I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

No, it was the handsome man with two gun-like weapons who was wantonly releasing the huge fluctuations of his magic power as a servant, looking forward to a qualified opponent to come to fight.

Diarmuid Odina is undoubtedly in high spirits now.

Not only because he was able to be active again on the battlefield as an outstanding fighter, but also because he had the opportunity to make up for his regrets and realize his wishes.

Dedicate your loyalty to the new lord, win the victory and take back the Holy Grail for the lord!

Although Diarmuid regretted that he did not come as the strongest 'Saber' job, but he was confident that with his unparalleled martial arts control of two guns, he could not lose to the heroes of other jobs.

"Who will be the first to come? Is it Saber or Archer, who are also the three major knights? Or will it be Rider?"

"Assassin is dead, someone like Caster who is weaker in frontal combat will definitely not show up rashly, and Berserker who has lost his mind is more likely to not understand the meaning of the challenge."

"Thinking about it this way, it's really an honor to be able to fight against one of the strongest people in this Holy Grail War at the very beginning!"

Then, Diarmuid saw the first opponent who came after he handed out the challenge letter.

From the dark shadow ahead, accompanied by the shaking sound of 'Kaka' armor, a master-slave combination that looked a bit weird walked out slowly.

A burly warrior with a jet-black sword and a barbed giant shield, and a purple-haired little girl whose height just reached the warrior's knees.

It was the Berserker Mountain Man and his master Matou Sakura in this Holy Grail War, who directly used the transfer magic to rush on the road, and they arrived earlier than the Saber team who were closer to the pier.

Diarmuid showed hesitation, and carefully observed the two figures with great differences, one tall and one short, with eagle-like sharp eyes.

When he saw the Command Seal on the back of the little girl's right hand, he was convinced that she was indeed one of the participants in the Holy Grail War and his enemy.

"Looking at this blood-stained sword, it seems that it might be Saber."

While Diarmuid was observing the other party, Yamanoo and Matou Sakura were also observing this guy who could tell at a glance that the job agent was a spearman.

"Huh? Charming magic?"

The old man of the mountain frowned slightly, but he was relieved when he found out that the opponent did not release this kind of magic intentionally, but his natural ability.

charm?

That kind of low-level stuff is a joke to him who stands above the realm.

Just when the old man of the mountain chose to forgive Diarmuid's rudeness in his heart, Matou Sakura who was standing beside him blinked and looked at the tall and straight Diarmuid, and could not help sighing subconsciously:

"Wow, what a handsome and handsome uncle, just like a star on TV."

Hearing that there was a crossroads on his forehead, the old man of the mountain looked at Diarmuid with unkind eyes, and there was already a faint red light in his blue eyes.

Diarmuid, who was originally carrying a long gun in a carefree posture, trembled for a moment, as if he had fallen into a cold ice cellar, and the fighting instinct that had been carved into his bone marrow commanded his body to move.

The short yellow spear was held firmly in his hand as he spun around, and the long red spear was placed horizontally in front of him, instinctively putting on his most defensive posture.

But even so, the alarm bell in Diarmuid's heart was still ringing crazily, and the chill that seemed to be stared at by the god of death told him——

The next moment is the time of his inescapable death.

"Hey—!"

The man on the mountain seemed to have heard the first sound of the evening bell echoing in his ears. It seemed that the man in front of him had his destiny.

In other words, it can be cut.

The dark blue fire began to spread from the foot of the mountain old man, and the gray breath of death permeated the air, and the angel of death was also held tightly in his palm.

Only when the second bell rings, the god of death will take his own steps to bring death.

"However, Sakura still thinks Grandpa's look is more domineering! I also like it more!"

Matou Sakura nodded her head, looking like a good granddaughter who is only a grandfather in this world, causing the reverberating evening bell to quietly dissipate.

"Ah."

The old man of the mountain nodded slightly calmly, as if he was very satisfied with Matou Sakura's words.

"Hu...hu...hu..."

Diarmuid panted heavily, and the sudden alarm in his heart was lifted without warning.

He quietly glanced at the surrounding containers with his eyes, focusing on the places where he could hide.

"Could it be that some servants were secretly preparing to launch a sneak attack on me just now? Is it Archer? Or Caster?"

After some vigilance to no avail, Diarmuid turned his attention back to the old man of the mountain. After all, this hideous-looking heavy armored swordsman does not look like a good opponent.

