[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Suddenly, the silk thread on the left and right wrists drew a deadly arc and flew out.

He Yamendi swung his sword, slashing at the several silk threads flying towards him.After a few ding dings, the silk threads that touched the rapier flew out in the opposite direction, and each bounced away.After a while, it quickly changed direction and attacked from several other directions.

The silk thread aimed at the head on the woman's neck ended up hitting her left arm.It's suffocating - those threads!Wrapping up layer by layer, I don't know how long it is, slowly wrapping He Yamendi's arm.

"How?...Did you pick it up with your left hand on purpose?"

Lift the left hand to cover the head, and then wait for the silk thread to come properly.The hit arm was slowly lowered, and Rhode's hand joint was tied to the other end.Not only the hand joints, but also the fingers and wrists.Understood, the man with the golden-gray hair can connect silk threads to any part that can be seen with his hands.

——The "spoon hand weapon" that was originally hidden in the cuff of the coat formed a connection with the hand through magic.

"Miss, let me introduce to you. These threads are all spring steel wires, processed by magic, which can easily cut through the human body. Although I appreciate your courage in sacrificing your left arm, this is a great loss. Next You have no chance of winning in a duel."

Pull it hard, and the whole arm will be dismembered like a broken doll, and it will be scattered on the ground in pieces.However, the expected picture did not appear.

These vague threads seem to be very good at capturing an object, rather than penetrating it completely.Hoyamendi discovered this when Subu died.That's why she stretched out her left hand fearlessly to block the attack.

"...that's impossible."

The left arm was not damaged at all.The arm wrapped in silk thread, except for the folds of the clothes, there is no bloody and blurred scene, nothing happened.

Amid Rhode's surprised sound, He Yamen raised his sword and slashed down hard.In the next second, the broken silk thread was immediately taken back to the owner's side.

"Barely, this kind of hardness seems to be able to be cut off."

Rhodes no longer maintained a sitting posture.He got up and stood in the dark room, lowering his eyes slightly, with an unpredictable expression.

Why can't it be cut off--

"What is the secret of your left arm...?"

"No comment."

"Well, women are really petty creatures. 'The wisest man is the least wasted time--Alighieri Dante, 1265-1321.' That level still doesn't catch me."

Just as Rhodes' melodious voice fell, the front of the object held in Heyamendi's right hand emitted bright red light.

"Are you going to run away like this, professor?" He Yamendi said blankly, "Correct your mistake. It's not arresting, it's killing."

In the next instant, the silver sword burst out with the light of Buddha fireworks.

***

It was just after four o'clock in the morning, and the rarely seen streets were deserted.But there is always a small group of people who wander the streets writhing drunken bodies after a wild and hearty night out.Especially in the casino street in the new urban area, there are still a considerable number of people staying.

High and low lights flickering on the road, brightly colored light from nightclub windows, shiny decorations or paint on fashionable women... The light presented at this point in time is dim and ambiguous.

Only the light was different.

At first, people thought it was fireworks.

It wasn't until the gorgeous windows of the "Golden Emperor's House" casino flew into the air like an explosion that everyone realized that something was wrong.

But the incident happened suddenly, and almost no one noticed the two people who jumped out in the violent wind of the explosion.

Rhodes sprinted on the densely packed roofs, and 20 meters behind him was Heyamendi who was running at a speed not inferior to him.

It is Rod Hawk's unique skill to move by continuously catching the protruding parts of the building with silk threads.It is with such a unique way of moving that we can quickly get rid of the tracking and return to our residence after leaving the shallow battlefield.

It looked like the clown was bouncing around on the roof.

But this speed is far behind compared to teleportation.There is no teleportation in the magic field. The principle of Rhodes' fast movement comes from the silk thread of his hands, grabbing the protruding parts of various buildings, and jumping closely between points.If other people concentrate on watching, they can still catch the looming figure.

Although he didn't know what method the woman who was chasing him was using, but the speed was no less than his own, which made Rhodes feel quite uneasy.

He who was in the lead kept turning his head to look at the white-haired woman behind him, hissing like a poisonous snake from his throat.The woman's left hand is faintly visible—what is that?

