The night full of blood and death still did not pass, and in the silent and deserted church, the priest sat in the basement, looking at the servant who appeared in front of him, and frowned slightly.

"How many people are there in Saber?"

"There should be only one, but the other could be an Assassin." Lancer Cúchulainn, dressed in a blue bodysuit, said to his master.

"Two people? Do you know who they are? ”

"I don't know what to do."

"And what about strength?"

Yan Feng Qili slowly turned the wine glass in his hand and asked out loud.

"In terms of strength, it should be on par with me, right? I haven't tested the specific strength, but considering the effect of the treasure, if they were to go one-on-one with me, they shouldn't have a chance of winning. ”

Lancer Cuchulainn said with some uncertainty. After all, neither of those two girls looked like they could be easily dealt with, and it was their Mater that scares Lancer the most.

"And their master strength should be very strong." Lancer Cú Chulainn glanced at his master, considered what he wanted to say, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said slowly, "If it's one-on-one, master, you're not his opponent." ”

Yan Feng Qili nodded slowly, and waved his hand to let his servant retreat. It wasn't until his servant turned into a light and disappeared in front of Yan Feng Qili that the master finally revealed his true face.

Emiya Kiritsugu...... What did you die for?

Yan Feng Qili's eyes were full of disdainful smiles, his real opponent was only the man who brought him great pressure in the last Holy Grail War, right?

How can other people be able to defeat themselves, after all, they have two heroic spirits!

Emiya Kiritsugu thought as he opened the door to the basement beside him.

A rotten, nostrilous stench immediately scrambled out of the basement. It went directly into Yan Fengqili's nose. In order to be able to fully support the magic of Archer's Gilgamesh activities, Yanfeng Qili has been preparing for it since ten years ago.

And these souls who died tragically in their own churches were the best food for Archer Gilgamesh.

"Qili, you're still so ugly here......"

A slight mocking voice sounded behind the master, and he didn't need to look at Yan Feng Qili to know who was the person who suddenly appeared behind him.

I saw him turn slightly and bow to Gilgamesh behind him.

"My king, why is there such a Yaxing to be able to come to the Humble House?"

"Humph......"

Archer Gilgamesh sneered, and walked directly past Yan Feng Qili's side to the corpse-strewn basement. I saw this king in golden armor. Directly open his arms, feeling the power of his soul constantly surging into him.

"Qili, this king recently had a dream."

"Dreams?"

"In a dream, someone dares to provoke this king, it's really a big rebellion!"

"What kind of dream was it?" Yan Feng Qili asked anxiously, but in exchange for only Archer Gilgamesh's disdainful gaze.

"Is it necessary to know the way, no matter what kind of miscellaneous things, when you come to the front of this king, there is only one way to kneel on the ground." Archer Gilgamesh said, suddenly bursting out laughing. "But this king really wants to know Lu Dao, the master called Liu Mengchao, whether his heroic spirit is saber......"

“saber？”

"The knight king of this king." As if introducing his favorite collection, Archer Gilgamesh said with a smile. "Always patrolling in this dreary world, it really exhausts the appetite of this king. Qili, arrange it, this king can't wait for the miscellaneous people to come to meet me. ”

After speaking. Without waiting for Yan Feng Qili's answer, Archer's figure of Gilgamesh slowly faded away, completely disappearing in front of Yan Feng Qili.

Do you want to meet the Servants?

Yan Feng Qili smiled and shook his head. Archer Gilgamesh is the trump card in his own hands, how can he be easily exposed to other masters, he really becomes an idiot after being the king for a long time!

With a low laugh, Yan Feng Qili closed the basement door again. This granary, specially prepared for Archer Gilgamesh, is far from being eaten up.

But...... Speaking of dreams......

Yan Feng Qili frowned slightly. In his mind, there seemed to be some inexplicable fragments all of a sudden.

Which magician exactly uses magic?

Yan Feng Qili pondered in his heart and walked out of his church.

