Matou Shinji Returns from Infinite

Not only that--

When Saber was fighting with the gun, Lancer had already jumped up, lightly caught the gun that was bounced off, and swung down with the momentum of his falling.

The movements are too smooth and natural, like a beautiful coincidence.

Crimson flames gushed out from the tip of the spear.

Red sky again.

Saber barely had time to adjust his posture, stomped on the ground, and swung his sword up like a bloody fighting maniac.

It was a golden sword that could never have been forged by human hands.

Every part of the generous sword body is natural, without the slightest flaw.

Absolutely perfect.

Absolutely divine.

Legend has it that the god-made armor forged in the inner sea of ​​the planet was gifted by the fairy of the lake.

At the top of the realm of the holy sword.

Even the magic spear held by a man with white hair and gold armor cannot match it in this state.

Especially without the constraints of the wind barrier, the performance of the equipment will be fully released.

If it was ten before, it is now ten thousand.

but.

This doesn't change the fact that her approach is very unwise.

Should it be said to be a last resort?

The invisible barrier that hides the sword's edge has already been used, and if you want to rebuild it, you will have to wait until the end of the fight.

If you stand still and parry, the magical flame accumulated on the opponent's gun will explode, and it will definitely affect Irisviel behind him.

Therefore, even if you take the initiative to push yourself into a disadvantage, or even get hurt, you must try to block the enemy's offensive as far as possible!

Saber thought so.

And resolutely did it.

But at this moment-

"ah!"

Exclamations sounded.

This is Alice Phil's voice.

So does Saber.

Even Lancer.

The thoughts of the two Heroic Spirits who were about to clash with swords and spears were replaced by shock for a second.

It may be because of this reason that Lancer unwittingly took some effort.

Saber took it hastily, and returned to the ground with the impact.

Create a pit in the sand big enough to bury three of hers.

Ignoring Lancer, who might be chasing after the victory, the blond girl immediately looked for Irisviel.

However, it disappeared.

Just like the literal meaning.

As if it didn't exist.

The woman named 'Alice Phil' disappeared out of thin air.

"—Irisviel! Where are you! Answer now!"

Even in the face of the heroic spirit of the spear that is stronger than himself, Saber never showed the slightest fear.

But now she is rarely dominated by panic.

No matter how loud Saber shouted.

Or, open up your perception with all your strength, and let the spiritually woven thread cover all corners within a radius of 200 meters.

No trace of Irisviel has ever been found.

There was no response at all.

"..."

The blade of the sword fell to the ground, and Saber was a little dazed.

The sea breeze is howling, and the snow is flying.

With a little concentration, you can see the waves blowing in the wind.

It seems that only through these can you be sure that you are not bewitched by illusion.

"That woman seems to have fallen into a 'trap' specially prepared by someone and was moved to another place."

Suddenly, Lancer said.

It's always that calm and calm tone, and this attitude can be disturbing when you become an enemy, but at this moment, Saber seems to see the light in it.

"What do you see!"

"A circle of sparks, magic that I haven't seen before, but there's nothing wrong with the effect of space transfer. What? You want to chase it, but you can't? Chase someone you don't even know where."

"Correct."

"Don't forget, you're still fighting me. As long as I don't allow it, you can't get away from me unless you cut off my head."

"Then do it!"

Saber's voice was filled with unprecedented determination.

Betting on life, dignity, and honor, she is bound to carry out her kingship and beliefs to the end.

"Oh, now your sword is considered sharp. If you couldn't even touch my fur before, at least you can make me bleed now."

A small smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the young man with white hair and golden armor.

It will probably make many girls excited about it.

However, in the eyes of the soldiers, this is the performance of fighting spirit.

"Lancer is right, you were too boring just now, so let me create conditions for you to do your best."

unfamiliar voice.

stranger.

It just came out of nowhere.

- on top.

The reaction of the two riders was as fast as lightning, and they raised their heads at the same time.

In the night sky where the sea breeze blows the least resistance.

Estimated to be 20 meters above the ground.

The space was punctured with a hole.

The unconventional circle, like a magic circle, contains a mysterious and unique beauty.

Sparks flew off the edge, and if it was said to be the spark of wisdom of Hermes, no one would doubt it.

Because they all felt the breath of magic.

Extraordinary magic.

The power of the planet in the age of mythology that should never exist in modern times, should have disappeared with the gods.

A different mysterious color blooms in the form of sparks.

The interior of the Spiral Gate reflects a scene that is specious to the current night sky and this environment.

But no matter what the situation was, the figure sitting on the 'threshold' did not stand out.

It's not really sitting on the edge where sparks sputter, as you can see if you look closely.

In fact, it is sitting on the edge of the roof of a high-rise building.

The figure's owner was no different from an ordinary person. He was dressed in a yellow robe in the style of a secret ceremony, with a hood on his head. He was clearly looking from below, but he could barely see the lower half of his young face, and his voice was an ordinary male voice. What a striking special temperament.

Just like air.

If you don't pay attention, you will soon ignore it.

But from a magician's point of view, this is one of the supernormal phenomena that is almost integrated with the environment, imitating the planetary movement with the human body, and establishing itself as a celestial body's magic circuit.

Yes, he is magic, a mysterious collection.

Then such being said:

"I'm a Servant who appeared as Caster this time. You can call me... um, yes, Gu Yi is fine."

Under the hood, a mischievous smile appeared on the young face.

Chapter 30. The real hero kills the enemy with his eyes

An invisible line that follows the trajectory of cause and effect across half the city.

On the top floor of the Hyatt Regency Hotel, which has been drastically transformed into the world's top magic workshop.

The 'prodigy' from the Clock Tower sits on an expensive leather sofa, holding a glass of intoxicating perfume on the wall.

There is some kind of pure temperament that exudes from his body, which makes people feel that in his life so far, he has never wasted a minute or a second.

From appearance to every move, it seems that the whole person is a symbol of aristocracy with tradition and history at the same time.

In front of him, there was an oval mirror of equal height.

It's like the one used by witches in fairy tales.