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This is a perfect opportunity!

As a Knight King who had experienced hundreds of battles, she naturally caught the opportunity, but she just moved her hands and turned her head away with a calm expression, as if she had not noticed anything.

However, a servant's noble character does not mean that her master will also give up the opportunity to take advantage of her misfortune.

"The crosswind is very strong. Correct the crosshair three squares to the left. Building wind. Tornadoes coming from three directions... Correct the crosshair one square to the right. The target is locked."

Hiding in the dark, with three Command Seals branded on his right hand, the true Master, Emiya Kiritsugu, aimed at Waver's head and pulled the trigger.

Sparks flew from the muzzle of Walter's gun.

I won’t tell you which show this is (hey)

Chapter 45: Emiya Kiritsugu Lost Contact

Ward sniper rifle.

It was originally designed for the Olympic shooting competition, and its accuracy reached the level of a semi-automatic sniper rifle. Since it has been discontinued and only 176 units were produced, each one is worth about US$.

For the magician killer who is already a freak, this weapon that can be called an alien is really a perfect match for him.

The millimeter bullet was shot towards Weber's forehead. If nothing unexpected happened, the young magus's head would be easily pierced through.

Even Waver himself realized his own death at that moment.

finished?

The past scenes flashed by like a kaleidoscope, and in the end, Weber had the urge to smile bitterly.

My past was so dull, boring, and childish that it was laughable.

To join the Holy Grail War simply out of spite is like a runaway entering the war-torn Middle East - it is undoubtedly an act of seeking death.

Perhaps people can only realize something before they die, but it's all too late.

The bullet broke through the air, and the kiss of death was only one step away from him.

The silver light broke through the air and blocked Weber's way first.

"boom!"

Amidst flying sparks, the hard sword of Cyprus knocked the bullet away, and the recoil force hit Weber on the head, like a "gentle" snap of the fingers of a king, waking Weber from the illusion of death.

"What are you standing there for, kid? Defend yourself!" Iskandar shouted loudly while maintaining the action of throwing the dagger.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Weber covered the red mark on his forehead and had just performed defensive magic when the sound of a submachine gun with a silencer firing came from another direction.

There is more than one assassin!

Although his bullets were not as penetrating as Ward's, the overwhelming barrage of bullets was enough to completely tear a person's flesh and blood apart.

"Why are you coming after me alone?" Weber looked devastated, but he did not give up easily. Instead, he gritted his teeth and set up a new defensive magic.

Although the magic partition was easily torn apart by bullets from modern thermal weapons, it also bought Weber enough time.

"Bang." There was a loud noise like a weight falling to the ground. Obviously, this sound was not something that a small person like Weber could produce. The next moment, Weber only felt the whistling of the wind. The one who landed before him grabbed his waist and protected him in his broad chest. He drew out his dagger and swept towards the bullets with a stern face.

The moment he was protected by Iskandar, Waver felt an unprecedented sense of security, but he soon came to his senses and realized the problem - without the use of the treasure, Iskandar was nothing more than a more robust ancient soldier. How could he escape unscathed from the muzzle of a modern gun!

When the words came to his lips, Waver's pupils contracted and his mind was taken away by the splattering blood.

It is true that the sword of Cyprus cut off many bullets, but Iskandar was, after all, a king who led his army to conquer, not a warrior with superb martial arts skills, and he could not block a full thirty bullets.

As for the remaining crisis, the red-haired sturdy man chose to block it in a simple way.

The muscular arm was strong enough, like a small shield, enough to block the rain of bullets with weak power.

As a result, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and dozens of horrifying holes were left on the arm of the Conqueror King, and even smoke was coming out of it.

This is definitely not an effect that ordinary bullets can produce.

After a moment of daze, Weber quickly performed healing magic to heal his injuries.

How are you?" At the end, Weber, who was still a student, started crying, "Idiot! You big idiot!"

"Why are you panicking? I'm just a servant, and this injury is not as serious as the plague I got when I was marching and fighting!" Iskandar waved his hand, and the injury on his right arm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. One could even see wisps of black gas oozing out, disappearing with the remaining resentment.

"It's a bullet with necromancy." Even though he was panicked for a moment, Waver was after all a top student in the Clock Tower, and he immediately recognized the source of the damage. "It can break your magic resistance, it seems that at least two sections of spells have been added... Can you find the killer?"

"No, I am not good at finding the enemy." Iskandar lowered his head and looked at Waver, who seemed to have matured in an instant, although there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. He smiled and asked in a thoughtful tone, "So, what should we do next, Master?"

