Comprehensive comics, started making fate delta, group friends played crazy long night sauce

　[Miken Hibiki: "Hiss, just what level of luck does Sato Kazuma have?"]

　Eris: "I don't know, don't ask me."

　Jason: "So...it's the same type of luck?"

　[Zouken Matou: "This... is too unfair! Such a being!"]

　[Ah Xu: "I was so busy watching the live stream that I forgot to curse you, you bastard!"]

　[Sandwich Sauce: "CS, I'll just kick you to death with a Little Evil God Flying Kick, you ugly piece of trash!"]

　[Ebiruai: "What disgusting bugs!"]

　[Zouken Matou: "It doesn't matter. I never intended to win this war anyway. So what if I lose? I'll have another chance."]

　[Emiya Kiritsugu: "You have no future."]

　[Zouken Matou: "A magician killer, huh? You can't kill me."]

　[Emiya Kiritsugu: "...(Too lazy to argue)"]

　[Irisviel: "Machiri, do you really think your insect magic is unbeatable?"]

　Zouken Matou: "A mere android dares to spout nonsense at me? I'd like to see what happens when an ordinary modern magician assassin becomes a Servant!"

　[Jason: "Disgusting thing, you can get lost, don't block your grandpa Jason's live stream."]

　[Cú Chulainn: "You worthless bastard, go sit at the same table as Kirei Kotomine. Just looking at you makes me feel unlucky."]

　[Ishtar: "Exactly! What kind of maggot is this? Get out of here! If you bother me again, I'll go find a cow to run you over!"]

　[Kouhei Imamura: "I can't take this anymore! They're bullying my favorite white-haired, red-eyed anime girl! Give me a beta test spot, I'll do nothing but kill these two idiots once I get into the game!"]

　[Kouhei Reimura: "I traded ten years of my brother's lifespan to be chosen."]

　Kitahara Iori: "Who is your brother?"

　[Imamura Kohei: "Not sure. (Whistle)"]

　Kitahara Iori: "Then I'll sacrifice twenty years of my brother's lifespan in exchange for being chosen!"

　Kohei Imamura: "Fuck your grandpa! I'll offer you thirty years' worth of sacrifices!"

　Kitahara Iori: "So, you really did sacrifice me."

　Kitahara Iori: "Hmph, but it doesn't matter. The chance of being chosen is practically nonexistent anyway. Whether it's 10 years or 30 years of lifespan, it doesn't really matter."

　[Kouhei Reimura: "Ah, indeed. (Pretending not to care, but actually genuinely feeling it's a pity)"]

Chapter 0055 Gift.

　In the storage room.

　[Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu] arrived behind the seemingly forbidden [Cursed Arm Hassan] at an extremely high speed.

　He raised his hand and summoned a small black knife.

　[Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu] immediately swung his sword backhand and plunged it into the neck of [Cursed Arm].

　The moment the opponent is attacked.

　Accelerate to a stop.

　[Cursed Wrist] The moment you feel the knife cutting through your skin, you immediately detach from your body.

　However, Kiritsugu did not intend to kill him with this one strike. As if it had been planned in advance, he changed his move again and directly slashed at the right arm of the opponent who was releasing his Noble Phantasm.

　This strike nearly severed the Cursed Wrist's right arm.

　“To cut off, to connect. — [Phantasm Punishment (Mysterious Crushing)]”

　The crimson hand that was heading towards [Ilya] was instantly shattered and crushed by an unknown force, turning into specks of bloody light that disappeared into the air.

　"……dad?"

　[Ilya] paused for a moment, then turned her head and tried her best to crawl towards Sato Kazuma, who was almost dead.

　"Ho ho..."

　[Cursed Arm] He was breathing heavily with his mouth open under the mask. His right arm had been almost severed at the root in that instant, and blood was flowing profusely from the horrific wound.

　But the most fatal thing is that his [Body Modification] and [Delusional Mental Sound] have all become ineffective because of that knife wound.

　He knew he couldn't defeat the unknown middle-aged man in front of him.

　The opponent must also be a top-notch assassin, and their close combat skills are far superior to his.

　Now... the only possibility is to kill the Master.

　[Cursed Wrist] Raises her only remaining right hand, with several black throwing knives between her fingertips.

　"boom--!"

　[Kiritsugu] punched him in the side of the face.

　"Ugh!"

　[Cursed Wrist] was struck so hard that it almost instantly rotated sixty degrees in mid-air.

　[Kiritsugu] swung his elbow down in a backhand motion, striking the man's shoulder, then raised his knee and slammed it into the man's face.

