Glancing at Archer, Aoi turned around and chased towards the location of the Fuyukimin Hall without saying a word. And this time Archer did not continue to block, with a very high level of insight, dodging the arrow is not a difficult thing, and at this moment the facts have proved that Archer is no longer able to stop Qing's footsteps. Qing didn't go far before Archer vanished into place, leaving only a devastated street, not even a palm-sized piece of flat land.

As he ran, he looked up at the hollow in the sky, like a black hole, and there was no trace of light in the inside, and the moon in the sky was completely like an opposite existence. An ominous aura emerged from the void, making it look less like a holy relic filled with dreams that could grant any wish, which made Qing feel more like a bomb, accumulating a lot of magic waiting to explode in a destructive device------

Jumping up, a building more than ten meters high, running in a straight line, Qing needs to feel the starting point of the Holy Grail Ceremony as quickly as possible! Therefore, all the obstacles, the lower building Qing can easily cross, too high, and the detour is too troublesome, and the green can only destroy the wall and pass directly through the building. Passing by ordinary people, the current Qing no longer has time to care about the secrecy of the Holy Grail War, and the prototype of the Holy Grail system has already appeared in the air, and the secrecy is dispensable.

'Gotta be fast!' ---'s heart kept repeating this thought, although the speed of the spiritual foundation's collapse was considerable, but Qing Mo didn't know to what extent the critical point of the Holy Grail Ritual was, only a quick little green could give him one more chance to organize this ceremony! Because there is no technique that is activated, it needs to be ignited by the medium, so as long as everything is prepared before the procedure is completed! Destroy the medium! Then a technique that has lost its medium will be like a bomb without a lead, and it will be completely ineffective!

And then there is the magic mist overflowing from the hollow, which is the root cause of the magic of the whole winter wood atmosphere, and there is no clue about this green for the time being. After all, the magic required for the ritual was sufficient, and then there was the filling of sufficient sacrifices, and Qing inadvertently extended the duration of the war indefinitely! So whether this is the Great Holy Grail on purpose, or whether there is a surplus of magic power and a large amount of overflow, these unfounded, non-physical things are indeed a headache for Qing's head.

In just half a minute, across almost half of the city! The Minhui Hall in the darkness was revealed in front of Qing. Without the effort to perceive the interior of the Minhui Hall with magical power, just standing outside, Qing could already hear the sound of weapons clash inside. Rushing out of the door split by the blade of the sword, the sound of two kinds of swords echoed in the empty front hall, one was very crisp, and the sound of metal was also very pleasant, there was no doubt that it was the ultimate holy sword made by the best craftsmen in the world! The other one was much more muddy, low and heavy, and you could hear the edge of the blade cracking in the impact with every sword handover!

'Second floor! Locking on the direction of the aimless echo, Qing immediately ran towards the stairs. Walking up the stairs and stepping up to the second floor, you can see Artoria and Rider glued together! Almost every confrontation is like wrestling, squandering huge muscles! Ignoring the two who were fighting, Qing quickly searched for a snow painting entrusted to Rider. Lingji's metamorphosis made Qing and Master's senses worse and worse, and although she could still feel that she was supplying herself with magical power, Qing couldn't sense the exact location------

Seeing ---- Qing, he hesitated for a moment and turned to look at Rider. At this moment, Rider is fighting Artoria, and every swing of his sword is very powerful! This forces Artoria to fight him head-on, creating an eerie balance. Invisibly, Rider was revealed with his sword swing as if his purpose was preventing Artoria from entering the door behind him that led to the auditorium and the interior of the Great Hall.

A trace of the smell of blood remained in the air, which could not escape Qing's sense of smell even a little bit, this thing was already a familiar smell to Qing. And this thin smell of blood is not what Rider's bloody presence would emit. With a frown, Qing directly bypassed the two who were fighting, and walked straight into the hall. "---I'm sorry, it was my negligence-----" As soon as Qing's hand rested on the door, Rider's muffled words were suppressed by the sound of a fierce exchange of weapons.

Without too many words, Qing pushed the door and entered without saying a word. The door closed, the inside and outside seemed to become two worlds, the sound of weapons completely disappeared, and the person Qing had been looking for was sitting on the right hand side of the entire audience seat, which was where Qing was, and seeing her, Qing couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief. At this moment, a snow painting entered the audience like Qing, who had already taken off her coat to keep warm, and tore it into strips of rags to bandage a wound on her left arm. Qing walked towards her only to realize that she had stepped on something wet and sticky on the ground, a puddle of blood that spread all the way to where a snow painting was sitting.

"---- are you alright? -----" walked up to her and asked softly, at this time, a piece of snow painting that had tied a dead knot on the bandage also raised his head, "If you want to say something good, one-sidedly, it can be regarded as okay." If it weren't for Rider's quick reaction,-----hehehehe~, maybe you wouldn't have seen me~" Her face was a little pale with blood loss, but she still had that happy smile, as if she had never worried about the shape----

It's trust without any doubt----- trust in one's peers, trust in one's friends---- even if the wound on the arm is almost right to remove the arm! It didn't change the smile she had been on for a long time---。 Qing looked at her silently, pursed her lips and couldn't say anything for a while. "Ahaha! ~Don't look like that! Anyway, I'm not dead yet, and it's not ordinarily stressful for me to cry and mourn like this now! ”

Reaching out and tapping the woman's head, Qing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the thing that was placed on the center stage. A golden cup, a filled cup----- blood or some other liquid gushing out from within---- pouring out endlessly, overflowing the entire stage, and approaching as fast as a pool of blood!

Never touch that kind of thing!! Just looking at that pool made Qing's body tremble completely! If the Servant's body were to be thrown into it---- the result would ----- dissolve and defile----