[Fate Gun Brother] The 2.5th Holy Grail War

Opportunity, I beseech you!I will definitely, definitely not let you down again! ..."

Crying to the point of collapse, but failed to touch her heart.

"After they slaughtered the whole village? There's no chance, there's nothing to talk between us. It's all over."

Throwing these words, He Yamendi turned his back.The hands covering his chest were in excruciating pain, as if his feet would limp and fall to the ground if he didn't pay attention.It has been eight years, and when he saw this face again, Heyamendi could still feel how strong the hatred in his chest was.

"—from this moment on, regardless of life or death, I will never see you again—"

This is a bad oath.Yames' figure gradually dissipated in the halo created by the magic circle.The powerful sealing magic can temporarily imprison the life in the sealed area.The red-haired man's rebuttals and pleas were stifled before he had a chance to continue expressing.After the light dissipated, she collapsed on the ground, coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood.She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, put her hands on the ground, and cried.

The most difficult person to convince in the world is yourself.

Heart is broken.The wound in my heart is expanding every minute and every second, and I can no longer realize what love is.

The opening made by Yames, let her dig out the heart and liver by herself, and smash the love to pieces.

After this incident, Heyamendi must work harder to seal the follower to prevent him from appearing in front of him again.It has been eight years since I left Katat, how long can I resist the erosion of the curse?

In the world of warlocks, there is such an unwritten law—low-level weak people cannot sense high-level strong people. This is based on the "quality" of spiritual power.

Judging from the strength, that man should be a second-level warlock, so as a dragon warlock, can he resist for a longer time?The frequency of coma is about once a week.He Yamendi had to exert all his strength to mobilize his magic power, so that he could barely contain the expansion of the wound.

The last thing a dragon warlock lacks is time.However, the infinite life was cut off in the middle. For Heyamendi, what energy is there for her to achieve revenge, and she should feel happy if she can open her eyes and see the sun every day.

Do you want to escape with the rest of your life?Perhaps the Dragon King expected her to fend for herself in the rancid blood.Since the ultimate destiny cannot be changed, why waste time in self-pity instead of doing something meaningful to enrich life.

She began to study fine arts and barely made ends meet by selling paintings.The living painter is not famous, let alone a seemingly young woman like He Yamendi.Gothic painting, Romanesque painting until the late Renaissance art.She was good at frescoes, panels, illustrations, manuscript paintings and stained-glass paintings.It is undeniable that He Yamendi is extremely artistic.

1299 years.

Hoyamendi met a man.To be precise, she was almost killed by a man.

The man's name is Tevey, and he calls himself T in front of outsiders.Guardian of Katat.Different from warlocks—whether they are dragon warlocks or ordinary warlocks, they are all scattered around the world and have nothing to do with each other.Dragon warlocks like Heyamendi who were chartered to live in Katat are almost unique in history, and they are undoubtedly the special "care" objects of the two dragon kings.The rest of the dragon sorcerers can only see them when the Dragonlord summons them.The guardians are different from the dragon warlocks, they do not sign a contract with the dragon clan, but grant eternal life through the blessing of the two dragon kings.In other words, if the Fire Dragon King and the Sea Dragon King die one after another, all the guardians will die.

The Dragon King selects suitable candidates from human beings, and qualified candidates will automatically awaken their abilities at a certain age and go to Katat to serve. T is such a chosen guardian.

27 The fifth night - breaking the strategy

It's two o'clock in the morning.The peaceful city of magic ushered in the fifth day after the start of the Holy Grail War.

The weird events that happened one after another have plunged the citizens into panic.

The murder at St. George's Convent, the unexplained damage to the Charles Bridge, the horrific attack on a cruise ship, the fight on Casino Street in New Town and the fire at the Petrin Hill lumberyard, each brought dire horrors to the local area. Impact.No one knows why Prague has suffered so many disasters since the beginning of spring.The authorities were helpless and could only temporarily issue a curfew order to deal with it.After dark, people are restricted from staying on the streets.

The silent moonlight shines on the faintly rising mist, and occasionally a few bright stars shine gently in the night sky.

There are always people who don't obey the rules.

Kayak's sea-like hair blows in the night wind.The handsome and delicate bridge of the nose bears the wind and frost from all the way, but it doesn't look tired or sleepy.

The blue and white two-color military uniform, the symbol of the God Hall; the revolver worn, the identity of the soldier.Shakashirt's current bodyguard, Kayak, is a veritable sharpshooter.

