Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Let me ask, what would happen if a large naginata was thrown from a high altitude with all its strength?

Thank you, as the decider and best viewer of this action, I can tell you responsibly:

Falling objects are terrifying.

I seriously suspect that Yan Rong learned a hand from Arash, who is an Archer, before I knew it. The way he swung his body out just now resembled a certain nuclear bomb sword fairy.

"boom--"

A semicircular crater exploded in the center of the ground, and Laer, who was originally in the center of the circle, dodged to the side at a speed fully worthy of his agility value.

I glanced at the back of Master Lancer's lowered hand, and there were three Command Spells, not one missing.

yeah.

I clenched my fist quietly in my heart.

Perfect interruption.

Yanrong thoughtfully placed me on the street light with the best distance and view.

Facing everyone's gaze, I tightened my cloak without haste, and adjusted my sitting posture comfortably enough.

There is no way, in my current state, I can only maintain a little balance by sitting.

Fortunately I am not afraid of heights.

"Waiting for a long time, Moses Moses~"

Finally, I stabilized my center of gravity, and waved to the two people who were stalemate below, beckoning cat, "Good evening, are you all okay?"

I have to say that the view here is really good, and I can understand Mr. Jin's hobbies a little bit.

The magic trick that prevailed was that the killer didn't respond to my greeting.

The Lancer master who was threatened had a very embarrassed expression and did not respond to me.

In the silence, the gunman bent down silently and picked up the red rose that fell on the ground.

Good, heavy atmosphere.

Didn't the blow just now break the deadlock?

I clasped the fingers on the edge of the street lamp unconsciously, and my brain turned wildly.

As an opponent, there is no sympathy, no mercy.

that--

How do the bad guys act?

"Hmm!" I cleared my throat cautiously, "It seems that my uninvited visit seems to have disturbed the communication between the two Masters?"

"..."

I seem to hear the sound of the cold wind blowing through the fallen leaves.

But, damn it, I shouldn't have allowed Yan Rong to return to the main body just now, my queen's praise is gone!

I stubbornly strained my expression. The advantage of my height and the breath I just got off the battlefield gave me a condescending feeling without having to perform specially.

"Although it's a bit hasty."

The bad guy who was temporarily on duty reached the back of his hand to the blind spot of his vision, and clasped the edge of the street lamp tightly, and glanced at the people below lightly while wearing his clothes: "I sent Rider away and wanted to go back to rest, but suddenly I remembered that I was with this handsome little Lancer. My brother still has an appointment to fight, and it seems that someone wants to grab this prey from me?"

I deliberately swept my eyes away from the bowed Laer's head, looked at the obviously tense magician, and unwittingly controlled the little magic power left to release a big release, and at the same time the voice sank:

"Is that so, Saber's true master, Emiya-san?"

The sniper scope not far away was aimed at me immediately, and I returned a harmless smile in the locked direction.

"Oh, don't be so nervous, Ms. Assistant, I'm not here to stop you." Wrapped in a wide cloak, I shook my feet and chattered.

"I'm here to join you~"

I kept an impeccable smile and looked at the man who was holding the gun steadily, with no highlights in his eyes.

Emiya Kiritsugu was silent for a while, put away his hands, and backed away.

"No."

"That's great☆"

I was really relieved, but I found that the man who had retreated into the shadows was more wary of me.

...It's okay, the process is not important, as long as the goal is achieved.

"Heroic Spirit," said the head of the troubled Archibald family, even when he was seen in the most embarrassing situation, his metallic voice still maintained elegance and arrogance, "Are you declaring war on Lancer?"

"Of course not," I laughed, "Your Majesty, I am declaring war on you."

Emiya Kiritsugu, who retreated not far away, frowned, but I raised my chin, signaling to everyone the knife stuck in the bottom of the pit.

"Om..."

On the semicircular ground where the cracks spread, the naginata shook slightly, and out-of-season cherry blossoms gushed out from the cracks.

"Om-!"

The invisible spiritual pressure wrapped more and more petals to spin upwards, and the raging blizzard exploded.

The first thing that appeared was the shiny knife face waving the air, and a hand with a black half-fingered glove on the hilt.

"Click, click."

With the sound of footsteps, a figure with an absolutely oppressive height stepped out of it.

"Gahahahahaha—who wants to be hunted!"

The visitor has orange hair and orange pupils. Although the clothing has the obvious style of a local monk, the color is bold and bright. In addition, there is a scarlet rosary hanging around his neck, a strong armor with cold light on his shoulders, and a sharp The shark teeth, and the killing spirit that is exactly the same as the murderous soldiers in his hands, all show unabashedly——

This is a monk.

"Naginata/monk." Emiya Kiritsugu confirmed to the assistant in the headset in a low voice, "It's not a human...and it's not a heroic spirit."

"Hey, that little brother over there," the man who appeared on the stage had a malicious smile on his face, and swung his knife without saying hello with a violent Reiatsu that had not subsided, cutting six deep ravines. "Are you a knight?"

"Hiss—" I took advantage of the time when everyone was attracted, and whispered to the doctor next to me, "It really seems like Yan Rong is playing the villain."

