Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

While Roland was in a daze, Emiya Kiritsugu knocked open the door, quickly took off his windbreaker, wrapped the grenade with the tab pulled off, and threw it into the air.

Roland's eyes paused slightly, and he took a few steps back. In an instant, there was an extra stone in the hands of the Killer Queen, ready to hit the grenade in the air.

In the case of close range, with the attributes of his substitute, it can be said that he can hit wherever he can.

Then, the trigger of the bomb was quickly pressed.

The grenade that was detonated ahead of time caused terrible damage in the small room, but this was exactly what Emiya Kiritsugu wanted.

Hiding behind the door on the other side, he held tightly the weapon he had just taken out of his windbreaker.

It was a gun with a rather simple shape, made of walnut wood, like a gunpowder gun at the end of the Middle Ages.

The essence of this firearm is a single-shot rifle with only one round of ammunition. In order to maximize the power of this firearm, Emiya Kiritsugu also modified it so that it can withstand the ammunition of a sniper rifle. , This kind of powerful firepower fully demonstrates the effectiveness of killing with one hit.

It is impossible to resist this kind of firearm with ordinary physical defense, and when the opponent increases the output of magic power and uses all the magic to defend, it is exactly what Emiya Kiritsugu wanted.

Because, the reason why this gun can become Emiya Kiritsugu's trump card has never been the gun itself, but the bullet.

Origin, he is something engraved deep in a person that defines the root of existence.

The origin is not only possessed by magicians, but the directionality that all existences are born with, including ordinary people. Awakening the origin is also the easiest way for ordinary people to obtain superpowers, but even without awakening, in terms of personality and direction, ordinary people will Involuntary generation of traits associated with it.

For example, Emiya Shirou's origin is the sword. Although he is not good at ordinary magic, he can also show the inherent enchantment of infinite sword system.

Although Emiya Kiritsugu did not awaken the origin, he also obtained the method of using the origin through special means.

He suddenly rose up, looked at Roland who was standing with the Killer Queen, and raised the muzzle of the pitch-black gun.

"--it's over."

Emiya Kiritsugu pulled the trigger indifferently, everything was within his expectations, facing the strafing and explosion just now, this mysterious magician had to use that special guardian spirit to defend with all his might.

And at this time, even if the origin bullet didn't hit him, with the help of the magic connection, his origin will manifest on the other party's body.

Cut and combine.

This is the origin of the name Kiritsugu, things touched by this origin will be destroyed and then combined irregularly.

The part being hit will be directly necrotic, and the magician will be even worse. For the magic circuit as precise as a circuit board, such consequences will directly destroy the opponent's entire body, and the blood vessels and nerves will be combined at will.

The better the magician, the worse he will end up.

So far, thirty-seven magicians have died in it, and this time, there will be no exception...

"What the hell?"

The Killer Queen casually knocked away the incoming Origin Bullets, as if feeling a different feel, Roland looked at Emiya Kiritsugu suspiciously.

"This is your trump card?"

"How can it be?"

Emiya Kiritsugu's expression froze for a moment, and he immediately realized the meaning hidden in Maiya's words before.

Kiritsugu knew his trump card, the origin bullet was a unique move against magicians, but conversely, if the target was not a magician, he was just a somewhat special bullet.

The atmosphere fell into dead silence for a while, and Emiya Kiritsugu realized that he had made a big mistake.

"Are you really just a lucky one?"

"Is that undeniable? I'm really lucky."

Roland turned his hand over, looked at the marks on the outside of the palm that looked like old injuries, and frowned in distress.

The stand-in accurately reproduced the injury caused by the origin bomb on his own hand. Although the marks were not large, this hand was temporarily unusable.

Fortunately, he has found a substitute.

"From this point of view, it is also beneficial to externally source the magic power."

"You bastard... have you taken the Command Seal from someone else?"

Emiya Kiritsugu's face was livid, and his palms kept trembling. He found that he seemed to know the truth hidden behind the abyss.

One of the masters had already died, and then the wandering servant found a new master and transplanted the command spells to him.

In this way, before coming to Fuyuki City, I saw two serial murders, which may be the result of this pair wantonly attacking ordinary people in order to obtain magic power.

"I will never let you go,"

This pair has no fear at all, and probably doesn't care about the Holy Grail War, they just regard this city as their own hunting ground.

If they were allowed to continue, they might cause even greater damage before obtaining the Holy Grail, Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes shone with an unquestionable brilliance, which meant determination.

Even if a Command Seal is wasted...

"Let me go? It seems that you haven't understood the current situation, Emiya Kiritsugu."

As if hearing something funny, Roland walked slowly towards Emiya Kiritsugu, "You think the killer queen alone can't get close to you in the first place, right? Then, my substitute, there are two Woolen cloth?"

"Show me here!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Emiya Kiritsugu, and that little car that was like a lingering ghost appeared behind him at some unknown time, driving slowly towards him.

"When you came, I had already summoned the withering heart piercing attack, so, now, what are you going to do?"

Roland is in front and the car is behind.

Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't move forward or retreat for a while, his heart was beating violently, and the red light of the Command Seal in his hand became more and more intense.

However, as if deliberately teasing Kiritsugu's nerves, Roland suddenly stopped in his tracks, showing a warm smile.

"Is it really worth wasting a Command Seal here to exchange a child with me?"

"Of course it's not worth it, but I don't believe you'll just let me go."

Short and clear answer, in the past, Emiya Kiritsugu had countless times when he broke his promise, and he naturally would not believe in the other party's kindness.

"Then you really judge people by yourself, magician killer, honesty and trustworthiness, but my greatest character, of course, if I want to gain the upper hand, I will feel uncomfortable if I let you go like this, so, make a deal ?"

"I heard from that guy named Maiya that your holy relic is King Arthur's scabbard, right? It is also because of it that you can recover from the explosion of the withering heart attack. Give him to me, and I will let you go."

Hearing Roland's low but unquestionable tone, Emiya Kiritsugu had no doubt that at this point, as long as he showed the intention of refusing, the other party would summon a heroic spirit at the same time as him, and use all means to kill him.

Because he would do the same.

Is it worth it to exchange a holy relic for a Command Seal?

"I do not believe you."

"But you have no choice, right? Even if I break my promise, you will just lose a dispensable holy relic."

Such an honest answer made Emiya Kiritsugu bow his head. Command spells are props that directly affect the winning rate in his strategy, and Avalon is just a holy relic with healing and immortality effects. Irisviel's magic is enough replace it.

If you agree, it is possible to solve tonight's troubles and minimize the loss. If you disagree, with the other party's determination and ability, no matter whether you can kill Saber after he comes, you must be dead.

Emiya Kiritsugu subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, wanting to find a cigarette, but then realized that the person who bought the cigarette was no longer there.

Without saying anything, he took out the golden scabbard with enamel from his pocket, and threw it to the other side.

After making this action, he showed a bitter smile. This mysterious enemy was right, and now, he has no choice.

But in the end, he had to know an answer.

"The seventh master, what is your name?"

"Roland, just call me Roland."

With light steps, Roland carefully picked up Avalon, as if holding the whole world.

In his eyes, the scabbard was shining with a blood-like scarlet light that was too thick to melt.

"Qi Ling, the soul of the Holy Lord, has been recovered."