Whose Xingyue looks like you?

Even though Waver ordered him to transform into a spirit when he had nothing to do, Rider only replied, "It's more comfortable to have a body," and continued to appear in his gigantic form.

The longer the spirit took to materialize, the more magic power the summoner had to provide to the spirit, which was of no benefit to Waver at all. However, Rider completely ignored this matter.

Of course, Rider ignored it. Putting aside Waver's pitiful magical skills, there was no point in discussing just one assassin.

In the final analysis, he was just a coward who hid his head and tail and could not arouse any of his interest. At this moment, Rider's attention was all on the TV. On the floor of the room were a pile of documents and videos that only military fans would like.

"Hey, look at this, this one, it's big and black. It's called a B-2 stealth strategic bomber, right? I want to buy ten or eight of them. What do you think?"

Weber, looking troubled, complained: "If you have this idea, why not just use the money to buy a country?"

Rider just nodded and said, "Indeed... Raising funds is a huge problem. I wonder if there's a wealthy city like Persepolis in this world? If there is, we can just rob it."

Although the Holy Grail can grant servants a certain amount of modern knowledge, the knowledge granted is relatively limited, otherwise the King of Conquerors Iskandar would not have said such irrelevant words.

The young Weber had already begun to have a vague stomachache. This had happened since he summoned Iskandar. The man in front of him, who was like an iron tower, gave him a real headache, but he had no way to check and balance him.

It took a lot of effort for Weber to drive this iron tower-like man out of his mind and adopt a more positive and proactive way of thinking.

For Weber, it was a blessing in disguise that Assassin was eliminated.

Regardless of how he wants to fight, his servants are careless in character, behavior, and style, so tactically they will most likely adopt a frontal assault. Assassin's withdrawal can effectively resolve a security risk.

After an unknown amount of time, Iskandar finished watching the videotape and asked, "So, how was the assassin killed?"

Huh? Who knows that?

Waver wanted to say this, but he suddenly realized something, so he stammered, "That... that should be a Servant of the Tōsaka family, right? No matter what they look like, they are all shining with gold..."

"Are you stupid?"

Iskandar's voice was muffled, and Waver suddenly felt something explode between his eyebrows. The unexpected pain and shock made him lose his balance and fall flat on his face.

Iskandar flicked his middle finger and knocked him to the ground. Waver was very angry. This was the second time he was beaten by his own Servant since he summoned his Servant.

In fact, Iskandar did not use any strength at all, otherwise Weber would have died on the spot in an instant. The fact that he was knocked to the ground by a bullet on the forehead could only mean that Weber's physical fitness was too weak.

Weber was so angry that he couldn't breathe properly. He opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something or curse, but in the end, nothing came out.

Rider paid no attention to the summoner's loss of composure and sighed deeply, "If you don't care about the living, but you care about the dead, what meaning will it have in my future battles?"

Weber suppressed all his anger in an instant. Rider was right. Although he didn't want to admit it, the opponents they would face in the future would not be defeated opponents, but surviving enemies.

While the master and servant were analyzing Gilgamesh, Bai Ming did not stop.

He put on the skull mask that he had never worn before and appeared in front of Kotomine Kirei and Hassan the Hundred Faces like a ghost.

Kotomine Kirei didn't think there was anything wrong at first. After all, Hassan the Hundred Faces had 100 personalities and could split into 100 bodies here. It was impossible for him to have seen them all.

However, Hassan the Hundred Faces directly bet on Kotomine Kirei behind him.

This aura, very similar to that of the first generation, made her feel uneasy. She always felt that she had seen this man somewhere before...

"Is it the Hundred Faces? What have you accumulated with countless wisdom? Is it the desire of a hundred souls to fight for the one truth? Idiot, hand over your head."

The moment Bai Ming swung his sword, Hassan suddenly remembered who the guy in front of him who exuded the aura of "Hassan" was.

quick--

It was extremely fast. How could Hassan Baimao hide even if he wanted to?

However, Bai Ming only killed 49 personalities of Hassan the Hundred Faces, and Kotomine Kirei, who was standing by, did not see Bai Ming's actions clearly.

"I will remain guilty and do my best to make amends."

The voice lingered, and cold sweat covered the skull mask of Hassan the Hundred Faces.

Chapter 3: Protecting one's shortcomings is a tradition of the sect, so Zelrich, watch and fight (k)

A new day

On a holiday afternoon, even though the north wind was howling and making passers-by crouch down, there were still many people.

People pass each other by without even glancing at each other. This is the norm in society and the norm for human beings.

On the platform of Fuyuki Station, Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette.

He has been quitting smoking for nine years.

In addition to the fact that she couldn't buy the cigarettes she was used to smoking in Germany, the main reason was for the health of both mother and daughter.

However, in order to prepare himself mentally for the war that was about to begin, he put a coin in the vending machine as he had done long ago when he stepped onto the platform of Fuyuki Station.

The key to victory in any battle is to attack unexpectedly from the enemy.

After Kiritsugu experienced fierce battles with many magicians, he came up with a formula - magicians are more likely to reveal flaws when facing attacks that do not rely on magic, and Bai Ming also affirmed Kiritsugu Emiya's fighting style.

