I, the Human Race, Hit You!

Chapter 37 Spell 2

After the three incantations, Saber, Lancer, and Rider all had an idea in their minds.

An attack at the level of a Noble Phantasm that is rubbed in the hands - facing such an enemy, keeping a distance will only lead to a dead end.

Therefore——absolutely entangle her, break through the attack of the spell, fight with it in close quarters, and never give her a chance to prepare the spell.

The opponent is a Heroic Spirit who is both a magician and a long-range attacker, so it is unlikely that his melee combat ability will be equally good.

Speaking of rushing and maneuvering, it was originally a rider's job.

Although people in the heroic spirit world are not old now, swordsmen fire cannons, archers play close combat, assassins are just facing the front, and cavalry cover graves.But at any rate, the King of Conquerors still has an assault mount, and there are two more.

——It's a pity that they are gone!

Now, Diarmuid is the first to react.

The so-called 'human evil' refers to the malice directed at primates, and no heroic spirit can ignore it.

Participating in the Holy Grail War is just a vacation, and the job of the heroic spirit is to protect the world and protect humanity.

At the moment of her appearance, all heroic spirits are already allies without communication.

Therefore, without hesitation, Diarmuid rushed out first.

This task, this task of advancing and approaching the battle, is the most suitable to do by yourself - Diarmuid knows this very well.

The King of Conquerors and the King of Knights, the Noble Phantasms of both are stronger than expected.

But there is a point.They are kings.And Diarmuid is a warrior.

Commanding the army, the King of Conquerors, known as a military strategist and strategist, is not very powerful in hand-to-hand combat.

In the king's army, Diarmuid has seen the posture of the conquering king charging.

The behavior of the heart rushing on the strongest side of the battlefield is respectable, but the strength, speed, skill and reaction shown in the charge-cai's foot-picking.

Known for his undefeated bravery, the King of Knights probably has a good level of hand-to-hand combat.

But in the previous fights, Diarmuid could see that she was not proficient in using guns—maybe she was using the holy sword more in her lifetime, right?

Therefore, this sudden mission——can only be done by yourself.

Diarmuid rushed forward, ripples of magic power aroused under his feet.

fast.

Extremely fast.

Diarmuid was as fast as lightning.Diarmuid was originally a hero with the name of "Quick Foot" in the legend.

Once, his monarch, Finn, selected 21 wife candidates and asked them to line up at the foot of the mountain. Whoever reached the top of the mountain first would become his wife.

If the scale of this competition is expanded to cover both men and women, then Diarmuid must be the one who can win the first place in the knight order.

A-level agility, A-level magic power release (jumping), advancing with all his strength, Diarmuid seems to be transformed into light.

Diarmuid didn't know about spells, but he thought it was similar to magic.

No matter what kind of magic, it needs to be prepared, the more powerful the magic, the more cumbersome the process.

Chanting, output of magic power, even if one is careless, it may cause a mistake.

At such a close distance, Diarmuid believed in his own speed.

When he was advancing, suddenly, in front of Diarmuid, a thorn suddenly rose on the ground.

Rushing at this speed, when passing through the land, the ground thorn should just penetrate into his body.

Diarmuid didn't panic, changed his pace slightly, stared at the thorn with one foot, and jumped to the sky suddenly.

The slender ground thorns firmly gave Diarmuid some leverage.

For Diarmuid, who was able to stand firm on the tip of the destructive Yellow Rose spear, this level of leverage was a piece of cake.

The next moment, the wind picked up.

The strong wind blew in the air without warning, and Diarmuid, who jumped forward, was facing the strong wind, and his speed was getting slower and slower.

at the same time.Diarmuid only felt that his body became several times heavier, and the figure in the air fell straight down.

Finally, Diarmuid landed on the ground and made a heavy 'boom'.

The shoe print was three inches into the soil, and there was a faint 'click' sound, probably a broken bone?

