[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Spirits appeared earlier in the skulls of the dead all over the earth.

The cold gaze cast from under the shadow of the tree.It's the eyes that regard him as a mortal enemy. Servant Archer was glaring at Assassin with domineering and hostile eyes.

When the fire caused by Rider's final Noble Phantasm crazily swept across the entire hillside, Archer put away [Troy's Sea of ​​Bones] without any hesitation.Not sure if his treasure will be destroyed by the red lotus flame, Archer will use it to kill enemies that make him feel extremely unhappy.

In fact, Archer fixed his eagle eyes on Assassin as early as after seeing Rider was killed by Assassin's sneak attack.Even if the assassin who escaped from the fire immediately turned into a spirit body and escaped, the invisible body was actually still moving and would still be stabbed by the weapon. Archer's phalanx of spears would not let him go.

Sea of ​​skulls arranged again.The tip of the black spear sticks out.Any one of them is a product of the spear in Archer's hand, and has the attack power of an A-level treasure.All the spearheads are directed at Assassin.

A strong premonition arose in Assassin's heart——invincible.

Confronting Heroic Spirit Achilles head-on is in itself a foolish act, a suicide.

The black torrential rain shot in salvo, from bottom to top at an incredible angle.The wind is cut.Countless spears shining with cold light shot towards Assassin.

"Die!—The guy who puts a cold arrow in the back——"

Assassin could feel Archer's decisive killing intent.He had seen it done in the shallows.When the dense raindrops were about to take his life, they quickly condensed into a black light ball and disappeared.It's unbelievable that Assassin escaped the encirclement and suppression of [Invincible Power]!

Archer's eagle-like pupils immediately caught Assassin's escape trajectory.A hundred meters away from where it disappeared, the prey reappeared in midair.

The spear array fired continuously, and each time, the assassin disappeared in an unpredictable way.But every time, it must appear again in a short distance.

The limitation of [Surprised Secret Tremor] is here.Limiting the number of times is its Achilles' heel.As a reserved skill for feigning defeat and escaping, it can only exert its best effect once in a battle.Repeated use will make the effect worse, and in the end, only short distances can be moved, and the speed will become slower and slower.Using this skill to escape from the rider's self-destruction happened just a moment ago, but now I have to use it a second time and a third time in order to save my life...

Facing an enemy with overwhelming strength, the Assassin, who is well aware of his own technical weaknesses, is in an even more dangerous situation.However, it is useless to become a spirit body without leaving Archer's wide shooting range.what to do!

At this moment, Archer helped Assassin.Bones no longer sprays spears.The phalanx stopped attacking.Taking advantage of the hard-won gap, Assassin immediately prepared to transform into a spirit body.

The corner of the mouth of the ancient Greek hero who swelled with murderous aura sneered ferociously. Archer has long found that assassin's speed is not as good as before.Heroic spirit Achilles, who is not an ordinary archer, still prefers to finish the enemy with his own hands rather than relying on long-range phalanxes.

Kicking on the top of the tree with one foot, the tree that serves as a foothold. Archer leaped vigorously upwards, like a shooting star, and shot out the spear in his left hand.

The waist down turned into dots of black dust, and the transformation from entity to spirit was only halfway through, and Assassin's upper body was still exposed, when Archer's ferocious shot pierced his heart!

It's not that assassin is too slow, but that archer is too fast!

With the addition of [Clairvoyance], it makes up for the defect of holding the spear with the left hand.Pretty nice projection.The skill of the heroic spirit Achilles deserves to be called the greatest hero.

The confrontation between the two heroic spirits ended almost instantly.

"Ha... No matter what, I have achieved success. Being forced out by such a powerful enemy, isn't it too bad..."

At the last moment of his life, Assassin didn't feel sad.He smiled in relief.In this Holy Grail War, he is not the first servant to be eliminated.Although, no one can understand his inner thoughts, no one can hear his words, no one can see his smile...

***

Beep, beep, beep.The sound of blood dripping on the ground.

