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The large hand was already sliding down her smooth back.

"Eh?"

Rother pointed in surprise at the cars passing by below, which looked like ants: "Rider, I'm not a Servant like you. If I fall down, I'll really die."

"Liar..."

Medusa muttered to herself.

As a Master, he was so strong that he was like a monster. His physical strength was among the top level of Servants. How could he possibly die from a fall?

However, she was somewhat insecure, after all, being so tall, with a slender waist and full hips, she would be considered ugly in Greek culture, and she only thought that her Master was teasing her with a perverse sense of humor.

Ok.

She's quite easy to bully; no wonder her two older, loli-like sisters always bully her.

Rother suddenly stroked his chin and said, "Rider, can you take off your blindfold? Wearing the blindfold is really too pungent, and the other Masters will doubt my honesty."

"No, my eyes are the Petrifying Mystic Eyes, even my Master..."

Halfway through her sentence, Medusa suddenly remembered that the other person's physique suggested a very high level of magical power, and that things might actually turn out alright.

He immediately turned his head away.

"In short, no."

"Huh, is Rider the type who gets shy when his eyes are seen?"

Rosser seemed to be deep in thought.

"No...no, I didn't."

Medusa tensed up, and the outcome was obvious.

...

"That must be the current head of the Matou family, the legendary stock market prodigy mentioned in the news, right?"

A residential building rooftop.

Kiritsugu Emiya rubbed his eyes again, somewhat disbelieving, and then fell into deep thought.

Was it really just flirting?

Based on his experience, he couldn't be wrong; that tall female servant was definitely flirting with that boy.

Even he said it was an eye-opener.

After all, Servants are essentially just familiars, or monsters, in essence.

To mess with this kind of monster, you'd probably have to sit at the same table as Xu Xian and Ning Caichen.

Especially Ning Caichen, after all, in a sense, a follower is also a powerful ghost.

but......

He carried his sniper rifle and aimed for a long time, but the main and subordinate groups were too close together, and he just couldn't find an opportunity.

Moreover, while heavy sniper rifles pose a significant threat to mages, they may not be able to capture them beyond the Servant's field of vision.

Could this also be part of Matou Hakurei's plan?

What appears to be flirting is actually a precaution against potential assassination?

No wonder he's a child prodigy; it's not that easy after all.

Kiritsugu Emiya said coldly, "Archer, are you confident you can snipe a group of Rider Masters from this distance?"

A cluster of red fluorescence gathered, and a white-haired, red-clad Servant emerged, shaking his head and saying, "Master, this distance is of little significance to Servants; it's most likely just for killing."

"Is that so..."

Emiya Kiritsugu remained noncommittal.

However, he was quite satisfied that his servants did not oppose his plan to assassinate his Master.

Perhaps this Servant would be a good fit for me, but...

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Kiritsugu Emiya is still feeling a chill run down his spine from the shocking scene of his Servant calling out "Father."

After all, he had no son, only a daughter, and the other woman's silver-white hair...

Did Ilya later go to Thailand for gender reassignment surgery?

The thought startled him, giving him a suicidal urge.

This is even worse than the young man on the motorcycle calling him "Old Deng".

(Rother: You said it! Old Deng!)

wrong.

Ilya is so well-behaved... so... anyway, no.

"Fine, then..."

He looked away and connected to the magic communication: "Lancer's Master, can you see Fuyuki Ohashi? I've spotted a Rider group. You can try to snipe them."

“My Archer? I sent him out to monitor the assassins. For our Master, the assassins are the greatest threat.”

"Understood. We come from the same world, so we are naturally the best choice as allies."

Emiya Kiritsugu remained expressionless, treating his allies as cannon fodder without any psychological barrier.

They continued their search and soon found one.

Even more so, they were discovered one after another.

There were three carefree boys following behind a white-haired servant.

The distance was quite close, so he looked away, but then he noticed a woman on the opposite building.

A woman with a remarkably similar demeanor to him, as if seeing a kindred spirit, was also holding a heavy sniper rifle and staring directly at him.

moment.

A murderous glint appeared in their eyes, and they simultaneously pulled the triggers.

Such unscrupulous (and threatening) people must not be allowed to live!

Die twice!

.......

"boom!"

A muffled gunshot rang out.

The two followers who were exchanging pleasantries at the dock suddenly stopped.

"I'm sorry, Saber, it seems I have no choice but to take your life as soon as possible."

The blue spearman shouldered his crimson spear and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I can't reveal my name to an opponent worthy of a life-or-death duel. It's truly disappointing."