"I'm very sorry, because of the order of the lord, I can't name the opponent who is about to fight to the death. I hope you understand."

"It doesn't matter, this body is already a ghostly ghost, and the name is meaningless to me."

The old man of the mountain took two steps forward, and the dark fire in the eye sockets of the skull mask suddenly rose, and he inserted the giant shield heavily on the ground, making a loud bang.

"May I ask, are you a warrior who intends to challenge me?"

"Exactly!"

Diarmuid waved his two guns with both hands and changed his stance, from pure defense to aggressive attack, with one long and one short guns all pointing at the man of the mountain.

"I have been walking in this city for a day today, but no one dares to come out to fight. You are my first opponent this time."

"Then let's fight, this should also be your expectation."

The old man of the mountain didn't intend to continue talking nonsense, so he picked up his shield and walked towards Diarmuiduo step by step.

Facing the heavy oppression of the old man on the mountain, Diarmuid did not dare to be careless. He stood in place with a spear and did not take the initiative to attack first, trying to find the opponent's flaws.

As a warrior, Diarmuid can hold his breath steadily, but it doesn't mean that his Master Kenneth can wait patiently.

What's more, as the master, Kenneth still has the ability to see the numerical panels of other servants, which makes him even more intolerable for Diarmuid's behavior.

Just as Diarmuid settled down to prepare for the next fierce battle, Kenneth's voice rang in his mind.

"Lancer! What the hell are you doing? Are you afraid of war? Are all those loyal words before empty words?"

Facing the lord's question, Diarmuid responded calmly:

"Please believe me, my lord. Diarmuid Odina's loyalty is absolutely not mixed with any extra moisture. Although the opponent is difficult to deal with, please enjoy this unparalleled martial arts from now on!"

"Since that's the case, what are you hesitating about, Lancer? The servant standing opposite you has only D in all attributes except C in durability, and only E in magic power and luck!"

"A servant like this who is trash and not in the first place, why do you waste so much time? What is this if it's not cowardice?"

Hearing Kenneth's roar in his mind, Diarmuid was obviously stunned for a moment, and fixed his sharp eyes on the mountain old man who was walking towards him.

Just this burly body, ferocious battle armor, thick sword and giant shield, and that terrifying face with a skull mask.

Ren he never thought that the other party's strength would be only a little bit what the lord said. Could it be that this is really just a liar follower who looks very powerful but is actually a parallel importer?

Diarmuid didn't want to believe it, but the lord's words were unquestionable, and there was no possibility of deceiving him.

Then this most unlikely possibility was finally believed by Diarmuid. The guy who came to the door to challenge the first one in front of him was very weak!

He is so weak that Diarmuid may be able to deal with it within a few seconds, and he is so weak that he may be able to kill him with a spear without needing to liberate the Noble Phantasm.

Thinking of this, Diarmuid's complexion became more and more gloomy, and his fingers holding the two guns turned white.

As Diarmuid, who practiced chivalry to the core, the most unbearable thing is that the duel is tarnished, and the false and powerful deception of the person in front of him cannot be forgiven.

"Let me expose this clown's silly trick and take off the head of you who has polluted the holy duel!"

Diarmuid, who had been standing still all this time, attacked angrily with anger, crushed the ground with one foot, and slammed into the mountain man at a speed that broke through the sound barrier.

A stream of light flashed across the red spear wrapped in strips of rune cloth, and under Diarmuid's control, it aimed straight at the heart of the mountain old man.

As for the short yellow gun, he was holding it with his backhand, ready to pierce the opponent's head or neck directly after getting close.

The old man of the mountain obviously didn't know that the water release state he chose because he wanted to relax his muscles and bones on a whim was misunderstood by others.

But even if he knew, the old man of the mountain probably wouldn't care.

Facing Diarmuid who dared to take the initiative to attack, the old man of the mountain appreciated it very much.

Then the pitch-black sword drew a perfect trajectory in the air, the air was cut, and there was a mournful howl.

"Hand over the head!"

When Diarmuid almost didn't react, a big sword without fancy appeared in front of him, causing his pupils to constrict suddenly.

"what!?"

"Bam—!"

The blade of the sword collided with the long spear that had just been stabbed out, and there was a loud and crisp sound.

