In the courtyard of the Emiya family, Rin Tosaka, who was wearing a short black silk skirt, was humming relaxed syllables, and her two black ponytails were swaying in the rhythm, indicating that the owner seemed to be in a good mood. Shirou Emiya was busy in the semi-open kitchen less than three meters away from her. The frying pan slightly shaking on the flames looked so handy. Obviously, the kitchen utensils were much more skillful in his hands than the magic circuit.

"Oh, is it really okay to continue like this? I always feel that the chef we came to is a temporary magician at best, although this chef's skills are indeed good..."

Annie was still hugging the big amazing Teddy doll, frowned slightly and seemed a little distressed.

"Ha, no matter how much you think, it will not change the facts. It's just that magic in his body... Well... the magic circuit has been increased by 15%. The circulation array composed of magic runes has been superimposed on the third level. Tosaka Rin can also condense the dark crystals to store magic power. It's good that the body of an ordinary human can do this step. In addition, the power of the saber Oriental Ancient Mirror breaks through the space, the rhythm of this team battlefield has been completely held by us."

A muffled sound came from the sturdy body covered with layers of metalized stratum corneum on the side.

"Although the facts are indeed like this, Chen said..."

Annie shook her head, and the sad face revealed by her cute and delicate little face made the strong metal man unable to help but speak, "Just give all this complex thinking to that sinister and cunning guy Chen. We have done all the things we can do so at present, right? The best-in-law Shirou and Tosaka Rin, the little bug of the Maki family and the Imperial Master of Medea have also reached a front alliance with us. Even if the one who wants to come, he will not be able to get it under the siege of five heroes."

In the backyard, Chen Yi himself was still dressed in a green and yellow alchemist feather robe, maintaining the Yuanyang Spirit Gathering Array. One by one, the beads emitting earth-yellow light floated out of thin air, and the towers and golden bridges of the sky appeared and appeared in the shadows of the sea of ​​clouds.

Under the cover of this sea of ​​clouds, mountains, fog, the Xuanyuan Sword in Yuwen Tuo's hand was like a golden light that spreads the sky and the earth. The ripples of the ancient mirror made talismans constantly condense and reorganize and then dissipate. Under the continuous evolution, an guqin engraved with Fuxi's Eight Trigrams also slowly emerged into shape.

Although the collapse of the order in the Holy Grail War plane was soon forcibly suppressed by the Hei Lingzhai, there was no abnormality around the Emiya family, Maki family, Tosaka family, or Riyudong Temple, such disasters still interfered with this adjacent parallel world like infectious diseases. Although it was still calm on the surface and there seemed to be no earth-shaking scene, the undercurrent of destruction had been quietly nurtured under the calm sea level.

Next to the warehouse dozens of kilometers away from the city of Touki City, a man in dark blue armor flashed like a ghost, and a dark red light also smashed a giant brass-colored shield like a meteor.

Unlike the crispness of ordinary iron clashing, in a low and dull sound, the sharp tip of the spear transmits almost all the impact force into the shield as the magic power is transmitted. Although the master of the shield, a Spartan warrior with bronze war armor, is far stronger than the dark blue armor, he was still hit and couldn't help but take three steps back under this attack.

"Spartans, you are an excellent and deadly warrior, a real and enjoyable battle!"

Kuchulin, dressed in dark blue armor, said, and the spear in his hand burst into a heart-pounding scarlet light.

But he was disdainful of the announcement of the Kulin Mavericks. Even when he was almost out of balance, he had no intention of waiting for death. His ultimate fighting skills still allowed him to concentrate all his strength on the spear in his hand.

Compared with the dark red spear with thorn patterns in Kuchulin, the spear held by the Spartan warrior was undoubtedly a simple and direct weapon. The nearly eight-foot-long gun rod and the head of the spear twice as long as the ordinary spear made it look so ferocious. However, before the gun was stabbed out, the dark red light had already attacked again, inheriting the divinity of the God of Light Ruge, which made him far superior to ordinary heroes in both speed and power.

