Chapter 66 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

The so-called "Assassin" job is a job that specializes in concealment and is weaker than other jobs in various numerical values.

The Hassan of a Hundred Faces summoned by Kotomine Kirei split himself into different individuals through the Noble Phantasm "Delusion Illusion". Although the number of individuals has increased, the total amount of power has not changed - based on this point, the more it is divided, the weaker the individual's ability will be.

What's more fatal is that if the individual is divided and dies, it will not be restored to the Assassin itself, but will be directly destroyed, because it is not the so-called mechanism of the upper "main body" producing the lower "avatar", but all Assassins are co-existent.

Therefore, every time a clone dies, Hassan of a Hundred Faces will be weaker. If it was just spying on intelligence on weekdays, it would be fine, but now Kotomine Kirei used the Command Seal to send all the Hassans to the God of Death holding two large blades.

Shuoyue, an outlier among the masters, a peerless macho man who can even be tough with Lancer at his peak.

There is really no better way to describe this guy's infiltration into the Assassins than to mow down the enemy.

The Hassans were bitter, but they didn't say it.

After all, for the "Assassins", the employer's orders were absolute. Since Kotomine Kirei had hired (summoned) them, Baimao, as an old man in the mountains, must faithfully carry out his orders.

Even if it was a mission that meant death.

[Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. Blood is like steel, heart is like glass)]

Kotomine Kirei was retreating rapidly, but the overwhelming rain of swords tore at the black robe around him. Every step he took would leave a corner of space beside him, and he had to use more Hassan's body to fill it.

[Unaware of beginning, (Although I have never been defeated)]

[Nor aware of the end. (But I have never won)]

…

[— Yet, (However)]

[My flame never ends. (This life is still not over)]

The enemy's long chanting did not make Kotomine Kirei feel at ease, but even more horrified.

He didn't know why Sakutsuki had been full of murderous intent towards him from the beginning, but no matter what, escaping from here was his top priority now.

But would Sakutsuki, who was well prepared, really let him escape?

The last imaginary particles gathered into a giant arm, which stretched between Kotomine Kirei and the stairs, leaving only a small gap at the door, becoming the last obstacle to determine Kirei's life or death.

[My whole body was still (Even if it was a fake body, it was still)]

The flow of magic power became more and more stable and magnificent. Even Kotomine Kirei, who was only half-baked, knew that Sakutsuki's preparations for the ultimate kill were approaching the end.

Gritting his teeth, Kotomine Kirei pulled Hassan's body beside him without hesitation, exerted force on his wrist, and threw her towards the imaginary shadow!

[Unlimited Blade Works! (Sword is made by nature!)]

The staircase was broken, and a figure stepped on Hassan's gradually melting body, bent his body and broke through the concrete wall, a wound was cut on his waist by imaginary particles, and blood flowed out, and he rolled down the stairs in a mess.

The World Egg expanded in an instant, completely engulfing the floor.

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Snowflakes were flying, and the full moon in the sky was cold and lonely.

Inherent barrier·Unlimited sword work

The young man in white robe and red stood on the hill, looking down at the fragile black shadows with eyes like gods.

"Ten, fifty... well, fifty-two people, including those who were killed before, so I only killed twenty-five?"

Twenty-five? Only?

Do you think we are cabbages? You have killed almost one-third, okay? !

Although the split Hassans had different personalities, most of the stubborn ones were killed by this killing god. The remaining 52 were just prisoners who were still at the mercy of the inherent barrier.

However, the young man who judged them did not take action, but muttered to himself:

"Although it was a beautiful blitzkrieg, it was a failure in the end... Tsk, be careful next time."

Blitzkrieg?

The Hassans looked at each other and understood what Sakutsuki meant in their shared memories.

When Kotomine Kirei went to Hisau Maiya alone, he naturally asked Assassin to be on guard around him in case a Servant came to him and caught him off guard.

Saber and Sakutsuki in the battle certainly did not escape the eyes and ears of the Hundred Faces.

Because they were attacked by the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu, they chose to be hostile to Saber and fight... Such a logical chain is simple, clear and impeccable, so it is natural for the Hundred Faces to let down their guard in this battle.

Who could have thought that when Saber released her Noble Phantasm, Sakutsuki would decisively fight her, using his magic to disrupt Assassin's detection, and then instantly appear beside Kotomine Kirei and launch an attack on him?

The so-called blitzkrieg is truly worthy of its name. Sakutsuki, who has the ability to "displace space", is even more mobile than Rider.

"I just didn't expect that Kotomine Kirei actually used one of the Assassins... as a human shield, and used her as a springboard to escape. Alas, it was also because he used too much imaginary magic when sparring with Kenneth, and the remaining power could not completely cover the exit."

After talking about Kotomine Kirei's escape method, Sakutsuki seemed to have lost interest in the matter, looking down at the remaining Assassin, with a strange smile on his lips.

What do you think of Master Kotomine Kirei's behavior of using you as cannon fodder... all the Hassans of the Hundred Faces?

After a short silence, one of the Shadow Servants stepped forward and said indifferently:

"We, the Shadow Group, will dedicate the rest of our lives to our Master, even if we lose our lives."

"Oh?" Shuoyue whistled frivolously, and his golden eyes swept across the other Hassans of the Hundred Faces, "Do you think so too?"

Thousands of people have thousands of faces. As individuals differentiated from Hassan of the Hundred Faces, they inherited different aspects of her personality. Therefore, although some of them remained calm in front of the enemy, there were also those who were willing to bow their heads before death...

But no matter what, they all maintained a strange silence.

Because the murderous intent on Shuoyue was so strong, it was as if it had turned into an evening bell that informed people of the arrival of the funeral and rang when death visited.

Listen, that was the sound of an ancient bell.

The sound was crisp, and the surging swords and knives rose from behind the young man, sweeping everything within sight like a tsunami.

"Dong... Dong... Dong..."

The symphony of swords, spears, halberds, and the roar of axes, hooks, and forks finally turned into the sacred ritual of death.

The evening bell has revealed the time of your death.

Hand over your heads!