Lost Narrative Poetry

what the hell? Aren't there two fragile human Masters inside?

Why is Lancer so embarrassed? No matter how careless he is, this shouldn't happen, right? What kind of trump card is hidden in Liudong Temple?

"Ha, it's really shameful for you to see such a miserable side... But we seem to have fallen into a trap..."

The spearman quickly got up from the ground and reorganized his posture with a wry smile, looking solemnly at the large broken hole in the wall in front of him.

From the darkness, the swordsman wearing a long robe and kimono walked out step by step. There was no murderous intent, no hostility, just a calm expression on his face, but it was this that made him feel great pressure.

Having a killing move but no murderous intention does not mean that there is no danger. At least from now until now, Lancer, who has been suffering from the opponent's sword skills aimed at the head, will never believe this kind of thing.

"Wait, wait! This is..."

Saber originally thought that Caster might be ambushing him inside, but unexpectedly, what came out was a completely unfamiliar Servant whom he had never met before.

But it was obvious that Lancer, a knight with superb martial arts skills, was blown out within two minutes of entering, and it was this strange and exotic swordsman servant who caused all this.

However, she was only slightly distracted when the terrifying strong wind was already coming towards her. The Black Knight had already thrown away the two machine guns that had exhausted their ammunition. However, everything in his hands was a treasure, so it was just a weapon prepared in advance. It was as if the wooden swords used for practice in many kendo training places had become his new weapon.

Saber was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she had no choice but to concentrate on dealing with the violent attacks of the black knight. However, her inner uneasiness became more and more intense. Who was this vengeful black knight in front of her during his lifetime?

What is your identity? What's the relationship with yourself? And why...do you seem to hate yourself so much?

If it was an enemy, then it would be easy to say, but she couldn't think of any suspects, and all the signs seemed to prove that the person in front of her was someone who was very familiar with her in life... a Knight of the Round Table?

Lancer had no time to be distracted anymore, because Sasaki Kojiro had already waved the long sword leisurely, aiming at his head again, trying to chop off his head.

He could only keep his mouth shut. He dared to talk distractedly at this time. He was really seeking death. He only hoped that his master and others could notice that something was wrong and make a decision as soon as possible, such as using a command spell to recall him or something.

Under this situation, even a regular retreat is already very difficult. Whether it is the Secret Sword Assassin or the Furious Black Knight, they will not give them such a chance. They can still compete in a head-on confrontation, but if they turn around and run away …

Being exposed to such a dangerous enemy with his back defenseless, he felt like he didn't die quickly enough.

The only option was to fight and retreat, and slowly evacuate Liudong Temple, but such a method would take a long time, and he didn't think that the Caster inside would do nothing.

The reason why we are sitting on the sidelines now is that there are only two possibilities——

One is that fists that are not thrown are only intimidating. She does nothing, but Lancer cannot pretend that she does not exist, and it is impossible to fight the enemy with all his strength.

The other is that she has a bigger plot, and may want to catch the two of them who come to her door. She only hopes that Saber can maintain a certain degree of vigilance because of her embarrassment and reminder just now...

In the courtyard, the battlefield became more intense.

In addition to the relatively spacious space, the surrounding walls have been kept intact for the time being. The floor tiles in the center have been plowed by various violent waves and aftermath. Looking at such a battlefield, one can't help but feel that a war has just happened here. Big earthquake.

But in this ruin-like field, the combatants faced each other unscathed, calculating the opponent's next move, and waving their weapons with all their strength, fighting for the dawn of victory.

The warriors in armor fight each other amidst the light and shadow of swords, which looks very much like the plot of some period drama. However, the burst of magic power and torrent of heat made the scene look like something from a fantasy movie.

Thunder tore through the sky, stormy waves shattered the earth, and legends and fantasies truly reappeared in the real world.

at the same time.

The wide-eyed people on Mount Enzo or other places in Fuyuki City, who were monitoring what was happening at Ryudou Temple through various means, had extremely stunned expressions on their faces.

Among them were Emiya Kiritsugu and Kenneth, both of whom had many question marks in their heads.

There seems to be something wrong with this plot. Everything seems to be going well beforehand——

Although Berserker unreasonably brought out two machine guns, the plan still went smoothly. Saber held him back, and Lancer broke through the defense line and rushed into it, directly kidnapping the opponent's master.

Seeing that half of the plan has been successful, the remaining half depends on whether they can successfully control the leader on the other side... And the worst expectation is that the two masters on the other side are not all hidden in the willow cave. In the temple, or not in Liudong Temple at all.

The situation is not that bad. It's just that tonight's work was in vain and everyone ran in vain, but there was no big loss.

But now...who is that ancient swordsman who suddenly appears? Is there such a person in this Holy Grail War?

In the woods on Enzo Mountain, Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath, breaking the deathly silence and stagnant air, and then quickly made a decision: "Eri, you stay here, Maiya comes with me. …”

As he said this, he picked up the long suitcase next to him, opened it, and quickly checked the equipment inside.

Kuon Maiya didn't say anything, her face was as expressionless as ever, and she quickly got ready to set off with him without saying a word.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Irisviel was a little shocked. What was her husband planning to do? Is he going to risk entering Liudong Temple and join that terrible battlefield as a human being?

There is absolutely no way to survive, right? ! The aftermath alone can kill him, okay!

"Eri, there is suddenly an extra Servant, an eighth person in addition to the seven Servants. What do you think is the most likely reason for this?" Emiya Kiritsugu's face was solemn.

