[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

Magicians are not good at close combat. This is a fact recognized by everyone. They uphold the elegant fighting style, and they always like to stand up and output.

This also gave Emiya Kiritsugu great convenience.

Borrowing the power of guns and origin bullets, he can easily kill magicians. Before this bullet flew out, 37 magicians had already died in his hands, and he was a veritable magician killer.

Emiya Kiritsugu was hit with one blow, and went directly to another observation point with the gun in hand, waiting for the next opportunity.

The bullet flew past the back of Nagito's head dangerously, and the wind it brought cut off a few strands of gray-white hair.

"It's dangerous, dangerous."

After throwing Kenneth down and saving the opponent's career as a magician, Nagito immediately jumped up in disgust. He walked to the place where the bullet was embedded and checked the special bullet.

"You should know this thing."

He continued to greet Kenneth unconsciously like before: "I think it's a good deal to save your life for a mercury ball."

Kenneth looked over at Nagito's position, his pupils shrunk to the smallest in shock.

——That’s the origin bullet.

"It looks like a normal bullet."

"Yeah, very average."

Generally speaking, it is easy to destroy the future of a magician.

Perhaps it was because the worries about his own life and death finally outweighed the influence of his love brain, the redness on Kenneth's eyes gradually faded away.

"You are……"

How do you know there will be an attack coming from that direction?Or are you two working together and doing this just to gain my trust?

No, it is absolutely wrong to think this way. Although it sounds incredible, he himself has no such value at all.

Nagito deliberately turned Kenneth's question into the beginning of his self-introduction: "How about it, under the premise of external interference, should we find a safe place to chat?"

"Continue standing here, I don't know if the person who fired this bullet will continue to attack."

The rhythm was pinched by Nagito. He looked like a fairly ordinary boy, but Kenneth raised the opponent's status in his heart.

If Nagito found out, he would probably hug his stomach and burst into a ball of laughter. All he could rely on was his wonderful physique that was ineffective at the time. Only God would know how long this physique can protect him.

Facing Nagito who took the title of his savior, Kenneth took the initiative to unscrew the handle of the door behind him after weighing it up, and invited him in.

bye Bye.

Waving his hand towards the window, Nagito showed a stupid smile at Emiya Kiritsugu who should still be watching over here.

Kenneth first made coffee for the two of them and brought them over.

His servants, as well as the master's subordinates on the opposite side were fighting on the rooftop above his head, and his beloved fiancée ran over eagerly, worried about her dream lover, but none of this stopped Kenneth from drinking coffee.

Swallowing the bitter liquid seemed to be the only way to calm down his beating heart.

Nagito took a sip, put down the glass with a distorted expression, went to get the juice and drank it himself, and patiently waited for Kenneth to speak.

After a while, the man who had been so proud and refused to bow his head softly said words of thanks.

"Ming people don't talk dark words, what do you think of my previous proposal? One life for one mercury ball, you've made a lot of money, okay?"

Kenneth looked at a fool, and took out a new test tube containing a silver liquid from the suitcase.

Yueling marrow liquid is his proud creation, but it is also a consumable. Of course, he would not run out with only one, but he did not expect that this extra one would transform and save his life.

This can also be regarded as a rainy day.

"Magic is amazing."

Shaking the test tube, Nagito sighed in amazement: "I am the one who made money after seeing it this way. After all, in this world, only you can turn mercury into such a work."

It wasn't that the compliment was better than the compliment that brought back some of Kenneth's self-confidence, he snorted, and naturally accepted the compliment.

After accepting it, cold sweat broke out on his back again.

It can be imagined that in the previous situation, he released the moon spirit marrow fluid, and mobilized all the magic power in his body, making the magic circuit active.

At this time, if it wasn't for the young man on the opposite side who threw him down and let the origin bomb fall into the air...

He, the Patriarch of Archibald, is about to die completely in this strange land.

Do you still want to go back alive?

It was a joke that the famous magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu could let him go, maybe apart from him, even Sora would die here.

After all, she still undertakes the job of providing magic power to the spearmen. It is absolutely impossible for such a big hidden danger to remain.

Kenneth said it again in a more sincere tone. The other party didn't use this life-saving grace to threaten him to do more things, but just took away a Moon Spirit Essence that could be made repeatedly. high-spirited festival.

Nagito waved his hand casually: "It's enough to say it once, and I won't bother you when Edmund and your servants finish fighting."

"So you came here just to fight?"

The turbulent mental activity was hidden under the expressionless face, and Kenneth was still completely puzzled: "Are you leaving?"

