I, Shirou, the Hou Palace King

Identify, create ideas.

Scenario, basic skeleton.

Duplicated to make up the material.

imitation, production technology.

Sympathy, growth experience.

Reappear, accumulating years and months.

The projection is complete.

The light of the heart shines in the dark night, and then disappears only for a moment, and the black and white yin and yang double blades appear in Qianzi Shirou's tightly clenched palms.

Wordlessly, he pointed the projected yin and yang double-edged sword, the famous sword named Ganjiang Moxie, at Diarmuid in front.

"...So that's the case, because I'm also a follower who carries the treasured swords in this world, so I think my two spears are treasured, no, there should be intuition or experience in this."

Looking at Mo Xie, the general who was projected by Qianzi Shilang, Diarmuid suddenly realized, and made up a suitable reason in his own mind.

"It's full of enthusiasm, an astonishing vindictiveness that almost burns people, and the black and white sword blade tightly grasped in both hands, so that's it, you are Saber, you are really lucky, I didn't expect to meet the first heroic spirit in Fuyuki City , is the strongest Saber."

Continue to praise, continue to praise, Brother Shirou likes it very much.

Qianzi Shirou squinted his eyes happily, but unfortunately his mouth is relatively stupid, and he doesn't know how to brag about business, otherwise he will definitely be happier if he brags about business for a while.

"Since the strategy of hiding the Noble Phantasm has been seen through, then I don't need these charms to cover up, Saber, let's have a duel between knights in an upright manner!"

Qianzi Shirou's words that mocked him for needing bandages to hold the guns had an effect after all. Diarmuid untied the black charms wrapped around the two guns, revealing two sharp blades, one red and one yellow. long gun.

There was a smile on the corner of Qianzi Shirou's mouth. If there was a spell covering it, he would not be able to tell which one was the demon-destroying red rose and which one was the destructive yellow rose. He needed double the energy to pay attention, but Now, he no longer needed to try hard to guess which rose was attacking him.

Now that the enemy has been met and the sword has been drawn, then there is no need to say more.

Two pairs of brown eyes that were also full of fighting intent looked at each other. The moment their eyes intersected, the battle began!

The red tight jacket whizzed, and a pair of red and yellow guns pierced the air. Qianzi Shirou and Diarmuiduo had a tacit understanding and launched a surprise attack on each other at the same moment!

clang--! ! !

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After thinking about it, I think it is better to have a hearty battle first, so let Shirou fight Diarmuid first, the subsequent plot will not change, it is just a short battle before going to the Holy Church plot.

Chapter 4 Caster is the melee

clang---! ! !

The black and white double swords and the red and yellow double spears collided with each other, making a deafening, extremely crisp sound of metal and stone clashing.

Qianzi Shirou held the two guns against the two swords. He looked at Diarmuid who was close in front of him, smiled at the handsome face with the mole of tears, and then accelerated the speed of swinging the sword in his hand. The black and white swords were flying in the air. When swaying, it draws afterimages, and slashes at various vital points on Diarmuid's body with a dazzling trend.

And Diarmuid was not to be outdone, even if he was approached by Qianzi Shirou with a long spear suitable for short and medium distances, he did not show the slightest sign of decline. Shirou's offensive was completely defended, and he was able to counterattack back and forth.

When the four weapons collided, a violent hurricane was set off, and the dust and fallen leaves accumulated on the ground of the square were suddenly lifted up. The fountain spring water gushing from bottom to top was swayed onto the ground of the square due to the dancing of the strong wind.

Both sides are heroic spirits who have experienced many battles, and they have the same level of mind sharpened in the battle. They fight back and forth for a while, and it is in full swing, and it is impossible to distinguish the superior and the inferior for a while.

"Exquisite martial skills! But what makes people puzzled is, Saber, I can feel the fiery enthusiasm from your blade, but for some reason, I can't feel the weight that belongs to glory."

If it was just a battle of muscle attributes, there is no doubt that Lancer Diarmuid was the winner. He overwhelmed Mo Xie with red roses and yellow roses, and asked Qianzi Shirou suspiciously while admiring.

"Haven't I already said that I'm just an unnamed Heroic Spirit, not a knight or a warrior. Don't tell me, Lancer, do you think Heroic Spirits are all those who abide by the principles of chivalry and bushido?"

Although I couldn't understand how Diarmuid judged that he didn't have such things as chivalry through one or two fights, Qianzi Shirou still answered him with a smile, his hands still kept moving, and the general's sword was facing towards him impressively. Diarmuid stabbed at the neck.

"That's right, I took it for granted."

Diarmuid nodded slightly, and waved the demon-breaking red rose casually, as he had repeated many times before, using the tip of the red rose's spear to deflect the general's attack, but to Diarmuid's surprise, , but with the same strength as the previous probing attack, his shot made General Yang Jian slam, like smashed glass, and disappeared into several small black fragments in the air.

".....what?"

Qianzi Shirou's face was calm, but Diarmuid, who had personally smashed the Ganjiang sword, raised his brows, and was a little dazed for a while.