"Despite having such a despicable demonic mark, is he still a heroic spirit with a sense of honor?"

Saber chuckled, her azure eyes snapping open. Magical energy stirred the air, creating a blue overpressure vortex that rose around her. A flash of azure-silver light, and she was suddenly covered in a set of heavy armor made of pale silver.

She pointed an invisible sword at him: "...It's a great honor."

"I think I know who you are, hahaha, shouldn't I be the one who's honored?"

Laner looked at Saber's imposing heavy armor, her sun-like golden hair, her azure eyes, and the invisible sword in her hand. All the clues connected, and he laughed heartily: "To be able to kill a legend like you is truly exhilarating!"

"Oh, if you can do it, then give it a try, Chief Warrior of the Fiona Knights... the unparalleled Diarmuid."

Saber was blunt: "The mark of love, the red and yellow dual pistols, your identity is far too conspicuous, Diarmuid."

"Then there's nothing I can do, my lord. It wasn't me who leaked the information."

The spearman shook his head helplessly, but was smiling.

Yukinoshita Dokuya also noticed that Saber was smiling.

The two unleashed their terrifying killing intent, their eyes sparking like blades scraping against each other's bodies.

In terms of fighting spirit and willpower, the two are almost evenly matched.

Suddenly, Saber's solemn words echoed in Yukinoshita's mind: "Doku, the opponent is an unprecedentedly powerful foe. I'm afraid it's hard for me to predict how you will survive. The opponent's master has not yet appeared. Be careful."

"I understand, Saber."

Yukinoshita Tomoya is not one to drag things out; she directly uses the angle of possible ambush, constantly retreating until she reaches the end of the road.

Lancer shook his head in confusion: "What a cowardly Master."

"Lancer, is this your code of chivalry?"

Saber said sternly, "Discriminating against the weak is not a virtue of us knights."

How did I discriminate against the weak?

Surely you, Master, didn't run so far away to avoid the aftermath of our battle?

Lancer was puzzled, but he didn't have time to reflect on it the next moment.

Saber raised her invisible greatsword, unleashing a wild, unrestrained blue light that instantly pushed aside the air within hundreds of meters, creating a rolling wave that soared into the sky and pierced through the air for over a hundred meters.

On both sides of the road, containers loaded with tens of tons of cargo were overturned, shaking and scattering in all directions.

The booming sound had just begun.

suddenly.

The golden-haired, silver-armored figure seemed to flash, appearing above Lancer hundreds of meters away, surrounded by a hundred-meter-long storm sword, which slashed down fiercely at him.

Unleashing their Noble Phantasm right at the start?

Lancer's eyelids twitched, and he immediately brandished his twin pistols, which were wreathed in dazzling red and yellow lightning, to meet the attack head-on.

Although it's unclear why this King Arthur's stats are so low.

But in terms of pure skill, I am stronger...

Lancer unleashed his full power, his twin pistols transforming into a spiraling dragon of lightning to meet the attack.

"Let's settle this with one strike, Saber!"

"as you wish!"

Saber swung her sword without mercy, and the moment it collided with the red and yellow twin pistols...

The world lost its voice.

An incandescent aurora radiated from the point of contact, followed by the distortion of the air and a sudden downward pressure on the ground within a hundred meters, causing it to explode layer by layer.

"Wait, how is this possible!"

Dirumdo's golden pupils, visible in the center, were filled with disbelief and horror.

The air within a hundred meters suddenly dissipated, and the ground more than ten meters above was completely evaporated by the destructive force, turning into incandescent plasma that radiated outwards.

"stop!"

Suddenly a shout rang out, and a crimson glow appeared on the top of a distant building.

Arrows swirling in the storm suddenly shot out, instantly slicing through the city.

Crossing the clouds and piercing the sky, it streaked across the city night sky like a meteor, easily cutting the more than ten kilometers of dawn sky in two like a canvas, and came across it.

But it was too late...

"Click."

Amidst the stunned gazes of everyone else, Diarmuid stared blankly, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and confusion.

That represents the pride and legend of a heroic spirit, a Noble Phantasm that can never be destroyed...

Broken.

It wasn't severed, but rather shattered, exploded, and completely evaporated, just like ordinary rocks.

It was as if it were just a thin sliver of resistance, preventing the invisible sword from exploding completely in a mere 0.01 seconds, scattering stardust everywhere.

The invisible sword, as if slicing vegetables and cutting melons, destroyed two Noble Phantasms in quick succession, smoothly slicing Diarmuid in from the shoulder and exiting from his right waist without any resistance. As the Servant's blood splattered and evaporated, the sword cleaved into the earth.