Chapter 45: Emiya Kiritsugu Loses Contact

Ward W2000 sniper rifle.

It was originally designed for the Olympic shooting competition, and its accuracy reached the level of the semi-automatic PSG-1 sniper rifle. Since it has been discontinued for a long time and the production is only 176, each of them is worth about 90,000 US dollars.

For the magician killer who is already a freak, this weapon that can be called an alien is really a perfect match for him.

The 7.62mm bullet shot at Weber's forehead. If nothing unexpected happened, the young magician would be easily pierced through the head.

Even Weber himself realized his death at this moment.

It's over...?

The past scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, and in the end, Weber had an impulse to smile bitterly.

His past was really boring, boring, and childish.

Just because he ran to participate in the Holy Grail War out of anger, it was like a runaway who broke into the war-torn Middle East - it was undoubtedly a suicidal act.

Perhaps people can only feel something before they die, but it's too late.

The bullet broke through the air, and the kiss of death was only one step away from him.

The silver light broke through the air and blocked Weber.

"Bang!"

In the sparks, the hard sword of Cyprus knocked the bullet away, and it also hit Weber's head due to the reaction force, just like a "gentle" flick of a king's finger, waking Weber from the illusion of death.

"What are you doing, kid, defend quickly!" Iskandar kept throwing the dagger and shouted loudly.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!" Weber covered the red mark on his forehead and had just performed a defensive magic, and the sound of a submachine gun with a silencer was heard from another place.

There was more than one assassin!

Although the bullets of Steyr AUG are not as penetrating as those of Ward W2000, the overwhelming barrage is enough to completely tear a person's flesh and blood apart.

"Why are you coming at me alone?" Weber looked devastated, but he did not give up easily. Instead, he gritted his teeth and arranged a new defensive magic.

Although the magic barrier was easily torn apart by the bullets of modern hot weapons, it also bought enough time for Weber.

"Bang." There was a loud sound like a weight falling to the ground. Obviously, this momentum was not something that Weber's small body could do. The next moment, Weber only felt the whistling of the wind. Rider, who landed before him, grabbed his waist and protected him in his broad chest. He drew out his dagger and swept towards the bullet group with a stern face.

At the moment when Iskandar protected him, Waver felt unprecedented peace of mind, but he soon came to his senses and realized the problem - without using the treasure, Iskandar was nothing more than a stronger ancient soldier. How could he escape unscathed from the muzzle of a modern gun!

"Rid——" When the words came to his lips, Waver's pupils shrank, and the splashing blood took away his mind.

It is true that the Sword of Cyprus cut off many bullets for Rider, but Iskandar was a king who led his army to conquer, not a warrior with divine martial arts, and could not block a full thirty bullets.

For the remaining crisis, the red-haired strong man chose to block it in a simple way.

The muscle-bound arm was thick enough, like a small shield, enough to block the rain of bullets with insufficient stamina.

So, blood and flesh splattered, and dozens of terrifying holes were left on the arm of the King of Conquerors, and even smoke was coming out.

This is definitely not the effect that ordinary bullets can produce.

After a moment of stagnation, Waver hurriedly cast a healing magic to heal Rider's injuries.

"R... Rider! How are you!" At the end, Waver, who was still a student, had already started crying, "Idiot! You big idiot!"

"Why are you panicking! I am a servant, and this injury is not as serious as the plague I suffered when I was marching and fighting!" Iskandar waved his hand, and the injury on his right arm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. One could even see wisps of black air oozing out, disappearing with the remaining resentment.

"It's a bullet with necromancy." Even though he was panicked for a moment, Weber was an excellent student of the Clock Tower after all, and he immediately recognized the source of the damage. "It can break your magic resistance, Rider. It seems that at least two sections of spells have been added... Can you find the killer, Rider?"

"No, I'm not good at finding the enemy." Iskandar lowered his head and looked at Weber, who seemed to have matured in an instant, although there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. He smiled and asked with a thoughtful look, "So, what should we do next, Master?"

Weber, who was thinking, did not realize that he was addressed as Rider. After thinking for a moment, he He sighed helplessly: "Although I am reluctant, let's retreat, Rider."

Perhaps because he was tempered by death, Waver said frankly: "My existence will restrict your hands and feet, and the cavalry (Rider) who is cautious cannot gallop on the battlefield at all."

At the end, the thin master was still a little dejected: "I'm sorry, Rider, you must be disappointed to meet a master like me."

A heroic laugh interrupted his self-pity. Waver felt his body lighten, and he was lifted up by Iskandar. With the rumbling thunder in the sky, the Wheel of Divine Power broke through the air and carried them away into the distance.

"The King of Conquerors will leave for now. Heroic Spirits, please continue to enjoy this wonderful night!"

Even though he left early, the King of Conquerors remained heroic, and the swordplay in the warehouse street also paused for a moment, as if saying goodbye.

Then the fight resumed.

————

"Failed to clear the target. According to the original plan, we will move to target point 2."

The woman named "Hisayu Maiya", the half of the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu, reported in a low voice through the Bluetooth headset. She quickly disassembled the AUG expressionlessly and then walked away in small steps.

But inevitably, I recalled the figure of the red-haired strong man and the angry, lion-like eyes at that moment.

Heroic Spirits... I'm afraid humans can't defeat them.

Hisayu Maiya made a faint conclusion in her heart.

Only she and Kiritsugu knew what the magazine bullets that had been fired earlier were proving.

The cause can be traced back to the winter city a year ago. During those days, Hisayu Maiya happened to be out collecting information. When she came back, the young man named "Sakutsuki" who defeated the Einzbern family by himself had disappeared.

But the influence he caused still remained - in the communication with the young man, Emiya Kiritsugu understood how powerless ordinary bullets, the weapons that made him famous, were in front of the real strong.

So, without Irisviel knowing, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisayu Maiya went out several times, and finally found a freak who was both a mercenary and a necromancer with the help of an intermediary - Shishi Jiejieli.

After paying nearly half of his property, Emiya Kiritsugu got a new magic gift in addition to the "origin bullet" - magic bullets blessed with the resentment of the dead.

Judging from the injuries of the red strong man, these bullets can indeed cause some trouble to the servants.

This is enough - after all, the task of defeating the servants does not belong to the master.

At this moment, Hisau Maiya suddenly realized something and her body suddenly stiffened.

"... Kiritsugu?"

The Bluetooth headset, which had been functioning normally, remained silent until now.

Emiya Kiritsugu.

No response!