[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

The whole body exudes a faint white light, and even the harness is indifferent silver-white, and the feeling of fit seems to be one with the owner.

The female cavalry on horseback looked solemn.Even when faced with the scene where two Heroic Spirits who were concentrating on fighting each other were being rushed away due to her arrival, her expression did not change at all.

Both Saber and Berserker dodged backwards.The charge of the war horse brought them quite a shock.

"May I ask if you are a rider? Is it impolite to suddenly break into the battle between me and Berserker?" The long-haired knight frowned, bowed his body, and put on a fighting posture.

"I just followed the Master's order."

A very friendly voice, but Rider's childish face is still expressionless.Under the silver light, her figure was so awe-inspiring, full of indescribable arrogance and righteousness, that it was almost impossible to look directly at her.

"Did your master ask you to come here to disrupt the situation? It would be too reckless to fight two servants at the same time." It was Aqiya behind the black giant who spoke, "You are so brainless, you ran here to die ?”

She did perceive that there were at least three masters watching the battle from a distance, but she never thought that there would be such a stupid master in this world!

This is the battlefield belonging to Berserker and Saber, and it is a domain independent of the outside world.The secret harmony of this realm must not be disturbed by man.What are the consequences of a third party breaking in?If there is not enough ability to interfere with the two, if there is no ability to match the combination of the two, then it is impossible to talk or shake hands in this field.

8 The first night - under the false battle

"Behind the flower bed!"

Tsk, have you been found...

With Diarmuid's cry, the tracked person finally appeared in front of the two.It is located behind the flower bed at a distance of about 25 meters from their two o'clock direction.

He seemed soundless, illusory and real.A black cloak was worn over the tight black armor, and a silver skull mask covered his face. Assassin's whole body is like a illusory black shadow.

The dark-haired spearman raised his two pistols, one red and one yellow.The red long spear is placed horizontally in front of the chest, and the yellow short spear is placed obliquely at the side, each of which is wrapped in a spell to hide the true name of the Noble Phantasm.At the same time, a thin sword appeared in the hand of the white-haired woman behind him.

When Diarmuid's spear fell from the sky at lightning speed, the assassin drifted away like a ghost, and the cloak was instantly deformed and passed under the spear like clay that had been kneaded at will.

The corners of Diarmuid's tightly pursed mouth suddenly rose a little.

——When Sombra dodged his attack, Heyamendi made a move.

The silver-white rapier swung towards Assassin's head, and a ray of fire flashed out, nimble as a snake, and approached the black shadow.

Diarmuid's spear stabbed over again.

Facing the nearly perfect flanking attack of the two, Assassin did not panic.His whole body condensed into a black ball in an instant, and escaped from the perfect coordination.

"...!"

how did you do that?

Diarmuid, who was completely aroused to fight, saw his sharp eyes, his movements were as fast as lightning, and the spear in his hand swam like a snake, blocking the escape route.

The efforts of the spearmen were only exchanged for a piece of broken black cloth.

"what!"

"Follow him."

The white-haired woman said softly.

Diarmuid nodded to her and chased after her.

Strange, why was the fight so fierce without any residents noticing it?

The place where I chase assassin is a courtyard of a row of houses behind.The black shadow of the assassin was buried in the grass, but it failed to escape the eyes of the pursuers.

Diarmuid stepped on his toes and rushed forward.

assassin backwards.

In an instant, [The Demon-Breaking Red Rose] stabbed his left arm, leaving a not-so-deep wound on the bicep.The assassin turned over and staggered back, like floating among the treetops.

—Chew, this guy, is he still hanging around here and refusing to leave?Somehow, Heyamendi flew to the tree.

On the branch, the white-haired woman fought fiercely with the assassin.

A red magic circle appeared on the back of Heyamendi's hand.While wielding the sword, he quickly walked along the slender branches with short steps.Flames shot from the silver sword.Every blow, Assassin easily dodged like a ghost.

Unable to withstand the flames, the branches slowly cracked.

