Wang Mu took a deep breath, bypassed the squad leader, and walked slowly into the castle, towards the upper part of the palace where Shinji was.

Under the notion of a "prison of despair for the lowly", he calmly uses "crazy hell" to eliminate the modern traps in the corridors, which may be a problem with the limited magical abilities of the Guardian palace. This is clearly the castle of the magical family Ainz Belém, but there are few pitfalls about magic.

"Due to the ...... time Speed up your own time?"

A double attack is impossible, his "crazy hell" is not a speed double, and it is impossible to be a "bullet punch" by the air conditioning or the Eastern War. And double is also a material, fists and atmosphere will inevitably have friction, as long as the wind guy knows to wave his fist, the acceleration state of time at that moment, and then Wang Mu's lack of melee combat ability will become very troublesome.

Despite the improvement in magic, the physical condition of humans is now three times that of humans. But Wang Mu couldn't even fight, and it was too dangerous to fight at close range with the soldiers.

"Only Sulla."

Wang Mu leaned against the wall of the corridor, listening to the information of the humidity in the air. The green magic pattern on his right hand began to glow ominously.

"In... Assassin !!!!"

Webb shouted, his face turning pale. He crawled behind Ryder and grabbed his shirt.

No wonder he was so panicked.

Assassin: The Assassin Assassin has low power due to the fact that most of its members do not have heroic legends. In hand-to-hand combat, it is basically difficult to compete with other servants.

They have a unique ability to stop their breathing as a level. They can eliminate their breath to hide themselves. Not only magicians, but also other servants are difficult to spot. Battles with this ability will be a lifeline and a powerful weapon against assassinations by other lords.

In general, it is easier to kill a monarch than it is to deal with a servant, so if used correctly, an assassin can be the most feared servant.

All this is nonsense.

In fact, whether it is the gymnastics team in the Fourth Holy Grail War, or the "wicked" Hassan in the Fifth War, or the pseudo-assassin Jiro Sasaki, their faces are covered with "cannon ashes", not to mention the assassination masters. Even their only appearance was to flatter other powerful servants.

A living tragedy, like a suicide attack rider is now ordered by Yan Feng.

“… Hello, Rhett, hello ......"

Webb anxiously shook the big man in front of him, but Ryder remained motionless. He looked around, his eyes calmly looking at the Assassin.

"Hey, kid, don't mess around. Even if there are new guests at the banquet, the sake will be drunk.

"They're not like guests!"?"

Ryder sighed, smiled wryly, and then faced the assassin beside him. He greeted him like a fool with a dull expression:

"Now, gentlemen, will you be able to restrain your wicked spirits? My friends are terrified of you. ”

Lancer looked at the conqueror curiously, wondering if he had misheard.

"Conqueror, does this poor murderer look like he's come to a banquet?"

"What does it matter if they are friends or foes, they are all looking for the Holy Grail?"

Ryder said calmly, taking out the bottle of red wine with the handle of a spoon and handing it to the Assassin Shen.

"Come, don't be restrained. This wine is your blood.

Whew—a crack in the air replied.

The rider only had the handle of the spoon, and the spoon fell to the ground. It was the Assassin's wine, and the wine from the spoon was scattered on the floor of the atrium.

Ding gymnastics has reached the realm of "left thinking".

“…”

Without saying a word, Ryder looked down at the floor. Skull Mask smiled, as if mocking him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Ryder's tone was still calm, but it was clear that his feelings had changed. Only the two people who drank with him noticed the change.

"I say, 'wine' is 'your blood,' right? Since you let it spill on the floor, I'll..."

Before the words fell, a whirlwind whistled.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it was going to burn everything. It wasn't like a forest at night, it wasn't like the wind in the atrium of a castle – it was like the wind from the desert, roaring in my ears.

Webb felt the sand enter his mouth and took a sip. This is indeed sand. Blown away by a strange wind, it is really impossible for hot sand to appear.

