Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

Projection magic is the magic of using magic power to create mirror images or imitations of objects that exist in reality. Among the many servants Chaldea has, Archer Emiya is the pinnacle of this.

For swords, Tatsuka Fujimaru is most familiar with the boy Kiri Yasuna. After all, he used it not long ago, so based on the imagination of that part of the memory, he successfully projected this magic weapon.

The young man held the knife, and his extremely sharp aura was like a ferocious beast with teeth and claws, just waiting for the master to untie the chain around his neck, so that he could pounce on Falcon Watanabe and tear it into pieces.

The young man couldn't help taking a few steps back, but he didn't even notice that his back touched the tree trunk. A few enemy knives caught his negligence and launched an attack from a blind angle above the slope.

Two white shadows crossed him, and the two staggered slashes tacitly split the enemies in two. Blood exploded in mid-air, like a light rain.

"...!" By the time the young man came to his senses, his hunting clothes had been dyed red, and his temples had been cut neatly by the enemy knife.

If it wasn't for those two people who shot just now, his head would have been separated. The strong smell of blood made Watanabe Falcon stunned for a long time before reaching out to form a protective barrier.

"Why don't you bring your white-haired valet with you?" Fujimaru Tachika asked, this time the young man brought only Sanhua Tachi and Odachi, without the impressive shadow of Fusangshen before.

Is it too small to underestimate the battle?

Watanabe Hayabusa pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a far-fetched smile, "...Hmph, he is not needed here, here at all. You are a different kind! The battle is left to the sword..."

The young man was too lazy to finish listening, so he cut him unconscious with a sharp hand knife, and then said to his subordinate Fu Sangshen: "Shut up now if you have any opinions, and let him come to me for a one-on-one challenge when the mission is over."

Sword Man: ...

With the help of Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Fujimaru Tateka easily brought the young man to the side of Yaoken.

"Give him face, at least let him take a breath before going back." The boy ordered while using the blood on his fingers to draw an octagonal snowflake shape on the palm of the dagger, "Don't leave here, it will be over soon."

"General, I'm fine..."

"obedient."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned around and entered the enemy formation for the second time. It was a kind of rune magic, and it was a word with protective effect, so that he would not have to worry about the wounded.

Compared with Ogham script, runic script can perform magic without complicated rituals, and the effective interval is shorter, so it is suitable for warriors to use.

As soon as he stood firmly, Tsurumaru Kuninaga next to him reminded: "It's coming, the main hall."

Through the cooperation just now, those retrograde troops seemed to have discovered the power of the combination of master and servant, and began to send troops over continuously, and there were many short knives carrying throwing equipment in midair.

And the only Yaoken with high mobility was injured at this time and couldn't continue to fight. If the enemy's dagger succeeded again, there might be another wounded on their side.

The white Fu Sangshen couldn't help but be speechless when he saw this, "Hey, hey, this is the first time I've seen such a battlefield. No matter how you look at it, the number is amazing!"

"Are you afraid?" the young man stood shoulder to shoulder with him and asked in a low voice, his expression was indifferent and awe-inspiring, as if he was not facing a thousand troops.

"Hahahahaha!" Tsurumaru Kunyong couldn't help laughing, "It seems that the time has come for me to show my skills, don't be too surprised when the time comes, Lord Hall."

"Let's get started, give me the dagger above."

Fu Sangshen moved, it looked like a crane dancing on the battlefield, with a dignified and elegant demeanor, it appeared at the enemy's weak point, and continuously captured its life.

But the young man is still erratic, using Tsurumaru Kuninaga's extended scabbard as a point of strength, he flies lightly into the air to hunt the enemy, his movements are fierce without leaving a trace, like an eagle looking at the world for the first time.

Others were infected by that serious fighting posture. Everywhere Fujimaru Tachika went, Fusangshen would provide him with a foothold in time, maybe their blades, scabbards, or even shoulders, to try their best It can provide youngsters with wings to soar in the sky!

At this time, regardless of manners, identities, or teams, the blood in that memory is called out. They once wandered in the bloody battlefield, and they are the masters of life and death!

And that young man with dangling sleeves is like a bond, linking them who are fighting independently, every step of attack will be supported by his tacit understanding, as well as the assistance of his companions guided by him.

After Fujimaru Tachika finished hunting down the short knives in the air, the number of enemy troops dropped sharply to about twenty with the joint efforts of eleven swordsmen.

