After understanding the cause and effect of the incident, Hasegawa Kaede looked at the alley in front of them. From the outside, it was obviously the most ordinary kind, but the deep darkness inside blocked their vision, and even the light of the flashlight could not penetrate it.
"This alley...why do I feel something is wrong?"
Hasegawa Kaede murmured to himself that the biological instinct reminded him that it was dangerous there, but Siegfried found no trace of other servants.
"Master, should we help her?"
Siegfried's voice sounded in his heart.
"If possible, I think we should try to help her. President, what do you think?"
Hasegawa Kaede turned to look at Sakurajima Saori. This kind of matter cannot be decided by him alone. It is very likely to cause new troubles, and they are already in enough trouble.
"Do you think I would refuse?"
Sakurajima Saori glanced at him helplessly, then stretched out her hand and stroked Kotone's head. Anyway, they have enough troubles now, so they don't need this one.
"Hahaha, I knew the president would definitely agree."
Hasegawa Kaede let out a hearty laugh, and then gave a thumbs up. Siegfried materialized next to him, holding the holy sword Balumong tightly in his hand, looking at the deep and dark alley.
"Master, although you sometimes say some seemingly evil things, in essence you are still just and lend a helping hand to those in need. There is no deviation in your values."
"Hahaha, what's justice and so on... I'm just doing what I can."
Hasegawa Kaede, who was praised by Siegfried, said with embarrassment. Being praised by the legendary hero and fighting side by side with the legendary hero, his brain is now full of active inspiration, and he has already been thinking about new books.
Got the idea.
"Master, you don't need to belittle yourself. You can do everything you can. This is justice. I believe in Master, and I will entrust my back to you."
"Do you need me to help protect your back?"
After reading the legend about Siegfried, Hasegawa Kaede naturally understood the weakness of the great hero in front of him. There was a leaf stuck on his back, so he did not bathe in the dragon's blood. This was Siegfried's weakness.
If you are stabbed in the back, you will undoubtedly die. That is already a curse.
Hearing that Siegfried was about to entrust his fatal weakness to him, he couldn't help but become nervous.
"It's okay, you don't need to do anything special."
Siegfried shook his head, and then stepped into the darkness of the alley without hesitation.
"Just standing there is enough."
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After about five minutes, the darkness deep in the alley was torn apart by the azure magic light, and Siegfried was seen wielding Balumong, fighting with a handsome young man with blond hair, but because of
Because his left arm was holding a little girl, he looked slightly at a disadvantage fighting with only one hand.
"cold--!"
Although the two sides were fighting at high speed, Qinyin still recognized her friend.
Arong also materialized and appeared next to Saori Sakurajima, waving a huge brush to draw a protective barrier to protect them.
"That guy can actually fight with a Servant?!"
Unlike Hasegawa Kaede, who knows nothing about the magic world, Sakurajima Saori is a half-baked magician, but she still knows some basic knowledge. Because the mystery is constantly fading, modern magicians simply cannot communicate with their followers.
Counterbalance, even the weakest looking assassin can easily defeat the magician.
"That guy is probably not a human being."
Hasegawa Kaede complained that the young man held a blood-red ball on his head and extended his tentacles for attack. After Siegfried cut off the tentacles, he turned into liquid and returned to the ball.
Even if the body is cut, it can recover quickly, and the same is true for severed hands and feet. Such a weird situation does not look like it can be done by humans.
"Miss Arong."
Sakurajima Saori looked at Arong who was protecting them. No matter how weird that guy was, there was only one person, but they had two riders here.
"Leave it to me, I will draw it thoroughly!"
Understanding Sakurajima Saori's meaning, Arong waved a huge paintbrush, and with the ink splashing from the tip of the pen, dragons and phoenixes in the Ukiyoe style jumped out and strangled the blond young man with a bloody ball on his head.
"It's really troublesome..."
The blond young man looked at the dragons and phoenixes that were approaching quickly, and a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes. He was training his newly captured pet. Who would have thought that someone would actually break into his inherent barrier, and even arbitrarily destroy the inherent pet.
The barrier is broken.
Although his inherent barrier is not stable, it is not something that ordinary magicians can do. The man in front of him is a bit too powerful. Even the representatives of the Holy Church are far inferior to him.
.
【When did such a powerful magician appear in the magic world?】
No one could answer the questions in his mind. During the battle, he tried to control the blood in the armored man's body, but it didn't work at all. Controlling blood was his [principle] and he was always invincible. Who would have thought that
How could he fail here?
Compared with the man in armor in front of him, the girl with the paintbrush in her hand is equally dangerous. The threat she brings to him is no less than the man in armor.
The blond young man couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. He was the ancestor of the Dead Apostles. Although he did not have a long history like other ancestors of the Dead Apostles, he was not something that cats and dogs could compete with. Who would have thought of this remote place?
Two of them popped out of the place.
At this time, he keenly noticed Hasegawa Kaede and others who were being protected, and his intuition told him that these two weak humans should be the key.
"Then you all go to hell——!"
He gave up on defense and turned all his strength into the next attack, not caring even if Balumonga penetrated his body.
Feeling the increasingly violent magic power in that body, Arong released his Noble Phantasm without hesitation and pulled the blond young man in.
The next moment, the blond young man's body exploded, like a bloody sun rising. If he were allowed to use this move outside, at least several blocks would be razed to the ground.
Siegfried frowned slightly. The end of the battle was a bit too strange. It was hard not to think of some backup method. However, he did not notice the aura of the blond man. It seemed that he had completely self-destructed.
At this time, in a certain bungalow.
The blood pool surging underground re-condensed the body of the blond young man. This is the [Principle] he holds. The destruction of a body is nothing at all. He can only be killed by destroying all the blood pools he prepared.
die.
Although he has just become the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, he has already left hundreds of blood pools all over the world. Even if the monsters in the Burial Agency want to conquer him, it is impossible. Given time, he will definitely become the most powerful person in the world.
The powerful ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
"Master, I have your letter."
With dull eyes, a beautiful girl wearing a modified maid outfit came over and respectfully handed over a letter.
This bungalow was originally her home, but it was taken over by a blond young man, who also trained the original owner into a slave. Unfortunately, her spirit collapsed, leaving her body at the mercy of others.
"Oh~~"
He was a little casual at first, but when he saw the logo on the paint, he couldn't help but become serious.
"You actually let me escape? Are you kidding me?! What about the burial mechanism?!"
When he finished reading the letter, he subconsciously felt fear in his heart. The burial mechanism was the nightmare of all Dead Apostles, but soon he became angry and angry because of his cowardice.
Now he is the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, and he also has unparalleled life-saving means. At least he can ensure that he escapes unscathed. If he can kill another member of the Burial Agency, no one will dare to look down on him. In the organization, he
The ranking can also rise further.
He was thinking that he would not lose anything no matter what, so he did not follow the advice in the letter and leave, but chose to stay and face the person who buried the agency.