But Diarmuid's expression didn't change at all.The heroic spirit itself has a physical composition similar to that of a human being, and the heroic spirit will bleed and fracture when injured.

But that's just a similarity. The essence of a heroic spirit is the composition of magic power. As long as the magic power is sufficient, the injuries received will have almost no effect and will recover soon.

"The ground thorns before, the oncoming wind in the air, and the sudden increase in the weight of my body..."

"Is it the effect of a spell? But the power has dropped too much! It works!"

Thoughts flashed through Diarmuid's mind like lightning, and then he continued to charge without stopping.

Xiaoyu's eyes flickered slightly.

In Tamamo-mae's eyes, the Saber in front of her has a noble soul.

Restricted by geis, the knight had to elope with the princess, alone and widowed.

However, in the more than ten years of elopement, the knight has never crossed the thunder pond.

Compared to the knight's approach, Liu Xiahui is just a younger brother.

This knight's restraint on himself is worthy of praise from countless people. Except for the client who is the sufferer, no one can single out the knight.

... Xiao Yuzao doesn't care about this!

Xiaoyu's eyes are fierce.

Xiaoyu didn't understand Diarmuid much, but he could guess a thing or two by looking at the soul.

Being loved by someone, and loving that person, but not crossing the threshold for more than ten years.

——Isn’t this just human scum!

True love is invincible, long live true love!

For true love, even if she is against the entire world, Xiao Yuzao will not hesitate at all.

But now, she clearly loves each other, but is constrained by the boring reality. She doesn't have the courage to overcome all difficulties, nor does she have the courage to give up everything.

Cowards, weak chickens, scum, human disqualification, go home and love an inflatable one.

Pooh!

Deliberately weakening the power of the spell, seeing Saber coming in front of her, Tamamo's slightly narrowed eyes shone slightly.

Spells are a means of praying to the gods and gaining the power of the gods.

But Tamamo-mae's spell was not like that.

Curse ex, but with the addition of ex, none of them is simple.

Amaterasu is the ancestor of Japanese magic.

Spells are tricks in which humans borrow the power of gods.

But for the gods, spells are a means of controlling their own power.

Seeing Saber's long sword slashing towards him, Tamamomae blinked slightly.

"For example, it's easy to do a physical attack with a 'program that uses your own body as a material'."

Leaping up lightly, Saber's sword cut through the air, Xiao Tamamo turned sideways and kicked Saber.

"Discriminate!"

"useless!"

Xiao Yuzao flipped backwards a few times, then leaped high, aiming at the part slightly below Saber's lower abdomen, and gave a flying kick.

"The air is extinguished."

"Take a shot at me, marriage fraud will be punished."

Xiao Yuzao clapped her hands, ignoring the wailing of Saber behind her, she looked at the King of Conquerors and the King of Knights, and said coldly, "Who else?"

Good women never look back at the explosion.

PS: I don't know why, but the subsections of this chapter have been eaten up, which is uncomfortable.

Reissued.

Chapter 38 Assassination

Diarmuid's body bent into a Pippi Shrimp, holding his belly with both hands, howling in his mouth.

The pain is too painful to live, and the liver and intestines are broken.

Its wailing sound can be said to be tears for the listener and sadness for the one who hears it.

The King of Conquerors shrunk his legs and took two steps back, empathizing with him.

The king of conquest, the king who aims at the world and intends to see all goals in his eyes.

No matter how formidable challenges he faced, the king never flinched.

He held his breath nervously... Cowardly.

"Why don't I run away! The matter between the heroic spirits can only be called a strategic transfer, and it is by no means cowardly."

The King of Conquerors looked at Diarmuid with some fear.

For Heroic Spirits, death is not a terrible thing, it is just a return to the Hall of Heroes, and it is not that they have never died.

But—the death penalty for marriage fraud?

The Conqueror shuddered.

That would be the shadow of a man's life!Even if he returned to the Hall of Valor, he could not wash away this shame.