The scarlet color sprayed on his snow-white safari looks like some kind of strange totem.

"Are you injured?" Yiqi Yizhen asked quickly, there were several bloodstains on the boy's body, whether it was the enemy's or his own.

The young man shook his head, but his eyes kept following the figures of the men with swords and swords on the field, and memories of deja vu rolled out.

Those were the days when he used to fight shoulder to shoulder with the heroic spirits. They trusted each other and knew each other's combat habits. No matter how bad the battlefield was, they were always the one that was invincible.

The companion's face flew past his eyes quickly, the young man subconsciously reached out to touch it, but it was empty, everything in his mind was just a fantasy.

The rest of the enemies were driven to death, and Hasebe pressed the knife backhand to shake off the blood on the blade. Just as he was about to retract the knife, he caught a glimpse of a lingering black mist on the ground from the corner of his eye, and an alarm bell rang in his heart.

"Everyone disperse!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's voice came, and everyone did it without hesitation.

From the black mist, a new retrograde army was born, and the number continued to increase. The boy stood in front of them, and the boy Qie Angang in his hand sank into the ground, and the magic power was injected into the ground.

"I've kept you waiting."

With his brisk voice, staggered lines of magic power emerged on the ground, which he had just arranged by assisting Fusangshen in the battle. The vertical and horizontal lines of magic power converged into a huge rune text, which was blasted magic.

As long as the runes can be engraved into the ground, the same is true for engraving them into the ground.

Huge energy fluctuations came from the center of the retrograde army, swallowing all the filth completely, and the light reappeared here!

Although this was an unprecedented bloody battle, the records were temporarily sealed by Shi Zhizheng as the information for investigating the abnormality of the retrograde army.

Regarding this, Foxnosuke had a lot of complaints, and before Fujimaru Tatsuka could express his grievances, it was already so sad that it shrank into a bell.

He himself didn't care much about rewards. It was enough for Fu Sangshen who played at that time to get a leap in strength, and the boy planned to wait for Watanabe Hayabusa to come to him for a one-on-one challenge.

During this period of time, although Fujimaru Tachika kept a distance from the swordsmen in Honmaru, it was okay to strike up a conversation once in a while, but the smaller short swords were more able to eat in front of him.

The boy dangled in the main pill and went to the room of the dagger to visit the injured Yakuken. The penetrating wound from that day had recovered, and he couldn't stand it before greeting him. up.

"Main hall, can I ask you to come here?" Odachi with a gentle temperament stopped his footsteps, and Fujimaru Tateka paused before remembering his name, Ishikirimaru.

When he walked in, Fu Sangshen spread out his palm, and inside was a blue amulet.

"This is remade by Awataguchi's short knives. I planned to hand it over to you before, but you rejected it. They thought it looked like it was used by women... For various reasons, please let me pass it on for you." Odachi After explaining vaguely, he looked at the young man in front of him gently with his eyes, keeping his hand outstretched.

Fujimaru Tachika refused without thinking, "That's not the case, you should take it back."

That is what Kashima Chio left behind. He saw many photos about her from Foxosuke. She is a very good-looking girl with long black and soft hair. With the same smile.

Bright, dazzling.

As Mikazuki Zongjin said, they are weapons but have hearts, and this heart is given by the girl.

Fujimaru Tachika recalled the scenes of those photos he personally burned in Chaldea. What he couldn’t take with him on the way of escape could only be destroyed on the spot. He watched the flames swallow up the memories bit by bit, but he had no choice but to do so, his fate was like this.

For Fu Sangshen, it was a good memory, and he was not qualified to accept such a gift.

Ishikimaru still smiled gently, as if he didn't hear his refusal, and put the revised amulet into Fujimaru Tachika's hand, "Master Chio is a witch, her spiritual power has the power of purification, and can drive away evil spirits and protect you." Your safety. I have already delivered the things, it is time to go back and talk to them."

After the figure of the Odachi disappeared around the corner, the young man lowered his eyes and looked at the small object in his hand. After a long time, his five fingers gently closed together, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

He and Honmaru, who has lost his master, are like two sleepy beasts, they carefully give each other warmth, afraid of being abrupt, and also afraid of touching and tearing each other's wounds again.

Fujimaru Tateka did not wait for Watanabe Hayabusa's single challenge letter, but instead waited for an invitation letter from Shi Zhizheng-inviting all the god-inspectors to attend the meeting, and after this meeting there will be a Tegatakaduan.

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