Then the aftermath of the magic power collision smashed the ground and overturned it, raising a large cloud of misty smoke and dust.

Diarmuid only felt that a force comparable to his own was coming, and he staggered his long spear at a very delicate angle, and then quickly slashed on the short spear he had just set up.

"Huh? Have you blocked it? It seems that you are indeed a good warrior."

Chapter 15 Seek the psychological shadow area of ​​Baimao

The meeting between the Old Man of the Mountain and Diarmuid naturally attracted the attention of many people. After all, this was the first battle since the start of the Holy Grail War.

Among them were Arturia and Irisviel who had just rushed to the scene, Webber and Iskandar who were standing on the Fuyuki Bridge looking out, and Emiya Kiritsugu and Kudon Maiya who had just sneaked into the vicinity.

Of course, the expressions on the faces of the above-mentioned spectators are mostly shocked or dignified at this time.

And what another audience member felt at the scene was——

An abyss of endless fear.

This person is, Hassan No. 2 in Baimao.

(There are so many avatars in Baimao that don’t have names yet, so I’ll just make a number, and number 1 is the one that’s already completely cold.)

Baimao Hassan 2 was ordered by Kotomine Kirei to observe and inquire about the enemy's situation. Because the servant is also a kind of familiar, the Master can also share the vision of the servant.

The enthusiastic Baimao Hassan No. 2 led out from the Fuyumu Church, and he felt that he was lucky at this time.

Because you don't have to do those boring jobs like other hard-working avatars.

It's so interesting to watch the battle. Not only is it not dangerous, but it's also exciting to watch.

It is simply a sign, the best task.

The cheering Baimao Hassan 2 ran and jumped towards the container group at Fuyuki Wharf, and landed on a place with a good view.

Although his body was still in mid-air, his eyes couldn't wait to scan the battlefield that hadn't officially started yet.

Then, all the souls of the dead will die.

"Damn it——!!!!"

Baimao Hassan 2 almost stepped on the air, becoming the first shameful Hassan in history who fell to his death due to a fall from a high altitude.

But Baimao Hassan 2 wished that he had fallen to his death just now, because this way he would not have to face the current powerlessness and fear.

"This, this is impossible! Impossible!! This is absolutely, impossible!!!"

He repeatedly wiped his eyes seven or eight times in disbelief, and flicked his mouth eight or nine times like masochistic, before finally accepting the reality that he didn't want to accept at all.

The first generation of Hassan, the old man of the mountain, has really come! ! !

The death memory of being beheaded by the great sword once again appeared in the mind of Baimao Hassan 2, which was the fate and shackles of Weng that they all could not escape.

The snow-white feathers scattered all over the sky and the melodious and melodious bells constitute a very beautiful picture, but it implies death towards the end.

At this time, Baimao Hassan No. 2, who was squatting on the railing, stood there like a sculpture, not daring to move, as if he had been immobilized.

Although the cheeks covered by the skull mask made it impossible to see anything, but in fact he was panicking inside.

Baimao Hassan No. 2 is considered a fighter who doesn't like to use his brain among the many personalities, but now his brain has set off a brainstorm.

"Well, is that the first generation of adults? Are you sure it's not someone pretending to be? Why is the first generation of adults here? Did you come to kill us?"

"Accordingly, it is impossible for the first-generation adults to be summoned!? The Holy Grail, the Holy Grail cannot connect the road to the valley!!"

"Also, even if something like a holy relic is found, the first generation of adults will never answer the call!!!"

Baimao Hassan No. 2 squatted on a high place tremblingly with his knees in his arms, and even wrapped his tattered black cloak tightly, as if this would make him feel a little precious warmth.

He moved cautiously into the shadows, hoping that he could completely blend into the darkness and not be found.

As for Baimao, whose memories are shared, the fear that Hassan 2 felt was transmitted to each of them exactly.

This caused the Baimao Hassan 3~ who were distributed throughout Fuyuki City to go on strike and froze in place, and even a few who were flying over the eaves and walls of the building slipped and fell to their deaths on the spot.

Hassan, a certain purple-haired woman who was sorting out information, silently put down the documents in her hand, spread out a piece of letter paper, picked up a pen with trembling hands and began to write a suicide note.

Kotomine Kirei, who had just established contact with Hasan, didn't notice anything unusual about the Hassans. Although they could share their vision, they couldn't pry into each other's hearts.