Chapter 116 Allahhu Akbar
Saber took a long breath. Mordred, as the replica that Morgan poured hope into, has inherited his own strength to a considerable extent. When he first entered the round table, although he had many shortcomings, his loyalty overflowed. Heart, even outsiders can easily feel it, why on earth did it become like this?
She said sharply: "Idiot! Losing the power of justice is like blood that is no longer flowing. It is precisely because I am a king that I am responsible for this country. I only act according to desires. What is the leading country and corpses?" different?"
The icy wind mixed with air poured into Mordred's lungs, and Saber's earnest words hit her psychologically.
Until this time, until the swords met, it was clearly a complete failure, but like a naive little girl, she stubbornly believed in these things.
What I hate the most is Arthur who looks like this!
Mordred slashed horizontally with both hands, swung the big sword in his hand like a sledgehammer, and the ear-piercing scream sounded together with her icy answer.
"My strength is composed of talent, my accumulated practice and the battles I have experienced. They are my extension. I talk about justice all day long and become a perfect king. Compared with me, you are more like a Some walking corpses."
"Arthur, it's more effective to prove who is stronger and more effective than these boring remarks, isn't it?"
Under the thick night, the surge of magical power turned into a tornado of lightning and wind whirl, soaring into the sky, even if it was thousands of meters away, Kenneth, who could not see the details of the battlefield at all, could still see clearly clearly.
Kenneth's face sank, if not for his fiancée, he would already be angry now.
The timing was so good before, enough for the two riders to retreat, but they were messed up by the mad dog who couldn't tell the situation.
"Since I chose the position of Berserker, I don't even have the ability to control a mad dog and see the situation clearly, so I shouldn't have any expectations for this kind of extreme eastern countryside."
Kenneth understood that no one was to blame for this, who would have thought that Mordred would meet the King of Knights? In the job agency of a berserker, and meeting someone with deep obsessions, this kind of madness can be said to be expected.
But his pampered personality since he was a child still made him complain uncontrollably.
"Enough, hurry up and get rid of him, use the treasure, even if your performance is not enough, I can't lose!"
Kenneth frowned—he felt Sola's gaze flickering over. Originally, in this Holy Grail War, Kenneth purely wanted to get his qualifications.
Let Sola see his own excellence.
Even if he taught Weber a lesson, it was just incidental. When he made special preparations for this war, he felt that he had already won.
The best servant, the best master, this combination has been deflated since joining the war, and this result makes Kenneth very anxious.
The berserk Mordred is equal to Saber in terms of parameters, and the power of the Noble Phantasm seems to be comparable, so let's use the master's advantage to crush it.
Let Saber keep using the Noble Phantasm, see if the mad dog can hold on?
Kenneth, who had just issued an order with his sharp voice, suddenly found that there were abnormal fire alarms ringing around.
"What's wrong?"
Sola stood up nervously. After witnessing the battle of Heroic Spirits at close range that day, Sola, who had never experienced magic battles, even felt a little rebellious about it.
However, Kenneth showed a smile instead, and picked up the phone in the guest room next to him calmly.
After hearing the news from inside, he nodded in satisfaction and hung up the phone.
"The downstairs is on fire. It must have been set on fire."
For the magician, this situation is not considered a crisis at all, and the timing is so coincidental that this kind of thing happened not long after Saber left.
"Someone is coming to attack. He is planning to drive away all irrelevant people."
Obviously he was the target of the attack, not only was Kenneth not angry, but there was a confident arc on the corner of his mouth.
Back, the familiar feeling is back.
Create a commotion, drive away irrelevant people, and avoid mysterious exposure. In the remaining time, it is time to show wisdom and technology.
This is the magic battle he is familiar with.
"I didn't expect there to be a magician who knows the rules in such a barbaric place, so let the guests enjoy El-Mello's magic workshop."
As the monarch of the Mineral Section of the Clock Tower, the support brought by his family allowed Kenneth to have sufficient financial resources to build a workshop, even if it was only temporary.
The huge barrier covers almost half of the Hyatt Hotel from top to bottom. Unlike the Tohsaka family, it has a 24-layer barrier, full of evil spirits and ghosts, and even a magic workshop in a different space is normal. Followers cannot break through easily.
For the magicians of most theoretical factions, rather than taking the initiative to attack, perfecting one's own position is the mainstream idea.
Regardless of whether the other party has a follower or not, Kenneth is ready to make the other party understand the value of life. However, if the enemy is a little more sensible, admits defeat, orders the follower to commit suicide, and let him go out alive to convey the glory of El-Melloi. .
but--
After using hint magic to get rid of the person in charge of the evacuation, Kiritsugu lit a cigarette.
"Do it, Archer."
High above, overlooking the Hyatt Hotel of other buildings, from bottom to top, layers of flames and the violent roar caused by explosions resounded throughout Fuyuki!
This is Emiya Kiritsugu's usual method, if he can't break through the workshop, he just blows up the foundation.
Looking at the building that was slowly collapsing because the support point was blown off, with black smoke billowing from his body, Emiya Kiritsugu looked indifferently.
Next, it's time for his show.
Although rationality does not believe that there is any magic that can protect them under such an explosion, Emiya Kiritsugu never underestimates the enemy, especially when the opponent is the monarch.
The people around have already paid attention to it. It is absolutely not allowed to expose mystery and magic under the gaze of the crowd.
However, terrorist attacks that don't involve magic can.
Taking out his remodeled firearms dress, and after confirming that the precious bullets were completely exhausted, Emiya Kiritsugu put him away, carried the gun bag on his back, and walked towards the center of the explosion.
"Disperse the crowd, and the hunt begins."
"Understood, master."
Archer sighed, "Yeah daze, why do I always do such troublesome things."
In the case of exposing magic, he would be wanted, so in order to disperse the crowd, Emiya Kiritsugu discussed with him a more extreme method, and completely characterized the accident.
Because of his experience in the Middle East, Archer skillfully wrapped his head with a white cloth, dressed in a white robe, rushed into the crowd of spectators, and fired guns at the sky.
"Allahhu Akbar!"
"Ahhhh!!"
The crowd broke out into even greater commotion and began to flee in all directions, away from the ruins of the explosion.
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