Magical Comprehensive Travel

"Do we really know each other?" Mu Hantian confirmed again.

"That's right, have you forgotten? By those so-called gods..." Archer stared at Mu Hantian with a sad and nostalgic expression.

"No, I still remember your name, but the current situation... I can't tell you. Haha. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mu Hantian, and I came here as a hope agency."

"The eighth person!" Everyone was shocked.

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In the pitch-black alley, the breathless Matou Kariya, whose blood-filled eyes were staring at the golden-yellow Heroic Spirit that appeared, was a frantic and disintegrating smile at the corner of his cracked mouth.

"Finally... come out, is Tokiomi's heroic spirit... just tear him apart like this, let me take a look at your remorseful face!"

"Berserker!" roared, and an ominous torrent of pitch-black magic surged.

"Wait, that's it!" Matou Kariya, whose eyes were bloodshot from the hatred of previous years in the darkness, just gave the order to let Berserker attack, but after seeing the petite figure in Mu Hantian's arms, he suddenly calmed down.

cherry! How could Sakura be held by that Servant?

"Damn dirty inkstone! Sakura actually let Sakura participate in the Holy Grail War! Damn it! The hour! If it weren't for you! Sakura wouldn't have participated in the Holy Grail War! Ahem! I'm going to kill you!"

Tohsaka House...

"What's going on?! Why is Sakura there!" Tokiomi Tosaka exclaimed a little rudely.

"Calm down, teacher!" Kotomine Kirei said.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tokiomi Tosaka regrets entrusting Sakura to Matou Zoe. Although the Matou family has been destroyed now, the Holy Grail War is not something that a child like Sakura can participate in!

battlefield……

A torrent of magic power blew from nowhere, which no one expected.

Under everyone's attention, the magic power that rolled up gradually solidified into a row, turning into a stubborn and unyielding figure.

The shadow stood about two blocks closer to the sea than the four lanes of the Lancer and Saber battlefields. Yes, his posture can only be described by a shadow.

The tall, broad-shouldered man was covered in armor all over his body. However, it was different from the silver armor that Saber wrapped tightly around his body and the luxurious gold armor of Archer.

The man's armor is black. No fancy decorations, no polished colors.

Like darkness, extreme black like hell. Even his face was covered with a helmet. Deep in the tiny cracks of the helmet. All I could see was the radiant light emanating from the eyes that were burning like fire.

"King of Conqueror, did you invite him too?" Lancer didn't dare to stare at the Black Knight carelessly, but he still teased Rider in a frivolous tone.

Rider frowned upon hearing this. "Invitation, that, there was no room for negotiation from the beginning."

The only thing the black knight unleashed was an uncompromising murderous aura. Even the whirlwind generated by its magic power is like a moan of resentment, which is creepy.

Berserker, anyone knows him. Such vicious and murderous fluctuations can only make people think of frenzied Heroic Spirits.

"Then, little master. If that guy is a Servant, what is his magic power?"

Weber was asked by Rider. The short-statured Master just shook his head blankly. "Can't judge. Can't judge at all."

"What? Aren't you the most powerful Master? Can't you clearly tell who has high mana and who isn't, can't you?"

Once he became a Master who made a contract with a Heroic Spirit, he was given the power of perspective that could see through the abilities of other Servants. The Holy Grail War invites heroic spirits to participate, and only grants this special ability to the Master. It is impossible for a generation master like Irisviel to have this ability. Rider's official Master, Webber, can compare the ability differences between Rider and other Servants, and then formulate strategies to make the battle situation develop in a favorable direction. Now Weber has grasped the capabilities of Saber, Lancer and Archer in front of him. But……

I can't see his identity! That black guy and the man who appeared just now must be Servants. But I can't see their abilities at all! "

Hearing Weber's embarrassed explanation, Rider frowned and stared at the black knight again. Everyone present watched the Black Knight's every move with suspicion and vigilance. But there are two exceptions. Mu Hantian said it didn't matter, but Archer's red eyes showed no doubt or confusion, he just looked down at Berserker with pure murderous intent.

