Chapter 1551：

And this trick, Shi Lang learned from Vlad III.

Seeing Hercules trapped in a pile of mud, Shirou slowly raised his hand, and then made a fist.

Boom!

Suddenly, sharp needles swelled out of those mud pillars, and "chuck chich" several times, Hercules was like falling into the needle mountain, pierced by countless fine needles.

"Roar--!"

Hercules' eyes flashed with frantic red light, and he ignored the fine needles inserted into his body, and directly pushed the mud towers away with brute force, and walked out of the mud tower dripping with blood.

So crazy, worthy of the name of Berserker!

Hercules stared at Shirou frantically and brutally, flashing a terrifying red light, and his muscles were tangled, exuding an extremely terrifying tyrannical aura.

However, this can't scare Shirou.

No matter how terrible the enemy is, he has also faced it. How could he be frightened by the mere look of Hercules?

His face was very plain, and he even had the next killer move in his mind.

However at this moment

Buzzing! !

The earth buzzed and shook suddenly!

What's the matter?

Shi Lang raised his eyebrows, and immediately wrapped Altria with mud, alerting his surroundings.

He has encountered this sudden situation several times and already has some experience.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho --!!"

Under the dark whirlpool, above the distant Tokyo Tower, there was a terrifying roar.

Hercules turned his head and glanced at Tokyo Tower as if he had heard some order. Then he raised his head and screamed, his feet bent slightly, and then he slammed his body like a black bullet, ejecting out. , Rushing towards the Tokyo Tower extremely fast.

Shilang frowned, "Did it be called by something?"

"It should be Archer. The Servant said before that the Archer holding the black cup is there!" Altria got up and looked at Shirou apologetically, "Sorry, Wang. I'm dragging you down."

"It doesn't matter, Al." Shi Lang shook his head.

At this time, the mudman Servant, who was pressed by Shiro's two giant mud arms, also broke free from the mud giant arms. The feather shoes under his feet fluttered, learning from Hercules to move towards Tokyo. The tower flew away.

"You want to run too?"

Shi Lang raised his eyebrows, his mind moved, and a slender black hand suddenly stretched out from the giant mud arm, and grabbed it towards the mud servant Servant. The speed was so fast that he appeared behind the mud servant almost in the blink of an eye. Grabbed his ankle, then pulled it down sharply.

"Hah!"

This slender clay figure Servant was like an angel who had just escaped and ascended to heaven. The devil grabbed his leg and pulled it off abruptly.

Shiro controlled the two giant mud arms, grabbed the arms of the mud servant, and hung it up, then stretched out his hand, used [evil] to form a mud gun, and threw it towards the struggling mud servant. .

嚓——!

The clay servant Servant was directly pierced by Shirou with a shot, and his violent struggling movements stopped, and his body began to disperse like a golden soul like snowflakes.

After confirming the death of the clay servant Servant, Shirou turned his head, looked at Altria's arm, and asked, "Is there nothing wrong with your hand?"

"Don't worry, this injury is nothing at all." Altria patted her chest, but she just pulled the wound, and her aggressive face was so painful that her eyes twitched.

Shirou walked over, picked up Altria’s palm, gently blown off the dust from the wound, and cleaned up the wound, then he performed simple healing magic on Altria and nagged: "You Ah, what are you trying to force in front of me? Don't I know you? If you are injured, you will be injured. Don't force yourself, or I will worry."

"I, I know, Wang." Altria lowered her head, and Wang still cared about her like this.

At this moment, the clay servant Servant suddenly raised his head and stared at Shirou.

Yeah! ?

Altria became alert for the first time, holding the invisible holy sword in front of Shirou. She was a little worried about this clay figure Servant's dying counterattack.

This is not a lie. Even the corrupted Servant is a hero who shines in the history of mankind, let alone a demi-god hero. Who knows if there is any treasure to fight back?

No matter what, even if she kills her life, she must protect the talents behind her.

"...You are finally back, Fujimaru Shiro..."

What! ?

Shi Lang raised his brows, put his hand on Altria's shoulder, walked out, looked at the Servant, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Why... maybe you don't know him, Shiro Fujimaru? In short, the future is up to you. You must liberate history and human history from that Beast..."

Without finishing talking, the clay servant Servant is like a dead soul that has been restrained for a long time.

"Beast..."

Shi Lang raised his eyebrows. For some reason, at this time, his mind suddenly thought of the sixth seat of the parliament that caused him to reset the reincarnation countless times.

Will the Servant, the Beast, be the sixth seat?

No.

This is not the point.

The point is, have you had any intersection with that Servant?

Have you ever had any intersection with that Servant in the history of being reset in the past?

And

That Servant knows himself, that is to say...

Shirou looked around.

Shinjuku, this Shinjuku, Tokyo, is the same as the previous broken Fuyuki City junction, is it an abandoned historical fragment that has been involved in the world reset?

Damn it!

Shi Lang's hands clenched into fists, and because of the force, his short nails also pierced into his palms, leaving a faint blood stain.

Why am I involved in the world reset?

My past,