The cold in his heart aggravated, and Shirou put down a bite of the food he had not eaten and tried hard to calm down himself.

No, no need to call the police, Shirou thought.

To deal with an opponent who is strange like a beast, an ordinary policeman may have been pierced by him like himself without even taking out a gun. And in this situation, even if he calls the police, it will be too late. The man might appear in front of him in the next minute. When the police arrive, it will be too late.

Calm down.

By the way, I called Tosaka, she was a magician. In the foreseeable future, she formed an alliance with her. She seemed to have a good relationship, and now she has a fellow...

Thinking of this, Shirou suddenly remembered that he didn't have a Tosaka phone number...

After a moment of silence, Shirou put aside this idea and thought about another possibility of self-rescue.

Well, in the current situation, I can only call the police first, and then delay the time as much as possible and wait for the police to arrive.

However, even if the police accepted the case and sent the police, how many, one, two, one with a baton or a spray can come? The gun management in this country is very strict, and not every policeman has a gun. And if you want to deal with that kind of person, you may only be like a special forces.

So no matter how many police officers come, they will only add meaningless death. It is not Shirou's wish to drag innocent people into the blood.

After figuring this out, Shirou gave up on making a call and decided to find a new strategy. But it must be fast, and the guy will not know when it will appear.

Calm down.

Although Saber saves herself in the second act of memory, I don’t know where she came from and how she came from. If she came one second late... no, in this case, I can’t put my hope on it. If she is one second late, there will be two consequences. I... I still have a lot of things to do.

But, what should I do?

By the way, look for a weapon and then immediately run to a crowded place with it. In this way, with his appearance, he will definitely not be able to get close to the crowd.

Then it's much easier to do whatever you want.

Although I seem to be able to project the sword of the magic weapon in the future, it seems that I have been taught some knowledge by Tosaka, so I succeeded. Shirou thought about some of the items he had projected in the past. Except for the sheet-shaped like swords, and things without complex shapes, the others like glass, tables, etc. are not. In addition to the similar appearance, they are just empty shells. Well, among the complex items, the most successful item that he projected is a kettle...

He shook his head desperately and cleared his messy thoughts out of his mind. Shirou focused his attention on finding weapons (then it is because of this reason, so the reinforcement magic he had done in the past has not been successful).

But where are the weapons? I am an ordinary family, where does this come from?

Suddenly, Shirou's mind flashed.

By the way, I am not an ordinary family. If there are weapons, there should be one there.

Well, except for being a half-toned magician, the biggest difference between my own home and others is that there is a waste warehouse.

Thinking of this, Shirou got up, opened the door and rushed out.

It was not built with the mansion, and the warehouse was built in a corner of the yard.

The items collected into the warehouse are basically some of the faulty daily necessities that I picked up. Well, it’s not because I like to pick up rags, because I can’t accept things that I can still use but don’t use, so I picked them up. For example, although many items in the warehouse are faulty, many things can be reused as soon as they are repaired.

Because of this, countless strange things are piled up in the warehouse, and there are also many things that can be used as weapons.

However, Shirou's thoughts ended here.

Looking at the warehouse getting closer and closer, Shirou even relaxed his face.

Suddenly a biting chill hit his back, and the originally stretched muscles suddenly stiffened, but the sound of hell-like air tearing open came from his ears.

He kicked hard and rushed forward desperately. Shirou barely avoided the fatal blow.

"Chew!"

The sound of steel inserting into the soil.

Shirou rushed to the ground, but immediately stood up and turned around.

I saw the blue figure as expected.

The name Lancer looked at him with a depressed look on his face, and the spear in his hand pulled out from the ground: "Ah, I'm so alert and dodged it. Hey, I'm just thinking about you, wanting you to end without pain. It's really... Well, what are you looking at?"

Shirou quickly turned his eyes back when he heard this and looked at him. Just now he was thinking about whether he could find an opportunity to rush into the warehouse and take something as a weapon, but he was immediately discovered by the lancer in front of him.

Damn, so keen, he saw it after just a glance. How could he go there if he did? Thinking of this, Shirou couldn't help but glance at the warehouse again.

As a result, when I turned my eyes again, there was a grim face in front of me.

"From your appearance, I seem to want to go there. Is there anything important to do? "The man holding a spear in front of me looked at him at zero.

Shirou was stunned. Unexpectedly, Lancer's speed was like a ghost, but in the blink of an eye, he came to him.

But despite being afraid, he kept calm as much as possible. He knew that in this case, rash action would only die faster, so he remained motionless while staring at Lancer's movements.

Lancer followed Shirou's gaze just now, then leaned intimately to Shirou and said, "Well, it seems that you have some very important things to do there. Well, let's give you this time. After all, you are the only one I want to kill for the second time. Give you a small advantage."

However, Shirou still did not move, not only because of fear, but also because he could not understand the meaning of Lancer's words just now.