Projection start (TraceOn)

Qianzi Shirou threw forward the only Yin sword left in his hand, Moxie, and Diarmuid subconsciously swung Huang Qiangwei, flying the thrown Moxie sword far away.

Taking advantage of the time when Diarmuid picked up Moxie, Qianzi Shirou jumped back suddenly, and the projected light of heart emerged from his hands again, and the light of heart was shaped in an instant, turning into an ordinary black A big bow, and a hideous black arrow.

The black longbow is not a famous treasure, but the customary bow that Emiya Shirou has been using for a long time, and it can be said to be the only fake of the real thing.

And that black arrow is...

"Come on, Akahara Hound!"

While in midair, Qianzi Shirou bent his bow and set his arrow, and the black arrow shot out from the string. As it shuttled through the midair at high speed, it shone with scarlet magic brilliance like blood.

"It's actually a bow and arrow? The touch of Red Rose destroying the treasure just now is very subtle. It's not a real treasure, but a creation imitated by magic. Could it be that you are actually not a Saber, but a Caster?!"

Looking at the scarlet arrows flying towards him at an extremely fast speed, Diarmuid opened his eyes wide. With his feet, he stepped on a chapped hole on the ground, and the figure in the dark green tights suddenly moved forward. The ejection jumped out, and while dodging the firing trajectory of the Akahara Hounds, Qianzi Shiro asked loudly, holding a longbow in the distance, and three Akahara Hounds were projected again.

Originally, he was still a little uncertain, but when Qianzi Shirou took out the pair of black bows and arrows, Diarmuid was completely sure that Qianko Shirou was not a servant of the Saber rank.

The class endowed by the Holy Grail not only gave them corresponding class skills as supplementary enhancements, but also bound their integrity. The servants who came to Fuyuki City were just one aspect of the seated heroic spirits.

He who came into the world as a Lancer was unable to bring down a pair of magic swords. In other words, Qianzi Shirou who can use both swords and bows must not be Saber or Archer!

"That's right, I'm not Saber, but Caster...Compared to that, Lancer, you should pay more attention to my arrows. If these greedy hounds don't kill their prey, they won't stop .”

Qianzi Shirou continued to retreat, widening the distance from Diarmuid, and put the three Akahara hounds in his hand on the bowstring of the longbow.

Excellent eyesight, the feeling of touching the longbow with the palm of his hand, the familiar feeling like an extension of the body, as well as the experience and skills that have been deeply engraved in the body, made it easy for him to aim at the high-speed moving state. , Diarmuid, who was approaching him quickly, gently let go of the bowstring with his fingers, and three arrows flashing scarlet blood pierced the night sky, biting towards Diarmuid.

"It's actually a type of arrow that automatically seeks out the enemy! He's obviously a Caster, but he didn't hide in the magic workshop, but went forward to fight in person, and even possessed such excellent sword and bow skills, it's really exciting Shock!"

Hearing the reminder from Qianzi Shirou, Diarmuid, who was moving towards Qianzi Shirou at high speed, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart. An Akahara Hound fell to the ground.

The huge impact carried by the arrows of the Akahara Hounds made Diarmuid, who hastily swiped his gun to respond, stiffen, and his chest opened wide. At this moment, the three Akahara Hounds fired by Qianzi Shirou for the second time Already exuding scarlet magic light, illuminating Diarmuid's handsome face!

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Chapter 5 Art is Patrick!

In the Celtic mythology, is it the mighty knight known as the glorious appearance? When the deadly threat is approaching, Diarmuid erects the yellow rose that will perish on the ground, and makes a gesture in front of Qianzi Shiro. With a pole-vaulting movement, the body rose in the air and turned like a rotating shaft. The red rose that swung the demon-breaking red rose struggled to fly away the three Chiyuan hounds that started to turn.

It's just that Diarmuid's response was not perfect. Although he successfully avoided the fatal situation, he was still scratched by the Chiyuan Hound with two conspicuous long and narrow wounds on his body, and the arm holding the red rose couldn't help it. Trembling slightly, a little unable to exert strength.

"Pole vaulting? It's not bad, but it's not exciting enough. Although it is practical and allows you to successfully escape the crisis of death, it still lacks aesthetic feeling. The real pole vaulting must deeply impress everyone who is watching. Just one audience."

Seeing Diarmuid performing a pole vault in front of him, Qianzi Shirou immediately regained his energy. He applauded lightly twice, and pointed to Diarmuid who had jumped off Huang Qiangwei and regained his posture.

I'm a professional in pole vaulting.

"It's a frightening arrow. Compared to Caster, you seem to be more suitable for the Archer class. If you are sniped with such an arrow from a distance, no matter which heroic spirit it is Got a headache."

Diarmuid lowered his body and put on a sprint posture, with a confident smile on his face.

"But now we are facing each other on the frontal battlefield, Caster, I will not let you have the opportunity to pull the string of that bow at will."

"Really? In that case, Lancer, you can..."

