I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

It wasn't until he was struck with a sword on the head by the old man of the mountain that the arrogant demon star became domesticated, but the pride in his bones was not wiped out.

"I believe in Gunner." Matou Shirou's reason was different from the previous two, and he praised: "I have fought with him many times, and he is a follower who pays great attention to cooperation, whether it is cover, support, or output, so Everything is very good, so I believe in his performance."

Yinglingwei Palace was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then a troubled smile appeared on his face, completely unexpected that Matou Shirou would praise him in public.

When I thought about it again, the two of them were essentially the same person, and I suddenly felt like I was bragging, and felt a little ashamed for no reason.

"Master, your trust is really heavy... Don't worry, I will return a beautiful victory."

"Then let the followers discuss it themselves."

Suzuki Sakura greatly respects the autonomy of the Heroic Spirits, and she has never regarded the followers as tools.

"It's best to wipe out the opponent all at once. It's not a loss to take a step back and kill only one. The most important thing is to protect yourself. The Holy Grail War is just over half."

At present, their side has an absolute advantage. As long as they play steadily and steadily, they can definitely win the final victory, and they must not let themselves go blindly.

Just when everyone was discussing and preparing to leave, Lana suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Miss, Mr. Weber's disciple Flatt just sent news that they have successfully tracked Hatteres' whereabouts. We hope that we can send more support as soon as possible."

"Hatres? The third party who secretly caused trouble?"

Suzuki Sakura did not expect that El-Melloi II's action efficiency was so high, and it took less than two days to catch the mouse's tail.

"Hmm... Sister Chengzi, why don't I trouble you and Berserker to go?"

Aozaki Touko apparently didn't expect Suzuki Sakura to let herself appear, but she really didn't mind making an extra effort.

"Okay, this guy was also responsible for the last hijacking, right? Although it didn't cause me any trouble, you would really be sorry for my name if you don't find a solution."

"It's also just in case."

Suzuki Sakura didn't learn much from Ainz Urgon, but she learned a lot about being cautious.

"Grey is just a sub-servant, maybe he might not be Faker's opponent, and we still don't know what Hartress has planned."

Speaking of this, Suzuki Sakura suddenly remembered something, and turned to look to the other side.

"Luvia, you should go with Sister Chengzi too."

"No problem." Luvia Celenta answered with her head held high, and she was eager to try: "Even if you don't tell me, I will go, Gray and I are partners in this Holy Grail War, I can't make any compromises." She's risking something like this up front alone."

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Spiritual Tomb Albion, No.60 Floor of Vein Corridor.

With the help of Hephaistion, Hateres has broken through to the edge of the pioneering area, and the unexplored area is beyond.

However, because they did not walk on the road they had opened up, they wasted a lot of time, causing the pursuers from the rear to gradually catch up.

"Huh? Did you come after me so quickly? As expected of El-Melloi II, he saw through my plan so quickly."

Hateres noticed that the spell he had left was touched, and instead of speeding up the process, he chose to deal with the opponent first.

"Please, Faker."

"Well, it just so happens that you take a break too." Hephaistion turned and walked towards the way he came, and raised his hand to measure a number: "5 minutes."

Meanwhile, the ninth floor of the Venous Corridor.

Sifin stopped and reported to El-Melloi II: "Teacher, the other party is not far ahead."

"Okay, you go back first." El-Melloi II nodded quietly, the next battle is not suitable for involving the opponent.

Sifen also knew the severity. After saying a few words to the teacher and Grey to be careful, he simply returned the same way, running very fast.

Not long after Sven left, Hephaestion came to the door, leaving Gray and El-Melloi II no time to even repair themselves.

"Yo, we meet again."

Hephaestion slowly appeared in front of the two of them, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, as if examining the prey that was about to be slaughtered.

"Last time I let you escape on the train, but this time you will not be so lucky... It will be repulsed by your gloomy little boy who has no power to restrain his hands, and can only move his mouth but not his hands. My greatest shame."

El-Melloi II managed to catch his breath, and immediately responded, "Is that so? That's really my greatest honor."

"Master, you step back first, leave it to me to deal with it here."

Gray stood up to block El-Melloi II from behind, and Ad turned into a spear and was held in her hand.

"Miss Faker, your opponent is me, if you want to hurt Master, please defeat me first!"

