Chapter 19 Attila the Hun

"What is that?"

    Hearing Mai's words, Kiritsugu Emiya immediately adjusted the gun body support, and then when he saw the petite figure in front of the focusing lens, his expression was obviously slightly stunned.

    To be honest, as a magician killer, Kiritsugu Emiya has never naively thought that there will only be a team of monitors in this battle, because he knows that it is impossible.

    Therefore, the moment he rushed to the battlefield, Kiritsugu Emiya did not try to occupy several best viewing points, but chose a monitoring point that could take into account the key points marked on the map.

    "Could it be assassin?"

    While observing the figure, Kiritsugu Emiya whispered to himself.

The servant in the video was wearing a black tights and a half-eerie skull mask on her head. It was obvious that she was a petite young woman.

    Emiya Kiritsugu narrowed his eyes habitually. Although Assass's ability to fight head-on was estimated to be the weakest among all the servants, his unique ability was the biggest threat to the lord, so he was cautious.

    Just when Emiya Kiritsugu was about to order his servant to kill Assass, a huge palpitation suddenly came, as if the god of death was breathing in his ear, as if his beating heart was firmly grasped, and the extremely cold feeling almost froze Emiya Kiritsugu's entire mind.

"——"

    Without even thinking or looking, between life and death, Kiritsugu Emiya subconsciously began to act quickly according to his instinct.

    He dropped his sniper rifle, picked up his parachute, activated his inherent time defense to the maximum extent, and rushed out of the rooftop in almost the blink of an eye. Kiritsugu Emiya did all this in less than three seconds.

    The strong sense of crisis forged by wandering on the battlefield and on the edge of life and death for more than a decade once again saved Kiritsugu Emiya's life.

    "Boom boom boom——"

    Accompanied by the sound of whistling, a series of extremely violent explosions rang out on the rooftop.

Kiritsugu Emiya turned his head and stared at the amazing scene in front of him. At the same time, the violent storm blew him into the sky before he could open his umbrella bag. The red flames illuminated his face, which was now uncertain.

    At this time, the breath that made Kiritsugu Emiya's scalp tingle and even his heart beat appeared again. It seemed that something in the air was flying towards him very quickly.

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    "I didn't expect that this game had just started, and there would appear someone who was ignorant of the world and dared to call himself the king. It really polluted my ears!"

    The expression of the unknown heroic spirit was a little dissatisfied at this moment.

That magnificent figure exuded a radiance that seemed to dispel all darkness, and his dazzling great face even dimmed the stars and the moon in the sky. The moment he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention. His red pupils flashed with an arrogant and contemptuous look, and his majesty was as brilliant as that of a god.

    There was no part of his body that was not covered by armor, the color was gold, the color of power and wealth, and the protective gear that looked like heavy armor was his symbol.

    He was the half-human, half-god king who reigned in ancient Mesopotamia five thousand years ago.

    He was also the protagonist described in the oldest narrative poem of mankind, the "Epic of Gilgamesh".

    A heroic spirit who descended as a bowman.

The oldest king, the king of kings, the king of heroes.

    Gilgamesh.

    "…"

The King of Conquerors obviously did not expect someone to speak in a tougher tone than himself. He twitched his chin in confusion and said to the figure: "But even if you say that, I, Iskandar, am still the world's famous King of Conquerors!

    "Humph..."

    Gilgamesh sneered slightly, and when he was about to say something, a voice interrupted.

    "The existence of the civilization has been confirmed, and it has been determined to be an inferior civilization, and its extermination has begun. "

    At this moment, another figure finally gathered, and the somewhat flat and emotionless voice suddenly came,

    Dark brown skin, white hair, delicate facial features like a doll, and cold eyes that were almost emotionless.

    It was a beautiful girl, with red eyes that gave people an extremely empty feeling, and the fabric of the clothes she wore was also It was quite small, just enough to cover the girl's private parts, with a slim waist that could be held in one hand, transparent skin like crystal, and flowing long hair tied with a silver headband, which was connected to a cape. It was somewhat similar to the style of Central Asia.

    She held a long sword with a blade made of red, blue and yellow lasers. Compared with ordinary swords, this sword had an unusual shape and was very advanced in design. It even made people feel like a cute magic prop that only appeared in animations, but the constant threat told everyone that it was definitely not a cute prop.

    Gilgamesh frowned slightly while standing on the street lamp, and a rare feeling of disgust rose in his heart.

    He sensed an extremely strange aura, which was not the aura of a servant, but a sinful aura that Gilgamesh might find more disgusting than the gods in the sky.

    For some reason, he actually developed an unprecedented vigilance towards this heroic spirit with strange clothes.

    As if they had sensed something, the heroes of the Age of Gods, Karna and Siegfried, who were standing aside, also showed a look as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

    "Hoton Ray. "

    First, she looked around the boring city with "no beauty" and steel and concrete everywhere, and then the unknown female hero chanted this sentence indifferently.

    The "blade" began to spin rapidly at this moment, like a high-speed spinning drill, and at the same time, the blade released a magical light like a rainbow.

    "Stop him quickly."

    At this moment, the hero king Gilgamesh finally remembered who was standing in front of him and why he felt disgusted and jealous of that aura. Perhaps at this moment, her strength was far different from the monsters that the hero king had seen in his lifetime, but that aura could never be forgotten by this proud and even arrogant golden king.

    She was regarded as a The symbol of destruction, brutality, and terror, and the existence of the name of God's Whip that is as loud as thunder.

    Although it is far different from the gods of the Age of Gods when they met, and is far inferior in strength, the frequency and rhythm of this magic power are absolutely correct.

    She is the giant god of the wandering planet, Attila, the king of the Huns.

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(End of this chapter)