Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Looking at the transparent barrier in front of him, repeatedly resisting Emiya Kiritsugu's weapons, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Shishi Kyokaili's mouth.

"Really, no matter how much you bark, it's meaningless for a defeated dog like you. As an evil way among magicians, no matter which family of magicians they belong to, they will never accept scum like you."

He whispered, then raised his shotgun again, waiting for the micro-charged bullets in Emiya Kiritsugu's hand to run out.

Then, Lion Jie Jieli continued to speak contemptuously.

"Of course, except for Einzbern, that broken family line has no reason to exist."

Immediately afterwards, as the bullets ran out, Emiya Kiritsugu took out a gun again from his windbreaker.

It was a single-shot rifle with most of the barrel removed, and it was an extremely rare weapon in this world.

This gun, which was made into a magic dress, is capable of filling large-caliber bullets.

At the same time, it also has unparalleled power, enough to easily obliterate all powers.

Among them, the "origin bomb" is Emiya Kiritsugu's last trick.

Then, taking advantage of Shishi Kakairi's release of the magic barrier in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu lightly pulled the trigger.

The next moment, a piercing roar resounded in the underground garage. The brass-colored bullet called Origin Bullet shot towards Shijie Jieli with an incomparably beautiful arc.

Seeing the gun that Emiya Kiritsugu pulled out again, and the bullets fired this time, Shishi Kyokai smiled disdainfully.

He had already learned about Emiya Kiritsugu's unique skills from Reinis, and also understood the way to deal with it.

Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, a scarlet, palm-sized object appeared in his hand.

Feeling the unprecedented power in that thing, and the destruction that power means, Lion Jie Jieli showed a hearty smile.

Then, Lion Jie Jieli gripped it slightly, poured it with magic power without hesitation, and threw it out viciously.

That is, a scarlet heart!

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Chapter 240 IX The Helmet That Hides Infidelity

"Enough is enough, this time I will definitely end the mistake!"

Artoria looked at the girl who was exactly like her, and yelled in a low voice.

"Is it wrong? It's really harsh."

The traitorous knight named Mordred also showed an incomparably miserable smile at this moment, but on his immature face, which was exactly the same as that of the King of Knights, there was an extremely strong killing intent at this moment.

Undoubtedly, the girl named Mordred wanted to kill the King of Knights with all her strength, and let this woman die no matter what.

That is an unforgettable hatred, an entanglement that can never be concealed.

"Kill you."

Mordred murmured in a low voice, his words were full of decisive killing intent.

"Kill you."

The tone gradually rose, and the incomparably hearty voice turned into absolute distortion at this moment.

The heroic spirit named Mordred was entangled with a deep "seven five seven" black breath, which was almost the embodiment of an evil spirit.

Mordred, whose own legend has nothing to do with justice, was able to become a heroic spirit only by relying on the feat of completely bringing the King Arthur epic to an end. However, because of this, she also has the ability to become an evil spirit. possible.

However, if it was enough to kill the King of Knights, Mordred would be willing to turn into an evil spirit.

But, it's impossible, Mordred naturally knows how powerful Arturia with 'Avalon' is.

"Kill you, absolutely, definitely kill you, Arthur!"

Roaring in a low voice, on her body, the silver armor covered the immature skin.

Because Mordred is a replica of the King of Knights, a product created by magic.

Therefore, her age in this world is only less than ten years old, which is more in line with the age of a young girl than Lolita.

However, her appearance has a figure of fifteen or sixteen years old. Even though she is slightly inferior to the King of Knights, she is equally barren.

"Come on, such a mistake must be ended."

Arturia looked at Mordred who was wielding the long sword, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, following that, a firm will gathered in her eyes.

No matter what, he must kill it.

"Kill you!"

Mordred roared, and rushed towards Artoria. At the same time, that girl, the King of Knights, also groaned.

"Die, Wind King Barrier!"

The hurricanes turned into the sharpest blades and swept towards Mordred.

There is no doubt that this time, Arturia is going all out, she is extremely determined to completely defeat her enemy.

Whether it was the destruction of her own kingdom or the betrayal of her knights, at this moment Artoria put all these on Mordred's shoulders.

This is the so-called 'Knight King doesn't understand people's hearts'.

It's different from those kings who are like lions, who are arrogant so they don't admit their mistakes, and kings who are like foxes, who build up prestige in order to shirk responsibility.

This girl named King of Knights really thinks so, and she blames all these things on Mordred.

Without Mordred's treachery, the nation would not have been torn apart.

Without the instigation of this girl, the army would have been difficult to disintegrate.

Without her, without the existence of this guy, Arthur's legend would not end here, and Artoria would not bear such a heavy responsibility.

At this moment, in her heart, there is also the same hatred as Mordred.

The two identical girls hated each other at this moment, and then the swords intertwined.

Effortlessly split the oncoming Wind King's barrier with the already dim holy sword in his hand, and Mordred appeared in front of the Knight King as a matter of course.

Then, without any hesitation, let alone a trace of mercy, he cut off the long sword in his hand towards Arturia's head, towards the delicate face that was exactly the same as his own.

And looking at the sharp sword attacking, Artoria didn't panic at all. On countless battlefields, she had long been accustomed to the breath of steel and blood intertwined.