fate: I tear up the heroic spirit

"No matter what happens next, let's not panic, everyone follow the team, don't get separated."

The middle-aged man reminded.

It didn't seem like he was entering the Venous Cloister for the first time, and he was extremely familiar with the terrain here.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, having such an experienced captain had to say that it made people feel very relieved.

"Boom!"

A violent sound kept coming, as if something was exploding, like a furious thunder constantly bombarding the ground.

"What is this sound?"

Some people wondered.

"The smell of thunder and lightning is very strong."

The boy frowned.

He is a magician genius, his own strength is not weak at all, with some means, he can easily judge what lies ahead.

"Thunderbolt? How can there be thunder and lightning here?"

There is a magician's eyes with incredulity.

This is deep underground, the second layer of Albion, the venous cloister, how can there be thunder and lightning? And it seems that very dense lightning is constantly bombarding.

"It's kind of weird."

The boy showed an interested tone, he did not have the slightest fear, and there was excitement in his eyes.

At this moment, a fork in the road appeared on the side.

"Go here!"

The middle-aged man spoke without hesitation.

Apparently, he was avoiding the road where Raiden was.

"Why don't you go over and find out?"

The boy stopped and asked.

He was visiting the Vein Cloister for the first time, and he was still full of curiosity about everything here, and as for everything about Albion, he didn't know much.

"There will be crises in the past, those lightning are very tricky, we don't have to take that risk, here, you may encounter too many situations, some are full of danger, some are much less dangerous, you can try it, try your luck, but also be very careful, such obvious dangers, the past is simply a waste of time."

The meaning of the middle-aged man is obvious.

There must be a lot of danger there, and while there may be something precious, there's no need to take that risk.

They should choose places that are relatively less dangerous.

"What if I have to go?"

The young man showed a look of disdain, he scoffed at the timidity of the middle-aged man, originally he was unhappy with the middle-aged man, and now he was even more unhappy.

In his opinion, even if there are dangers, with his own strength, those dangers can be completely avoided.

Not to mention that there was this old guy around him, he didn't need to worry too much at all.

"If you have to go, then go yourself!"

The middle-aged man's attitude is resolute.

That's his usual style, and he knows he has to be tough.

Since he is the temporary captain of this squad, all the team members must listen to his opinion.

Those who have their own ideas either obey or leave on their own.

"You guy, I've long seen that you are not used to it, this is Albion, even if I kill you, there will be no problems."

The boy's eyes shone dangerously.

"Young Master, no, no! Let's just come here to take a look and don't clash with other magicians!"

The old man immediately grabbed the young man's arm.

The middle-aged man glanced at the young and old and continued to walk towards the fork in the road.

The rest of the magicians just whispered and quickly followed the middle-aged man's footsteps.

In their opinion, the middle-aged man is indeed very reliable, at least more reliable than that teenager.

The teenager was a little annoyed, but still followed the team.

The sound of lightning bombardment disappeared completely.

Suddenly there is a clear space ahead.

The center seems to be an altar, where a staff made of white bone is suspended quietly in the air, and the surrounding magic is gathering towards the staff.

"Holy Relic?"

"Is it a treasure?"

The moment they saw the staff, most magicians were moved.

"Don't act rashly!"

The middle-aged man shouted.

But he knew that his words were useless.

They are originally a group of magicians from all over the world, and they temporarily become a squad for some unavoidable reasons, and once a conflict of interest arises, this group will instantly disintegrate and become a separate situation.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man's words did not have any effect.

There were already magicians rushing towards the staff.

At this moment, the magic of the ground was gathering.

Reptile monsters appeared on the ground, but they had no flesh at all, they were completely composed of white bones, and they were completely skeleton monsters.

They have no flesh and blood, no internal organs, only a body composed of skeletons, red eyes, fangs and claws are extremely sharp, and the hardness of the skeleton body is no worse than steel, and the size is about three times that of adults.

There were many scary, there were about thirty or forty, and when they saw the magicians of this squad, they rushed directly as if they had seen prey.

"What?"

The faces of those magicians changed drastically.

In the face of the surging skeleton beasts, they had already panicked, because this number was too much.

The magic began to chant, and there were also magicians who pulled out the long swords they were carrying, and their magic circuits lit up.

The skeleton beasts were shattered, but they seemed to have no wisdom at all and were not afraid of life and death, and they rushed forward like crazy.

Soon, the magician's flesh and blood were blurred and his body was torn apart.

“Sharp sickle！"

The boy's eyes were contemptuous, and the magic engraving on his arm lit up.

A cyan scythe seemed to be made of magical power, and instantly appeared and split several skeleton beasts that attacked in front of it.

These skeleton beasts were as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in front of that cyan scythe, and their bodies were easily split.

The young man's strength is indeed good, and there is no panic in the face of the skeleton monster, and the cyan scythe seems to be some kind of magic trick cast by the magic engraving.

The middle-aged man throws a gem infused with magic.

"Boom!"

The explosion appeared, and the skeleton monster that attacked in front was shattered by the explosion.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he fled here.

The members of the entire squad were scattered by this group of skeleton beasts.

Shirou Emiya did not make a move, his steps were light and he hid in a fork in the road.

At this moment, a young girl dressed in blue and holding a silver sword also entered this fork in the road.

Regarding this girl, Shirou Emiya also paid attention because

she was the same color as his own hair, which was a long bright red hair that danced like a flame.

In terms of appearance, she is comparable to that mature woman, but her age should only be sixteen or seventeen years old, and her physical development is certainly not comparable to that mature woman.

A fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and it seemed that she had just fought those skeleton monsters, and now she was temporarily hiding here.