The only thing that does not match the image of a fortitude warrior is the sword in his left hand.The slightly feminine-looking rapier emits a faint silver light, and the scabbard is engraved with complicated gold-edging patterns.

The night is so peaceful, yet there is a hidden danger.

There is a pair of eyes watching.

On the gem-colored dome of St. Nicholas Church, crouched the slender figure of the white-haired woman Heyamendi buried under the barrier of "wind".Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the man Kayak who is moving below.

This is a good place to do some scouting.After visual inspection, Heyamendi looked down and saw clearly that Kayak was slowly approaching a three-story private house.When Kayak disappeared into the corner of sight, she knew that the man had successfully sneaked in.

"Lancer. Are you there?" It was like talking to the air.

"...Yes, please rest assured. I am nearby." Diarmuid's low voice sounded, and at the same time, beside Heyamendi, the dark-colored heroic spirit who had been accompanying him in the form of a spirit slowly Show up slowly.

Diarmuid spoke very respectfully, bowing his head in response.However, is it an illusion?Ying Ling's natural beauty was filled with bitterness, as if he was trying his best to suppress his painful emotions.

"You can stand back. Remain vigilant. Let no one stand in Kayak's way."

After the confirmation, Diarmuid, who accepted the master's order, once again disappeared in the form of a spirit body.

There is not enough fog tonight, there are loopholes in the magic of "wind" that may be discovered, and it is impossible to open the barrier to spread the magic power to potential enemies that may appear. He Yamendi hopes that Diarmuid will show up in other servants Step forward to meet the enemy under the situation, attracting the enemy's attention.Of course, the undisturbed ending is the best.Diarmuid's waist injury is still short of recovery.

The bleak mood of the gunmen has no time for the current Heyamendi to take into account. Now that he has decided to do this, there is no room for regret.

But there was one thing that He Yamendi didn't expect.

"It's strange. Didn't it take care of it carefully? The traces of the enchantment left outside the house must have exposed too many flaws." There was silence all around, only she muttered to herself in a low voice.

In this case, lending Kayak a rapier that has the effect of breaking barriers would be a bit unnecessary.

After a short wait, two figures were reflected in He Yamendi's icy blue eyes.Holding the gun with one hand, Kayak, who didn't dare to relax, freed up his other hand to carry "a certain object" on his shoulder.Encircled by the arms of the man in military uniform was the petite and thin body of the red-haired girl who was in a coma.

Is it because Kayak's joining has improved the luck of Heyamendi and Diarmuid that the hijacking work has progressed surprisingly smoothly? —It’s incredible.

Lines of sight intersect.One pair of eyes showed a look of relief after the task was completed, while the other pair of eyes was very indifferent.The eyes of Kayak, who raised his head to look over the church, and Heyamendi, who was overlooking the street, met at a certain point in the air.After nodding their heads for confirmation, the two sides quickly retreated without causing commotion.

***

Diarmuid's heart ached.

It was not long ago that the master formulated such a strategy.Abandon the Golden Lane and use an abandoned textile factory in the remote north as a temporary base.The trio had been working non-stop since the afternoon, spending hours finding the hideout far from the city centre.As Heyamendi and Diarmuid, who had each experienced extraordinary escapes during their lifetime, this dilapidated new base is still within the tolerance of their self-esteem.

The Cech Bridge to the north of the Manes Bridge is the closest bridge to the "new home".The disused factory is located on a plateau above the steep embankment of the Vltava River, its height and location are ideal for overlooking the Old Town of Prague.

When they settled down and sat together to discuss countermeasures against the enemy, the moon had just emerged from the?p>

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It seems that he suddenly remembered something, or he was a little annoyed by his slow reaction to remembering something important.Kayak blushed, slapped his forehead and said in shame:

"The long-term ups and downs made me almost forget what the director-general told me. Miss Heyamendi, the letter you received in the God Hall was written by a man named Grinsha. This is what the director-general asked me to deliver to you. "

"Lancer and I already know about this. That old guy, hey...why didn't he remember it sooner."

But after thinking about it, Grinsha passed away for nearly five centuries, and it is understandable that Shakasirt could not recognize the handwriting for a while. Thinking about it this way, Heyamendi soon stopped caring.

——In Prague, fate will eventually meet you and me——

Find out this sentence in memory.How ironic.

"Minister