Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

As a master, you will have a special ability, that is, insight into the attributes of the servants. You can know the attributes of the opponent's servants just by looking at the figure.

But, this time is different, even though the red girl has been clearly reflected in the eyes of Kotomine Kirei and Tohsaka Tokiomi, none of the attributes can be perceived, as if it is hidden.

That is the power of magic. Hassan clearly felt the magic power covering the girl.

But who is the Master?

Thinking of this, Hassan couldn't help but looked around.

Crowds of people cheered around the stage, as if attracted by the singing, but Hassan scoffed.

It was just magic, the hypnotic magic made the people cheer for the girl, and were attracted by the hard-to-hear singing.

"It's really inferior."

He murmured softly, feeling contemptuous of this young girl's actions.

However, immediately afterwards, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, because he caught a glimpse of a figure inadvertently out of the corner of his eyes.

Short blond hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and a white shirt was under the dark motorcycle suit. Hassan couldn't help but be amazed by that perfect figure.

Just like a handicraft created by the gods, it is so perfect, so proud, and so invincible.

Knowing all this clearly, Hassan couldn't help showing fear, which was an unforgettable fear.

That man was really too dangerous. Just seeing that figure, Hassan, who is a heroic spirit, felt a cold chill.

I am definitely not an opponent.

No, it is the same even if you add all the hundreds of faces, even all the nineteen 'Hassan Sabah'.

That was a king who would never be threatened by assassins. No matter how powerful he was, the distance between the mouse and the king made Hassan feel that there was no chance of winning.

Retreat, must retreat.

Thinking of this, Hassan got up and planned to use his best skills to leave the towering building.

but,

"Damn bastard, spy on this king's crime, and pay with your life."

It was a haughty, arrogant tone, and the self-righteousness in it made Hassan disgusted.

However, there is no time for disgust.

The golden light slammed heavily on Hassan's body, and the extremely powerful impact tore the assassin's strong body to pieces.

"Humble bastard, really filthy."

Speaking incomparably arrogant words, Gilgamesh couldn't help showing a sinister smile as he looked at the blood that was sprinkled (bfad) from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, feeling that the singing had gradually dissipated, the corners of Gilgamesh's mouth could not help but grinned slightly.

"A mere bastard, actually looking down at this king like this, bowing down like a bug and then dying, is what it should be!"

He said contemptuously, not at all proud of the fact that he just casually beheaded an assassin.

It seemed that it was so natural that the high and mighty heroic spirit died in his hands.

Then, like a burning king, the arrogant king turned into a golden mist, which dispersed on the roof of the building.

The next moment, under the open-air stage.

The innocent people were still cheering, even though their voices were extremely hoarse, and even though their bodies had suffered considerable injuries, they were still being interfered by magic power, cheering for the girl on the stage.

And Nero has long since disappeared.

"It's really a pleasure."

Those were words with a hint of joy, and the joy in the words seemed to overflow.

The girl named Nero hugged her plump pair gently, and looked at the gradually dispersed crowd with satisfaction.

As for whether the throats of these innocent people will be torn because of this, that is beyond her consideration.

This is the so-called tyrant.

"Qing is really powerful. You can do such a thing. Even the court priests in Rome cannot manipulate such a huge number of people."

Nero spoke to the figure beside him in that tone of praise, with a hint of admiration in his words.

Indeed, even a crowned magician would not be able to control all of the thousands of people just now without the use of a magic circle.

But for Gilgamesh who has the "left arm Tianhui foundation", this is really nothing. Whether it is the consumption of magic power or the complexity of the operation, it is completely easy.

"Then it's time to offer your loyalty too, Nero?"

Gilgamesh said lightly, with arrogance in his words, and he was not swayed by Nero's praise in the slightest.

Or, take it for granted.

"Qing, I'm really in a hurry."

The girl in the red dress tilted her delicate Qiong head slightly like a cute girl, with a playful look in her eyes.

"As the King of Heroes, I naturally want to become the King of Heroes. If my subordinates are all those boring people, what qualifications do I have to call myself the King of Heroes?"

Gilgamesh snorted softly, with an impatient look on his face.

Seeing the behavior of the aloof king, Nero couldn't help but hesitated in his eyes.

However, she still thought of something, sighed softly, but put a sweet smile on her face again.

"Then, please take care of me, Your Majesty the King of Heroes."

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Chapter 150 Eight Lions

That is a crime that cannot be borne.

Lion Jie Jieli, the man who has been called by this name from the very beginning, is right now in this dark night.

Gently rubbing the short-barreled shotgun in his hand, but there was no killing intent in his eyes.

He is a person with no future, a sad and ominous guy from the very beginning.