Outside the church, the moonlight sprinkled all over the earth without hesitation, making Yan Fengqili frown in disgust. Light and hope, without despair, is really disgusting!

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Saku......ra's completely decayed body looked at the girl in front of her with some surprise, and said slowly, "Have you been very happy lately?" ”

Sakura Makiri, who was asked, didn't say a word, just honestly lowered her head.

"The Holy Grail War has begun, don't slack off." Holding on to his crutches, he walked past Sakura Makiri, "Although Shinji's whereabouts are unknown now, you, as the heir of the Maki family, will take on the responsibilities of the Maki family for me!" ”

After speaking, Jian Tong Dirty Yan slowly raised the crutch in his hand and pointed to the worm warehouse deeper.

"Go ahead."

Jian Tong said slowly, and closed his glasses directly. It wasn't until the sound of Sakura's footsteps gradually disappeared that the old man, who had almost turned into a puddle of rotten meat, opened his eyes again.

Odd...... Why did you find hope in the eyes of the cherry blossoms?

In this case, how can you implement your own plan?

Jian Tong Dirty Yan laughed gloomily, it seems that his plan is also going to speed up. You have to hurry up and let the cherry blossoms ripen.

But...... Without Shinji, a useful chess piece, what should I use?

Jian Tong Dirty Yan looked at the slowly wriggling marker under his feet, and was a little distracted for a while. As for those occasional snippets that come to mind. But he has long been forgotten by this magician whose soul is rotten. All he had to do now was find a prop that could fully use Sakura Makiri.

It's just that for a while, there are no props that meet the old man's needs, which makes Jian Tong Yan sit on the sofa and slowly ponder.

And Shinji Makiri, who is rarely missed by the dirty inkstone of Makiri, is a little helpless at the moment facing the things he has to accept every day.

A dripping counter appeared directly in front of him, and whenever the water inside was full, a knife would fall directly from the sky.

Since being frightened by such an attack for the first time, Shinji Maki has gradually become accustomed to this kind of life. Because he knew that he couldn't die at all. Each time, an invisible spell suddenly lit up on oneself. Resist sudden attacks.

In this regard, Shinji Makiri is even a little complacent in his heart, after all, he is still a useful person.

Of course, this is not the case for those who live inside the Ryudong Temple.

"It's been so many times, will Shinji Makiri already feel that he is not in danger?"

"It's unlikely, if you know that idiot agent of Lu Dao Xilu, he can't think of such a high-end judgment!"

"That's right, by the way, what about Wang Yiran?"

"Still at Caster."

"He's not going to fall in love with that witch, is he?"

"I hope not. Otherwise, he would have been the first idiot reincarnation ever to fall in love with a plot character. ”

After the two reincarnators finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled. After all, such a joke is really a great spice for them.

Wang Yiran in the mouths of these two reincarnators. At this moment, he sat in front of his servant, looking at the crystal ball in Caster's hand.

"Berserker's combat power is beyond imagination......" The man with scars on his face said slowly, different from his fat-filled name, although he was called Wang Yiran. But it makes people feel that he should be called Wang Dadao.

"Hmm."

However, Caster, who was a servant, buried his whole body in his hood and nodded quietly.

"Then caster......" Wang Yiran glanced at the witch in front of him. He said slowly, "Do your best to build the magical defense position of the Yanagidong Temple, I want the entire people of Fuyuki City to become the nourishment of the Holy Grail." ”

As soon as Wang Yiran finished speaking, the caster sitting in front of him miraculously sat up straight and replied in a deep voice.

“Yes，Your，Majesty”

Hearing the deep voice of the caster in front of him, Wang Yiran laughed disdainfully. No spell has its own enhancement effect, and he was born to be the master of the world.

Thinking of this, Wang Yiran stood up directly, frowned, and looked at the dark night outside the window.

Although Su Quan hasn't come back yet, this night should have passed, right? (To be continued......)

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