"Huahua," the doctor weighed his words, and also lowered his voice: "Why don't you think he is showing his true colors?"

"Isn't this what it should be? It's normal for a weapon to have a fierce aura," I whispered, "But it just feels like Yan Rong is a little angry?"

"..." The doctor said tactfully, "Huahua, don't you really think there's something wrong with you?"

"Huh?" I always feel that this conversation is similar, "I seem to have heard this question once?"

"That's because Huahua is the first time you praised him for being handsome," the doctor gave up the detour, and said in a loud voice, "You—you think he is handsome? Huahua, just blink when you are charmed!"

"What are you talking about, it's weird, and my aesthetics haven't broken," so I also shook my voice, "And I'm playing a bad guy, isn't it true for bad women?"

I tried very hard to act like Koyanskaya!

To be on the safe side, I used the tone of the standard answer Mei Lijiang!

"..." The doctor opened his mouth in vain, closed it, opened his mouth again, and finally closed his mouth with his hands together.

I turned my head angrily when my professional ability was questioned.

Thanks to the fact that the confrontation below is heating up, no one pays attention to the argument between me and the doctor.

Fortunately, my character set was saved.

Lancer below was confronted with a provocation that was almost stepped on his face, so naturally he did not remain silent.

He first skillfully turned his spear to sweep away the saber energy that could be coming towards him, and took a step forward.

"Yes."

To put it simply and concisely, the point of the demon-breaking Red Rose spear was raised, and the destructive Yellow Rose was slightly lowered to protect the flanks.

"Who are you?"

"Yan Rong." The man with a ferocious expression put his other hand on the handle of the knife, stepped forward with his front foot, and his momentum sank, making the same gesture as when I declared war, "The sword pays the gods. "

The expression of the monarch of the ore department on the other side changed slightly, and he looked at me eagerly.

"My knife." I didn't care what he guessed, but I just switched to the haughty expression that I had withdrawn from him, and sneered, "I said, I'm declaring war on you."

As the lord, I declare war on you.

"If you don't answer, I'll have to deal with you first, okay? Monarch Lord Mian Xia☆"

Next, Yanrong's declaration of war has just reached the final step:

"I fight for my lord, knight, what about you?"

"Yan Rong—" I no longer looked at the magician with a more rigid expression, and called out to my knife loudly.

"Let's go! Go hunting!"

"Obey, my lord." Fu Sangshen super-comprehensively changed the call out on the spot, "Betting everything will bring you victory!"

Thanks to Yan Rong for his high cooperation, I put on a proud and ostentatious smile, and deliberately looked at the opponent who was obviously motionless below.

Pushed to this point, I don't believe you can bear it——

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lancer, go all out!"

The unique metallic voice comes from the master of Lancer who was cornered by me.

The magic power brought by the Holy Grail filled the spearman's body in an instant, and he turned his head in disbelief.

The proud El-Melloi did not let go of his hand that had lost a command spell, and continued to sing.

"In the name of Command Seals, Lancer, defeat your opponent!"

The second Command Seal was also fading rapidly. Since it was not a mandatory command, it was transformed into a huge amount of magic power like the first Command Seal, which was replenished into the spearman's spiritual core.

"Om-!"

The huge turmoil of magic power messed up the Celtic knight's hair, was it the sigh caused by the overflowing power?The two guns in his hand vibrated and buzzed at this moment!

Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, the master who issued two orders that he judged to be "ineffective and wasteful", has not stopped yet:

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lancer—"

Unexpectedly, but not at all unexpectedly, the corners of my mouth curled up.

"Lancer, bring me victory!"

After three strokes of the command spell, the heroic spirit will completely break free from the shackles of the master.

He is free.

In the darkness, the knight's yellow eyes were as bright as gold, and magic power and gushing fighting spirit erupted from his whole body.

"Miss Heroic Spirit," Emiya Kiritsugu's voice was low and depressed as always. "You have created yourself a difficult opponent."

"It doesn't matter, I am happy." I laughed happily.

And, you, do you really not understand my intentions?

I stared at the sparks hit by the knife and gun with scorching eyes, refusing to let go of the slightest bit of the scene.

I dare to do this, of course there is a reason.

The master of Lancer over there has already issued the order of self-judgment in half, that is to say, the relationship between the monarch and his subjects must be close to breaking down.

The eight virtues of chivalry are humility, loyalty, but at the same time, honor.

The dignity and honor of being a knight.

He probably won't want to stay anymore.

In other words, he will seek death in battle.

The same is true.

Even if I force his master to this point, I will release all three command spells and let him go free.

However, it is still too late.

Lancer, who abides by etiquette, did not respond to these three words from his Master.

So, the winner will be me.

"I have always firmly believed that no one is more determined than me!"

I tore off the wide cloak I was wearing, the remaining body temperature inside had been blown away by the night wind, so it was meaningless to tie it up again, it would be better to make a banner——

I held up the cloak with the words "Evil Ghost Slayer" printed on the back with iron painted silver hooks, and the night wind above and the fighting air rising from below intertwined, making it rattle.

That is the certificate and medal left by us who have conquered a world together.

"—My Yanrong is the strongest!"

We are the strongest!