In just under half a second, Kuqiurin had completed five consecutive gun-removal movements, with five shots in a row, each shot accurately hitting the same point. Even the giant round shield and Spartan spear were swept open, and the door on the chest was opened without any protection.

"I will use my strongest strength to end your battle, and take the glory of the death-fighting of the person, and return to the Temple of Valhalla!"

Kuchulin shouted.

With the support of the Temple of Heroes, this bloodthirsty demigod Ulster completely escaped the embarrassing positioning that the power of order was weakened to the extreme. Even under the huge disadvantage of the blessing of homeland and popularity, it also vaguely surpassed the heroic spirits including the Knight King, and was not much inferior to the hero King Gilgamesh.

The moment the piercing of the Death Thorn Spear was his most deadly killer move, it was far beyond the speed of sound, and it was still increasing with an extremely terrifying momentum, but it did not emit any explosive sound barrier at all, like a red meteor that penetrated the enemy's body in silence and broke through the air raid.

At this moment, it would be too late to withdraw the gun and turn the shield into a defensive posture. The Spartan threw down the spear in his hand, then pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed it directly on the spear that had almost turned into red light, and the edge of the giant shield in his hand was also smashed hard.

Unlike ordinary swords, although the Spartans' sword is only twenty inches short, the blade body is much thicker and more solemn than all kinds of blades, exerting the destructive power to the fullest. The giant round shield is even stronger than any weapon under the terrifying force. Although the vision cannot capture the traces of the dark red light in front of him, he still used his intuition to smash the sword and shield in his hand heavily on the dark red spear.

"It can actually..."

The shock in Kuchulin's heart is conceivable. As we all know, there is still a big difference between heroes and their lives. The unknown ancient war weapons in the long river of fate cannot be compared with the treasure Gaiberga, the treasure in the hand of the demigod Ulster. The Spartan warrior in front of him can actually influence the trajectory of the spear in his hand by relying solely on combat skills and weapons in his hand, but this did not affect the final result.

Although the two shocks deviated a little from the trajectory drawn by the spear, it did not exceed the causal constraints of life and death. After drawing a arc in the air, the dark red meteor still attacked the Spartan warrior from another angle, and simply smashed the bronze armor and penetrated his heart.

"Caster and Sunder have appeared, so are they ber rkers? Although they were originally the ranks of weak heroes and their combat skills are indeed very powerful, but there are some lack of treasures and rank skills, this..."

A brown-haired priest in black clothes flashed a trace of doubt in his eyes, as if he felt that the heroic spirit in front of him seemed to be too weak. It was just a tentative attack that ended it simply. However, no matter how you say it is, it is always a good thing to exclude competitors. Facing the left and right attacks with the alliance, there is no time to think about it now: "Come back, lancer..."

"It's over. I will definitely remember this deadly fight with your and my life as bargaining chips. An unknown Spartan warrior..."

Kuchulin responded with a roar and pulled out the spear from the Spartan warrior's body and said, but for some reason, a sense of ominousness and uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart. The source of all this was the Spartan warrior he had already left.

This body, which was supposed to have been dissipated in magic, now has no intention of disintegrating at all. It just shattered like fragments of bronze armor and glass on its body, revealing scarlet stripes spreading down along the left forehead and left shoulder. The original bronze skin gradually turned into a grayish white with no vitality on the center of the left chest. The entanglement of death and resentment turned into the most intense anger.

With the spread of unknown disasters, his general's identity was distorted into the king of Sparta, the strongest Spartan warrior in history, and his will to destroy everything that was attempting to burn everything to ashes had been initially awakened.

"My life belongs to you, Ares. From this day on, I will take your wishes anywhere..."

In the almost inaudible whisper, iron chains with spikes were tightly wrapped around his arms, and burning his body like a vicious demon fire. Within thirty inches, ferocious blades of eight inches wide appeared in his hands, and he stood up again in a nearly floating posture.
Chapter completed!