The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

"Black's caster, your strength is indeed strong, not weaker than Lancer and Rider at all!"

"Really? Then I would like to thank you for your praise, but you made a mistake and it's not over yet!"

After the smoke, came an unexpected sound.

It seems to confirm the saying that there is no harm in smoke.

Under Atalanta's surprised eyes, the heroic spirit in red appeared in the other's eyes.

The ritual attire made of the red holy relic cloth was slightly damaged, showing the embarrassment of the master.

Especially the clothes on the right arm have all disappeared.

Blood is oozing.

Obviously, Wei Gong suffered a small loss in the previous battle.

The power of Atalanta's Noble Phantasm exceeded his expectations. Of course, it was limited to this. Under the blessing of the twelve trials, his arm was injured.

But this was not a problem for Emiya at all. With the support of a lot of magic power, the injury recovered quickly.

"You are still alive, you are really a tenacious guy, but what are your chances of winning against me now?"

"I can't say for sure... probably [-]-[-]."

During the brief conversation, Emiya's right hand was already able to move.

Although it will take some time to fully recover, it will not delay the battle.

Atalanta's eyes were full of fear, and the servant in front of him was simply a mysterious figure.

Although he is a caster, he can fight Achilles head-on in melee combat, and his archery skills are not too far behind.

As a caster, if you don't know magic tricks, everything else seems to be a plenum.

This made her feel a little tricky.

Although Wei Gong's situation is not very good, her current situation is also very difficult.

The reason is simple, her magic power is not enough.

In addition to the Noble Phantasm launched at the start of the battle, she has used it three times in a short period of time. Even if her master is very good, such consumption is somewhat unsustainable.

She can already clearly feel that the supply of magic power has begun to decrease.

But simple archery will only put him and the caster in front of him into a stalemate.

Just like that, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, a voice rang in her ears.

"Archer, you go to deal with Black's berserker, and I will deal with Black's caster."

"Father Shiro? But..."

"Don't worry, leave everything to me."

"Is that so? Then I will obey the order."

With that said, Atalanta turned and retreated towards the other side of the battlefield.

【Want to escape? 】

Emiya immediately wanted to catch up, but then, three shining sharp blades attacked from around him.

Bang-bang-bang-!

There were three crisp beeps in succession, and the sharp blade fell to the ground without breaking through Wei Gong's defense.

Then, a figure came in front of Wei Gong.

"Meet you for the first time, Black Fang's caster!"

The gentle voice would make a very good first impression, if not on this battlefield.

Dressed in a black uniform, Amakusa with white hair came to Emiya.

"My name is Amakusa Shiro (kotomineshirou), please give me your advice."

Emiya looked at the guy in front of him who made him feel strange and familiar.

I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

And after seeing the sharp blade on the ground, adding the other party's self-reported name, this sense of weirdness became stronger.

"Kotomine Shirou (kotomineshirou)?!"

It was like a combination of the present self, the past self, and that fake priest.

Could this be me in parallel time and space? !

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"Ah."

Amakusa Shiro nodded, the names with the same pronunciation caused a slight misunderstanding between the two.

But still acceptable.