[Zhongyingmei] I save the world by transforming

"Tell them, where, where."

"What an impatient bat. Okay, long time no see, I miss your old friend too." The clown pretended to be intimacy in a sweet tone, and he shook the poster again, "Although our relationship is very close, But cheating is not worth advocating! Look, it's because you can't set a good example that the Robins are always disobedient."

"Like every audience, you can only make one choice." The clown held up the poster high, and then tore it in half from the middle, and he was also torn in half in the painting, each showing his blood on one side. The big smile of the man said, "Choose, little bat! Which side do you want to save and which side do you want to kill?"

"Ah! By the way, because of the cheating of the Robins, unfortunately, you have lost your choice. You can only kill your other good friend Lincoln March!" As he said, he would write Detonate No. [-] The half-sheet of paper I had crumpled into a ball, threw it under my feet, and stepped on it a few times, wiping off the sweat that didn't exist.He wanted to turn to the camera again to say something, but before he could do it, he was pinned to the marble floor by the neck, suffocated by the increasing pressure of the powerful hands around his neck , "Repeat again. Tell me, where are they!"

What's more, Batman, who has no spirit of entertainment, even destroyed the camera. The TV crews who were threatened by the clown glanced at each other and fled quickly when they realized that Batman ignored them.

Even though the vocal cords were oppressed and gradually began to lack oxygen, the clown did not show timidity, but his smile widened, "Ahem... the Robins... are right under your feet. You know, if you save them, Lincoln will will die; save Lincoln and they will die. You want to save them all? Not this time!"

"Tick, tick, tick, tick...you don't have time to think about it."

Batman let go of his grip and threw the Joker's body aside.He leaned against the wall and stood up again, gasping for breath with his chest heaving violently, and laughed again, "No fun bat! I would have told my loyal audience more interesting things, such as, the real guest number one Not just our friend Lincoln."

"……What's the meaning?"

"It means that I originally designed a plot where they would find out that they killed themselves. Wouldn't it be more interesting to think that what they decided was other people's lives, but in fact it was their own?" He laughed more and more crazily, " And you, little bat, without a doubt, you are also one of the murderers."

To his surprise, the Batman in front of him was not furious, but watched him quietly.

"You're lying." He said, "It's only three days since you escaped from Arkham. No matter how you raise funds and manpower, completing the plan to attack the hospital and the TV station is your limit. You don't have the time and ability to complete more Lots of arrangements."

"You're not a god, clown, and you won't be."

There was a flash of surprise in the Joker's eyes, but he smiled even more happily in the face of this situation. This is Batman, isn't it?But at this moment, a bullet roared towards him from the blind spot of his sight!

But it failed to complete its mission, instead it made a tooth-piercing blunt sound as if it had hit some hard object. It spun for a long time before it was unable to recover and lost its kinetic energy, and fell to the ground clangingly.

It was a very ordinary male hand that caused the mission of the bullet that was supposed to come out of the clown's temple to fail. Its owner performed a Bajiquan strike and easily deciphered the bullet.

"Assassin?" There was still a golden spot of light around the owner of the hand that hadn't completely dissipated. He stood beside the not tall clown, giving off an unreasonable sense of oppression.He was wearing a pure black cassock, and a cross necklace that had been wiped clean hung on his chest. His dull black eyes followed the direction of the bullet and smiled slowly. The powerful right hand that blocked the bullet grabbed Batman at the side!

"Batman" didn't dodge, but threw a dagger at each of the clown's hands!

The priest raised his brows, and turned to block one of the daggers halfway, while the other one, the clown turned his body around with all his strength, so that the dagger only pierced his side.He almost went crazy on the spot, but not because he was attacked, but: "You are not my little bat!!"

Batman wouldn't use such an ugly and tasteless weapon! !Not to mention attacking with the purpose of causing limbs to be severed!

you! ooc! !

The "Batman" who failed in the sneak attack was lifted from the ground with one hand as easily as catching a cat by the priest. He tried to launch various attacks uninterruptedly, but these attacks were only trivial to the priest. Unable to shake him, "You know the existence of servants." The priest said firmly with his other hand behind his back, otherwise the people in front of him would not have targeted the master's hand with the command spell as soon as he came.

The clown grabbed his green hair vigorously, his eyes rolling back and forth uncontrollably, "Little Bat, why didn't you come to see me, but sent such a counterfeit!? Why, why!?" He murmured back and forth nervously After a few words, I figured out something, and stopped as if the pause button was pressed, and even smiled a little peacefully, "Yes, yes, I understand, that's it, this is him. He always That's right."

That's right, this is him... He doesn't give up on any of them.Stupid, stubborn Batman.

The priest didn't care what the clown said, his eyes were looking around, and when another gunshot rang out, he stretched out his other hand to hold the bullet casually, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but widen, "Caught is you."

"Really?" The fake Batman caught by him suddenly asked, the priest looked at him with awareness, and then he tried to let go, but this time, the fake Batman held him with all his strength arm, so that he couldn't shake the person away for a while.The pretender's whole body was lit up with golden light. Under such light, he burst from the center of the spiritual core, enveloping the priest completely in the explosion!

Alfred, who was far away in the Batcave, silently closed his eyes.

The power of Hundred-faced Hassan will weaken as the number of divisions increases. Therefore, before this dispatch, Baikui reduced the number of Hassans still active to less than ten.Except for Hassan, who is proficient in disguise, there are only two left to follow Batman, and the other two are looking for Dick and Jason under the TV station.