Weber, who was thinking, was not aware of the name. After pondering for a moment, he sighed helplessly: "Although I am very unwilling, I still have to retreat."

Perhaps it was because he was sharpened by death that Weber said frankly: "My existence will tie your hands and feet, and cavalrymen who are cautious cannot gallop on the battlefield at all."

At the end, the thin Master was still a little dejected: "I'm sorry, it must be disappointing for you to meet a Master like me."

A hearty laugh interrupted his self-pity. Weber felt his body lighten and he was lifted up by Iskandar. With the rumbling thunder in the sky, the Wheel of Divine Might broke through the air and carried them away into the distance.

"The King of Conquerors will leave for now. Fellow Heroic Spirits, please continue to enjoy this wonderful night!"

Even though he left early, the King of Conquerors remained heroic, and the flashes of swords and sabers in the warehouse street paused for a moment, as if saying goodbye.

Then the fight resumed.

"Failed to clear the target. According to the original plan, we will move to target point two."

Reporting in a low voice through the Bluetooth headset, the woman named "Husu Maiya", the half of the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu, quickly dismantled the AUG with an expressionless face, and then walked away in small steps.

But I can't help but recall the figure of that red-haired burly man and his lion-like eyes filled with anger at that moment.

Heroic spirits... I'm afraid humans can't defeat them.

Hisau Maiya came to a conclusion calmly in her heart.

Only she and Kiritsugu knew what the magazine of bullets that had been fired earlier was proving.

The cause of the incident can be traced back to the Winter City a year ago. During those days, Hisahi Maiya was out collecting information. When she came back, the young man named "Sakutsuki" who defeated the Einzbern family single-handedly had disappeared.

But the influence he caused still remained - in his communication with the young man, Emiya Kiritsugu understood how powerless ordinary bullets, the weapon that made him famous, were in front of truly strong people.

So, without Irisviel's knowledge, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya went out several times, and finally, with the help of a middleman, they found a freak who was both a mercenary and a necromancer - Shishi Jiejie.

After paying nearly half of his property, Kiritsugu Emiya obtained a new magic gift in addition to the "Origin Bullet" - a magic bullet blessed with the grudge of the undead.

Judging from the injuries of the red burly man, these bullets can indeed cause some trouble to the servants.

This is enough - after all, the task of defeating the Servant does not belong to the Master.

At this moment, Hisau Maiya suddenly realized something and her body suddenly stiffened.

Kiritsugu?"

Until now, the normally functioning Bluetooth headsets have remained silent.

Emiya Kiritsugu.

no respond!

Chapter 46 Assassin died again!

On top of the building

"The sniper attack failed.

After the gunshot was blocked by the sword, Kiritsugu Emiya knew that the plan to assassinate the Master had failed.

After all, the essence of assassination is to take the enemy by surprise. Once discovered, it can no longer be called an assassination.

Humph, no one would think that carrying a big sword and chopping down everyone they see is also considered assassination, right? That's really laughable.

As for Maiya's attack after that, it was nothing more than an experiment to confirm the effectiveness of the magic bullet. It would be a pleasant surprise if it could really kill the Master.

Emiya Kiritsugu dismantled the gun at an extremely fast speed with a cold expression, intending to evacuate the place before anyone could react.

Warning signs honed through life and death arose.

Without caring about the expensive parts, Emiya Kiritsugu threw the thing in his hand, opened the magic circuit, and performed the only specialized magic he knew at the fastest speed.

,!" (Inherent time control, double speed)

While ensuring that he could maintain his combat power, he activated the magic that squeezed his body, and the inherent barrier in his body opened, allowing Kiritsugu Emiya to turn around and leap backwards at a speed almost like a Servant, avoiding the cold light that was as fast as flowing water.

The black windbreaker was like a big bird spreading its wings, but then its wings were cut off and it flew away in the wind.

"Hoo...Hoo..." The ruptured blood vessels caused by the magic made Kiritsugu Emiya smell blood with every breath. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Shadow Heroic Spirit standing in front of him, who was slowly retracting the dagger.

. "

The person in front of me was wearing a skull mask and a coarse black robe. Who else could he be but the one who was killed in public?

And now, the Servant who had been resurrected from death once again raised his killing weapon towards him.

The murderous intent from the heroic spirits, the resistance to one's own death, the fear of the assassin who had died and resurrected multiple times... If it were someone else, they would surely collapse under this unbearable pressure, right?