The black knight looked at himself standing on the street lamp with a creepy stare. The golden heroic spirit accurately caught the black knight's gaze.

"People with humble status even have dirty eyes. For someone with noble status, it is an unbearable humiliation for someone to look at him with such eyes. And you dare to disturb my gathering with my friends." Archer's voice sounded , the golden ripples on his back fluctuated, and four utensils flashing with bright light slowly emerged. The direction of the sword and spear head is the Berserker, the top priority to kill.

"Noble Phantasm! There are Noble Phantasms above C+ rank, and there are four at once!" Webber's voice rang out in surprise, and everyone looked at Archer with a certain dignified expression.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces to quench the hatred in my heart. Bastard." With the grim declaration, the spear and sword flew in the air together.

Without even touching it, it fires a weapon that appeared out of nowhere. That's why it's called a golden shooter. But using the Noble Phantasm so carelessly is very unusual. To Heroic Spirits, Noble Phantasms are their own children, and throwing such an important Noble Phantasm recklessly like throwing stones is a very hasty throw.

Still, it's destructive. The pavement was blown up as if a bomb had exploded, and the asphalt splattered into dust, covering all vision.

Amidst the misty dust, the long black shadow appeared swaying. Berserker is still there. He moved his foot slightly, and the pavement on the bottom of his feet turned into a rocky crack. As a result, among the spears and swords that Archer threw, the spear that flew slightly behind missed its target. The sword that was supposed to fly in front of it and shoot at the target did not cause any damage.

Why? Because that sword was in Berserker's hands.

How many people can have a clear insight into such a rapid attack and defense? At least neither Webb nor Irisviel could understand what was going on.

The correct process is the sword that comes flying first as the first strike. Berserker caught it with ease. Berserker then used the obtained sword to repel the next spear that flew in as a second blow.

"Is that guy really Berserker?" Lancer whispered nervously.

Rider also muttered a response. "Although he lost all reason when he went mad, he was a great warrior indeed."

A Noble Phantasm can only be turned into a weapon exclusively for this Heroic Spirit only in the hands of an exclusive Heroic Spirit. Even in the hands of other Heroic Spirits, it is impossible to use it flexibly. It is unimaginable that he can play such a stunt to accurately repel the treasure gun that came after him.

However, Archer was not surprised, but was furious. All the expressions were removed from the gorgeous face, leaving only the frozen zero-degree killing intent.

"How dare you touch my Noble Phantasm with your dirty hands, are you in such a hurry to die? Beast!" Archer's surroundings shone again. Around his stalwart face, a new group of Noble Phantasms suddenly appeared behind him, a total of sixteen Noble Phantasms.

Not just guns and swords. And an axe. Both mallet and spear are available. There are also some strange weapons whose purpose and nature are unknown.

All the Noble Phantasms were polished as bright as mirrors and rolled with huge magical power. Each Noble Phantasm embodies an unparalleled sense of mystery, and these are veritable Noble Phantasms.

If it was surprising at first, it is now shocking, there is not only one Noble Phantasm of Heroic Spirits. Some Heroic Spirits also hide three or four super weapons that are as powerful as Noble Phantasms. But no matter how many Noble Phantasms there are, there is a limit.

As soon as that golden Archer used the Noble Phantasm, it was like an endless array of equipment, which was released one by one and used one at a time. And since the battle with the assassin last night, he has never used the same Noble Phantasm.

"You hateful thief, let me see how many Noble Phantasms I can bear!"

Archer gave an order, and the group of Noble Phantasms floating in the void rushed to kill Berserker.

The roar shook the night air, and the constant explosion of flashes seemed to clear the night sky.

These Noble Phantasms produced such enormous destructive power that it was hard to believe that they were merely throwing weapons such as swords.

Countless Noble Phantasm rained down on the road of Warehouse Street, as if it were being carpet bombed.