Although these preparations were originally intended to face Jack...but now the opponent who is more difficult to deal with can only show his cards in advance.

The explosion that gathered dozens of Hassan's forces directly changed the studio beyond recognition, and scorched equipment and props were scattered on the ground.But the black smoke dissipated, and the priest just raised his arm to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Other than that, he couldn't see any injuries on his body. It was caused by the short Holy Grail journey, and he helped his master to block part of the damage at close range.

But there was only a part of it that kept him from dying, and the rest was borne by the clown himself, so now he was blown out with a peaceful smile on his face.And this injury is nothing to this priest.He looked down at his master who had planned everything, and shook his head with a hint of joy, seemingly regretful, "It's really, really unfortunate that the battle that we were looking forward to ended in this way."

Bai Kui looked at the bloody hand of the clown, and on his right hand, he definitely saw two command spells. The first one was probably used in some kind of deal with the priest or in a blind attempt.

He looked again at the priest who was standing calmly in the field with the clown lying on his feet and his hands behind his back.

After losing cover and losing any sneak attack advantage, he slowly materialized and appeared on the field, pointing his gun at the opposite priest: "You are the heroic spirit summoned by the clown."

The moment he saw his face and expression clearly, a flash of joy that could be called joy flashed in the priest's dull eyes, and he almost couldn't wait to take a step forward, "Exactly."

...Is he Kotomine Kirei, or Rasputin?Bai Kui asked.

Rasputin's spiritual foundation, a mimic servant who descended from Kotomine Kirei's body.For the system explanation that has been silent for a long time, I can only analyze the spirit foundation for you.As for personality... I don't think you need to care about it either.When facing you, there is no doubt that it is Kotomine Kirei's personality, it's useless to think too much about it.

Bai Kui has no expression on his face, his alarm of danger perception has been pulled to the critical value.

Yes, it's useless to think too much.Because Kotomine Kirei is just a born bad person, he once suppressed his evil nature but later chose to accept it, and he can do any evil deeds that are unacceptable to ordinary people in pursuit of pleasure.And this kind of him, because of this, he only cares about Emiya Kiritsugu who also seems to be an empty shell inside, but he really wants to know what such Emiya Kiritsugu is pursuing, and now he is still because of Rasputin's spiritual foundation. It's just that I have gained more power than when I was a human being... that's just a fart!Isn't that enough hell! ?

Is this the tacit understanding between the master and the servant?Just the kind where the master meets a fanatical illegitimate meal, so the servants are also indispensable, and they are chased away together?

He is not Emiya Kiritsugu, he is almost becoming a stomachache Kiritsugu!

"Rasputin, are you going to stop me?" he asked, his fingertips firmly on the trigger.

"Oh? You can recognize my real name. Is this also the authority of the agent?" The priest whose real name is Rasputin smiled deeper, "There are still many servants who stopped me by self-destruct just now, and there are still many under your command. And they are now desperately trying to help you save those two teenagers."

"It just so happens that I'm curious about you, not just the body I'm using, but also myself. The moment I saw you, I was very concerned about the feelings that erupted in the heart of this body. But I don't have the memory he has." He took two steps forward slowly with a drawn out voice, while Bai Kui's hand holding the gun remained motionless, "So, do you mind taking the time to answer some of my questions?"

Bai Kui's answer is yes, but I refuse!One of my favorite things is to say no to self righteous people!

The origin bomb with the characteristics of cutting and reconnecting burst out!The priest had expected it a long time ago. He originally intended to block the gun with his hand in the same way, but the moment before he actually touched the bullet, he sensed the characteristics attached to it, flipped his wrist halfway to dodge, and the original bullet grazed him. The back of his hand passed by, leaving a burn-like mark, and the parts that were rubbed were black like necrosis.

"Oh? It's such an ability. The essence of a heroic spirit is the body of a magical aggregate. If it is injured by this kind of bullet, it will be very difficult." As the part of Rasputin, he had a prophecy related to it before his death. Mysterious rumors, so the priest who also gained some insights after becoming a heroic spirit quickly made a judgment, and then he rushed to the front of Baikui at an unimaginable speed, and punched!

"But that is to say, it doesn't matter if you don't get hit."

At the same moment, in an abandoned orphanage, Batman was battling with dozens of Talons and punched Talons in the stomach, then sideways dodged another sharp knife that was stabbing at him, and grabbed The claw's hand that held the knife knocked it over with force.

He heard a servant he seldom contacted say: I need support... master.

Batman has also figured out the true purpose of the Command Seal, and it is obvious that it is the most cost-effective way to use it for strengthening and healing.At this time, neither of them has time to waste explaining the battle situation. Since Emiya believes that the strengthening of Command Seals is necessary, then...

"In the Name of the Command Spell"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Gotham, night, rooftop.

Emiya Kiritsugu carried Batman forward at full speed, Khaki broke away from Tai! !

The priest held the clown by the collar and chased after him, laughing wildly and joyously.

#Don't come here! #

ps: Chapter [-] is Alterego under Alien Star God, and the clown was originally an ordinary person with zero magic talent, so the strength cannot be generalized, that is to say, if it is cut, if it is not cut... it can tear more than [-] pan-human histories The priest of Heroic Spirit... Mmm.

感谢在2021062219:04:292021062319:25:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Jiangcheng;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Qinshui Lily, Xiao Mupa and its zz shrimp crawler, squatting at the bottom of the pit to see you, 10 bottles of Ruiyi; 2 bottles of weny;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!