"Huh?" Hephaistion felt Gray's difference at this moment, and asked in surprise, "How did you little girl become a follower?"

Even though she was just a girl with a special physique last time, she was promoted to a heroic spirit as soon as she met again. Hephaestion felt like he was dreaming.

"Well, there was an accident..."

Gray lost his temper all of a sudden, but he didn't retreat from the posture he put on.

"It's interesting, no! It's really interesting."

Hephaistion's fighting spirit instantly ignited, and the way he looked at Gray changed.

"I've always wanted to compete with the real servant, but it seems good to fight with you, who is also a counterfeit, first!"

Hephaistion knew Gray's specialness, and the other party was a container made to revive King Arthur, and it was also a fake.

The ritual of Hartley's chain summoning the King of Conquerors was also inspired by what happened in Gray's hometown.

Last time, Gray was not Hephaistion's opponent at all. I don't know how much improvement he will have after becoming a servant.

The next moment, the saber and spear collided in one place, and Gray, who was weaker in muscle strength, fell into a slight disadvantage in the duel.

"Little girl...whether you are a warrior or not is determined by your body, will and soul. You still lack a lot of training!"

Hephaestion noticed Gray's weakness and felt a little disappointed. He felt that even if she became a servant, she would still be a flower in the greenhouse.

However, the unique high agility of the Lancer class endowed Gray with excellent reflexes, taking advantage of the situation and retreating instantly to give full play to the advantages of weapons.

Just as Hephaestion was about to pursue him, he was forced back by the sweeping spear. Her agility was far inferior to Gray's and she was unable to forcefully break through the opponent's spear.

Seeing this, the magic power residing in Hephaistion's eyes exploded, and the strange-colored golden and silver demon pupils instantly locked on the target, exerting the effect of magic eyes.

This is the magic eye of coercion. Although it has not reached the level of gems or gold, it is enough to be called a great mysterious crystallization.

However, Gray's body was only imprisoned for less than a second, and Lancer's excellent anti-magic power counteracted the effect of the magic eye.

"Tsk, it's really a troublesome class, it's completely the nemesis of magicians."

Hephaestion felt a little upset, Gray's class restrained her everywhere, making it difficult for her to display her strengths.

As an excellent class second only to Saber, Lancer has quite few shortcomings, and even has an advantage when fighting against Caster.

This is also the reason why El-Melloi II is willing to let Gray fight. He is an experienced Master and knows the characteristics of the class well.

Gradually, Gray, who was familiar with the rhythm, regained the disadvantage, and began to communicate with Hephaistion, and even forced the other party back again and again.

Seeing that the battle could not be resolved quickly, Hephaistion couldn't help feeling a little anxious. She knew that the two in front of her were just part of the pursuers.

If too much time was delayed, she and Hartres might be surrounded by a steady stream of support from each other before they reached their destination.

"There is no other way, even if it is to use the treasure, it must be resolved quickly..."

With these thoughts in mind, a chariot appeared in the midair behind Hephaestion.

Gray noticed Hephaestion's movement, but it was too late to stop him from leaping onto his Noble Phantasm.

The skeletal dragons pull the mighty chariots, and every time they plow their hooves in the void, they will shoot out magical purple lightning that resounds throughout the sky.

"I am Hephaistion!"

A complete lie, a false prelude that was necessary for her to use this chariot.

As Faker, she couldn't even tell the truth when she released her Noble Phantasm's real name.

No matter what kind of heroic spirit they are, they should feel a little bit proud when they release the Noble Phantasm that is equivalent to their own essence.

But Hephaistion didn't feel this way at all, what she had was just a falsehood created to protect her master.

"He is the greatest conqueror in history, the number one confidant of Iskandar!"

This is also a lie, that is the honor of her brother, and there is no truth to her, because her figure has never participated in any expedition.

But only at this moment, the flames of a new battle are burning in her heart, and the magic power of the chariot under her feet is also multiplied, echoing her pride.

"Let's gallop to the distance, open up endless roads to show the king's domineering - Ferris wheel!!"

With the release of the Noble Phantasm, Hephaestion's poor agility was made up for, and he crushed Gray with lightning speed.

This is definitely not something that can be stopped by human power. It is a chariot forged in the age of the gods, and it was also the domineering vehicle of the conquering king Iskandar.