Sabal also raised his head and stared at the treasure that shocked him - the unity of the king and the ministers, thus crossing the miracle and reaching the "inner boundary" that the rider could never reach.

- The King's Army!

"Actually—the real line?" Webb and Alice Phil exclaimed...... It is a phenomenon that only magicians can understand.

The sun scorched the earth, the blue sky, until the horizon was blurred by gravel. There is not a shadow in front of me.

Ain Zbelen will change in an instant, and there is no doubt that this is nothing more than a mirage that erodes the present. This can be said to be the limit of magic, which can be called a miracle.

"How is that possible... But I can put the scenery in my heart... You're not a magician!?"

"Of course not, I don't know how to do it alone."

Iskandar stood in the big circle of magic, smiling proudly and denying.

"This is where our army used to pass through. The joys and sorrows of my warriors are firmly imprinted in the heart of this landscape.

As the world changed, so did the five people who were surrounded.

The Assassin Assassin was moved to the side, with the Knight in the middle. On the other side were sabers, archers, spearmen, and two magicians. In other words, it was Ryder standing alone in front of the Assassins.

- Now - Riders?

Everyone stared at the looming images around him. One, two, four, the image is getting bigger and bigger, it looks like an army. The colors are getting more and more intense.

"The world can be recreated because it has been imprinted on each of us."

To everyone's surprise, Iskandar was surrounded by heavily armed cavalry. Although the races and equipment varied, the sight of their strong bodies and brave knights showed the strength of the army.

Only one person understood what this strange scene was all about.

"These people...... Servant ......"

Because he was the only master present, he understood that the true trump card of Iskandar, the ultimate treasure, was in front of him.

"Look, my army!

The triumphant king stood proudly in front of the cavalry, raised his weapons and shouted loudly.

Even though Laudy is destroyed, their souls are still called. They are my faithful warriors. Travel back in time and answer my call to eternal friends.

They're my baby! My King's Way! Iskander: This is the most powerful treasure - "The King's Army"!!"

Faced with such a masculine scene, she sat on the desert with her back hunched and her golden bangs covering her eyes.

This feeling is ...... Eat one's heart out.

After the rider showed his innate charisma, on the roof of Ain Zbelen, Chase received a notice from his assistant, Kuyu Maia.

The trap in the hallway was removed. It should be Lancer's master. ”

Hearing this, Wei Gongqisi put up a sniper rifle and looked for Wang Mu in the courtyard.

Not really.

"Well, it looks like they want to kill us...... But how does he know that I am the master of the saber?"

"Perception of magic?" Or intuition. ”

He put away his long black sniper rifle, pulled a cigarette from his side pocket, and lit it.

"No, it's not that simple. He also seems to know the time of the Assassin's attack and the knight's cards, so he calculates the time difference between attacking us. This means that he is confident that he will kill us without pikemen. ”

Troublesome.

He didn't know anything about Wang Mu, not even the magic he used. However, judging from the current situation, the other party clearly knows its own information.

The information is unilateral and transparent.

In the inner charm, it is impossible to be notified by the usual methods, except to summon using a command charm-

However, Saber only has one spell left, and if he uses it now, maybe Saber will turn around and commit suicide.

"Messi, can you see me?"

"No problem, I have a good view here." The gentleman responded.

"Please."

He slowly crouched down, turned around, his eyes fixed on the upstairs, and deftly pulled his magical outfit from his trench coat.

The barrel and handle of the gun were made of walnut, the barrel was 14 cm long, reminiscent of a short sword in the sheath. In addition to the necessary trigger and firing pin, the pattern and gun holes were not even visible from the appearance, and the shape was quite simple. Similar to a rifle in the late Middle Ages.

The Predator is actually a single-shot rifle. Because it was originally used for shooting competitions. On the other hand, in order to use a special magic bullet, Natsugi replaced the barrel and cast a spell on the bolt.

So the real threat of guns is not the physical damage caused by gunpowder and warheads.

