[Gun Bow] Fuyuki Four Battles, the second week!

"Oh, oh, oh, I actually broke my trick. It's too bad, it caused my inferiority level to go up, up!" I couldn't tell where I was inferior from the tone?But it was also impossible to hear the real emotional voice from the cadenced tone, and it suddenly sounded from behind Emiya.

It's Angola.Manuel's voice.

It's too late, it's too late!Starting with the projection of the general with black blade and scales, Emiya uses the strength of his waist and abdomen to drive his upper body, strides suddenly, and throws a throwing knife!

From the naked eyes of ordinary people, this is a black line shot straight like lightning!Then, standing behind the heroic spirit in red in the middle, was the dark shadow with a strange expression covering his heart and talking—the tip of the knife cut into the throat longitudinally, neither to the left nor to the right, and was firmly in the center.In the next second, the pitch-black shadow that was quite three-dimensional... suddenly disintegrated!

"Clang."

If you lose the target to stabilize yourself, you will fall to the ground.

At this point, Illya's sight had just caught up with the result of Emiya's sudden action; her brain had just understood why Emiya suddenly increased her hug strength, and even turned around almost ninety degrees!

"It's so fierce, so fierce, Emiya Shirou. Fortunately, I was a shadow just now. I'm so bad-tempered, thanks to that child of light who can bear it... because it's the sun? Ah, forget it, who cares? The light, the sun...they are too dazzling, and I don’t like these dazzling things.”

Another shadow... or a pool of black mud mixture "stands up" from the plane, filling the vacancy left by the "predecessor", and then dancing.

"I can't use your degenerate black heart with him. Angola Mainyu." Emiya raised her eyebrows and hooked her lips. On that manly and resolute face, in the blink of an eye, there was an inexplicable extra punch that made people want to punch him. Irony.Well, it probably has a professional face—like Gilgamesh—that level!

However, it is a pity that Angola has always been the only one who provokes others; he is the body of a heroic spirit who has been burdened with unprovoked crimes, and it is extremely difficult to mock him for success.

This kind of "weak" who can't find a way to completely eliminate them is difficult to deal with in the eyes of the guardian—more difficult than any strong enemy who can only fight with odds!

He stared at him, bent his knees, and put Ilya, who was sitting securely on his arms, on the ground.Even Emiya didn't expect that the moment Illya stood up and let go of his hand, the attack came suddenly!

"──Senseless show off. Get rid of me, bastard!"

A series of glittering and gorgeous treasures went straight across, completely ignoring the real target on the attack route, and there were three Servants and a Master.

His master was about to be attacked, and Berserker's meager rationality in the mad state immediately prompted him to roar, his skin turned red quickly, and his martial arts skills were not inferior to those under normal conditions. The three-four-five hits may cover Illya into the attack range, leaving a treasure gun that will rub against Emiya's shoulder, and more aiming at Angola.Manuel and the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and pestles around him.

Of course, Hercules' own huge body was not spared either. There was a gap cut by an ax on his shoulder, and a fracture and depression caused by a blunt instrument blow on his thigh.

But Elijah was safe and sound.

Although the seven rings covering the blazing sky could not be fully unfolded in a hurry, two petals of a spear-like treasure were shattered just by blocking it, but it was more than enough to protect a petite girl.

Only the three-dimensional shadow microphone in Angola was blown into a pit, and the sidewalk bricks around it were either broken into pieces of different sizes, or covered with cracks and overturned everywhere.

Fortunately, the recovery ability of Hercules who holds the treasure "Twelve Trials" is even stronger than most Servants. With Illya's abundant supply of magic power, that little damage is not damage at all!In other words, of the real losses -- if that counts -- then Angola is the only one suffering.

Naihe is good at killing people, as long as they are human beings, even if they are as strong as ghosts and gods, they can definitely kill them!The weakest Heroic Spirit, whose efficiency is only a line away from the existence of primate killers, is too self-aware, not only does not show up in his real body, but also cooperates to leave immediately after being driven away.

After all, the other party is so self-indulgent that even if he eats it, it will only cause indigestion and vomiting.

Incidentally, the current appearance of "Mr. Inedible" is not very good-looking. There are only two colors in his body: red eyes and black in other parts.

Speaking of eye-catching, he is definitely not as shiny and eye-catching as the Noble Phantasm launched by himself; but speaking of being impressive... Emiya has been winking and communicating with Cu Chulainn for a while.

The content is roughly as follows:

"Hey, Emiya! Does this black lacquer look familiar?"

"Ah, I've seen it."

Illya, the magical girl from the parallel world, and the Gilgamesh card she brought over, don't they look like they've been splashed with more than a bucket of thick ink?

"You're so cold, you. You're usually too lacking in passion. Tsk, you're cuter when I'm messed up on the bed!"

"Stupid dog."—Here, it is not with eyes, but with lips.

Presumably Emiya thought that although the vocabulary was simple, it was difficult for him to convey it with expressive expressions!It is also difficult for him to guess a long list of meanings that the other person wants to express through the changes in his eyes and facial muscles based on his understanding of a person's words, deeds, and speaking habits.

Unexpectedly, someone with veins on his forehead uttered a retort: ​​"Very good! Do you want to try how long the bulldog lasts? I'll make you cry!"

"Heh..." The white-haired and brown-skinned man raised his white eyebrows calmly, sounding like a disbelief, more like a provocative reply: "Let's talk when you go back with all your hands and feet."

These words are not exactly tit for tat.

