My sister is Purple Eight Clouds
30 Death Apostles Attack

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Caster's countless tentacles shot out like seafood that had been swept up by a typhoon from the bottom of the sea. Every single one of them touched his arm, and sticky liquid splattered everywhere.

Kensi gritted his teeth. The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid that he was most proud of didn't have any advantage.

Every time Caster made a hand gesture, those strange tentacles would form from the point of mana condensation like birds in the sky. From afar, they looked like migrating birds. However, these migrating birds weren't just ordinary creatures. They were monsters that devoured flesh and blood.

Dilumudo spun the red spear in his hand and sent countless tentacles flying. The storm that swept up actually prevented the endless wave of monsters summoned by Caster from entering his territory.

This was the Spear Spirit's ability. It could be said that every Heroic Spirit had the same skill. If he was on the battlefield, he could protect the Rulers behind him unharmed even if they were raining arrows.

"For Jeanne!" Caster shouted, and the endless demonic aura behind him spread out. The ordinary humans who were originally in a panic because of the explosion of the building were frightened by this scene. They even wanted to retreat from this area, but under the cover of the demonic aura and gray-black dust, they could not see the truth inside. However, the few tentacle monsters that were sent flying by Dilumudo's red rose strangely appeared in the crowd.

Demonic energy was everywhere. This place was very close to the ancient capital, and there were many legends of ghosts and monsters. Moreover, this city of Winter Wood was built for the Holy Grail War, so there were naturally many strange legends, such as demons that could devour humans.

The humans panicked. They had never seen such a strange thing before. The tentacle monster jumped into the crowd and began to slaughter the humans. They thought of the demons in ancient legends. Even Amiya Qieti, who was still far away from the crowd and had not retreated in time, frowned.

What were these things?

He secretly picked up the black pistol, opened the safety, and aimed at the black tentacle monster that was stuck to the human face. A gunshot pierced through the air, causing the already crazy crowd to go even crazier. Fear spread all over the place.

However, the result was still good. To Emiya Qieti, the tentacle monster died under his bullet. It was a low-level demonic spirit that was a mixture of magic and demonic power. As long as it was not a zombie species that could infect the Death Apostles, it was fine. Compared to the Death Apostles who only knew how to bite people with their scarlet eyes, these creatures were so cute.

Emiya Qietsu spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth and fired a few more shots at the few people walking in the crowd. Those people were not even qualified to be looked at by him. As long as they were attacked by the tentacle monster, there was no possibility of recovery. He changed the magazine and muttered," But what happened inside?"”

The demonic aura was rampant. Eight Cloud Traces watched as the humans ran around. Joan only frowned. Now was not the best time to act. It seemed that a master would be eliminated soon. She also knew that this was just an accident. The two Holy Grail contestants did not have the ability to slaughter ordinary humans.

"It's not good."

The Eight Cloud Tracer said this out of nowhere. The plot should not have such a thing, but now it seemed that the plot had been ruined by him?

However, no matter what happened now, it was not something he could care about. The Eight Cloud Traces naturally had a supervisor personally sent by the Holy Grail. Even he could not do anything to interfere with the Holy Grail War.

Therefore, he could only slowly watch the War of the Holy Grail.

However, Eight Clouds did not think that the Holy Grail War could be passed so safely. He raised his deep eyes. Standing at the highest point of Winterwood, he could see something approaching the edge of Winterwood. Those things mixed with demonic power and magic power were very troublesome even for him. It was not that the other party was very powerful, but he subconsciously felt that those things were very familiar. The other party would make the future of the Holy Grail War uncertain.

"Master, let's go!"

Dilumudo was finding it increasingly difficult. If it wasn't for Sola's magic attacks, Kensi, who didn't know how to command, would be using his useless Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid to kill the tentacle monsters.

"Damn it, what happened tonight?”Kensi gritted his teeth. Was it a mistake for him to specially participate in this Holy Grail War? Each of their actions were so strange that it could be said that it had exceeded the development pattern of the previous Holy Grail Wars.

However, he was not stupid. He immediately pulled his fiancée Sula and slowly moved out of the battlefield.

" Lord, please let me see the red carpet made of blood. Let my beloved Joan of Arc see my love. R'lyeh, let me go crazy. Let me touch the other side.”

Caster flipped open the human skin book, and demonic power burst out from his book. At this moment, everyone present felt as if something had woken up from the past.

In the sewers of Winterwood City, a human who had opened his red eyes let out a roar. The first thought he had when he woke up from ancient times was to replenish his blood.

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