During the seemingly endless pursuit, the rapier in Heyamendi's hand swung a blow at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye—this sword, which can manifest all its abilities, absorbed the red blood on the back of his left hand. The high temperature generated by the magic power in the magic circle is enough to cut off all substances.

Locking on the target, the torrent of flames that shot out from the tip of the sword has turned into a long strip of fiery red radiation, transpiring the surrounding night fog into hot air, and slashed towards the man in front.

Rhodes jumped vigorously in the dark, and he maintained that weird moving state, constantly bouncing.

"too naive!"

The energy manifested by the silver sword struck a certain roof that had been stepped on by the professor several seconds ago.

This guy... is a bit tricky.

He Yamendi kicked on his boots and stopped walking.Unable to aim while moving, had to stop.The silver sword no longer flashed red, but instead a fireball the size of a balloon appeared on her left palm and was thrown forward at will.

The move appealed to the professor, at least in part.

Rhode turned his head, just in time for the fireball to fly by about five meters away and explode.

The deviation was quite outrageous, but it was a bit late when he realized that the other party's target was not his own.Underfoot—the deserted stable collapsed as if shot by a cannon.

The body sank.Rhodes, who had lost his foothold, released the silk thread with his right hand towards the chimney of a certain roof in front of him in a hurry.Before he could shrink, the woman holding the sword had already come behind him.

The steaming heat is about to come to the front door!

But Rhodes still has a left hand.

This mysterious magician is quite skilled.The manipulated silk thread suddenly shot out in an inconceivable direction, taking away the figure in the long black coat.Although he looked quite embarrassed, he managed to get away from his pursuers.

He Yamendi glanced indifferently in the direction where Rhodes was fleeing, and then moved his gaze to his left hand.

Two magic circles, one silver and one red, are drawn on it.Densely covered the back of the white hand.The round shape ensures that the magic power will not be lost.Many circuits represent a huge amount of mana to be consumed.In the silver circle is a hexagram, embedded in the skin, in the red circle is a pentagram, floating on the silver magic circle.That silver thing is probably the secret of her ability to move quickly.

It took less than 3 minutes to enter the "phantom" state, and my body was already a little tired.The obstacle of the body of the undead is too great, this is not a spell that the current self can cast for a long time.

Hoyamendi returned to the ground.

Where did that professor go?

In the eyes of ordinary people, her figure is equivalent to suddenly appearing in the air.The people on the street, without exception, all stared at her with wide eyes.

"Are you looking for me, miss."

A friendly but somewhat cold voice made Heyamendi raise his head.

On a hijacked carriage, stood the black figure of Rhodes smiling kindly.It's really bad luck, there is a simple and honest coachman, a drunk fat man and a lightly dressed fragrant woman on the night carriage.

The woman held in front of him was twisting her beautiful face in fear.Rhodes took off the woman's wide-brimmed lace hat decorated with feathers, ribbons, and artificial flowers, freed up a hand, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with kindness.

"Throw away the sword. Be obedient. If you take another step forward, I will dismember her in front of everyone."

Heyamendi put down the horizontally held rapier, but did not throw it away as he said.The left hand is hidden behind the skirt, secretly operating something.

"Still not well-behaved-I mean, throw away the sword." With the hostage in hand, Rhodes looked confident, thinking that it was impossible for the other party to resist anymore.And the arrogance emanating from this confidence can almost fill the whole street.

Until a cold voice woke him up, like a small shard of glass cutting his cheek.

"Kill it."

"...Miss, is your head bad?"

"I have never been an envoy of justice. I only protect people who are important to me." Acting has the upper hand, but this is He Yamendi's sincere words.

"……are you serious?"

"Yes. Do it quickly, and let me appreciate how you cut off a person's head again."

Protests against the white-haired woman's words gradually emerged from the sparse crowd.

What is this woman thinking?Rhodes, who couldn't guess the enemy's mind, had gloomy eyes full of doubts and uncertainties.But he figured it out right away.Irony?Want to provoke yourself on purpose?This professor, who is a leader in philosophy, literature, history, and psychology, quickly calmed down and judged that this woman was playing the old trick of trying to get her.

"You really think I dare not?"

"--Please."

Deliberately