I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

"Dad" and "Son".

It's the father and son bureau.

Is this the world of the strong?

Neng Angel, who arrived belatedly, lifted the strongest Heisei armor on the sewer, poked out half of her head, and watched the "father and son" who were tearing at each other from a distance, leaving a dazzling "knife light" in the air .

trouble.

If you have to evaluate King Arthur and Mordred, you can only describe it as troublesome.

Although it is the Laner class that appears at this time, there are many non-full-A British kings, but the difference between the white gun and life trajectory and the full-A quilt king is only the difference in weapons, and relatively better understanding of people's hearts.

In other words, the Battle of Jianlan existed, and Gundai's attitude towards Mordred was not fundamentally different from Landai's.

If it is normal, to fight for the omnipotent wishing machine, to participate in the Holy Grail War, the wicked and capable angels naturally hope that this group of chaotic housewives will perform full martial arts and beat out their brains.

But this time is different. Under the premise that the situation is still unclear, the Angel of Power must prevent the five servants from leaving the field anyway, and the spirit foundation will become a sacrifice, and then the trigger mechanism of the Great Holy Grail will be achieved.

But this tm how to persuade.

Seeing the mother and daughter who took a breather and began to ping-pong-pong strike the iron again, and the fight was full of sparks and lightning, Neng Tian, ​​​​who felt so sick to his stomach, really didn't know what to do.

boom boom boom

Just as Mordred and Arturia were in a stalemate, competing with each other in wrist strength, there was a sound from under another manhole cover in the parking lot.

Then, under the gaze of the energy angel, a gray figure with a scythe in hand sprang out from under the torn manhole cover, slashing towards the mother and daughter.

The cloaked woman who emerges from the sewer is undoubtedly the Assassin of this Holy Grail War.

However, it's not so much a sneak attack...

But could Angel always feel that this guy wielding a sickle actually ran over to break up a fight?

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Chapter 30 Fighting the Holy Grail War!Be serious!

For an instant.

The girl in the gray robe, the slash she swung seemed to be able to cut off the boundary between day and night, as if everything in the world was only black and white.

Faced with the threat of this blow, the mother and daughter who were confronting each other tacitly let go of their strength, leaped lightly, and distanced themselves from each other, allowing the intruder's slashing blow to miss.

"Hey, you bastard, who the hell are you?!"

Uncomfortably looking at the third person who came in, Mordred stared at the figure of the other party, as well as other masters and servants who might be hiding their figures in the darkness.

At the same time, while she was chanting, Kotomine Kirei, who was in the kitchen of Tohsaka's house sharing Assassin's gaze while preparing supper for Tohsaka Tokiomi and Young Jill, sneezed.

Facing Mordred's questioning, Assassin, who was not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, just lowered his hood and looked at the sickle in his hand in bewilderment.

As a disciple of El-Melloi II, she had heard of the disasters caused by the Fourth Holy Grail War in the distant future.She also knows about keeping the servants out of the field as much as possible, but she is still in the wait-and-see stage.

What really caused her to intervene and become the focus of everyone's attention was actually the pseudo-personality residing on the weapon in her hand.

"Yo, I said how about you two stopping for a while?"

It was not the attacker who responded first, but the scythe, which had a strong contrast with her size. If you look closely, you can even see the lips wriggling on the blade.

What really made the decision to separate Artoria and Mordred was the anthropomorphic Gyard carried on Grey's weapon, or King Arthur's righteous brother and director, the Knights of the Round Table, and Kai's replica .

The helmet turned into several pieces of steel attached to the armor, and Mordred, who was showing his true face, looked at Yard with distaste. For some reason, she always felt that the tone of that thing seemed familiar, "I am about the sneak attack, interrupt me and King Arthur There's nothing to say about a showdown."

Male and female fart, you mother and daughter are both lionesses, okay? !

The angel with the strongest steel plate on top of his head curled his lips in disdain.

"Well, don't put it so harshly. She and I hacked together openly. How can it be called a sneak attack? Besides, even if it was a real sneak attack, this child is an Assassin. It's a matter of course, right?"

"I've never heard of an Assassin with a giant scythe!"

"Oh, that's a coincidence, there just happened to be a live one here today and tonight!"

"Hey, Yad, what is it?" Pulling down the hood again, Gray complained that his best friend used the wrong quantifier, and at this moment, as if aware of Yad's essence, Lancer frowned, surprised Look at the petite girl.

Although it cannot be described in words, and there is no reliable evidence, but her ancestral intuition told her that this girl must be inextricably linked with herself and the Holy Lance.

"..."

No, what on earth are you two living treasures here for?

Do you talk about cross talk?Or acting comics?

Fighting the Holy Grail War, be serious, you are Heroic Spirits, Heroic Spirits!

The most shining stars in the history of pan-humanity, guiding mankind to move forward, urging mankind to never stop, the most shining stars, this kind of comedian-like development is not punishable!

The angel who showed half of his head from the beginning to the end looked at Yad and Mo Zai who were having a good time arguing, and couldn't help covering his forehead in pain.

However, this seems to have achieved the goal?

At least Mordred had turned his attention to Grey, and Bai Qiandai, who was staring at Grey thoughtfully, seemed to have no intention of continuing to do it.

what the hell......