Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

Bree, who had been keeping her eyes fixed on the doorstep of the Matou family, had indeed not seen Kariya enter or leave.

Go and see for yourself later.

Bree pulled her hood up over her eyes.

Now he was using Breath Blocking, a B-level skill that allowed him to remain unnoticed as long as he kept a low profile.

The reason why he came here in person was for the next step.

As Bree took a deep breath, his height shrank instantly and his black hair fell to his waist.

He was brewing his emotions, temporarily abandoning his own way or low profile, imagining that he was now the protagonist of the era.

She opened her mouth and began to mock the people on the battlefield before she even appeared.

"Wakaka! In this land, in front of this old man, is there anyone who dares to claim to be the king?"

Zhang's arrogant voice surged into the battlefield like a wave, and several heroes turned their heads in surprise.

A girl in black and red military uniform walked out. There was nothing special about her posture and her appearance did not bring any special effects, but she brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.

He was clearly just one person walking, but everyone present felt like he was surrounded by a vast army.

"It's her!!" Weber screamed in horror.

“That hat…” Irisviel covered her mouth in surprise.

On top of the container, Emiya Kiritsugu lowered his binoculars in shock, his cigarette falling to the ground. "Can such a Servant be summoned in the Holy Grail War?"

This is a real battlefield, and everyone can see everyone else's faces with their naked eyes, not to mention those conspicuous signs.

On the hat of Oda Nobunaga's military uniform, there was a five-petal papaya pattern inlaid with gold. That iconic emblem was known to everyone in Japan.

Bree also knew that her identity would be recognized in this way, and she had no intention of hiding it. Oda Nobunaga was not someone who would take off his family emblem to hide his identity.

She spoke directly, shouting at the top of her lungs, "I am Oda Nobunaga, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven! Surrender and commit seppuku right here, you baldies!"

94. Sniper

The girl stood in public, farthest away from everyone, and it seemed as if she was putting everyone in opposition.

"It's actually Oda Nobunaga..." Waver covered his mouth in surprise.

Oda Nobunaga, a famous god of war in Japanese history, was active in the late Warring States period and was almost invincible in the world. However, on the eve of unifying the world, he was betrayed by his subordinates and burned to death in Honnoji Temple.

This historical figure is quite famous in Japanese history, no less famous than the two great figures who later unified Japan.

At this time, on the Japanese mainland, facing such an enemy, almost everyone felt a real sense of oppression.

"...So, are you here to find your teammates or to fight?" Iskandar asked.

"What's the difference?" Oda Nobunaga laughed. "The Holy Grail groupings are meaningless. There is only one person who can ultimately obtain the Holy Grail."

Emiya Kiritsugu, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, frowned slightly.

It’s just as I thought, that is, no matter what, we have to fight to the last man standing.

But...if that's the case, why are the Holy Grails grouped? Could it be that they have some other purpose?

"Hahahahahaha!" Gilgamesh suddenly burst into laughter. He crossed his arms and raised his noble head. "That's right. All the treasures in the world belong to only one person from the beginning to the end. However, if you, the jesters, can play your parts well and please me enough, I may consider granting you the Holy Grail."

This tone, as if he had already determined the ownership of the treasure, made everyone present frown instinctively.

Bree almost couldn't hold back her expression, Gilgamesh's remarks, which were full of a middle school mentality, made people feel a little distracted.

Although the virtuous king was more stable than the Gong Shan king, their preferences and personalities were not much different.

But when he was in Uruk, the wise king basically worked overtime on the throne, and Bree rarely saw him act like a child.

Bree crossed her arms and looked at Gilgamesh. "You are quite confident, young man. However, since we are in the Holy Grail War now, I cannot allow anyone to share the title of Archer with me."

After that, she waved her hand and a samurai sword appeared in her hand.

Ignoring the possibility of curling the blade, she plunged it into the ground like a cane, and beside her, several muskets appeared out of thin air.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Gilgamesh on the street lamp at the same time. The terrifying magical fluctuations were gathering. Although the girl was standing below, she felt

"Hey, is that a musket?" Iskandar asked in surprise.