However, Emiya Kiritsugu is not such a person. In battle, he will only analyze and process information calmly like a machine to find ways to defeat or kill the enemy.

It was for this reason that he immediately overturned his original judgment when it appeared for the third time and came to the conclusion:

So that's how it is, he didn't just escape in front of Tōsaka Tokiomi's residence, but he definitely died twice, but he's a Servant that exists in multiple forms?"

If Sakutsuki was present, he would definitely tell Kiritsugu with a smile

Congratulations, you got it right.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the one summoned by Father Kotomine Kirei was named "Hassan of a Hundred Faces", and her (his?) only Noble Phantasm, the illusion of delusion, was the reason why she appeared and disappeared mysteriously.

Delusion

Grade: B+

Multiple souls exist in a single entity. After dispersing its own soul, it can exist in the real world as multiple heroic spirits, splitting into up to 80 people, with the possibility of unconsciously expressing itself.

To put it simply, this is a schizophrenic skill that allows Hassan the Hundred Faces to split into eighty individuals, which are then scattered throughout Fuyuki City, monitoring the actions of other combatants like human cameras. Because of the inherent skill of the job, "Breath Blocking", the surveillance of Hassan the Hundred Faces is almost undetectable (Zhuge Kongming:?).

Putting aside the combat power, the functionality of Hassan the Hundred Faces is extremely important in the Holy Grail War, which is an intelligence war. In the original work, the blackened Kotomine Kirei used the intelligence he brought to take away the Lesser Holy Grail Irisviel, alienate the people, drive Matou Kariya crazy, and almost win the Holy Grail War in just a few days.

Moreover, the so-called low combat power is only the result of horizontal comparison with servants of other professions.

When facing ordinary magicians, even the weakest servants can be torn to pieces easily.

For example, now.

"Swish." A slight sound of breaking wind was heard, and a stone that was everywhere on the ground flew out and smashed the pistol that Kiritsugu Emiya had just taken out of his pocket.

The recoil of the gun caused Kiritsugu's palm to crack, but the man's expression did not change at all. Instead, he distanced himself with the help of his inherent time control and threw a grenade at him.

"Nothing can hurt me." Hassan the Hundred Faces said nonchalantly, and he pulled out a stone to blow up the flying grenade in advance.

However, Kiritsugu already knew that ordinary weapons could not hurt Servants, so how could he be careless because of such a thing?

Is the purpose of projectiles just to cause casualties?

The smoke from the explosion rose up, briefly covering all vision on the rooftop. Before the smoke was blown away by the wind, Kiritsugu Emiya shook his tattered windbreaker, throwing all the projectiles he had brought into the confused vision nearby, then leaped and fell straight down the building.

The wind was howling. When they were only a dozen meters above the ground, Emiya Kiritsugu gritted his teeth and silently said in his heart:

,!" (Inherent time control, triple speed!)

The barrier in his body opened again, as if on the timeline only the movements of the man named "Emiya Kiritsugu" were accelerated at three times the speed. In the eyes of others, a figure fell from the sky and then disappeared in a flash.

Even though Heroic Spirits are also human, they would instinctively think that Emiya Kiritsugu used magic and jumped off the building to escape.

Who could have known that the window on the third floor had been briefly opened and then closed, and that this famous magician killer was already lying in a secret room covered with soundproof layers?

"Cough, cough, cough..." With a barely audible cough, Kiritsugu Emiya swallowed the blood that was rising to his mouth, endured the severe pain in his limbs, took out the first aid kit, and began to give himself emergency treatment.

Of course, the backup plan he had arranged was not limited to this. He had also left traces near the building early on. If one followed these traces, one would end up with nothing.

The so-called most dangerous place is the safest place. This safe house was built by the underworld Fujimura Group of Fuyuki City at the request of Emiya Kiritsugu. It has almost nothing to do with him. It is precisely because of this that it can deceive the guardians of Fuyuki City, the eyes and ears of the Matou family and the Tosaka family.

After sending a signal to Maiya and briefly treating himself, Emiya Kiritsugu closed his eyes, intending to make plans after regaining some strength.

Can……

"Tear."

The partition made of soundproof cotton was torn open by a sharp blade. He walked into the safe house with the blade in hand, looking down at the man who almost deceived him.

"If the Master hadn't reminded me, I would have really been deceived by you, the modern assassin, Emiya Kiritsugu."

Have they been discovered again... Kiritsugu Emiya's mouth was bitter, with some reluctance in his heart, but more of confusion.

Who saw through his disguise?