Head of Chaldea

The camps participating in the Holy Grail War are divided into black and black. Jack the Ripper is an assassin who belongs to the black side's thousand world tree, and Amakusa Shiro is obviously the red side.

"You're planning to let the Thousand Boundary Tree take the blame." Even though he said that, Merlin's voice still sounded very happy, and he knew it was the master who didn't think the matter was too big.

"In the Holy Grail War with Amakusa Shiro, there must be such things as taking the blame on the opposite side. I just painted the pot a little blacker." Fujimaru Tachika is very confident, "Shakespeare's treasure can directly interfere with the spirit of the heroic spirit , Breaking down people from the inner side, no matter who I bring wins this treasure, the ending will be a hundred times harder than attacking the sect."

"In terms of cost performance, this is indeed the best solution." Merlin applauded him and told him some information by the way.

First of all, berserker Spartacus of the red team was provoked and was going to the Castle of the Tree of Thousand Realms in Tulifas alone. The archer Atalanta and the rider Achilles of the red team were chasing him, trying to stop him.

The Saber summoned by the red side is Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table, who is staying in Tulipas with the master at this time.

The young man put away the lighter and lamented how lucky he was: "What kind of a golden opportunity is this? If I don't go to church, I feel that I have lost a lot of money."

"The great hero of India, Karna, is inside."

"Our side also has it," he said with a smile. "Besides, the reinforcements sent by Da Vinci have also arrived. There is no reason to lose here, right?"

After finishing speaking, Fujimaru Tachika immediately added earnestly: "Also, the bombing of the church I'm talking about is not really using explosives to blow up, but it's just for Amakusa to come to his lair to create a chance, enough for me to kill Shakespeare. That's fine. Churches are already considered cultural relics, and everyone is responsible for caring for places of interest, so let me restrain your outstanding actions."

After nightfall, Sighisoara fell into silence.

This silence also made the knock on the door clearer, spread farther, and continued to echo and intensify in the empty auditorium.

The two people who were talking in the auditorium were all taken aback for a moment. The peerless beauty with black hair and golden eyes and a decadent temperament turned her head and asked in a joking tone: "Oh... my master, what are you going to do? This is already a blatant invitation Now, to fight or not to fight, it's up to you to choose, before your throat is cut, I will give you a glass of poisoned wine to see you off."

"It's really scary, assassin." The white-haired and brown-skinned young man replied, but he couldn't feel any fear in his tone, which made the woman a little annoyed. For the time being, I still understand."

Outside the auditorium, an unexplained thick fog covered the area at some point, and it was so thick that it could not be seen clearly at a distance of one meter.

"Wait, master." The woman stopped the priest, "There is magic in the fog. This is not a simple fog. If you walk in with a human body, you will be poisoned on the spot. It will be difficult to move."

"However, playing tricks like poison in front of the oldest poison killer in human beings, the attitude of playing tricks is unbelievable. It seems that the other party has underestimated us." The young man grasped the black handle between his five fingers, "The other party will hand it over to us." Here you go, Semiramis."

Semiramis left something in his hands, and chuckled, "Of course."

She raised her hand, and a dark green door suddenly appeared behind her. The phantom of Xilong broke through the door, and sprayed a poisonous breath with its neck up!

Pushed away by that breath, the dense fog disappeared immediately, revealing a weak body.The little girl with white hair and golden pupils stood there, wearing a tattered and bloodstained cloak.

Semiramis raised his lips, and rested a pigeon on his beautifully shaped fingertips: "Hehe, I only know a little bit about magic, but you really can't see enough. It's okay, as far as performance is concerned good."

The other party's aura suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of her, the blade was flipped, revealing a fierce light, and the child's cheerful voice sounded: "Hehe, aunt's breath blocking and agility don't look like an assassin. ! It’s to such an extent that I can’t even boast!”

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew to a high place, leaving only a few feathers scattered in the air. Semiramis laughed back angrily, "Hmph, little girl!"

The fog dissipated, and the enemies who came to visit were also exposed.

The cleric originally wanted to say a few words as an opening remark, but the other party raised his hand without saying a word.