Gilgamesh raised his chin and looked at the scoundrel in front of him with contempt from the corner of his eye: "So, you are challenging my authority, you miscellaneous cultivator?"

As he spoke, ripples lit up behind Gilgamesh, and Noble Phantasms of various colors emerged from them.

"Hey...are those all Noble Phantasms?" Waver asked in shock.

Gilgamesh is known as Nao Kinoko's biological father. Even though the world view is getting bigger and bigger now, this earliest version of the ceiling can still be ranked among the top in terms of settings.

Even if Bree is now Oda Nobunaga and has the support of the whole of Japan, he may not always be able to gain the upper hand when standing in front of Gilgamesh.

But this is also the purpose of Bree's action now. Oda Nobunaga's current role is less than the basic 15%. She wants to see how far she can go with the help of local corrections.

This is completely different from the kind of sparring with Kama. He knows himself too well, which in turn greatly reduces his understanding of his own strength.

"Snapped!"

As Bree drew his katana and swung it forward with all his might, the muskets gathered around him unleashed their fury, and a violent storm of magic tore through the air in an instant.

"Go to hell! Then go to hell and apologize to this king, you miscellaneous cultivator!"

Gilgamesh roared at the same time, and his golden Noble Phantasm shot out like a cannonball.

The magic bullet and the treasure collided in the air, causing sparks to explode, and the magic wind rolled, distorting the space.

Weber was unable to open his eyes because of the wind until a cloak blocked his face.

After a round of fighting, the sound of the explosion subsided, and the two heroes, one above and one below, were still standing in the same place. The collision occurred in mid-air and had no effect on the two of them at all.

The air seemed to freeze, and Emiya Kiritsugu on the container also raised his head.

Is that the power that a matchlock gun can achieve?

Although he had long known that the Noble Phantasm, as the embodiment of the legend of the Heroic Spirit, possessed mythical power, it was not until the weapon type he was most familiar with displayed a completely unfamiliar power in front of him that Kiritsugu truly felt the reality of this setting.

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, "You helped me clear out some of my most useless inventory."

"Are you trying to save face for yourself?" Oda Nobunaga retorted.

There are clearly at least five heroes here, but at this moment, it seems as if there are only two of them left.

"So powerful..." After watching the two's effortless first round of fighting, Diarmuid's face darkened. He looked at the King on the streetlight and spoke without hesitation, "Golden Archer, we should both be on the red side. Why not join forces?"

"What a joke! I will personally destroy this bastard who blasphemed the king." Gilgamesh refused arrogantly.

At the same time, a voice rang out, seemingly from the horizon: "What are you doing, Lancer? Did I allow you to announce your team here?"

"What..." Diarmuid was stunned. He looked up at the spot on the container and said, "Sorry, my lord..."

"This voice..." The one who was even more frightened was Weber who was sitting on the ox cart.

He's here... No, he should have come.

As if hearing the disciple's voice, a mocking voice rang out from behind the container: "Haha, I originally wanted to keep a low profile and skip this for now, but... we really should talk about this. Waver, you stole the master's holy relic and still dare to show up here with such brazenness?"

“…” Weber pursed his lips, his guilty conscience and status disadvantage preventing him from speaking.

A large hand touched his shoulder, and Waver looked up to see Iskandar's serious face.

"When we get back, tell me what happened. Now, you should hold your head high." Iskandar said seriously, "You are my Master, and you are standing on the battlefield with me!"

"rider..."

The voice behind the container sounded as if he had heard something ridiculous. He seemed to find it ridiculous from the bottom of his heart and continued, "Weber, do you think..."

“Bang!!!”

At this moment, the sound of a matchlock gun was heard, but it was not aimed at the king on the street lamp.

The container that made the sound exploded as if it was buried with explosives.

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PS: It's py-nyan! Uma Musume, I'm Not Interested in Winning

95.Whose is this?

