Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

late at night.

Compared with those feasting and feasting, red men and women on the street, the secluded alleys where even the street lights fail to work are like another world completely unrelated.

The slightly chilly night wind can't blow away the heat and surging hormones of the young people who just came out of the bar.night.shop and are having fun.

The hunter hides in the shadows, patiently and critically, in her designated hunting ground, looking for the delicious prey that belongs to tonight.

As if smelling something that made people move their index fingers, TA suddenly raised his head, and his gaze was precisely placed on the woman who was gradually approaching from the other end of the path.

Under the white short T-shirt, the slender and white waistline looms, and the limited-length denim shorts can't cover the tight and smooth leg lines. Even the popular black hair and black eyes have a smell on her body It's indescribably special.

The shadow under the peaked cap made it impossible to see the specific appearance of that face, but the bright and beautiful figure was enough to arouse the frivolous whistles of the boys on the street.

There was also the smell of poor-quality alcohol in the air.

But the hunter couldn't help but took a deep breath—under the pungent disguise, the sweet and delicious magical breath was like a big cake that took off its packaging and walked on the street swaggeringly.

Even being coveted and plundered is an inevitable result of helplessness, right?

The dense fog spread silently and quickly to the surroundings, and the unaware prey seemed to feel strange, so it stopped and looked around hesitantly.

--It's now!

As long as the dark and sharp blade is gently rubbed on the fragile and slippery neck of the prey, the warm flesh and blood that is loved can be accompanied by magic power, allowing the hunter to have a hearty meal.

however--

"Chong!"

It's the sound that metal sharp objects make when they collide!

The materialization from scratch does not even require a moment of effort.

The tall slender young man wearing a ghost mask held his sword against the hunter's attack. The moonlight shone through the mist and shone through the curtain, as if it had been snatched by the murderous blade, reflecting a cold, murderous light.

At the same time, the people who were blessed by the technique of concealment and hiding in the dark also stood up in accordance with the essence of the Qimen Bagua Formation contributed by Zhuge Kongming, and sealed the hunter tightly, making it impossible to escape!

Following Edogawa Ranpo's chic posture, Yayoi Aoki took off his peaked cap and was exposed to the light again, with a thin layer of crimson on his cheeks, as if drunk.

"Ah, fish...on~hook~la~"

I always felt that something was not quite right, because his combat strength was too low, Fujimaru Tateka, who was replaced by Ichimoren, could only shoulder the entrustment of that person, and supported Yayoi Aoki's hand.

[I'm not really drunk, are I? ! 】

【………… Just washed my hair with white wine and sprayed my clothes? ? ? ? 】

Thinking about Da Vinci's terrible drink, she cautiously probed: "Yami, I'm Lixiang. That...you, are you okay?"

"Huh? What's the matter? As for me, it's fine~"

Smiling and stroking the bright orange hair, Yayoi Aoki tilted his head, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said in confusion: "Huh? Gulonghuo...you have grown taller? Your hair has also grown..."

Fujimaru Tachika, who didn't know that this was Yayoi Aoki's first drink, said: ... Finished the ball.Really drunk.

"Yes, yes, yes, I am the ancient cage fire, and the ancient cage fire is me. You have discovered this. As expected of Yami... Cough, you! Come, come, come, let's play a game of wooden figures! Don't move, be good Oh, whoever moves first loses!"

I don't know how many drunkards I've seen. Fujimaru Tatsuka is so proficient that it makes people feel distressed. You don't need to think about the routines of coaxing, just open your mouth.

However, Yayoi Aoki seemed to be awakened just now.

"Yamita...? Oh. Umm...ah, right. I want to help Lixiang...win...the Holy Grail War..."

"Gu Longhuo is good, I will play with you later."

Holding Fujimaru Tachika in his arms, lowering his head, as if coaxing a child, he rubbed the girl's cheek with his forehead, Yayoi Aoki raised his head, his words were correct, not like a drunk.

"Chang Gong—"

Fujimaru Tatsuka was so frightened that a carp stood upright, and he stretched out his hand in a panic, trying to cover Yayoi Aoki's unguarded mouth: "No, you can't reveal the true name of the follower in front of the enemy!!!"

The skills and treasures of the heroic spirit all come from legends. Once the real name is known, it is easy to guess the general direction of the heroic spirit's ability and miss the opportunity.

Therefore, "the secrecy of the true name of the heroic spirit" is common sense in the Holy Grail War.

Yayoi Aoki, who lacked common sense, blinked her eyes, and when she spoke, her lips rubbed against Fujimaru Tatsuka's palm, exhaling a moist, hot and slightly moist breath.

"Huh? Why? Since you want to fight, of course you have to let the loser know who defeated him. Otherwise, when you go down to the underworld and Ai Lei asks how he died, he doesn't even know, and he will be looked down upon by others...? "

Fujimaru Tachika: Who taught the children blindly with their eyes closed? ? ? ?