The "projection channel" opened up by Gilgamesh by using a round of Noble Phantasm demolition is just behind Cu Chulainn.That person is not the one who cares about whether there are obstacles in front of the "passage".As long as there is an obstacle... just crush it!

Unfortunately, Cu Chulainn is now the closest large obstacle to the "projection channel".

The second wave of Noble Phantasms was already in the blind spot of Cu Chulainn who turned around and choked more than half of them.But the premise of Son of Light's arrow-avoiding protection is that the flying object must be within his field of vision──

"You bastard king!" Cu Chulainn burst out with amazing speed in an instant!

"Gilgamesh!" Emiya called out too. "Not recording the wreckage, why are you here with your pride? You still look like this. Oh, is it possible that the King of Heroes will show kindness and gently let go of those who dare to use the king as a spearman?"

"You are too presumptuous! Faker!"

The king's dark red snake eyes stared sharply.But then, he laughed again: "Faker is Faker. Stupid! Hahahahaha! Too stupid! The world is my king's garden, and everything has its own ruling—the king will allow it, the king will admit it, The king will bear it! The will of the king is not up to the bastard to speculate and lie!"

"──It means that you have promised the evil in this world and some messy things, right!" Due to his long-term study of "Tsundere Linguistics" and a part-time job as a translator, Cu Chulainn skillfully and quickly extracts the hidden truth beneath the surface words.

He wiped it casually, wiping away the blood oozing from the cut across the corner of his eye.

The only scratch on the treasure that Cu Chulainn didn't dodge or shoot down, almost made him blind!The sharpness of the moment the blade brushed against him left a sharp tingling sensation in his left eye.

"Hey, don't blame me!" The Angola didn't show up, but the voice came back.The source of the sound was the black mud dripping from Gilgamesh's feet... one of the pools of "black mud" was still saying, "That one didn't promise me anything. Yes, I promised the evil in this world. Well, although it seems that there is no difference? Your situation has not improved... Okay, me!"

A short knife with a lightning-like blade was stuck in the black mud.

The sound stopped abruptly.

"Whispering."

"Oh, Faker finally knows how to please me."

At this time, the black mud above Gilgamesh's shoulders had already dripped off, revealing the shoulder armor of the golden armor, and the upper part of the hair, even if it was combed back, still could not affect the delicate and handsome face.

The only shortcoming is probably the wrong color matching!

The golden armor is too dull, and the complexion is too pale... After glancing at Emiya twice, she can't help guessing secretly, wondering if the King of Heroes has a treasure for coloring?

Of course, the red heroic spirit wearing the holy skeletal cloth must have an unforgiving mouth, and immediately said: "Has your memory been soaked in black mud? King of Heroes. I don't remember that I have the habit of pleasing anyone."

At the same time, he pushed Illya behind him again.

If there is a chance, Emiya hopes that Hercules can take Illya and retreat first.

After all, the high divinity not only has no advantage against Gilgamesh who holds the lock of the sky, but even becomes a disadvantage.The divinity A of Hercules is placed here, which is called "debuff state" in game terms.

──Emiya selectively ignores divinity, and now he has it too.It's just that they don't even reach E-level, the status panel doesn't display, and the master can't see it no matter how good it is.

"Humph."

Gilgamesh looked at Emiya's small movements with cold eyes, without words, the arrogance in his eyes had already fully demonstrated how inappropriate he was.

Tonight he shot twice in a row, already he condescended.When the interest was exhausted, Gilgamesh had no intention of doing it again.

"It's continuation or destruction. You guys still have a day to struggle."

Although he opened his field of vision, he was actually standing in the completely replaced building without moving a single step. His eyes were not fixed on Emiya or Cu Chulainn, and of course he was not staring at Illya's master and slave talking. , the pair of red pupils, which make people unforgettable at a glance, are cruel and contemptuous, and they clearly patrolled a large circle around them.

"──hahaha─hahahaha! Do your best to struggle and fight! For the continuation road hidden in countless destructions! Only true heroes can pay tribute to EA in the finale!"

A dark wave came up.

The black mud didn't dare to erode back to the King of Heroes, but just covered the entire building that should be a hotel, infiltrating and replacing it.

A complete hotel reappears.

At this moment, the sky is dim.

……

"Let's go back." Emiya turned around and saw the little princess who was thinking with her head down. "Illya?"

"Hmm... he can't actually move, right? That's why the colorless magic power precipitated from the purified black mud of the world's evil is needed to fill the gap in recording the essence of the wreckage."

The girl with crimson eyes and white hair looked a little ready to move.

"Don't make unrealistic assumptions. That doesn't make sense."

"I agree with Emiya on this point." Cu Chulainn walked around the huge body of Hercules, hooked his lover's neck, approached Ilya by the way, and agreed, "Good boy, listen to your brother. That The King of Bastards often capsizes, but that doesn’t count the way he was just now. He’s not clear enough, and even that guy can’t turn the wreck full of evil thoughts into something he can control.”

Illya puffed up her cheeks.

Fortunately, she gave up her waywardness... Oh, and also gave up on her brother, and opened her arms to the berserker, and instructed: "Berserker, hug. Let's go home!"

It was said that Hercules, who had become too berserk and lacked language, changed his madness, gently bent his knees, helped the little Master to sit on his shoulders, and then got up.

One big and one small really look like father and daughter at this moment.

"Ha, this scene should really be shown to my father-in-law."

Emiya squinted at Cu Chulainn's smirking face, and refused to speak.