I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of glass breaking in the distance, as if someone had destroyed the window glass of an entire corridor in an instant.

The person who did such a thing was Kenneth. Now he had forgotten the "minimum destruction of the castle" he said before the war, and he only wanted to kill the hateful rat Emiya Kiritsugu.

A big hole was opened in his left shoulder, and the last pistol Kiritsugu pulled out was the Thompson Contender.

The walnut handle, a barrel that is much longer than the average pistol, and the rifle-like design make it one of the most powerful pistols in the world.

This gun was modified by Kiritsugu and turned into a magic suit, and its performance is more powerful than the original Contender.

The speed of bullets fired by Kiritsugu's Contender is 2.5 times that of the M950, and its destructive power is equivalent to seven times that of the latter.

The speed of the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid mainly comes from pressure. Although the lump of mercury can quickly expand into a thin film through pressure, it cannot be quickly changed back from the thin film state through pressure. This is the limit of fluid mechanics. .

Therefore, when faced with a sudden powerful attack, Mercury cannot react quickly to form a strong defense system.

A large hole was punched through the surface of the mercury film as smooth as a mirror. The bullet tore the air and penetrated Kenneth's body at a speed far faster than Kenneth could react.

Thanks to the fact that mercury is opaque, Kiritsugu couldn't see the exact location of Kenneth, otherwise this shot would have directly killed Kenneth.

The wailing Kenneth was filled with unprecedented anger in his chest.

"Scalp! (Slash)"

With a roar filled with murderous intent, Quicksilver delivered a killing blow.

The blow left deep marks on the exterior windows and interior walls of the corridor, and the sound of shattering glass was clearly audible even in the forest.

However, this blow did not cause much trouble to Kiritsugu. When the M950 feigned an attack, he retreated ten meters away. Enough distance gave Kiritsugu enough space and time.

Dodging the mercury whip, Kiritsugu quickly escaped from Kenneth's sight before he could continue his attack.

Anger was like sulfuric acid, corroding Kenneth's heart bit by bit.

"That's so stupid. I didn't join the Holy Grail War just to fight like this."

He is a first-class magician and should not lose his cool because of his emotions, especially in a life-and-death battle.

If this was a secret duel between top magicians, Kenneth would never be angry. Instead, he would sigh and admire his opponent's skills, calmly deduce its true value, and concentrate on performing magic as a corresponding gift to the enemy's secret skills.

Such a noble and glorious aristocratic game is what Kenneth knows about fighting. He bet the right to use the Holy Grail, competed with Tokiomi Tokiomi, Matou Zouken (the outside world did not know that Zouken was dead), and four outstanding opponents he had not yet met, and came to this remote place in the far east.

But the pain from the wound on his right shoulder came in waves, as if it was mocking Kenneth.

"No way, that despicable rat actually made me bleed!"

This was not due to injuries sustained in the battle. Those despicable methods did not deserve to be called a battle.

Kenneth chased Emiya Kiritsugu, who had escaped, with the pace of a sleepwalker.

Anger with nowhere to go turned into destructive impulses and spread along the Moon Spirit Marrow. Kenneth hit the walls of the surrounding corridors with the mercury whip.

The door blocking the way is not pushed open, but is shattered by the weight of mercury.

Be it vases, paintings, or elegant furniture, all the decorations in sight were smashed and destroyed.

There are many traps on the way. Use the rope to pull Kenneth's unsuspecting fingers, or step on the message pipe in the carpet, the configured grenade will explode, and the mine will release canister.

But no trap can break through the defense of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

The traps set were like toys to trick children, and Kenneth found them so funny that they were really ridiculous. But that laughter was also laughing at Kenneth himself, who was injured by the toy-like trick of tricking children.

Self-deprecation cut his self-esteem like a razor, and the humiliation further ignited the anger in his heart.

The formal attire he was so proud of was not designed to deal with such despicable tactics. His quicksilver should be equipped to catch spell bullets, deflect spiritual swords, break through magic's fire, ice, and lightning strikes. It should be a secret technique that makes the magicians who hate him marvel and awe while reaching death.

So, what is my current ugly state?

The opponent he was tracking with his proud attire was an unknown mouse, which made him feel extremely humiliated, and as time went by, this humiliation accumulated.

Fortunately, this humiliating chase has finally come to an end.

No matter how vast the castle is, the escape route becomes very limited when escaping upstairs. The mouse was chased to the end of the corridor on the third floor.

Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid accurately discovered his location this time. The target seemed to have given up and was probably planning to have the final showdown there.

"A duel? No, this is not a duel, it is an execution, a torture!"

With cruel murderous intent surging throughout his body, Kenneth turned the final corner with his ceremonial attire and arrived at the end of the corridor.

There is no escape route and no shelter. This is the most suitable place for the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid to exert its power.

Emiya Kiritsugu was neither afraid nor begging for mercy, he just pointed two guns at Kenneth.

"You don't think that the method just now is still effective, do you? Inferior creature. The reason why you were able to injure me was not because you seized the right moment, nor was it a successful sneak attack. It was just an unreasonable coincidence."

Kenneth said grimly, slowly walking towards Kiritsugu step by step. The Moon Spirit Marrow spinning around him stretched and retracted countless whips threateningly while shaking the sharp front end.

"I will not kill you easily. I will continue to heal your lungs and heart, and then cut you into pieces from the head with a knife. Just die in pain, regret and despair, and then curse when you die, cursing you for daring to insult Einzbern of the Holy Grail War!”

Kiritsugu raised his M950 and spit out a series of tongues of fire. His technique was exactly the same as during the sneak attack in the corridor on the first floor.

"Fevor, meisanguis! (Boil, my blood)"

Of course, Kenneth would not be stupid enough to use the same means to defend himself. He rebuilt Mercury's defense.

Instead of using membranes, they are now in the form of columns.

Countless thorns stood out from the floor to the ceiling, covering Kenneth's body like a dense bamboo forest, completely blocking the flying bullets.

The bullets blocked by the Mercury Sword Mountain made noisy metallic sounds as they bounced back and forth between the dense gaps in the spines, and finally lost their power and fell to the ground. None of the bullets reached Kenneth's body.

Emiya Kiritsugu had no intention of changing his strategy. The moment the M950 magazine was empty, the Contender in his right hand roared.

This time, the real noon has arrived.