Second World Book

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Principelin laughed at himself. He responded to the Holy Grail call and descended as a servant, hoping to get the Holy Grail to make a wish and rewrite the history of his murder of Franz Ferdinand.

As an underage student, he was a nationalist with a strong sense of patriotism, and his blood was spattered five steps away when he was angry, but he never expected that his actions would bring such a tragic disaster to the world. He died of illness in prison, and he had endless regrets in his heart.

It's a pity that he participated in the subspecies Holy Grail War with the small Holy Grail mechanism, not the real Holy Grail War. Naturally, it is impossible to make a wish, but he is driven by the Master as a familiar.

So that's the case. No wonder the magic power stored in the Command Seal is less than 1/10 of the real Command Seal. There is no Great Holy Grail, but a killing game between pure magicians. It's really boring! Lin Mo heard Pu Lin Xilin sneered at what he said, and he had roughly analyzed what was going on, but how the Holy Grail principle was leaked, and it seemed to be flooded, even modern followers could be dug up to participate in the battle.

It’s not that Lin Mo wears colored glasses to look at modern servants, but that with the advancement of science and technology in modern times, personal heroic force has been completely replaced by formal cooperation, and there is no personal heroic legend. It is very difficult to sublimate treasures, and the mysterious decline is even more difficult. Seriously made up a knife.

Princilin said with a gloomy expression, How is it? Have you considered it? Join me! Although I am not a qualified assassin, the intelligence work on our side is the most complete, and the strong alliance, this time Victory must be ours.

I don't understand! Lin Mo raised his hand to support his forehead, looked at Principelin with caring eyes for mentally handicapped children, and said, Since there is no Holy Grail, what's the point of victory? It's only for those magicians who are willing to work hard. Be a loyal dog?

What... how can you say such a thing... By the way, you killed your master, and sure enough, you are actually doing something crooked! Principelin noticed that Lin Mo looked down upon him, and had no intention of cooperating at all, and pulled out the The black pistol pointed at Lin Mo and shouted.

Oh, I almost forgot, even though you are a Servant Killer, you are a hero. In that kind of environment, not many people have the courage to assassinate you, even if you are young and impulsive. Lin Mo I suddenly realized the anger of the opponent. Unlike traditional assassins, this one was in front of the public. No, to be precise, he was just an ordinary student before the assassination was completed.

One more thing, your master is very unprofessional, and even showed up when the situation is unknown.

Papa pa! There was a sound of applause, and a sharp-edged middle-aged man in a black suit walked in from the door.

Raj still has some skills, it took a little effort to destroy the barriers and traps he set up. But—

It's really stupid to die. It's ugly and stupid to have your head chopped off by your familiar.

The middle-aged man came in with a sense of superiority and disdain for the dead Raj, and immediately said proudly with a noble salute: I am the magician of the clock tower, an unknown archer, and become my servant to fight for me. If it is not an excessive request, I will agree to you as a nobleman.

Sounds like a reward! Well, Principelin, what did your 'curse him to death' promise you? Lin Mo asked with a disdainful smile, looking at Principelin.

Principelin hesitated for a moment and said, Publish a letter for me, a letter of apology.

Since he can't get the Holy Grail to make a wish, Principelin can only do the next best thing. Even if it is not substantive, he still hopes to apologize to the whole world once. This is his last wish during his lifetime.

You are really a tragic hero. Lin Mo commented, and immediately looked at the magician from the clock tower.

It seems that you came prepared. Assassin suffers a lot from the front, but he is good at dealing with magicians. Gaining two servants will establish the chance of winning. I'm right.

It was seen through at a glance, but as far as I know, what that idiot got should be the holy relic from Africa, and he actually summoned the Eastern Servant.

Even as an archer, if you don't want to disappear, it would be ideal to cooperate with me! The magician said with a look of confidence in Lin Mo's confident tone.

Tsk tsk, how arrogant! What if I say no?

If you refuse, I can only send you back to the Seat of Heroes with regret. How much power can you exert without your master?

Then I'll show you a little bit. With a move, Lin Mo chopped the golden ax embedded in the eaves as if attracted, and flew back with a swish, and fell back into his hand.

Not good— Principlin's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand to shoot.

boom--!

Dang! The bullet was blocked by the golden ax face, and the next moment, Lin Mo rushed to Principelin.

So fast!? Princilin's complexion changed suddenly. The other party was not an archer but actually engaged in melee combat... He hated the archers of the previous generation and was not doing his job properly.

Assassin kills him with the treasure. The magician roared, since his face was torn apart, there was no need to show mercy.

But... Principelin was a little reluctant, but feeling the resolute tone of the master, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and launch: My gun must be the fuse that triggers world wars—【Calamity Bullet】!

With a bang, the bullet ejected from the chamber, Lin Mo slapped the face of the axe, and the bullet was ejected with a duang sound.

Ah— the magician let out a miserable cry, a hole the size of a bowl was broken in his abdomen, and blood and internal organs flowed down

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Master! Principelin looked back, horrified, how could he not have thought that it was his own Noble Phantasm that activated and killed his master.

Fighting with me, you can still lose your mind? Although it is the same to me, you are nothing more than a miscellaneous soldier... Oh, by the way, this time the job I came to is not an archer, but a grandforeigner. Next time, keep your eyes open a little!

Lin Mo had already arrived in front of Principelin. With a flash of golden light, he slashed assassin from shoulder to waist on the other side at a 45-degree angle, violently splitting it in half.

It turned out to be a grandforei... is it... Principelin's expression was filled with endless astonishment and a miserable smile when he heard it. How bad his luck must be to be able to meet a crowned servant, a crippled body, and a vassal in the subspecies Holy Grail War. Before it landed, it turned into light spots in the air and dissipated... ..