The magic bullets fired seemed to be filled with energy, and from the muzzle to the container, one could see the amazing sight of the air being distorted by the high temperature.

"I'm having a good time fighting." Oda Nobunaga held up his military cap. "You're so annoying!"

The metal container used to carry goods was shattered by a bullet, and broken iron pieces and affected fish flew all over the sky.

Behind the cloud of dust and gravel, a man with short golden hair was revealed, standing with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, he was staring at the front with his eyes wide open, but his violently heaving chest still proved that he was emotionally confused at the moment.

He shifted his gaze stiffly and saw a silver liquid rising up like a small hill in front of him.

Steam was emanating from the liquid. Apparently, the bullet did not stop after shattering the container, but continued to shoot towards his forehead with undiminished momentum.

Fortunately, the pool of mercury suddenly rose up and accurately blocked the attack under the protection of magic.

Of course, Kenneth knew what this mercury was. It was his most proud work, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid that established his reputation as a monarch.

As his most painstaking research, perhaps the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid really has effects and even toughness far beyond ordinary people's imagination, enough to block a normal attack from a heroic spirit of this level.

As a well-known genius, Kenneth is proud in his heart and he believes in his potential.

The only problem is that this pool of "Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid" has nothing to do with him.

He was just standing in a safe place, teaching his students a lesson from a superior position, but he was suddenly affected. From the bullet blowing up his cover to being blocked by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, he didn't have time to react at all in such a short time.

When he realized that he almost died here, his legs went weak.

who is it?

Kenneth stared blankly at the mercury that saved his life slowly sinking and flowing into an unknown place.

"..."

The battlefield fell silent for a moment, and Diarmuid was the first to breathe a sigh of relief: "As expected of a lord, you can actually react to such an attack."

Gilgamesh also raised his head with an amused look.

Diarmuid raised his spear and pointed it at Oda Nobunaga: "Archer, since you are a famous king in the world, please follow the rules and do not attack my lord without my permission."

"Stop talking, Lancer." Kayneth suddenly spoke, interrupting Diarmuid. "Let's...let's go. That's all for today."

"..." Diarmuid was stunned for a moment, but nodded honestly. He turned back to look at the several heroic spirits present and said, "Next time we meet, let's have a good fight."

After saying that, he jumped up and turned into a spirit.

But Kenneth did not leave immediately. He took out the real Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid from his pocket and poured it on the ground.

Mercury formed a small ball, carried Kenneth's body through his clothes, and took him away from the scene.

Only four Servants were left on the battlefield. Emiya Kiritsugu picked up the radio and said, "Eri, take Saber away. There's no need for us to stay here anymore."

Irisviel was stunned when she heard her husband's instructions. She hurried to Altria and pulled the corner of her clothes.

Artoria understood what she meant and looked around at everyone present: "Since no one here wants to end the war immediately, let's meet again next time."

After saying that, she picked up Irisviel and stepped on the air blast to leave the battlefield.

Now, it seemed that only three Servants were left standing on the battlefield.

"Hmph, scared into fleeing after a few bullets?" Gilgamesh looked at him with his nose. "This is a meaningless interlude. Let's get on with it. You can all join in, miscellaneous cultivators."

After saying this, ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh again.

The weapon that emerged this time was completely different from the previous ones. Just from the magnificent magical light, it could be seen that it was an extremely advanced treasure.

Bree immediately swung his sword, and several more muskets floated up at his side.

"This is really a headache." Iskandar moved closer to Waver. "Master, tell me, who should I help?"

"Of course she's a teammate...even though she's a bit of a prick."

"Hahahaha!" Iskandar immediately burst into laughter. "Did you hear that? My Master has spoken!"

After saying that, he tightened his grip on the reins, turned the car around, and aimed it at the king on the streetlight.

"Roar?" Gilgamesh made a disdainful sound, and part of the ripples behind him changed direction at the right time, as if he was not worried at all.

Just as the three sides were about to clash, Gilgamesh suddenly froze in thought: "Tokiomi?! How dare you order me to flee?"