A red light flashed in Qianzi Shirou's free hand, but before the scarlet light materialized, his movements suddenly stopped, as if he was listening to someone's words, he stood quietly in place.

Then, he sighed with regret, the scarlet light in his hand disappeared, and the arrow of the Chiyuan Hound that should have appeared in his hand disappeared.

"What's the matter, Caster? Could it be that your Master is a coward and wants you to retreat back to the workshop to guard?"

With a mocking smile on his face, Diarmui prodded at Qianzi Shirou.

"No, no, she's just advising me that the Holy Grail War hasn't officially started yet, so don't waste your magic power. I thought about it and thought she was right, so I decided to save my magic power."

Qianzi Shirou gently shook his head and said, Hearing what he said, Diarmuid squinted his eyes in displeasure, wanting to fight him while saving mana, this is obviously extremely confident in his own strength, and also The performance of not taking Diarmuid in his eyes.

"Have you not noticed, Lacner?"

The black longbow held in Qianzi Shirou's left hand disappeared. He just kept his hands empty, and raised his finger to Diarmuid standing in the distance opposite him.

"This ability is possessed by every heroic spirit who has a treasure, but they will never use it until the end of their life, because once they use this dangerous ability, it means that they have to fight with the people who have gone through countless battles with them. The separation of treasures...but I don't have this concern, all my treasures are imitations obtained by imitating others, even if they are lost once, new replacements can be made again in the next instant."

!!!

Diarmuid instantly understood what Qianzi Shirou was talking about. His pupils suddenly dilated to the limit, his heart seemed to stop suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly secreted from his forehead.

Diarmuid quickly squinted at the three black arrows that fell on the ground around him in a half-circle shape. From the three arrows named Akahara Hounds, a suffocating sound came. A sense of crisis.

"Art is Explosion! Burst, Reality! Crush, Spirit! It's called - Broken Phantasm!!!"

Qianzi Shirou showed an explosive and happy smile on his face. He stretched out his palm and clenched his open palm into a fist, detonating the three Akahara Hound treasures at Diarmuid's feet without hesitation.

boom--! ! !

There was a deafening and violent explosion, and the whole square shook as if it had been hit by an earthquake. The dazzling and scorching fire suddenly rose up, forming a huge tongue of flame that engulfed the sky, and the broken stones flew all over the sky like bullets.

The silence that belonged exclusively to the night was broken by the violent explosion. In the residential buildings near the square, lights were lit one after another. The citizens poked their heads out of the windows and looked at the square where the big explosion happened.

The cherry-colored seven-petal shield blooming in front of Qianzi Shirou dissipated after receiving the impact of the explosion, and the hem of the red tight windbreaker swayed wildly due to the strong wind caused by the explosion. The illusion collapse just now was razed into a big pothole.

Qianzi Shirou's pair of Eagle Eyes carefully inspected the surroundings, observing the traces of Lancer Diarmuid. Obviously, the moment before the explosion, Diarmuid made a sprinting movement, preparing to escape from the center of the explosion as much as possible. But now there is no trace of Diarmuid here.

Although the power produced by the three Akahara hounds when their fantasy collapsed was impressive enough, Chiko Shiro didn't think that he could kill Diarmuid, a powerful knight with rich combat experience, at most, and seriously injure him. Case.

"...In other words, Diarmuid was really lucky to be transferred by the Command Spell just before being involved in Fantasia Honkai."

Qianzi Shirou's lips trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice.

"This Fuyuki City is also true. As an enthusiastic citizen, I was walking well on the street. I finally found a square to take a rest. Then there was another gas explosion here. I have to talk to the church here. what."

Qianzi Shirou stretched his waist, and the red figure standing in the pit disappeared. After transforming into a spirit body, he hurried towards the Holy Church in Xindu again.

Fuyuki City Hotel, located in the presidential suite on the highest floor, the monarch of the clock tower, the master of Lancer in this Holy Grail War, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald is looking at the gloomy face. With a look of guilt, Diarmuid, who was disgraced for escaping from the big explosion caused by the collapse of fantasy, suffered a certain degree of explosion damage on his body, and knelt in front of him on one knee.

"Just letting you go out to spy on intelligence before the Holy Grail War, you were injured to this extent, and I lost a command spell, Lancer, you have let me down too much."

"I'm very sorry, my lord, but these injuries are my medals as a knight. It will be transformed into strength together with the command spell you bestowed on me, making me fight even harder for you, my lord, to obtain the Holy Grail after the Holy Grail War begins!"

Seeing Diarmuid with his head bowed in front of him, and his fiancée Sola Nazelle Sofiali who came forward to defend Diarmuid with an unhappy face, Kenneth put his hands behind his back and walked away. Go to the floor-to-ceiling windows and look towards the square where Diarmuid fought with Qianzi Shirou.

"Fortunately, I didn't get nothing this time. That Caster used projection magic. I didn't expect that kind of indiscriminate magic to project a powerful Noble Phantasm. It's worthy of being a legendary Heroic Spirit."

"Lacner, this experience of fighting Caster, you must make use of it next time!"