Chapter 43 Assassin Dies Again!

Fifteen kilometers southeast of the increasingly chaotic warehouse street.

The Fuyuki Church was shrouded in the quiet night, and the man in the robe sat in the darkness of the basement with his eyes closed.

To others, Kotomine Kirei seemed to be meditating. But who would have thought that he was now listening to the whistling of the sea breeze and watching the sparks of metal colliding?

But the man's condition at this time was not good. He was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his palms were tightly clenched on the handles, almost crushing the steel pipe chair.

"Kirei? Kirei! Kotomine Kirei!"

There was an old phonograph on the table, with a traditional morning glory sound collection speaker, but the turntable and pointer that should have been under the speaker were not there. Instead, these structures were replaced by a huge gem supported by iron wire.

There is no doubt that this is a magic device that can only be transformed by the magic side, and the only one in the entire Fuyuki City who can use gems for resonance and sound transmission is the Tosaka family.

Tosaka Tokiomi's slightly anxious shout was coming from the brass loudspeaker.

Under the stimulation of the outside sound, the man groaned and finally opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, teacher."

"Huh, that's great." Tosaka Tokiomi's relieved voice came from the loudspeaker, "What happened, Kirei?"

The man with a distressed face said: "Assassin was discovered, and the person who discovered him was... Berserker."

Tosaka Tokiomi: "Ah..."

A strange silence fell. Assassin, who is the best at hiding, was caught by Berserker, who is the least rational. This shock is no less than Lancelot wearing a dangerous beast costume and finding Mashu...

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After a long time, Tōsaka Tokiomi finally reacted: "Kirei, your empathy has not been eliminated?"

"Yes, teacher. Kirei answered truthfully.

Empathy, or shared perception.

This is the result of Kirei's three years of training. It can share the perception of sensory organs between contract objects connected by magic circuits. In the Holy Grail War, this technology can completely monitor the actions of servants at a long distance, and it is very practical. If the servant under his command is Assassin who is good at reconnaissance, it will be even more powerful.

Only The disadvantage is that this ability can only be exercised with the consent of the contractor, that is, the object of shared perception. Tokiomi, who passed this skill to Kirei, was now rejected by Archer. For the arrogant King of Heroes, even if the other party is his master, it is still unreasonable to spy on him.

And Kirei, who has empathy with Assassin, naturally suffered the same pain as Assassin, who was torn off his limbs by Berserker, dropped from a high altitude, and fell heavily to the ground.

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, he would only die, but Assassin is a servant and will not die, but because of this, the pain beyond death is too much for the experienced agent to bear.

"Is that so? Thank you for your hard work, Kirei." Tōsaka Tokiomi's tone softened, "Then take a good rest, I will personally monitor the battle in the warehouse street."

"Thank you, teacher. "

Kotomine Kirei ended the communication and slowly closed his eyes.

At the moment when his vision fell into darkness, the remaining fear, pain and despair, like a dark tide, engulfed the priest.

Under the emotion that was enough to drive a person crazy, Kotomine Kirei's face was no longer depressed, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

He was smiling.

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After ending the communication, Tōsaka Tokiomi rubbed his brows and couldn't help sighing.

The warehouse street now has gathered six heroes, Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer, Berserker and Assassin. This is a scale that has never been seen in the previous Holy Grail War.

Six heroes of different times and different personalities gathered together, and it is unknown how chaotic the situation will be.

And if he sends his familiars now, there will be a period of information blank in the middle, and he will not have time to react in time.

What's worse is that the alliance has also been exposed, and Assassin has been thrown in front of Gilgamesh... Berserker's guard Did the Lord want Archer to be cautious?

However, given the King's personality...

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Warehouse Street

Under the surprised gazes of everyone present, the surging magic power gradually solidified and formed into a tall shadow - yes, that strange appearance can only be described by the word "shadow".

The tall and strong body of the "man" was completely wrapped in armor, without any gaps. But it was completely different from the silver armor worn by Saber or Archer's luxurious golden outfit. The black armor that the man was wearing had neither delicate decorations nor a polished luster. It was just a deep black like the endless darkness and the bottomless abyss. Even his face was covered by a steel-hard mask, and could not be seen.

The only thing was the strange look of a pair of eyes burning like flames deep in the gaps in the mask.

There was no doubt that this was a Servant.

But what kind of Heroic Spirit was this ominous figure? This Black Knight did not have the elements of brilliance that the Heroic Spirits who had appeared had.

Diarmuid, Knight King Altria, Conqueror King Iskandar, Hero King Gilgamesh, each has their own unique style, which is what they can boast of as Heroic Spirits. . This kind of glory is called "legend", which is the result of the admiration and admiration of the people, and is also the necessary element for them to become "Noble Phantasm".

However, the black knight who just appeared does not have this element. If you really want to say it, it may be closer to Assassin. The darkness surrounding the black armor is completely a "fluctuation of negative energy".

Then that person should not be a Heroic Spirit, but some kind of "ghost"...

"...Hey, Conqueror King. Why don't you invite him to join?" Lancer did not dare to be careless, and stared at the black knight. He only spoke in a light tone and teased Rider.

Rider frowned at being teased. "Even if I want to invite him, that guy looks like he has no room for negotiation from the beginning."

The only thing emanating from the Black Knight is endless murderous aura. Even the whirlwind generated by the magic power seems to be a groan of resentment and exudes evil aura.

Berserker... Everyone intuitively knows that it is Berserker, without even asking. Such a vicious murderous aura fluctuation, except for the Berserker, there is no one else to think of.

And...

"Look, I can't see it!" Waver stared at the Black Knight and stammered, "No matter the ability value or any other information, I can't see it at all!"

Not only Rider, but also Saber, Lancer, and Irisviel who was watching the battle on the side noticed it. No matter how hard you look, you can't see Berserker's appearance correctly.

The black armor is like an out-of-focus image, the outline is always blurred and hazy. Sometimes it even looks like two or three shadows. It seems that not only the vision, but also the ability of the Master is affected.

That heroic spirit should have some special ability or curse that can confuse the enemy and hide his origin.

"Even the master's ability is useless?" Iskandar muttered, "Berserker who can hide his identity... The quality of this Holy Grail War is really high."

At this moment, the black knight stood on the long street, staring at the golden king standing on the street lamp.

And the bloody Assassin, sandwiched between them, lay on the concrete floor like a mixture of solid and liquid, and only the occasional twitch showed that he was suffering from the pain of living.

But soon, the golden spear pierced Assassin's head, mercifully giving him death.

Gilgamesh, who shot this treasure, did not even look at the nominal "ally", but stared at the dark knight, his eyes that looked more like some kind of snake than a human were hiding the anger of a volcanic eruption.

Only he knew that Berserker's terrifying gaze was only directed at him standing on the street lamp.

"You thought I would save him? Humph, wishful thinking!"

The sword and spear floating on the left and right of the Hero King slowly turned around and changed direction, aiming at Berserker, who had become the primary target of the sniper.

"Bastard. At least die beautifully, to entertain this king."

Accompanied by Archer's cold declaration, the spear and sword shot out in the air.