Escorting the master back to the residence, Diarmuid's feeling for the wound on his waist was close to the numb state of losing pain, as if the wound was born with him.But he has no complaints. The fact that the master was frightened by the caster was one aspect, and on the other hand, most of Heyamendi's body suffered from the crisis of demon prohibition, and the speed of "Phantom" was greatly slowed down.Therefore, Diarmuid had to take the attitude of embracing Heyamendi and rush back from a long distance.

At the moment when the door of the church was opened and closed, after placing the master on the ground, Heyamendi heard his servant fall to the ground with a plop.

It wasn't the usual knightly kneeling down, but a weak body that could no longer support itself.

Diarmuid suddenly felt intense fatigue.This feeling of exhaustion was overwhelming, and when he returned to the residence, after he let go of the nerves that had been tense for a long time, it swept over his whole body.

In the morning, on the pew of this small church, the blond boy sat on it, quietly listening to the whisper of the spirit body rider.Such a scene seems to be still in front of my eyes.Now... only he and the Master came back alive.

Golden eyes stared blankly at the floor.

How heroic is the rider's self-sacrifice.And he survived.Thinking of this, Diarmuid felt that his strength to stand was stripped away.

"lancer."

Hoyamendi's call made him lift his head.In front of him, Diarmuid's master looked at him with a calm face like most of the time.It seems that she finally got rid of the caster's troubles and regained her former style.

"Come on, sit on the bed."

"But... my blood will stain the bed."

"It's okay, I'm leaving here soon anyway."

The enemy didn't come after them, but that didn't mean they would let them go.Exposed churches are no longer safe.Although it is wise to leave immediately to find a new residence, Heyamendi also has her reasons for choosing to return.

Diarmuid walked to the edge of the bed with difficulty and sat down.He rested his arms on his knees without saying a word.Panting heavily, he tried to straighten his upper body, but had to give up after only leaning back a bit.He saw Heyamendi go up the stairs, and soon came down again.First aid kit in hand.

"I made you suffer, lancer. I told you a long time ago that I can't heal spells."

"I understand that it's my injury that troubled you." Diarmuid was still panting, but he tried his best to maintain a polite attitude, pretending that nothing happened, and replied to the Master in a relaxed tone.

A finger rests on Diarmuid's lips.It's so cold to the touch.

"Don't say that."

Hoyamendi made a gesture to stop the spearmen who gave up on themselves.Seeing this, Diarmuid immediately smiled and said that he was fine.

Seeing Diarmuid, who was almost collapsed, leaning over exhaustedly, Heyamendi let out a long breath.

"Take off your clothes."

In this scene, which is not happy at all, full of sadness, Heyamendi's words caught Diarmuid by surprise, and he was stunned on the spot.

"...my lord?"

But on the contrary, it was the spearman's hesitation that He Yamendi couldn't understand.

"Well, is there any inconvenience?" After thinking about it carefully, Heyamendi felt that his words were not strange, but he still added kindly, "You are wearing clothes, how do you want me to heal your injuries?" After finishing speaking , raised the box in his hand and shook it twice.

"...I see. Do it now."

While saying this, he turned his hand to fetch the blanket on the bed.Diarmuid's actions undoubtedly tore a new gap in the waist.A burst of pain caused sweat to ooze from his forehead like a waterfall.

Because this move was so sudden, before Heyamendi could stop it, he saw that Diarmuid had already covered his crotch with a blanket.

All of the materialized tight armor disappeared in an instant.In this way, he generously exposed his body in front of the Master.

He Yamendi felt his thoughts paused for a few seconds.

She had never seen such a mesmerizing body.In other words, she has hardly ever seen a man close to naked in front of her.There is no trace of swelling or burden in the muscles of the whole body, and the compactness contains the strength ready to go.The beautiful lines are layered on top of each other, as if created by the hands of craftsmen, each piece is carefully crafted, but it is so natural and full of primitive wildness.In Celtic mythology, Diarmuid, known as the "brilliant appearance", is not only handsome, but his body is also amazing.

Diarmuid restrained his excessive panting and held his breath at the same time.

When Heyamendi's eyes touched the spearman's waist, she couldn't look away even more.

It was like punching a blood-red hole in a piece of artful sculpture.The wound on the left side of the abdomen had expanded to the point where Heyamendi couldn't cover it with an open hand.I really don't know that under such a serious injury, Dilumu