"How is this possible?"

Little Sao Nian Veldwitt exclaimed in disbelief, and Zhang Cheng and Alice Fell were also shocked to see the Assassin popping up like a ghost.

One, two, three......

Around the Qingteng courtyard, the Assassin, who was almost three steps and one post, directly surrounded everyone.

There are seventeen Assassins, that is, seventeen Heroic Spirits, and subconsciously thinks that the Heroic Spirits are all powerful and incomparable, and Willitt is a little skeptical: "Brother Zhang Cheng, could these be all Assassins?

Velvet really can't believe that these seventeen Assassins are all individuals, if that's the case, then would the Holy Grail War still need to be fought?

Zhang Cheng was also shocked, he had seen Assassins, although there were a large number of them, but the Heroic Spirits that could be blown away by Lancer with one shot should not be too strong.

"They are all individuals, but their strength should not be comparable to a few kings!"

Zhang Cheng spoke, looking at Villevet's somewhat worried look and continued to explain: "Don't worry, I've seen the Assassin shoot, just Lancer can kill him with one shot, there are so many kings present, there will be nothing." ”

As if verifying Zhang Cheng's words, the golden wine glass raised by Iskandar, the king of conquest, was blown away by a streamer of light from the Assassin, and his face sank directly.

Seeing the golden wine glass being knocked away, the eyes of Jin Pika, who was watching the play on the sidelines, narrowed his eyes, and what he hated most was the scum polluting his treasure.

The Assassin with the bone mask didn't know that his action had indirectly angered the two kings.

"Door-to-door provocation, self-deception and deterrence, I come!"

There was no doubt in the flat voice, and the wind that had just rolled up around Iskandar, the king of conquest, and the golden portal that had just been manifested behind the golden pickup suddenly dissipated.

The King of Conquest, Iskandar, and Jinpica flashed at the same time, and with a hint of surprise, they put away their movements, and quietly looked at Zhang Jiao, who stood up.

Compared with the surprise of the conquering king Iskandar and the golden picker, what is more surprising is Zhang Cheng, what kind of character does Uncle Zhang Jiao not know?

Rather be a post-army division, not a vanguard general, he has basically never done much for a long time, he is completely a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and now he actually takes the initiative to fight, which is completely illogical, is it to kill chickens and monkeys?

When Zhang Cheng thought of the monkey, he subconsciously glanced at the golden pickup card watching the play not far away.

Ignoring what everyone thought, Uncle Zhang Jiao took a slight step forward, looked at the Assassins and said calmly: "Come together!"

Whoa......

The Assassins didn't hesitate at all, and seventeen shadows fluttered quietly, and a little bit of cold light lit up in the hands of the Assassins under their black robes.

"Senro!"

Zhang Jiao let out a low sigh, and pressed his right hand towards the void of the Assassins who broke through the sky, and the huge spiritual storm suddenly swept through all the Assassins in his field of vision with Zhang Jiao as the center.

The spiritual storm was invisible to the naked eye, and although Artoria, Kimpica, and the King of Conquest could feel it, in their eyes, the seventeen murderous Assassins suddenly turned into headless flies.

This kind of spiritual Dao method is fundamentally different from the magic of the inherent enchantment, illusory space, and the like, and purely uses powerful spiritual power to manifest the picture you want in the enemy's sea of consciousness.

At the moment when Zhang Jiaosen Luo exited, Zhang Cheng's heart trembled fiercely, and his eyes were full of shock.

Because it is extremely difficult to create an illusion in the enemy's sea of consciousness, the average dragon-level peak master can only use it on a single person.

However, Zhang Jiao was able to exert all kinds of magic on a whole seventeen people in an instant! Could it be that this was the strength of an immortal-level cultivator? Zhang Cheng was shocked.

Looking indifferently at the seventeen headless flies, Zhang Jiao's outstretched right hand suddenly clenched.

"Vientiane!"

The invisible mental storm set off again, and the seventeen Assassins frantically plunged daggers into the bodies of their teammates next to them like crazy demons.

In just ten seconds, the seventeen Assassins were almost killed by each other, leaving only one Assassin with a white bone mask stained with blood.

"Smack!"

A silver bolt fell from the clouds, and the remaining Assassin turned into a puff of black smoke.

The moment the last Assassin fell, Yan Feng Qili then knocked on the door of Tosaka Shichen's secret room.

"Master, the Assassin is back at Valhalla!"

Yan Feng Qili said calmly, and the afterglow in his eyes inadvertently swept the faded Holy Tattoo Spell on the back of his hand.

"Who made the move?" Tosaka said lightly.

"Yes......"

Yan Feng Qili's tone paused for a moment, and said slowly: "Zhang Cheng's servant Clergy, with only one move, all the Assassins lost their autonomous consciousness at the same time and killed each other. ”

"It's hard work, Qili, and it's none of your business after that!" Tosaka said with a hint of apology.

"Qili should be done, then, the disciple will retire first!"

Under Tosaka Shichen's flickering gaze, Yan Feng Qili exited the secret room, and the gloomy underground secret room returned to silence again.

The thunder went out, the people in the ruins were silent, Archer's ruby eyes flashed with inexplicable meaning, this Clergy had fully mobilized the interest of the golden pickup.

On the other hand, Artoria and Iskandar, the king of conquest, looked at Zhang Jiao's eyes and were already full of respect for the strong, but Artoria's was more pure, and Iskander's respect was still full of fiery war.

"Go ahead!"

Zhang Jiao whispered, turning back to his place on the roof, as if the killing of the Assassin just now did not exist.

A group of cannon fodder-like send-off teams, an instantaneous crushing battle, couldn't set off any waves in the hearts of several kings, and the only thing that interested them was Zhang Jiao's strength.

As the feast continued, Iskander, the King of Conquest, took back the golden wine cup and poured a sip of Archer's inventory, and said loudly, "Everyone, what is the meaning of the Holy Grail War, everyone should know it, right?"

"Take the Holy Grail?" Artoria wondered.

The Conquest King Iskandar shook his head when he heard this, and continued: "It's commensurate! The Holy Grail War is a way for the Holy Grail to choose the right people, and since it is only one way, then it is possible to choose the right people without fighting. ”

"Heh, are you going to let this king sit down with you to compete for personality charm and moral feelings to determine the ownership of this king's wealth?" Jin Pika sneered.