Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

He spoke softly, with obvious sarcasm in his words, and then he leaned back without hesitation.

Below that is a height of only a few meters. This is the top of the warehouse. Even if they fall down, ordinary people will not be injured and die.

What's more, Emiya Kiritsugu is a magician, even if the magic engraving belonging to Emiya Jixian is incomplete, a mere body strengthening is still possible.

However, such a trick is absolutely impossible to achieve, because before that, the holy sword in Mordred's hand will tear his body apart, not to mention leaving the top of the warehouse, even if he has no time to get up.

However, the next moment, Mordred understood the sarcasm in the man's words.

Then, gunshots rang out again, this time a few hundred meters away from the warehouse.

The flames exploded there, and the deadly bullets charged towards Shijie Jieli with unparalleled power.

At this moment, Lion Jie Jieli hadn't yet supported his own barrier again, such a large-caliber sniper rifle could easily kill Lion Jie Jieli.

"What a goddamn guy!"

Looking at Maiya Hisau holding the same style of sniper rifle from afar, Mordred could not help cursing inwardly.

However, no matter how unwilling she is, she still chooses to protect her Master. After all, if the Master dies, she can directly declare a failure in this Holy Grail War...

Randomly throwing out a silver light, and easily blocking the incoming bullet, Mordred watched the two figures running towards the outside of the pier without hesitation.

"There are actually two mice hiding their heads and showing their tails!"

Mordred couldn't help but said viciously, with obvious killing intent in his words.

However, even so, it is already impossible to catch up and kill the other party.

There is no other reason. At this time, the assassin is spying here. If he abandons his master to hunt down the enemy, then it is obvious that Shishijie Jieli is no match for the assassin.

"Calm down your anger, Mordred, after all, we can't be regarded as aboveboard."

Lion Jiejie couldn't help but wryly smiled and said, indeed, their act of hiding their figure is definitely not an upright act.

However, Mordred, who has always been very close to Shishi Jiejie, did not respond to his words at this moment.

This girl was staring blankly at the King of Knights in the battlefield, her delicate eyes concealed by the armor revealed unprecedented hatred.

"Yeah, Arthur!"

The words that came out of her mouth, the engraved hatred made Lion Jie Jie feel a cold chill.

Immediately afterwards, with the raised long sword, Mordred rushed from the roof of the warehouse towards Artoria without hesitation.

"Why is this happening, Xiao Mo, stop!"

Lion Tribulation World 3.3 shouted involuntarily, not even worried that the assassinated person would notice his position.

He was sincerely worried about Mordred's safety. He had already regarded Mordred as his daughter, and at this moment he was extremely afraid of Mordred's death.

However, it seemed that the figure wrapped in silver armor could no longer respond to his kindness.

At this moment, Mordred only had that azure blue figure in his eyes, the knight king named Artoria!

On the other side, it was a more intense battle.

Reinis was slightly turning her body to avoid the dagger that suddenly appeared from behind, with a slightly contemptuous smile on her lips.

"Why, is it finally here, assassin!"

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Chapter 170 Baptism Chant (seeking a reward)

The extremely sharp silver dagger did not emit any ray of light, like a shadow in the dark night, it was integrated with this dark world.

Sliding gently, the silver dagger silently slid towards the shadow covered by the wall.

Dressed in black tights, with a white skull mask on his face, even if he saw this figure, he couldn't help but ignore it.

There was not a single sound, and even the light swept there was swallowed up.

The heroic spirit named 'Hassan Sabah' seemed like a fish in water at this moment, killing towards his target under the dark night.

A series of enchantments bloomed in front of him, preventing his progress, but this was even more meaningless to the heroic spirit.

Twisting his body and stretching his waist, Hassan posed in almost impossible poses, challenging the pinnacle of human flexibility.

Immediately afterwards, the dark black figure crossed barriers, and the thin threads woven by magic power in the air could not detect the existence of this assassin at all.

That's it.

This guy is facing like this, with a ferocious killing intent in his heart.

Gently raised the sharp dagger in his hand, and slid towards the girl in the blue dress.

Like a black wild cat walking in the shadows, the assassin didn't make any sound.

Not only was the voice so superficial, even the flow of the air was not disturbed, he really didn't move at all.

At this moment, the girl was only a few meters away in front of his eyes. Such a distance was already an absolute must-kill for the master and the heroic spirit.

What's more, this girl stupidly used only one Command Seal in her hand, and she didn't even have the ability to summon that Nero.

Looking at the immature body wrapped in the azure blue luxurious dress, the assassin's eyes showed a slight killing intent.

Even so, even though he longed for the feeling of the dagger tearing his skin, he continued to approach the girl without any haste. What he wanted to achieve was an extremely accurate victory, not because of his own impulse. brought about failure.

Clearly understanding all this, as the most outstanding assassin in the world, Hassan couldn't help showing a faint smile when he saw that figure who hadn't noticed his existence.

Then, call it a day, and let the foolish magician go to Hades.

Thinking like this, he raised the dagger in his hand, and finally slashed fiercely at the girl's delicate neck.

Not an ounce of hesitation, let alone a moment of pity.

He is the best assassin and the coldest fighting machine, whether the enemy is a weak child or a helpless woman, it means nothing to Hassan Sabah.

Looking forward to the spewing blood, Hassan's face wrapped in a skull mask showed unparalleled ferocity.

That is the expectation of life withering, that is the desire for good things to be destroyed.

It's extremely bad, the guys who are assassins are so bad.

Because of this, they will become the deepest daggers under the night, and become the power that is feared by all masters.