"Illegal summoning?" Irisviel thought of this immediately. After all, during the last Third Holy Grail War, it was their Einzbern family who did this.

"This is the only possibility..." Emiya Kiritsugu nodded, and then said seriously, "But we can't let this opportunity go. If we miss it, when Caster comes back, there will be three Servants here..."

After that, Ryudou Temple was on guard, and there was no chance anymore, not even the Holy Grail War this time.

Emiya Kiritsugu could not tolerate failure. He now had something he could not give up, so when he realized that the strongest force in the Holy Grail War was about to be born, he immediately made a decision.

He must seize the opportunity tonight to disintegrate the terrible alliance of Liudong Temple. If he misses this opportunity, he will probably lose everything...

Emiya Kiritsugu is a man with strong action ability, so he decisively judged that he should take a risk now, and he felt that there was still a high possibility of success——

"Although Ryudou Temple unexpectedly still has two Servants, the fact that Saber and Lancer were able to stalemate them there shows that the effectiveness of the position has not been maximized. Caster has indeed not returned yet..."

He clicked, loaded the gun in his hand, and said this with a cold and stern expression.

"Taking advantage of Saber and Lancer entangled with the two Servants, we tried our best to get over from the edge and directly attack the Master inside... They must not have thought that we had a backup plan. They must have relaxed their vigilance at this moment and paid attention. I’m probably focusing all my energy on the Servant’s battle.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a glimmer of murderous intent flickering in them: "In this case, as long as I succeed with one strike, the situation will be reversed!"

"But... isn't that too dangerous? It is a magic workshop after all. Magicians are very powerful enemies in it, and the magic abilities of outsiders will be suppressed..." Irisviel was still worried, subconsciously Want to stop her husband.

"No problem, as long as they really relax and I seize that moment... don't forget, I don't rely on magic. My origin bomb is the most powerful weapon to restrain the magician. "The man replied.

He is called the Magician Killer for a reason, and his trump card is the origin bomb he holds.

When making his own costume, Emiya Kiritsugu made the most of his extremely unique "origin". He had the first and second ribs on both sides of his flank removed. The removed ribs were ground into powder, then condensed using soul engineering, and used as bullet cores to seal into sixty-six bullets.

This bullet will materialize Emiya Kiritsugu's "origin" to the "hit" object. It can directly cause necrosis of the hit part of the creature, completely losing its original function, and it is a huge threat to magicians. .

Bullets with the function of conceptual weapons can cut off the magic circuit of the magician, and then connect it roughly and simply, causing the magic circuit in the whole body to short-circuit and run wild, thus achieving the purpose of destroying the opponent.

At present, Emiya Kiritsugu has consumed thirty-seven of the sixty-six bullets, but not one of them has been wasted. Thirty-seven magicians have been completely destroyed using bullets made from part of his body.

That's why he is called the Magician Killer. For a magician, as long as he seizes the opportunity, one strike will kill him.

Irisviel, who had no way to object, could only watch the two of them leave the hiding place in a hurry, biting her lower lip tightly. For some reason, she felt deeply uneasy in her heart.

It seems that Emiya Kiritsugu had a fatal delusion...

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On a moonless night, long knives circulate.

The cold sweat on Lancer's forehead became more and more intense, and he realized that something was very wrong.

The unusual long sword opposite would be very inconvenient for most people just to pick it up and swing it around a few times, but in the hands of Assassin, who is practicing the secret sword opposite, it is as easy as an arm.

——Is this really Assassin?

He did not intend to assassinate him at all, but chose to engage in a head-on confrontation in an upright manner, so that Lancer could only parry, but was unable to fight back.

This is no joke. The swordsman wearing a long robe and kimono skillfully uses the five-foot-long sword. The light of the sword flows freely. In the darkness, it is like the moonlight reflected on the water, and the ripples appear, seemingly broken but not broken, and interlocking. .

The sword skills that flow like clouds and flowing water are closely and perfectly connected. It is as if every movement has been tempered to a level that is as natural as nature. It can be said to be a realm of turning decay into magic.

He just stood leisurely like this, without putting on any posture, but he could often swing the long sword instantly from any posture, and his attacks were extremely fast. It was not easy to see through——

He can easily grasp Lancer's attacks, parry them calmly with his sword skills, or move slightly sideways to dodge the edge of the magic spear by a hair. Once he seizes the gap, he can accurately attack with his five-foot-long sword. Cut off Lancer's head.

After several confrontations, Lancer was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

He didn't know what kind of mind or spiritual state the other party had mastered, but this kind of precise suppression was really uncomfortable. It seemed that in a short period of time, the swordsman saw through his own weapons and fighting style, and his discerning eyes It is also second to none among Servants.

However, the opposite is that Lancer has no way to get used to the opponent's moves, familiar with and see through the opponent's attacks. Even if the opponent repeats the same move, it will often be connected to other different moves, resulting in various derivatives. .

It seems that it is the same move, but there are endless variations.

——"Zonghe's experience".

It is a special skill that does not lose accuracy even if the same move is repeated against the same opponent many times. In other words, it has the effect of "becoming unable to be seen through by the enemy."

Therefore, even if Lancer tried his best, he could not see through Sasaki Kojiro's secret sword, and he was not familiar with the opponent's moves. Even if there was another battle, he would only be as clueless about the enemy in front of him as if he had met him for the first time. grasp.

But the opponent definitely understands his fighting style very well.

Not to mention anything else, from a pure perspective of mind and skill, this swordsman is undoubtedly one of the very few people who truly stands on the top of the mountain.