But Bai Ming said that if you participate in a war, you must be prepared to die, but you must never involve irrelevant people. So Kiritsugu Emiya has to fulfill his role here to show Bai Ming that he is not a man who simply wants to save the world by killing.

"You came."

"It looks like you've been here a long time."

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Bai Ming, who was dressed in casual clothes, and after thinking for a moment, he put out his cigarette: "Husu Maiya is already waiting here."

"A person without any magical talent has no need to attract my attention. Come on, Emiya Kiritsugu, give me your letter of allegiance."

The two of them walked through many twists and turns and arrived at a hotel, walked straight through the lobby, got into the elevator, and came to room 703.

After Kiritsugu knocked lightly on the door of Room 703 according to the agreed rhythm, the person inside immediately opened the door, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"There was movement at the Tousaka family last night."

"This is a useless record. It's a play between Tōsaka Tokiomi and Kotomine Kirei. Archer Gilgamesh, Assassin Hassan the Hundred Faces."

Bai Ming interrupted Hisau Maiya and said, "Let me see my things."

As mercenaries active in the Middle East, Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya always have some connections, which is much easier than Bai Ming having to rob them himself.

Jiuwu Yuya took out an M134 rapid-fire machine gun, followed by a UMP45 and a whole bag of C4.

This is what Bai Ming asked Emiya Kiritsugu for.

Bai Ming collected the weapons with a wave of his hand, then said, "See you later, I won't disturb your pre-war indulgence."

"...Kiritsugu, what is he thinking?"

"I do not know."

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Bai Ming as he left: "That person has come back with the help he promised, but we still need to be on guard. He... exudes a dangerous aura."

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Row after row of tasteless modular warehouses stretch out along the west side of the seaside park, forming a warehouse street.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that this is a place in the port area specifically for storing containers.

The port facilities also serve to separate the western industrial area and the new capital.

As soon as night falls, the place is deserted, and the scattered street lights try in vain to illuminate the asphalt road, making the landscape seem even more desolate.

The unmanned cranes are neatly arranged towards the dark sea, looking like a group of giant dinosaurs standing and turning into fossils, which is creepy.

But for Bai Ming, that’s the case. Even if a dinosaur comes, it can’t defeat him.

Bai Ming released his magic here unscrupulously.

This is a letter of challenge, attracting all servants to come.

Not long after, a handsome man with his long hair that was casually sticking up and smoothed back came here.

Lancer placed the tip of the spear in his right hand on his shoulder. In his left hand, he also held a pistol, which was about 30% shorter than the spear in his right hand.

"Looks like someone's one step ahead of me."

"Diarmait."

Bai Ming greeted the approaching spearmen, and the spearmen breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Bai Ming.

"Surprisingly, you're an acquaintance. Are you the Master? No, that's not right. You have a spirit base, so you're a Servant?"

The human restoration battle in fgo is a summoning of heroic spirits, so some records will also be recorded in the realm record belt, so Bai Ming’s Holy Grail War is, to some extent, a game against familiar opponents.

Except for Iskandar and Bluebeard, the others have served as companions.

"Will you allow me to serve my monarch properly this time?"

"Of course, if your monarch truly trusts you. Those high-minded, lowly idiots in the Clock Tower aren't someone you'd trust if you told them the truth."

"Well, since you also want to radiate your magic power to invite someone, then I'll leave the battlefield to you, my friend."

Bai Ming turned and left. Diarmait asked, "Aren't you going to get rid of me here?"

"The Human Burning is over, so I responded to the call and came here for vacation. I'm just here for fun. No, your opponent is here."

Artoria and Irisviel arrived at the port thanks to Diarmait's magic.

"By the way, this Altria is different from the one I know. She must have been influenced by some rigid doctrine. She simply has information about me, so I beat her to death."

Bai Minglin patted Diarmait's shoulder, then jumped up and sat on a container beside him to watch. A huge amount of magic power flowed into Diarmait's body.

Diarmait slowly put a question mark, and Artoria and Irisviel also slowly put a question mark.

Bai Ming's trouble-making behavior was even incomprehensible to Kenneth, who was hiding behind the scenes.

Irisviel, who was standing behind Saber, held her breath slightly, her brows slightly furrowed as she noticed Diarmait's face.

A pair of eyes that contain deep melancholy make him exude strong masculinity.

There is a teardrop-shaped mole under his right eye, which, combined with his impressive eyes, adds to his handsomeness.

Irisviel immediately questioned, "Charming magic? How dare you do such a disrespectful thing to a married woman?"

Artoria immediately yelled angrily, and Bai Ming said lightly, "Why are you angry? Didn't King Uther also have an affair with a married woman and steal your daughter?" This made Artoria's face turn red.

The existence of records and memories does not mean that things on both sides develop in exactly the same way. In other words, Artoria and Morgan here are not as lucky as Artoria and Morgan in the FGO world line.

Without Bai Ming's interference, the Altria here was completely stolen with the help of Merlin's unreliable illusion.

Neither Artoria nor Diarmait moved first. Diarmait was worried that the other side had an ambush, while Artoria was worried that Bai Ming would suddenly come out and help the other side beat her.

"You're not going to move? Or do you want me to leave?"

"That's not necessary. This is a duel of honor. You know me, my monarch from the distant future."

Diarmait immediately said, "Saber, fight."