Tribute to the Demon King

Without the slightest stagnation, while Kirei's left hand was holding Kiritsugu's gun-holding right hand and bending it forcefully, the short machine gun held by Kiritsugu's left hand had already touched Kirei's right chest where the fabric was most torn, And mercilessly pulled the trigger.

Amidst the sound of fierce firing, blood spurted out.

Kiritsugu's last few bullets -- precisely pierced the cassock and shot into Kotomine Kirei's body.

——The surprise attack was successful.

The bullet broke the rib on the right side and shot into the lungs, ten rounds of bullets all sank, Kirei was hopeless.

Giving the initiative to Kiritsugu in vain is tantamount to putting his own head on the guillotine.

"Hehehe..."

Looking down at Kotomine Kirei who twitched weakly for a while and then stopped struggling, Kiritsugu squeezed out a laugh unconsciously from his throat full of blood foam.

"I won...I won, Kotomine Kirei."

After that, his vision was gradually stained with blood.A sharp pain hit his whole body, and Kiritsugu couldn't help moaning.

There was a slight moist feeling from his left eye, the blood vessels in his whole body burst, and the bones in his limbs also cracked one after another due to the unimaginable burden. A cloud of blood suddenly burst out from his body, dyeing his white shirt completely. Slightly brownish in color.

Compared with this, the pain from the calf of the left leg and the wrist of the right hand is trivial.

At this moment, the flames on the first floor of the church had gradually spread down.

Panting and resting for a while, Kiritsugu tried his best to break away Kirei's left hand that was tightly clenched like steel, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and abandoned Kotomine Kirei, who was dying, into the sea of ​​flames.

Now... I'm going to find Irisviel.

"She should be right here—"

Kiritsugu muttered, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

Author's message:

Presented by Chapter 2, today's Master Qi is also super virtuous! (chest out)

Tired, sleepy, hungry... I'll get something to eat and go to bed, good night everyone...

Chapter 80 My Spear Will Rip You Into Shreds

"Now, all irrelevant personnel have left. When are you going to delay?"

Zhou Yi raised his head, stared into Rider's eyes and whispered: "If you want to win and win the Holy Grail, you can't just stand there."

"Ah, that's true."

Rider shrugged calmly: "But, there's a question I've been forgetting to ask you."

Realizing what Rider would say next, Zhou Yi couldn't help showing a hearty smile.

Just looking at that smile, Weber couldn't help but shudder.

"Although you said that you have no need for the Holy Grail..."

Rider frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "But if you really win in the end, what are you going to use the Holy Grail for? Give it to the Master? I don't think you are such a person, if it is that guy Lancer More or less."

"...Ha, have you finally realized this problem, Rider?"

Zhou Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed loudly: "Of course there is only one answer——"

With force and force, Zhou Yi loudly declared to Rider: "I will make a wish to the Holy Grail to get a brand new body!"

"what……"

Hearing this, Weber on the side couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Rider also couldn't help but fell into a brief silence, and laughed out loud shortly afterwards.

"No wonder! No wonder! You bastard! No wonder you know my wish!"

Sitting on Bucephalus, he pointed at Zhou Yi and shouted loudly: "You still said 'there is nothing wrong with this body', I knew that you are the same as me!"

"Nonsense. I'm clearly a pacifist."

Zhou Yi smiled lightly, pulled out two magic guns from the void, and held them in his hands: "Every time I fight, I'm working hard for world peace."

"What a great king. I'm afraid he will become a stronger opponent than Darius, a powerful enemy who will stand in my way to conquer the world and march towards the stars and sea..."

Rider seemed to understand the meaning of his words, the corners of his mouth were twisted ferociously, and his voice suddenly dropped.

"...In that case, I must kill you."

"If you can, please."

Zhou Yi snorted softly, and his dark red eyes, like dried blood, gradually ignited with fierce killing intent: "No matter how many of you come, I will be enough. Unless I die, I will never take half a step back."

"I see."

The Conqueror King didn't show the slightest anger, but nodded quietly and said, "O Lonely King... your stubborn way of living, let me and the warriors break it down."

Accompanied by these words, those wounded heroic spirits voluntarily regrouped into an army.

Although they were injured, the eyes of each of them were shining.

It was like looking up at the starry sky - reflecting the shining light of the sea of ​​stars.

"It's true... the bond between you and your subjects is very beautiful. I have indeed seen and remembered it. I will engrave this scene in my heart and never forget it."