be eliminated by forcibly bleeding heavily.

"Although it is undeniable to kill the enemy by all means in battle, but to use this poisonous ......" Ottoria rose with a blue flame around her, "Don't you think it's too cheap?" ”

"How is ......it possible," the crow said, licking his blade, "Isn't that kind of thing quenched for the motley tricks that the protagonist bombards?" That's a lot of compassion and love......"

"It's the best anesthetic, a good thing to keep the patient from suffering during the operation." The crow sniffed the scent of his soul slaying knife and looked intoxicated: "This sweet feeling is really unstoppable......"

Answering his fierce sword qi impact, the sharp slash that rushed out of Ottoria's heavy sword in an instant, the illusory blade flashed in the air, this is an illusion made of pure aura condensation, but the ripples of the impact have a more lethal power than the real sword blade.

Break Bang!

The pale sword qi flashed in the air, the crow's scalpel slashed through the air with a barely audible sound, and a silver metallic flash left a fleeting trail in the air.

In the sound of the bubble popping, the sword qi that broke the bladder in an instant had been shattered by the scalpel...... No, it's more like an easy dissection, easily and comfortably navigating through the gaps of the sharp impact, calmly dismembering the invisible impact into a non-threatening breeze.

The breeze dissipated, but the whistling of the real blade began to sound.

Silently stabbed in front of the crow, and with a gust of wind like a tide, the azure blue ripples around Ottoria shone brightly, rippling in the black greatsword, rolling up a deep blue streamer.

As if leading the tide of the sea, the horizontal slash slashed towards the crow's waist, but a shining spark sparked in the air, intercepted by the silver scalpel.

In an instant, Ottoria felt the wear and tear of the blade, and with each collision, a crack appeared in the blade of the heavy sword in her hand.

Jagged jagged teeth had appeared on the blade, and the deepest notch was a narrow scar like tissue paper, and the scalpel sliced the greatsword in two after a brief build-up.

In terms of sharpness, the magically reinforced alloy heavy sword in Ottoria's hand was definitely no match for the Soul Slayer, and if it weren't for its size and weight being large enough, it might have turned into a pile of splinters long ago.

Only now, I'm afraid it's not far from the fragments.

(To be continued)