"Do you want to stay for a meal?"

Nagito asked back: "It was originally here to provoke the relationship between your master and servant, but now the spearman's presence as a thorn in the eye is getting stronger and stronger, the mission goal has been achieved, why should I keep it?"

Of course, Kenneth didn't want to keep people for dinner, but he still felt dreamy.

"I thought you would ask me to transfer the Lancer's Command Seal to you."

Or, let him use the command spell directly, order the spearman to kill himself, and reduce one opponent to compete for the Holy Grail.

If the spearman really became his servant, he would probably be completely blackened the next second he transferred.

The reason why Edmund hasn't changed is related to his personal experience. He is Edmond and has retained the relevant memory skills, but he is not him.

It was more like a mixture of the emotion of revenge and that memory, and it was because of this that he was able to turn despair into energy and stay awake.

"Let's not think about it."

Rejecting Kenneth's kindness, Nagito told Edmund in his heart to let him make a quick decision.

Edmund was also quite dissatisfied with this increasingly weak opponent.

"Did you not eat?"

"Or did the Master not feed you?"

The latter question was full of ambiguity, and Sola, who was watching, couldn't help but think of another way to replenish the magic, that is, the exchange of body fluids.

The protagonists of the picture in his mind became Kenneth and the spearman, which made Sola dizzy as if he had been hit on his temple with a hammer.

You are a good opponent.

Fighting with followers, but can only rely on the magic power that existed in his body before, Diarmuid himself wanted to smile bitterly, he can probably guess what the young lady next to him was thinking, nothing more than exchanging magic power Conditions, let him do something.

I'm sorry, but he really can't do the way of begging in spite of his own face.

At worst, he would die in this place.

It was a pity for Diarmuid that the opponent was not the glorious swordsman he longed for, but the order to shut up still took effect, and he still couldn't make any other sounds.

Otherwise, he will refute the opponent's statement by himself, can't you get enough?A pure way of delivering magic, what are you talking about so fascinating.

"My Master is urging me."

Edmund took the time to look at Sola who was watching, and the eyes that had faded because of their departure covered them again after she stood back in the crowd.

It seems that this young lady is going to continue the act of cutting off the magic power until the last second.

There is nothing wrong with a woman leading a battle.

Lovely Demond didn't feel sorry.

It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat; it doesn't matter whether it is decent or not, as long as it wins, the loser has no chance to change.

Come fight!

Diarmuid got ready and rushed towards Edmund with two guns in hand.

At this critical moment, Kenneth, who has always been grinding the self-esteem of his followers, wished that he would fight with other followers at the cost of his own life, used the remaining two command spells to replenish Diarmuid magic.

Diarmuid almost fell from the sky in shock.

His master is probably controlled by something, isn't he, can this kind of insane operation be released?

What the hell?Master, why is he more elusive than when the enemy was still there.

[Hurry up and roll when you're done. 】

Kenneth's voice rang directly in Diarmuid's mind, and after that, he couldn't get a response no matter how he called or sent messages.

I should have been given up.

The premise of giving up is to supplement the magic power of his actions with Command Seals?

Whether this is love or hate, Diarmuid has no time to think about it. His previously transparent body solidified again, and the corner of Edmund's mouth also raised a crazy angle.

"Very good, very good, your master finally did a smart thing."

He stood still and waited for Diarmuid to adjust his state before attacking, giving the opponent full respect.

And being able to use the last period of his existence to have a hearty battle just fulfilled Diarmuid's wish.

He couldn't speak, so he responded with a relaxed and murderous smile.

All attention was on the enemy, and Diarmuid looked for Edmund's weak point, trying to penetrate the opponent's body with a gun.

It was useless, all his attacks were blocked by the iron-walled body, and he couldn't do any damage.

Edmond, who had no weapons, turned into weapons all over his body, making it even more difficult to deal with.

"Tiger, Huang Huang is burning."

Facing such a tenacious and desperate opponent, Edmund released his treasure, his speed suddenly increased, and the attack hit a place that Diarmuid could not defend, and at the same time he took a step ahead, stabbing at the All the spear points at his weak points were blocked.

Edmund, who was scary enough before, is now several times stronger, and he almost divides himself into several groups and beats Diarmuid together.

Hiding aside, Sora, who never looked away, finally felt something was wrong. She tried to let go of her magic power, but the bridge she had built with the spearman collapsed before she realized it. up.

"Impossible, impossible! Kenneth! What's going on!"

She yelled uncontrollably, and the sound penetrated the wall and reached Kenneth's ears.