　"Crack!"

　The nose bone of the [Cursed Wrist] was instantly pushed into the face.

　[Kiritsugu] grabbed his shoulder and pressed down.

　"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

　Once, twice, three times.

　"Uh ah ah!"

　Blood splattered, and the sound of bones cracking echoed.

　[Cursed Arm] did not give up; there was still a chance. As long as that girl was killed, even if she was killed by this middle-aged man, her Master could win.

　"Humph."

　Kiritsugu the Heroic Spirit exhaled disdainfully from his nose, mocking his blind loyalty.

　If I were going to kill someone, I would have done it from the very beginning.

　This was purely a time for venting anger.

　He took out a modified M950 with a large drum magazine from his pocket and emptied the magazine at Hassan's body under his cloak.

　"Bang bang bang bang!"

　[Cursed Wrist]'s body twitched incessantly.

　[Kiritsugu] felt it wasn't enough, so he raised his left leg to assist his left hand and reloaded with one hand.

　[Cursed Wrist] tried to raise his head, but his mask was completely shattered, and his nose, teeth, and even chin had been kicked away, yet he still did not give up struggling.

　He tried to control his almost severed red right arm and reached for Kiritsugu.

　In that case, let's take this guy with us for the Master's sake...

　It has nothing to do with justice; it's just an attempt to fulfill one's duty as a "follower."

　"Never mind, the grievances have their source, and the debts have their debtors."

　Seeing this, Kiritsugu, the Heroic Spirit, saw his M950 disappear as spirit particles.

　He took out a modified gun from his pocket, which contained only a single special bullet, and slowly raised it.

　Goodbye, Assassin.

　"Quick...run..."

　【Cursed Wrist】Squeezes out the last breath from hoarse vocal cords and lungs.

　The next moment, his forehead was blown off by a gunshot.

　"?!"

　At the entrance, a Marked Insect was watching this side.

　In the distance, [Zouken Matou] instantly began to disintegrate his physical body, transforming into a swarm of insects.

　run?

　Can you speed up time?

　[Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu] takes out a Welt WA2000 sniper rifle and activates his Noble Phantasm.

　"—【Khronos Rose (Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)】"

　This is a Noble Phantasm that is an enhancement of the [Inherent Time Control] magic he possessed during his lifetime.

　"Filling, origin."

　Right there at the doorway, the man, gun in hand, watched as the gradually crumbling [Zouken Matou] fell apart, and pulled the trigger.

　The bullet was not affected by the flow of time.

　But within the normal flow rate of time.

　[Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu] completed setting up, loading, aiming and firing his gun at a speed that surpassed that of humans and even most humanoid Servants.

　The high-speed red sniper bullet shot out and pierced through the opponent's body in an instant.

　"Humph!"

　[Zoken Matou] looked at the bullet that had pierced his body, but had only killed seven or eight Crest Worms with mimicry circuits.

　He gave a cold snort and vanished instantly.

　[Kiritsugu] slowly sheathed his spear and stood up.

　If it were before death, using the initial [Origin Bullet] would indeed only sever the mimicry circuits that were directly hit.

　However, the current [Heroic Spirit Origin Bullet] can kill both the magical characteristics and magical attributes of those with the same Origin Circuit.

　A wail suddenly rang out.

　“Each of my mimicry circuits carries a different memory and has a different form. How could you do something like that?!”

　[Kiritsugu] didn't care about the insect's sound at all, and was too lazy to explain.

　However, when he turned around...

　【Ilya】, however, lay on the chest of the boy in green and "cried bitterly".

　"Feel sorry."

　[Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu] stepped forward, knelt down, looked at the boy who was trying his best to protect his daughter, and spoke heavily.

　"Hey!"

　Kazuma Sato suddenly opened his eyes, let out a strange cry, and then gave an awkward smile to the [Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu], who wasn't scared at all.

　"I was going to scare you a little by helping [Ilya], but... sorry."

　Ilya also secretly looked over.

　The middle-aged man was initially taken aback, but then suppressed a sullen laugh.

　So, she's trying to get justice for herself on behalf of Ilya?

　This brat.

　Kazuma Sato slowly stood up. Thanks to Ilya's continued treatment, he was now able to walk with difficulty.

　What he found strange was...

　The "cursed wrist" never actually tried to kill him.

　It didn't seem like an illusion; they were really sparing his life.

　All of them are deadly moves against [Ilya].

　Are all heroic spirits such strange people?

　Kazuma Sato stood at the doorway, exhaled, and looked up at the night sky.