In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Like the sound of the tide, the strong body of the old man of the mountain suddenly appeared, and the red light in his eyes flashed, as if he was examining the corpse under his feet.

And two seconds later, a dark-skinned girl jumped out of the woods, walked behind the old man of the mountain, and knelt down on one knee:

"My lord, I'm late!"

The girl has a good figure and a skull mask on her face, but her voice trembles slightly, as if she is afraid of the king of Assassin.

Silence, the tall mountain old man didn't say anything, standing there like a sculpture, until the last ray of energy from the shadow hero dissipated, and then turned around.

"Quiet, you have wasted too much time."

"I, I really..." Being watched by the man on the mountain, Quiet Hassan even forgot how to speak, and didn't even dare to lift his head.

"I don't need a reason, get up!"

"Yes." The girl quickly stood up, noticing the holes in the mountain man's abdomen, her pupils shrank, "My lord, are you injured!?"

"It's okay!" The old man on the mountain seemed to have been bitten by ants a few times, and he didn't even bother to repair it.

He didn't care, Jing Mi Hassan didn't dare to say anything, he could only lower his head submissively and said: "The target is so powerful, it seems that Baimao and the others deserved to die!"

"The death of those stupid people is accidental, but it is also inevitable. Luo Sen's strength is not bad, but if I want to kill him, no one can stop him!"

"Then why do you..."

"Because I'm not stupid! What qualifications do those idiots have for me to take revenge!?" The old man of the mountain suddenly increased his volume, scaring Tranquil Hassan almost to his knees.

These Hassans are really getting worse from generation to generation. If there is no need, I really want them to hand over their heads......

The old man of the mountain was extremely dissatisfied with his subordinates, but he still held his temper and said in a deep voice: "You should have seen what you just saw. This is a monster peeping at it, but the one who entrusted it was a Christian heretic. There must be something between the two. connect."

When he attacked, he sensed that someone was watching, but he still didn't expect it to be a monster. It's true that the man of the mountain loves heads, but he loves killing monsters even more!

"My lord, do you mean that the Church of the Cross has chosen to degenerate?" The girl was startled and subconsciously said.

"Stupid! Heresy is hateful, but it's not stupid enough to destroy human beings!" The old man on the mountain cursed, his voice paused, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with these idiots, so he ordered directly:

"Quiet, go and investigate the real client, I want to know who is behind the scenes! Remember, you only have seven days, if not—"

"Hand over the head!"

"Yes! I'll give you an answer within five days!" Jing Mi didn't dare to bargain, and fled like burning ass.

The old man of the mountain never lies, if he really fails to complete the task within seven days, the big black sword will 100% cut off his head!

After the younger generation left, the old man standing by the forest looked up, and even a few kilometers away, he could still see the figure of Rosen, who was surrounded by a group of policemen and raised a strong protest excitedly.

'Walk in the world and exercise your mind with the dunya?Sure enough, it was interesting! '

Seemingly seeing something, the dark fire flickered, and the old man on the mountain disappeared without a trace.

...............

"These Gallic chickens have mediocre combat effectiveness and a lot of nonsense."

Rosen walked down the road with his head buried. The Orleans police asked too many questions just now, and they didn't shut up until the reinforcements from Paris arrived, as if his identity was fabricated.

But seeing the support, he smiled thoughtfully again.

There are no heroic spirits who came to help, as if the Roman prince being ambushed is not a big deal, some people don't even want to lose their face, wishing that Assassin would take his head off?

This is next to the capital!Do dozens of heroic spirits in France take a collective vacation?Such weak reinforcements are useless except to send heads!

So Rosen didn't dare to act together with the new 'guards'. If there were Muslim fighters among them, they would suffer a lot from the self-destruct attack.

At this time, Mordred chased after him, followed by two half-heroes in national gendarmerie uniforms. The brat quickly ran to Rosen's side, pouted and said:

"You hateful guys, you can't drive them away."

"This is their job, follow them if you like."

"Do you want to kill it directly? Or force to find out who sent them to follow?"

"Don't waste your energy, these people are really just working." Rosen didn't believe that any idiot would send his cronies. Even if they were tortured, the two and a half heroic spirits could only be said to be following orders.

As for whose order?The commander of the gendarmerie and the chief executive of the government are reasonable and legal people anyway.

Some people just waited for themselves to make mistakes, and Rosen was not stupid enough to give him the blame.

Because His Royal Highness the Prince refused to go with the convoy, the walking speed was very slow, and it took almost half an hour to complete the previous ten-minute drive.

Orleans is not too big, with a population of less than 10. The Loire River runs through the center, like an ax splitting the city in two.

Two streams of black smoke rose from the town, one in the suburbs and the other by the Loire.

The former one was left by the old man of the mountain, while the latter one was the masterpiece of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"This guy is really insane..."

After passing through the blockade, Rosen, who witnessed the tragedy of the Royal Manor with his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and in front of his eyes was the fragmented scene of the explosion.

I saw that the castle built in the 16th century has been turned into ruins. A huge bomb crater appeared in the center, and bricks and stones splashed, and some even flew to the other side of the river. People can't help but sigh:

Yes, this is Emiya!

When the searching police saw the sufferer coming, a middle-aged man wearing the shoulder badge of a senior inspector hurried up to meet him.

"His Royal Highness, Senior State Police Bastião salutes you."