Gray wanted to chant a spell to unseal the Holy Lance, but time was running out, and Hephaestion's sudden change of mind disrupted the proper rhythm of the battle.

Seeing that the girl's petite body was about to be reduced to meat under the wheel, a powerful magical power appeared out of thin air and wrapped Gray up.

"By commanding the curse, Lancer will return to my side immediately..."

Gray only heard these words echoing in her ears, and then her body disappeared without warning.

In the next second, the chariot of the Age of Gods ran over where Gray was, and the thunder that exploded raged wildly, like Zeus' divine punishment.

Hephaistion grabbed the reins formed by the condensed magic power, stopped the chariot, turned around and looked at the position just now, frowning thoughtfully.

"Did he be summoned away by the Command Seal at the critical moment? Is it the little white-faced monarch? No, neither of his hands has a Command Seal..."

Hephaestion immediately realized that someone was chasing him again, and quickly turned around to find Hatteres, intending to set off immediately.

The destination of their trip is the 175th floor of the Vein Corridor, and the next step is to race to the death with the chasing soldiers.

On the edge of the ninth floor of the Vein Corridor, El-Melloi II and Luvia Serinta shrank and hid behind a huge rock.

In front of them was Gray, who had just been summoned by a command spell. The girl who had experienced space transfer for the first time was still feeling dizzy, a bit like motion sickness.

"Are you leaving?" El-Melloi II looked nervously at Luvia Celenta, who was peeping carefully at the situation with the gem as a mirror.

"Leaving, and in a hurry." Luvia Celenta breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest and said with emotion: "It was really too dangerous just now."

El-Melloi II was silent for a while, and pointed out: "Actually, you can use the command spell to order Gray to release the treasure immediately."

"Hey, I didn't think about it that much at the time." Luvia Celenta waved her hand and retorted, "The most important thing is that Grey is fine."

El-Melloi II nodded in agreement. His heart almost jumped out of shock just now. Fortunately, Luvia Serenta arrived in time.

"By the way, why are you the only one here? Ms. Suzuki probably didn't just send you to reinforce us, did she?"

"Miss Aozaki and Berserker are here too, but the three of us are moving separately."

When Luvia Celenta said this, she couldn't help complaining.

"Teacher, it's true that you didn't even leave a mark along the way. How can we follow you? Fortunately, we met Sfen..."

El-Melloi II slapped his forehead when he heard the words, as if wearing a mask of pain on his face... he just focused on tracking the road, and indeed forgot to leave a mark.

"Then what should we do now?" El-Melloi II wanted to continue chasing Hateres, but he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with him.

"It's okay. Miss Aosaki gave me a magic gift, which has the functions of concealment and tracking. I just released it. Even if she can't find us, she will definitely be able to follow the guidance of the gift and catch up with Hatteras. .”

Luvia Selinta said as she took out a light gadget from her pocket, which was an ephemera made of mechanical devices.

"Well, this is it."

Luvia Celenta held the organ mayfly in her palm, her eyes sparkling.

"How is it? Isn't it beautiful? This is the most exquisite magic dress I have ever seen. It seems that Ms. Aozaki made it herself. She really deserves to be named the crowned magician."

El-Melloi II looked at the thing in the girl's palm, and his face also showed a look of amazement, and he couldn't help but envy Aozaki Touko's talent.

The body of the little mayfly seems to be half crystal clear made of crystal, and the folded wings exude soft light, full of bewitching beauty.

Even though it is only the size of a child's palm, the wires, springs and gears are still perfectly balanced and combined inside it, with extraordinary precision.

And it's all just a combination of crystals, friction, and a tiny bit of magic. It's a work of art.

Even a high-ranking magician, after learning the principle of this dress, will be jealous and amazed by this extraordinary skill.

El-Melloi II immediately felt relieved. The abilities of the crowned puppet master and Berserker were still very trustworthy.

"Then let's repair it temporarily. After we meet up with the support from the Legal Affairs Department, we can continue to pursue Hartreth."

Chapter 764 Aozaki Orange: The Magic of the Age of Gods Is Too Bad 5K

Spirit Tomb Albion, 165th floor of Vein Corridor.

After nearly a day of endless trekking, Hateres and Hephaestion finally approached their destination.