Assassin then dodged Heyamendi's four attacks from different directions.

Branches are broken.Hoyamendi, who seemed unaware of this, fell from above.Diarmuid strode forward to catch her.Taking advantage of this gap, Assassin quickly jumped into the air, fluttering around his body, and disappeared in front of the two of them.

This battle, whether it starts or ends, is so fast.It seems that the two sides are just casual tentative fighting, not like a life-and-death struggle at all.

"It's better to let him run away." He Yamendi moaned not regretfully in the direction where the black shadow disappeared, "Ah... Lancer, you can let me down."

After placing Heyamendi on the ground, Diarmuid stared closely at his master, his eyes changing drastically.He bit his lip.

"Is this okay? It will be seen that you are the master and I am the servant."

——Because the only ones who can use magic are the master besides the caster. Although Heyamendi used his sword as a cover, the fire light cannot be ignored.Even though the other party thinks that Heyamendi is a servant with the title of caster, Diarmuid, who is holding a gun, doesn't look like a master in any way.

Not only that--

The fact that Heyamendi could confront the Servant for a short time also made Diarmuid feel unbelievable.The sword carrying the flame must have absorbed the fire spell that should have appeared in Heyamendi's left hand, because the same magic circle appeared on the back of that hand as when he eliminated the familiar.

Yes, that rapier has the ability to absorb the ability of the holder and release it.The master had spoken to him.

but……

Hoyamendi raised his head and looked up at himself?p>

Han Thuo smiled indistinctly, "It can be concluded that the owner of the assassin is definitely not the guy who sent the demon to spy on us. So, it's okay."

"Master, please forgive me, you were really...too messy just now."

"Where is it?"

"Confronting servants should be left to me. In case you get hurt..." Diarmuid did not continue.In case He Yamendi gets hurt, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand here again.

"Isn't there still you, Lancer."

"That's impossible... At that time, you and Assassin were fighting in a tree, and I couldn't intervene at all. If my gun accidentally injured you, the consequences would be even more unimaginable."

So didn't I fall from the tree just in time—Heyamendi almost blurted out.

She looked in the direction where the assassin disappeared, and then at Diarmuid.The latter's expression always feels a little...unnatural?

She suddenly had an evil thought.

"Ah, let me guess. Do you think I'm slowing you down, lancer? After all, it's because I fell from a tree that you couldn't stop assassin. If you didn't take me into consideration, he wouldn't have been so easy. escape."

Regarding Heyamendi's sudden questioning tone, Diarmuid maintained a very cautious attitude, bowing his body respectfully.

"No... my lord, I have absolutely no intention of that."

His mistress, even though the spell never hit Assassin, it was also true that Assassin couldn't fight back.For most of the heroic spirits, modern magic can't cause effective damage to them at all, and the master has done a good job-this is Diarmuid's real thought.

Even though Assassin's escape had the factor of being one against two at a disadvantage, Heyamendi's daring to take the initiative to attack the Servant was enough to amaze him.

But why, the master would say that?

There seems to be nothing wrong with these two people, but why... do they always look so wrong?

Diarmuid denied Heyamendi's first guess, and she quickly proposed a second.

"What's that? Fighting with too much bullying makes you feel uncomfortable? I know you are a knight who likes one-on-one fair duels."

"It is true that I am a knight, but I am also your servant... I am very happy to be able to fight with the Master. This is my Diarmuid's honor."

He Yamendi smiled contentedly.

"Well said, Lancer. I hope you can maintain this clear understanding until the end of the Holy Grail War."

"It's...natural."

——No, it’s different from before.Diarmuid told himself so.

In the past, He Yamendi, every time he doubted him, his expression was quite cold.But now, can cunning be used to describe the smile on her face?

Thankfully, for whatever purpose, this topic is finally over.

"Then tell me, what do you think of Assassin? You stabbed him."

"Once entering the battle, assassin's breath-blocking ability will be lost. In front of me, his speed can't account for it."