Chapter 015 Celtic Myth Dilumudo

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"Get back..." When the last man moved forward, Sephiros' four-meter-long sword was blocked in his way.

"You are not his opponent." Safiros's face was calm and calm. Looking at the heroic spirit, the cloak blocked his face, and he could only see his thin and capable body.

"Of course I know," his voice was hoarse and ordinary. In the blink of an eye, he could never find his ordinary person in the crowd: "As the assassinator army, our responsibilities are not in battle. We are always daggers lurking in the dark. We break the disguise and find the truth. For the sake of intelligence, we can give our lives... We have no intention of defeating the enemy at all... Five people died but did not let the other party use treasures. This is the shame of our assassination army. The shame must be covered with blood." The other party's cold and ruthless words made everyone look at it in horror. After all, these assassins knew they were defeated but still died in order to find out the other party's intelligence. This loyalty is really shocking.

"Are you just letting them die like this? They die for you!" Saber shouted. She couldn't stand the way Kelar was still smiling beside him. He looked so hypocritical and disgusting.

Hearing Artoria's words, Keral's face slowly changed from a smile to a seriousness. He did not look at Artoria and gently lowered his eyelids.

But the assassination heroic spirit looked at Artoria trembled all over and screamed angrily: "What did you say! What did you say! How dare you say that sir! Only you! Only you can't say that!!!"

"!!" Artoria looked at the assassin who seemed to know her, not knowing what to deal with him.

"They... die as if they were." Keral spoke softly, and he said in a serious tone: "If a soldier does not die on the battlefield, it is an insult to him. If a politician does not die on the political field, it is an insult to him. If the spy forces do not die on the road to collecting intelligence, don't say such innocent words in the future." The pressure brought by Keral kept squeezed Artoria's aura, making Artoria deliberately refute but could not talk to Keral with the same dialogue.

"For Camelo! For glory! For Lord Sage!" The assassin shouted, his body was like lightning, and he rushed towards Lancer like a flash. Lancer's face was full of admiration and vigilance. He waved his guns, but saw the other party constantly changing speed and turning. If he didn't show his true skills, he would probably not be able to defeat him.

He had a dagger in his hand and a dagger in his hand. The dagger used it to attack, and the dagger held back and kept blocking the lancer's stabbing. The lance, who was approaching for a moment, had no choice.

Lancer's face was cold and he threw away the yellow short gun and faced the assassinator. Then the gun shadows stabbed the assassinator at high speed. The assassinator was also very skilled and was fundamentally different from his previous colleagues. Perhaps this is why he is the boss.

He was calm and calm and used his staggered steps to avoid these gun shadows. He still had a chance to bully him and planned to stab him.

But as soon as Lancer stepped on his feet, he saw that the yellow gun on the ground was stomped up by him. Because it was too fast, it was pierced into the abdomen.

Just as Lancer was about to pursue, the opponent disappeared and returned to Kailar in an instant.

"Your Highness." Half-squatting, he pulled out his yellow short gun and threw it out, lowering his head and said in shame: "Wound, please give me your highness."

Kailar nodded slightly and a white light spread out.

Obviously, this yellow short gun is definitely a treasure, and you can tell if you look at Kelar's treatment methods but cannot heal.

"I understand..." Kailar shook his head gently: "Your sacrifice is valuable, go."

The assassination hero only had his mouth (the rest was covered by a cloak) and showed a happy smile. Then he didn't say anything, holding a dagger to his neck and a dagger to his heart at the same time.

In an instant, he turned into the Ether and returned to the Temple of Heroes, and there was no more nonsense to say.

This kind of death-like existence made everyone feel a chill on their backs, and goose bumps were really cold from the back of their thighs to the back of their heads.

Think about it again, there were more than a hundred assassins who had just disappeared. Everyone was frightened. The masters who watched the battle from a distance through magic were fine. Kenes and Kiritsugu Emiya looked ugly and almost like they had eaten stool. They both participated directly and came in. The road was on the road. No matter how powerful they were, would there be still a moment to not relax? These assassins with "breath closure" and "lurking" skills are guaranteed to find opportunities!

Not only are you in danger, but you are even in danger!

Emiya Kiritsugu thought of Alice and Maiya at the first time, while Kenes thought of Kaira.

The most dangerous thing is that the two of them change their colors at the same time.

"I know your true face." Keral closed his eyes and smiled: "The magic tear mole that seduces female charm in the crystal legend, the two long and short double guns... and one of them is a curse... Is there anyone else besides the heroes in our Celtic mythology, the Dilumudo of the Knights of Fiona?"

Keral's words brought a burst of praise from the heroes, and Gilgamesh stood on the telephone pole with admiration and playfulness: "Oh! It's so simple that it's judged... It's very good! Sage!"

"But I'm sorry, Ireland and Scotland were destroyed by me, Camelo. Your legend... can still be passed down. It really makes me wonder." Keral frowned in distress and said.

The so-called Celtic myth refers to the general term for the three myths of Irish myths, English myths, and Scottish myths before the Anglo-Saxons completely captured the British Isles. They later lost a lot due to invasion and the Roman Catholic Church, but the most famous one is the legend of King Arthur.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Artoria. They were almost the same clan and origin. In fact, Gilgamesh, who knew the situation, looked at Kelar and looked like he was watching the show.

"It's really annoying." Keral shook his head and pointed at Dilumudo gently and said, "Then, Safiros, please."

"Oh..." Safiros took a step forward gently, and his sharp sword intent instantly filled the space.
Chapter completed!