He opened the bumper with his index finger, and the gun jerked forward, revealing the magazine, and in a few moments the prince loaded his most powerful weapon, the Book of Genesis, into it.

Bullets only work on magicians, which is why he is called the "magician killer".

If you encounter a "strong enemy", you will not be able to use your existing strategies against him. It was only as a magician that he tried all the mysteries he knew.

In the dark night, the people in the yard disappeared for a while, and they became very quiet.

Gradually, noises began to come from the hallway, as if some animal's claws were rubbing against the rocky floor.

"Let's get started, get ready."

"Yes!"

Shinji narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand, staring at the dark hallway, ready to shoot.

He didn't know how to describe the atmosphere of the time, something he hadn't experienced in his decades of doing business.

The damp, dark felt like a saw piercing his brain, and the stench in the air seemed to have reached his nasal passages.

“------!”

At this moment, with a terrifying scream, a black shadow flew out of the corridor.

It's very fast, but not so fast that Michiko can't see it.

It is a winged creature, like an illegitimate child...... Like a god of bad taste chopping up and mixing together crows, moles, vultures, ants, or rotting corpses, he flapped his tattered wings and spread his claws on the Acropolis.

Bang!

Shigeru Miyamoto did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

The barrel was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the air torn by the "original bullet" hit the monster accurately, punching a large hole in it.

Perhaps fearing that the alien had the ability to regenerate, Kuyu Mai on another roof immediately began to repair the knife.

Dada, dada, dada——!

The sound of automatic rifles resounded through the night sky, and all the bullets rained down on the indescribable monster, tearing him to shreds.

"Mezzie, stop." Wei Gong frowned and said to the headphone man there. "It's not the master of a spearman, it's probably an enchanter or summoner, wandering around alertly."

"Understood." Woowoo calmly lowered his gun, and the sniper camera looked around.

Not afraid to waste a "Genesis" bullet, he calmly took out the cartridge case and pulled the lead-gray bullet out of his pocket.

But Wang Mu doesn't seem to want to give him this opportunity-

From the floor, densely packed, countless dark greens were felt. A hand stretched out from the hallway. They look like snakes, but they have human mouths on their bodies.

This abomination is like the tentacles of a monster, crawling before the enemy, to tear his flesh to eat.

The loading of the "yes......" pistol is stopped, but the tentacles' attacks are much slower and should be able to dodge at its own speed.

That's what Miyamiya cuts think, but the reality is cruel.

When he was ready to think about all his actions, one thing surprised him.

That is, when he was about to turn over, his body was like an old computer, and despite the instructions, the body was slow to execute, and not only that, but he found that his whole body strength was declining. This well-trained muscle can only do a third of the job.

"Enemy magic! Is it? Hmm..."

Duke Wei cut the delay of the heir for a while, causing him a little trouble.

A connection. The hand jerked off his back, removing a chunk of flesh from his back before the guards could roll away.

----!

Fortunately, Miyazaki lived up to Miyazaki's expectations. As the successful tentacles further tried to take the life of the person in front of them, countless bullets shattered it to the ground, writhing in pain, like an earthworm crushed in half.

Timing Royal - Double the Speed!"

Ignoring the pain in his back, he rushed forward and hid behind a stone wall.

"It's really a problem......"

The magician-killer was temporarily out of danger and covered his head in the darkness in agony.

In contrast to his body, the inside of his brain also began to change, and there was no doubt that some kind of spiritual magic of the enemy had gradually replaced his sanity with madness.

This is not good news for him.

"Still so agile and visibly weakened?"

In the dark, Wang Mu closed his eyes and frowned.

Because he was afraid of the scion's "origin bullet", he did not expose himself directly, but used the stealth ability of the stand-in to monitor everything outside. Because Priest Ang is standing outside of Priest Ang's range, he cannot attack or repair the sword.

"As a branch of the first law, even such a small branch has such a powerful impact."

"Intrinsic Time System" - the unique magic of the Imperial Palace.