"Also, Chang Gong is not a shady thief. This is the glory of the winner. Just hold your head high and dedicate your victory to the king! ——This is Uruk's common sense, Gu Cage Huo."

Fujimaru Tachika: If the last two words did not reveal the fact of "drunkness", she would have almost believed it, ha ha.

Pressing the head of Tatsuka Fujimaru, who gave up on herself, in her arms, Yayoi Aoki frowned, and looked at the tall and slender figure, with nerves sluggish due to alcohol, showing a little naive and silly smile.

"Chang Gong, go - go and win."

"……Yes."

Following that very light and low response, a white horse came on the wind.

Holding a sword in one hand, King Lanling's other hand rested on the edge of the mask of ghosts and gods, and then he gently lifted his fingertips, and the red rope that was used to fix it snapped.

He lifted the mask, and the appearance identified as "Magnificent Appearance EX" seemed to make even Yuehua softer because of it.

But on the contrary, it is the awe-inspiring fighting spirit!

"King Lanling, Gao Changgong, servants of Yamita, here you are! Anyone who thinks he can kill me, come forward! —— Dedicate all the victories and glory of this body to my lord!"

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Like trapped beasts in a prison, hunters singled out a group of them, naturally it would not please them.

As if predestined, the petite hunter wearing a black cloak had a large cut across his abdomen. In a sense, he had been "disemboweled".

However, at the moment of the final blow——

"Hell is here. We are fire, rain, power... Killing comes here...!"

The hunter suddenly took a step back, avoiding Zhuge Kongming's falling rocks, and rushed towards Ishtar lightly and swiftly like a civet cat!

As one of the eyes of the formation, Ishtar originally planned to take it head-on and take it down, but the god's sensitivity to the crisis made her aware that something was wrong.

Without any hesitation, she immediately drove Tianzhou Maanna into action, avoiding the hunter's dagger!

The hunter also seized this fleeting opportunity and escaped from the gap in the Qimen Eight Diagrams Formation.The thick fog covered his aura and figure, and the special bonus of Assassin's job agency made it difficult for others to follow.

- Assassin capture plan, failed.

Zhuge Kongming, with two bags on his head, looked quietly at Ishtar, who had been violent to him before.

"Look, what are you looking at?! The one just now, it's super bad, okay! If you don't dodge in time——"

Will die, feeling.

I don't know if she felt ashamed, or because she was annoyed by the attention, the goddess of Venus blushed and swears angrily, gnashing her teeth: "Next time, next time, this goddess will definitely retaliate! Then strip all the losers, All will be confiscated as tribute!"

Zhuge Kongming: Oh, that sounds familiar.as long as you are happy.

Zhuge Kongming, whose desire to survive was forced to increase a lot, did not speak out his inner monologue.

Since it failed this time, and there is no way to take advantage of the victory to pursue it, then the master and slave of the Assassin side will definitely be more vigilant. This hunting ground will probably not be used again, right?

Should he continue to take advantage of his illness and kill him, and continue targeting Assassin, or should he take the time to search for information about Berserker and Saber, which has been silent so far?

No... Not only that, but considering the situation of Yamit, there are also unexpected factors to consider.

Even though a magic barrier has been set up tonight, the traces of magic power will not disappear completely, but Chaldea has not detected any approaching energy bodies.

So, as long as you don't run to "there" by yourself, "there" won't take the initiative to make a move, right?

...Ah, this premonition of staying up late and working overtime with Ranpo Edogawa again, really bad.

Rubbing his sore and swollen temples, Zhuge Kongming accidentally saw Yimulian's movements.

After the battle, Hakuryu took over Aoki Yayoi from Fujimaru Tachika.

The majestic and holy ancient fantasy thing, now retracts its sharp claws, and uses the beautiful dragon body to gently wrap the human-like woman around, lifted and surrounded by the warm wind like the spring of March, dispelling the cold in the night cold.

But Yimulian was playing with the pool of blood left by the hunter.

Was he—collecting blood?

Zhuge Kongming couldn't help poking his head over, and asked curiously, "Can you use this?"

"Yes." The black-haired young man put the blood in a transparent vial, put it in his sleeve, and replied gently, "With the blood and the spiritual power attached to it, Ji Jun will be able to find someone tomorrow."

"Huh? As long as the blood is enough? I am... what kind of magic is this? I can only find it tomorrow? What special conditions do you need to use the power of the day?"

Zhuge Kongming, a practical modern magician who was once a teacher, asked with great interest.

Ask Bailong to let go of his tail, gently embrace Yayoi Aoki in his arms, and shake his head calmly.

"I don't have any special requirements. It's just that it's late at night, and Ji Jun should rest...he's drunk. I'll contact Sakura later and ask what I should do..."

Speaking of the latter, he went back to himself and started talking to himself.

Zhuge Kongming couldn't help showing a toothache expression.

...is it really all right?Is this team really here to fight the Holy Grail War? ?The countless ancestors who have made you die will cry, huh? ? ?