Lancer smiled: "Hehe, don't be so nervous, go quickly... Well, since you can't move, then let me... help you."

The calm words suddenly turned into a harsh yell, and Lancer kicked Shirou's waist.

The practice of staring at Lancer was effective at this time. When Lancer stepped out, Shirou lowered his body. At the same time, his hands crossed in a cross shape, blocking his chest.

Bang.

Lancer's leg kicked Shirou's arms. Despite the resistance, Shirou was still kicked out.

A broken sound came from his ears. When he came to his senses again, Shirou found himself lying on the wooden ground in the warehouse.

He struggled to sit up, and a piercing pain suddenly came into his heart from his back. Shirou coughed a few times and gritted his teeth and stood up.

Damn it, that guy actually...

I never thought that I would be completely kicked out like a football. The distance just now was probably more than ten meters, and I also broke through the warehouse door and flew inside. In this case, it is really time to thank God.

But it was not the time to think about this. There were mountains of objects around. Shirou pulled out a long steel pipe that was supposed to be used for hot water pipes from one of them and looked at the door.

But for some reason, Lancer outside the house didn't seem to have the intention to come in. Shirou stared at the door for three seconds, but he still couldn't see him coming in.

What's going on? Why didn't he come in...

Suddenly, Shirou remembered the sneak attack just now, shuddered, turned around, and paid attention to the surroundings and above his head.

At this moment, a man shouted outside the house: "Hey, have you finished what you want to do? Come out quickly."

Shirou: "…"

"Horse, it'll be fine soon." He shouted almost ridiculously, and Shirou believed that Lancer would not seem to come in.

It seems that heroes are all abnormal people, but they also have time for him. So he started another job.

That man's spear was extraordinary, with the ability to penetrate the heart, and in terms of destructive power, he could penetrate Saber's armor. Therefore, ordinary weapons could not be compared with him at all. It was impossible to fight against him with the same steel pipe as him.

so……

"traceon(the start of co-tuning)."

Consciousness was concentrated. While reciting the mantra, Shirou concentrated all his consciousness on the steel pipe about 120 cm long.

"Constructing the material, explaining it."

If you want to deal with that spear, then ordinary weapons are useless, but you only have these around you, so you can only strengthen the existing materials.

Feeling the cold touch on the steel pipe, it was like injecting magic into it as if I was about to seep my blood into it.

"Constructing material, strengthening."

I couldn't see liquid tentacles walking through the gaps of steel, and suddenly stopped... That's it, it's over.

The magic flows to every corner of the steel pipe, filling it up, before it overflows.

"The entire project, ended, and strengthened and completed."

After cutting off the contact between the steel pipe and himself, Shirou's body suddenly shook like a chill.

In fact, it was done.

Shirou doesn't know how hard the steel rod is in his hand, but if the same steel pipe is in contact with it, Shirou is confident that he will break it into two pieces.

It's really ironic that magic tricks that have never been successful after Kiritsugu's death can actually wake up smoothly in this situation - has the fear of death stimulated his potential?

Ah, even in this situation, you should be happy. After all, you have not successfully completed the enhanced magic for several years. It is ironic that the magic that has not been formed once since my father died has been smoothly carried out under this situation. Moreover, maybe, next, I will save my life with this temporary spear.

At the same time, standing outside, the bored Lancer frowned.

This feeling...

Flying into the warehouse, Lancer stared at the boy in front of him: "Hey, boy, what did you do just now, right?"

Without saying anything, Shirou held a temporary spear and stared at the lancer in front of him, not daring to relax at all.

Lancer glanced at Shirou's body and swept it a few times. Finally, his eyes stopped on the temporary spear in Shirou's hand.

"Oh, that's right, oh, this really surprised me. Although it was weak, I did feel the magic power." Lancer's face showed a smile: "You can survive if your heart is penetrated, and there are no scars at all. It's because of this reason."

As if sighing regretfully, Lancer said, "Maybe you are the seventh person, but that's all."

Indeed, the seventh person is, but now it is not like those times. What we have to do now is to delay time and wait for our servant to come... But, by the way, how did saber summon him.

At this time, Lancer raised his spear and looked at Shirou: "Looking at your appearance, your body seems to have completely recovered. And, well, although it is inappropriate, you have chosen a weapon that makes me like you. Well, let me be happy."

Shirou took a deep breath. Shirou understood that no matter how he resisted, he would definitely not be able to fight against ancient heroes. At this time, his only chance of winning was the length of the lancer weapon.

The reason why I didn't go out just now was waiting for Lancer to come in is because the terrain here is relatively favorable. The narrow and miscellaneous warehouse is not suitable for long spear combat no matter how you look at it. Moreover, Lancer's gun is not as long as it is (I felt a little awkward when I wrote this sentence), and the steel pipe I chose is not as tall as it is, so it is still relatively favorable in this somewhat narrow space.

Next, it depends on your luck and see how long you can last.
To be continued...