In the afternoon, the house of the house

"Whew!!" Exhausted, she collapsed on the couch, leaning her head on the back of the couch and covering her face with her right hand.

"What's wrong, Yanye?" Ashmida duly handed a cup of black tea to the coffee table in front of Yan Ye, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's just that the magic power consumes too much, and sure enough, I'm really not good at magic, just remotely controlling the magic, and synchronizing the sight and hearing with the magic makes me tired like a dead dog." After Yan Ye took a sip of black tea from the teacup, he felt the mellow black tea spread in his mouth, and his expression relaxed and his fatigue decreased slightly. REMEMBERING HER HARD WORK ON MAGIC, YAN YE PUT DOWN THE TEACUP WITH A WRY SMILE AND TURNED TO LOOK AT ASHMIDA: "THE THEME OF THIS MEETING IS THE CRUSADE AGAINST CASTER. ”

"Yes, that demon alien way, this time he must be annihilated." Ashmida's originally gentle face immediately turned cold, and he couldn't help but be angry when he remembered the crimes committed by the duo of Caster and his master, but Ashmida did not lose his composure, he turned this anger into motivation, and now stored it, and will release it all at once when he fights Caster.

"But the reward is also very rich, a spell." Yan Ye's face was full of excitement, and he paused: "That's right, it's a spell, it just so happens that we only have one spell left, and we have to get our hands on this." Yan Ye's face was full of firmness when he spoke, and he was determined to win.

"yes, then you can't let it go." Ashmida elegantly took a sip of the teacup, and at this moment, although there was a smile on his face, it made people feel cold: "I'll take care of the caster." ”

"By the way, Ashmida." Yan Ye suddenly thought of something, and a wicked smile appeared on his face

"What, what?!" Ashmida furrowed his delicate eyebrows, he felt that there was a thick malice shrouded in Yanye at this moment, which made him very uncomfortable.

"What do you think about Niang Sparkle?" Yan Ye looked at Ashmida with a wicked smile: "People have announced an exclusive declaration to you, Her Royal Highness the Princess, poofhahahaha!" As he spoke, Yan Ye couldn't help but laugh.

".................." Ashmida did not take the words of Yanye at this moment, but his face was entangled and unbearable.

"Ashmida, what's wrong?" When Yan Ye saw Ashmida's expression, she immediately stopped joking with him, and asked nervously.

"It's nothing, Goose Night, it's impossible for me and Gilgamesh to do it anyway, I need the Holy Grail, and she won't allow anyone else to fight for her treasure, we'll all have a fight eventually. So don't say that again. Ashmida shook his head gloomily, and then said with a stern expression. He remembered such a short period of time with Gilgamesh, although Gilgamesh was very arrogant and called others with insulting names, but Gilgamesh was actually a woman who was easy to be lonely, a little arrogant, a little domineering and willful, in fact, she also had a lot of advantages, and in the short time they got along, he still had a good impression of Niang Shanshan.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you are struggling with this matter." After hearing this, Yan Ye let out a burst of laughter, he smiled and patted Ashmida's shoulder, and said affirmatively: "Don't worry, with your mother's shining character, if you want the Holy Grail, you will definitely agree, you know, you are her "princess"! Hahaha!! After saying that, Yanye laughed again.

"I said you..............." Ashmida helplessly lifted his forehead, and at the same time threw distracting thoughts out of his mind, concentrating on his countermeasures about caster.

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At night, the end of Fuyuki City is the Engawa

An abnormal wave of magical power spread from the origin of the Sueyuan River to the surrounding areas. The fluctuation of the spell released near the Unanjiang River is equivalent to the multiple chanting of ceremonial spells, and it is the kind that can only be activated by using the magic power of dozens of people. And this magic is unabashedly spreading around, simply announcing "I'm right here, come on". So, all the magicians in Fuyuki City, in other words, all the masters who participated in the Holy Grail War, must have felt it too.

Saber drove the Mercedes and arrived at the source of the anomalous magic in just a few minutes from the stronghold prepared by Kiritsugu. The old streets of the small mountain village are narrow and complex, and it usually takes more than 30 minutes anyway, but the Servant's riding skills completely overturn common sense and accomplish this miracle. The silver-white hull sped through slender corners, and its speed had broken through the laws of physics. As he galloped onto the riverside boulevard, Saber made a spectacular left jerk and stopped the Mercedes, jumped out of the car before the gullwing doors were fully opened, and sped off towards the embankment. The fog, which was enough to cause ordinary people to lose their vision, had no effect on the Servant's vision at all.

Finally, her master, Kiritsugu Emiya, appeared right in front of his sight, standing leisurely in the center of the two-hundred-meter-wide river. Alice Phil, who got down from the co-pilot's seat and stood on the embankment, also stared at the figure in the fog with her magically enhanced strength, frowning anxiously.

"As expected, it's Caster." Emiya Kiritsugu looked solemnly at Suetogawa in the fog

Saber nodded, warily observing the hostile Servant's movements. Caster, who still has no master with him, stands in the middle of the river without an island as if he were standing on the water. If you look closely, you will find that the water under his feet has gathered a large number of terrifying alien shadows. Not long ago, the hordes of monsters that had fought in Senli had gathered at Caster's feet to form a shoal.

Judging by the extremely unusual release of mana, there is no doubt that Caster is performing some kind of large-scale magic trick. The dense fog formed by the river as its source is probably caused by the aftermath of this magical power. Caster, on the other hand, not only did not chant, nor did he even appear to be concentrating, but just stood there nonchalantly—from the magic book in his hand, a steady stream of frenzied magical vortexes poured out, and the space around him became distorted as a result. As an unconventional magic furnace, it is also a treasure that can unleash magic on its own...... If it falls into the hands of a madman, it becomes an extremely dangerous murder weapon.

"Welcome, Holy Maiden. It is a great honor for me to see you again. Caster bowed respectfully, anger burning in Saber's pupils.

"Unrepentant fellow...... You demon! What are you going to play tonight? Saber gritted his teeth and looked at Caster, his hands clenched, and his body bowed, as if he would rush over the next moment.

"I'm sorry, Joan of Arc. You are not the guest of honor at tonight's banquet. With a wicked smile on his face, Caster replied in a frenzied manner, "But I will be glad if you are willing to take the seat." Jill. Morality. Lei Bucai, a feast of death and depravity has been prepared, please enjoy it to the fullest! ”

Caster laughed. Beneath his feet, the dark waters began to stir. The countless monsters gathered at the summoner's feet shot out countless tentacles in unison, engulfing Caster who was standing on their heads in cloak. At first glance, it seems that this is a rebellious demon attacking Caster, but Caster, who is covered in tentacles, raises his voice and laughs wildly. The arrogant laughter bordered on a scream: "Now I will once again raise the banner of the Savior!" The outcasts gather around me! The despised gather around me! I will command you! Lead you! The resentment of our bullies is about to be conveyed to God! O Lord of Heaven! I will wash away my iniquity and praise you! ”

The foaming surface of the water swelled and pushed Caster up as it engulfed in tentacles. The number of monsters that used to be his foothold has increased dramatically. Estimated from the depth of the river bottom, the number is unimaginably terrifying. The pieces of meat are covered with disgusting slime and glow, and it is really a sticky beach island. Not only that, but the meat cuts still continue to swell.

"O arrogant 'God'! O cold 'God'! We will pull you down from the throne! God's beloved lambs! People who have bodies that resemble God! will be humiliated and torn apart by us to our heart's content! The ridicule of our rebels knocks at the gates of heaven with the sorrow of the Son of God! Caster's form was completely invisible, only his voice still echoing haughtily.