Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

However, the person who was supposed to be covered by this airflow had already disappeared.

"How do you feel now?"

"Kotomine Kirei."

He used two Command Spells to strengthen his bodily functions in exchange for superhuman physical athleticism, just to be able to directly defeat the opponent without being able to react.

But now the opponent's ability to move in space is so fast.

This was something he didn't expect at all.

"Damn it!"

It seemed as if something was drilling into his body through the holes inside him.

It must be a curse after all.

These were all speculations, but now they were on the battlefield and Kotomine Kirei didn't have the extra time to think too much.

Turn around and lock the position instantly.

With a strong throw of his left hand, he threw the black key in his hand forward.

At the same time, his right foot slid forward like a horse stance, and at this moment, Kotomine Kirei seemed to have directly crossed the limit of the distance. In just a blink of an eye, he had directly crossed a distance of nearly ten meters.

He changed his fist into a palm and directly placed his palm towards Vitan's heart.

"I'll say it again, Kotomine Kirei, you're boring."

"Not only are the people boring, but the tactics are boring too."

He stretched out his hand and grasped the silver-white samurai sword in the air. Vitan held it directly in his hand.

Immediately, his wrist turned upward, and the three black keys that were originally attacking were directly cut off by Vitan like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind.

But because of this, the direction of the Vitan blade was already above the level of his shoulders, and naturally the hand holding the hilt of the samurai sword was also raised horizontally upwards.

At this moment, Kotomine Kirei was right under Vitan.

His palm was less than three centimeters away from Vitan's heart.

"This time, there is no way for you to escape."

There was no fluctuation in space, nor was there the strange black belt from before.

Kotomine Kirei had great confidence in such a blow.

"I've said it many times."

"Kotomine Kirei, how do you feel now?"

Familiar voice, familiar words.

It really was as if something was crawling all over his body, and heat was running through his body.

"I've had enough fun, Kotomine Kirei."

What was faster than Vitan's words was the samurai sword he was waving in his hand.

"Goodbye, Kotomine Kirei."

Chapter 4 k The sword in hand breaks his boundary

A game of cat and mouse?

Sorry, but Vitan really has no fun with this kind of stuff.

After continuous strengthening, he can now defeat Lancer in a direct fight. Why do you, Kotomine Kirei, dare to jump in front of him?

His style is to kill the enemy with thundering means without leaving any room for them.

Why would he waste extra time when he could kill Kotomine Kirei quickly and directly?

……

Right where Altria had just stood with the sword in hand.

On the trunk of a pine tree that looked at least fifty years old, a man dressed in golden armor looked disdainful.

Behind him, hundreds of golden halos were vibrating.

In front of him, everywhere he looked, there were craters left over from explosions, like those left by a falling meteorite.

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to wave his hand down again and perform the scene of launching several rounds of bombardment with his treasures again.

Gilgamesh frowned as he looked towards the old house of the Tousaka family.

"I am so disappointed in you for choosing you, Qi Li.

The contract had just been concluded and his source of magic power was destroyed.

The Hero King was about to explode with rage.

Altria gripped the sword tightly in her hand, looking at Jin Shanshan standing on the tree, with a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth.

"Archer, it seems that there is still a huge gap between the Masters of us."

"Have you not forgotten the unrealistic idea in your heart?"

The battle situation is already very clear.

There had been a fierce battle between the two of them just now, and when Gilgamesh was supplied with magic power, he could not do anything to her.

She could easily send all of Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms to the next one.

Now, ho!

"Huh? What on earth are you thinking about, Saber!"

Archer looked at Saber with contempt, and spoke slowly and majestically as if he was announcing some rules.

"I am the only king in heaven and on earth. Nothing can restrict my existence."

"Do you think such a thing as a Master is necessary?"

"Even if I am alone, I can still win. Nothing can make me feel comfortable."

But that's exactly what it is.

Even though Saber found it very difficult to use her magic power after losing her Master, and she couldn't even last a complete battle.

But Archer is completely different.

His own job meant that he was completely different from Saber.

An ordinary Archer can have A-level action capabilities, and he has A+ level action capabilities that exceed A in this regard.

Not to mention two days of normal fighting.

He could exist for seven or eight days and would have no problem fighting one or two all-out battles.

"Really? It seems like I'm just daydreaming about talking to a guy like you."

Altria's expression turned completely grim.

Lie obediently in his arms?

All you need to do is lie in his arms and let him love you as he pleases.

I want to see her cry.

What the crap?

What's that shitty accent?

"Archer, die with honor."

The Wind King's barrier dispersed directly, and the golden treasures were abundant with the roar. The shining sword body seemed to be promised victory and illuminated the surrounding darkness.

Altria poured all her magic power into her wrists that were tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and raised the Golden Sword high above her head.

The light continues to gather.

It was as if illuminating this holy sword was his mission. The surrounding light continued to gather and finally condensed into a holy sword that pierced through heaven and earth.

This dazzling holy sword is the dream pursued and longed for by brave warriors who have engraved their lives on the battlefield since ancient times.

——That is the shining crystal called "Glory".

"Saber, this is the last time. I ask you, are you willing to..."

"Just shut up, Archer."

Saber widened her glassy blue eyes, and her originally indifferent face became furious again at Archer's words. Like an angry lioness, she choked back all of Gilgamesh's words.

"Stop expressing your dirty desires, Gilgamesh!"

"How can I be on the same side as a dirty fellow like you? The only thing I can respond to you with is this sword in my hand."

Her holy sword was as clear as a stream in the forest, just like her unshakable belief.

She is the king who carries the people's hope and salvation.

Asking her to submit to a tyrant who only knows how to exploit and enslave the people, stop joking.

“These are one by one…”

New flesh and blood is rapidly growing from the broken part of his left hand.

Gilgamesh lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently, proving that his explosive anger had flared up again.

"How long will you continue to reject the king's will, bastard?"

Golden ripples spread out on the left side, and a strange treasure composed of three cylinders appeared in his hand.

Saber's expression was solemn. She shouted the true name of the Noble Phantasm and swung it down with all her might.

“——『Excaliber』!”

A torrent of light burst out at this moment.

Galloping, roaring, and rolling forward without stopping.

The darkness seemed to be cut directly by this ray of light, like a drop of water separating the sea, directly penetrating all obstacles and rushing straight towards the king on the branch.

It was at the moment when the light burst out.

Gilgamesh released his two most trusted treasures at the same time.

"——『Heaven's Chain』."

The conical chain head passed into the space and popped out from a place Saber had never expected, directly binding Saber's limbs tightly and depriving her of the ability to move.

Gilgamesh's expression twisted, and he pointed the Noble Phantasm in his hand directly at Saber.

"Howl, Heaven and Earth are separated, Enema Elish!"

The red airflow that surged up from the gaps between the three columnar blades of the "Guild Sword" turned into a red tornado in an instant, like a sword that had just been cooked.

Then, wherever the red hurricane passed, the space seemed to explode directly, as if an invisible bloody mouth was biting violently, cutting out sections of space faults.

——Ea full power burst.

No magic power was held back; all was poured into it.

"boom--"

The golden flash and the blood-red storm collided with each other.

The two treasures, which were considered to be among the best in the world, burst out with their strongest power, and violent energy exploded in all directions.

The surrounding space was filled with cracks due to this violent energy.

This is a battle of magic.

This is a fight of Noble Phantasm level.

But Saber's side was clearly showing signs of decline.

The golden flash released from the holy sword seemed to have insufficient power and was pushed back little by little by the red storm.

Both parties were continuously infusing magic power into it.

"I really have to rely on this!"