Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

No need to think about it, for the safety of Irisviel, the Noble Phantasm must be released.

Slightly raising the invisible sword in her hand, Arturia gently mobilized the magic power in her body, intending to completely liberate her treasure, and liberate the absolute kill.

At this moment, on this pier, there is an incomparably dignified appearance, and the girls dotted in the deep night are blooming with their own radiance.

And on the vermilion bridge in Fuyuki City.

The burly heroic spirit and the slender boy stood at the top of the bridge accompanied by the breeze.

Then, with rough words.

"Oh, oh, this is not good, that red guy is going to die!"

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Chapter 160 Six, Iskanbul (seeking a reward)

"Really, it's time for us to appear on the stage, but just looking at it like this can't understand the will of the warrior!"

Alexander spoke in that rough voice, with unprecedented boldness in his words.

He is the king, the king of the Macedonian Empire!

Conqueror, Iskanbul!

"Hey, no!"

Behind his back, there are weak words, which are steeped in feelings of fear.

"Are you kidding? Aren't we going to wait for them to lose both? Why are we making an appearance now!"

Weber Velvet, a student of the Spirit Department, is also the Master in this Holy Grail War at this moment.

He took away the sacred relic of Reynis, and of course he was strangled by the clock tower and the Archibald family, but he still came to this place called Fuyuki City.

All he wanted was to defeat Reinis, his lecturer, and that proud girl, to make her recognize Weber Velvet and this man's strength.

All he wanted was this.

However, just like this, for Weber, for this scum among magicians, it means an almost untouchable wish.

Because, he is the weak among magicians, whether in terms of magic circuit and magic power, or in the precipitation of knowledge and spells, or even in his own will and character, he is unprecedentedly weak.

A guy like him, if he continues to play by the rules, might turn into a corpse in the ditch.

However, at this time, he who possessed a heroic spirit felt unprecedented power for the first time.

It's just that Alexander, the king of conquerors, didn't obey his orders at all.

Then, there was that suspicious reply.

"You, why do you think so?"

The astonishment in those words was like how stupid what Weber just said.

"When did I say to wait until they both lose?"

Iscambul asked lightly, with an unquestionable breath in his words.

"All I want is to gather these heroes together and show the bravery that belongs to the heroic spirits¨"!"

Speaking those words that seemed to be taken for granted, he waved the short sword in his hand casually.

The bullock cart made of metal was displayed in front of them.

The Noble Phantasm called 'Distant Ravage Overlord' bloomed its own power here.

Looking at the bullock cart soaring in the sky, Weber's face became even paler.

"But isn't that extremely dangerous?"

He wanted to persuade Iskanbul again, but the aloof Conqueror completely ignored his good intentions.

"Then, if you don't go, stay here!"

Such unreasonable words, uttered from that king's mouth, carried unparalleled boldness.

On the other side, on the building that has been soaked into deep black by the night, a Heroic Spirit in blue-brown armor is watching the battle taking place at the pier.

With his 'clairvoyance', he can clearly detect even the battles that are several kilometers away.

"how is this possible?"

Wuming muttered softly, with an unbelievable meaning in his words.

He looked around again at the slightly gloomy pier under the night, but still found nothing.

"Where is that guy?"

With natural doubts on his face, in Wuming's eyes, the golden king had already disappeared on the wharf where the battle was extremely fierce, as if he didn't exist in the first place.

He, from the very beginning, had no intention of helping his own Nero, but left the battlefield early, and didn't even protect a closely related Lainis.

Is it because of trust in the strength of the girls, or stupid arrogance?

"It's really troublesome!"

Gently let go of the longbow in his hand, Wuming turned into a dark brown mist, and disappeared on the rooftop shrouded in night.

On the other side, in the dark ditch, two people who looked like mice were admiring such a magnificent battle.

Just the battle between the two, whether it was the destruction of the pair of docks or the perfect posture, they are worthy of the title of heroic spirit.

However, the two murderers here couldn't appreciate such beauty at all, and they preferred to look at the blood and corpses.

The heroic spirit known as the French Marshal could not help but wailed.

"Joan of Arc, which one is my Joan of Arc!"

There was bitterness and pain in his words, which made Ryunosuke Usei beside him feel sideways.

"Why, are those people you know, master?"

There was a hint of joy in his words, and there was a hint of innocence in them.

This seemingly cheerful young man was actually a murderer who was stained with countless blood.