The flames of war stopped in front of the church.No matter how the two masters fight outside or how the two servants fight, they deliberately do not affect this place, making it a utopia independent of war.

"Oh, my book hasn't been finished yet, so there's no reason why it should be folded here." The man with short brown hair huddled in a corner, nervously watching the battle outside, "I hope it will be more exciting! As the so-called collection of materials is also Part of writing!"

"Well, I also hope it's a good game outside, so they can't hear the sound from here."

A clear voice suddenly appeared in the ear, the man paused, and the man asked again: "Huh? Why don't you turn around and take a look?"

Shakespeare almost jumped out, and the pen and book appeared in his hand in an instant, but what caught his eyes was a young man in casual clothes, looking like a tourist who had strayed here.

"Good evening, Shakespeare." The other party waved his hand as a greeting, and a little silver light leaked from his hand, "Originally I planned to knock you down, but this is the Holy Grail War anyway, I can't let you go in an unknown way white."

"Ha...is it time for tobeornottobe?" Shakespeare's forehead was dripping with cold sweat when he was told directly, "We are just a writer, so we don't need such a big fight, right? But your followers are outside right now Fighting against my master, although I have no great ability in combat, far inferior to others, but there is only one thing that I am quite confident——!"

The young man slowly opened the device in his hand, and a small warm flame sprang up. It turned out to be a delicate silver lighter.

His pupils as blue as the sea were ignited by the flames, and he asked each word with a pause: "Who told you that my servant is only one?"

The shadow on the ground elongated and spread around, carrying endless malice, coming from the end of hell with the pleasure of revenge.With a gloved hand on the young man's shoulder, he moved the lighter knowingly to help light the tobacco in the other's hand.

"This, this is really... a great battle has been created for our generation!"

Shakespeare was laughing dryly while backing away. He was about to rub the soles of his feet with oil and sneak away while they were interacting. Unexpectedly, a strong force from behind hit his waist and sent him directly in the direction of the two!

"Of course, because you are a follower who will not be harmed as long as the master is safe and sound," Fujimaru Tachika said kindly, "Have you added invincibility to yourself, Shakespeare?"

The writer subconsciously nodded, and then heard the young man excitedly say: "Hurry up! King of the Caves, the man who opened the steel is determined to hit him!"

Shakespeare:  …

"Could it be... a skill that can restrain our king?" Shakespeare sweated even more, "Ah, wait, wait, there is still room to talk! Just give us a room and write a new book to the spiritual base There is no problem in dissipating!"

Fujimaru Tachika smiled: "Do you think I will let you go?"

Semiramis was about to direct the phantom to tear that stinky girl into pieces, when the fog rose again, and after clearing again, the slope in front of the church was nothing but scattered grass and uprooted trees Other than that, nothing else.

"Retreat?" She frowned.

"It seems to be." The priest put away the sword in his hand, his expression was a little dignified, he hesitated to speak, and changed the subject, "Let's go in first, the side of the sky garden has not been found, right?"

"Of course, this is what my lord wants, and of course I will be more careful."

"Let's go back."

As soon as he stepped through the door, the brown-haired writer greeted him immediately, "Oh, oh, what a heroic figure! You are indeed the commander of my servants, and the inspiration is rushing towards me like a tide! Hurry up, hurry up and write down these brilliant ideas!"

"Shakespeare... you bastard!" Semiramis was the first to be overwhelmed, "Where did you go during the battle!"

"My generation is not a heroic spirit of the combat department, you should know this, empress."

The clergyman smoothed things over: "He's right, he's not useful here. Semiramis, you're tired too, go and rest."

"My generation's inspiration has come!" After finishing speaking, the writer ran away.

Back in his room, Shakespeare was not in a hurry to write his own book, but sat on the chair in front of the table, crossed his legs, naturally relaxed his elbows and leaned on the armrest, and his fingers faced each other, forming a pyramid shape.

He looked in the direction of Tulipas from a distance, and his tone faded from the previous exaggeration: "Very wise choice, my assistant. Alright, let's see how the writer's work should be done now, I don't know how this time Is the state of affairs here to entertain me a little bit?"

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