However, just as this sharp dagger approached the young priest, a golden light appeared, and a holy sword materialized in the young priest's hand. As a key person being trained in the Church, this priest, of course, had a good understanding of the holy weapons in history. At the very least, what he was projecting in his hand now was undoubtedly the holy sword Durandal.
Looking at the dagger swinging towards him, the holy sword was held upright. A crisp sound of metal colliding echoed throughout the alley. A smile appeared on the young priest's face. When it came to close combat, he was not afraid of anyone, not even a Heroic Spirit.
The holy sword in his hand was immediately dismissed in the next moment. Then, with the movements of Bajiquan, he struck out. A punch landed heavily on the stomach of the Heroic Spirit before him. The immense force even caused a small palm print to appear on the back of the white-haired girl Heroic Spirit.
At the same time, the white-haired girl was immediately sent flying backward. After crashing onto the pile of garbage bags in the alley, she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Could a human really contend with them, the Heroic Spirits?
I can't continue to consume magical energy here!
The white-haired girl Heroic Spirit immediately made a judgment. She could not get a reply of magical energy from others. She could only obtain magical energy by eating the hearts of magi. The magical energy she had obtained now was not much. It could not all be exhausted on this first night.
Several Black Keys appeared in the young priest's hands again. The white-haired girl, in turn, lifted her head, and with a leap, moved rapidly towards the roof of the building, preparing to leave from there. After all, a human's jumping ability was still inferior to that of a Heroic Spirit!
The young priest naturally also discovered this white-haired Heroic Spirit's intention. The weapon in his hand was quickly thrown out, but it only ended up embedded in the wall.
"Goodbye, delicious big brother. Next time, I will definitely take out your heart. Let's end it here for tonight."
The young priest did not relax his guard just because of this one sentence. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and continued to be vigilant of his surroundings. After all, if it was an Assassin, it was still possible for them to make a surprise return and give him a stab when he least expected it.
It was not until he had confirmed that all the magical energy in the surroundings had dissipated that the young priest put away the weapon in his hand, and his entire person slowly relaxed. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After all, he was now in Romania, and had already fought with a Heroic Spirit. It was better to report to his own uncle.
Amakusa Shirou, who was waiting for news from the two Heroic Spirits in the church, picked up his mobile phone. Looking at the phone number and name displayed on the phone, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Regarding this cheap nephew, Amakusa Shirou was actually not that familiar with him. The reason he was relatively familiar with his cheap nephew was actually because his nephew's name was Shirou. Translated this way, the pronunciation of their English names was extremely similar. Especially since they were both "Kotomine." Whether it was calling their surname or their first name, as long as the two of them were present at the same time, it was not easy to address them. Therefore, except for necessary occasions, he would not stay with his cheap nephew.
Plus, he was often running around, preparing for the Holy Grail War, so they didn't have much contact in private. Amakusa Shirou really couldn't guess why this child was calling him.
"Hello, my adorable nephew. What's the matter?"
After hearing the words from the other side, Amakusa Shirou sat up straight. He had not expected that this cheap nephew of his had actually chased a group of heretics all the way to Romania. It was one thing to come to Romania, but he had even fought with a Heroic Spirit not long ago. He knew that his cheap nephew's strength was not bad, but to fight with a Heroic Spirit... was this guy not afraid that the Heroic Spirit was stronger than him?
No matter what, he was his own cheap nephew. If he really died at the hands of a Heroic Spirit, he would also be sad. Of course, that brother of his would probably have no ripples in his heart. After all, Amakusa Shirou, even after just a short period of contact with that brother of his, had already seen that although his brother's faith in the Lord had not wavered in the slightest, his heart was abnormally twisted. He hoped that no one would help that brother of his to awaken. Otherwise, it would be a disaster for this world.
However, for this cheap nephew of his to have come to Romania, and to have already fought with the opponent's Assassin—wasn't this a natural source of external aid?
"Since you have already been targeted by the opponent's Assassin, then how about coming to your uncle's place for shelter? You are already involved in this Holy Grail War. It won't be so easy to get out."
The young priest, who had just walked out of the alley with his phone, suddenly threw the weapon in his hand in one direction. A familiar made of clay, which was flying in the sky, was directly destroyed. The young priest sighed softly. It seemed he had indeed been targeted. "I understand. I'll head to your location now."
In the castle of Yggdmillennia, Darnic received the news from his own magus. He gently picked up the red wine on the table. "Oh? They've finally found our lone Assassin? And she fought with a suspected Red Faction Master? A member of the Church? Since when was the relationship between the Clock Tower and the Church so good? Is it to completely suppress us?"
If it was to completely suppress the rising Yggdmillennia, then the possibility of these two sides cooperating was indeed not small. But so what? The rise of Yggdmillennia had been unstoppable since the moment they obtained the Holy Grail!
"Speaking of which, the Red Faction's Berserker is charging towards us, right? We'll deal with this Berserker tonight first. Tomorrow, we will go and retrieve our Assassin. If this Assassin is disobedient, then it will be necessary to exclude her."
Darnic's eyes flashed with a red light under the reflection of the red wine. His entire expression was extremely cold, completely different from his attitude and expression in front of Vlad III. As the leader of a large family who had schemed against many people, how could Darnic be a person without cunning? Of course, his acting talent was also first-class. Otherwise, how could Vlad III have been at ease with him? Perhaps Vlad III had never expected that he, an upright person, would actually be summoned by such a person.
For Darnic, it didn't matter if one Assassin was eliminated. First, with the Holy Grail on their side, they had the advantage. Secondly, rather than accepting a landmine that might betray them, it was better to directly eliminate this landmine.