Chapter 992

Zabiko: "Is this caught?"

Waver: "Is it a binding or space-type magic? Didn't see her casting process at all."

Aoko Aozaki: "This is the power of High-Speed Incantation!"

"Although I don't know what kind of hero you are, with space fixed, no matter how strong you are, you can't move, right."

Caster said proudly: "Hehe, then we won't meet again."

"*****"

Archer, who was controlled, revealed a mocking expression and began to chant in a low voice.

Rin Tohsaka, who was sleeping soundly at home, began to consume magical power crazily.

"Ha—"

Because she couldn't hear what Archer was saying, Caster continued: "What's wrong Archer, if you want to beg me to spare your life, I'm all ears."

"Stupid! I'm telling you to dodge, Caster!"

Archer sneered, and I saw the Kanshou and Bakuya that were thrown out before suddenly automatically aiming at the enemy, coming to kill Caster.

Caster hurriedly summoned her magic staff to deal with it, and Archer took advantage of this distraction to rely on his body strength to directly shatter the space pressure suppressing his body, successfully escaping.

Subsequently, I saw him beckon, and Kanshou and Bakuya returned to his hands.

Caster: "You guy, had you anticipated it long ago!"

Archer: "Yes, after all, this isn't the first time we've dealt with each other, right."

Caster: "Goo..."

Emiya Shirou, as a Heroic Spirit, had already experienced the Fifth War once in his lifetime, so naturally, he knew the Servants of the Fifth War like the back of his hand.

In terms of intelligence, he could be considered to have the advantage.

Archer looked coldly at Caster in mid-air and rushed toward the other party quickly.

He was going to start a counterattack!

Dodging the incoming magic beam, the Kanshou and Bakuya in his hands had already disappeared, replaced by a long bow and a spiral sword.

Emiya Shirou watched this scene with full concentration, carefully deepening every move of the other party into his mind.

I saw Archer squatting on the ground, staring coldly at Caster, red magical power surging around his body.

"I am the bone of my sword—twisted insanely!"

"*****!"

Caster finally realized something was wrong and hurriedly used High-Speed Incantation to chant divine magic that modern magicians couldn't understand.

Seven-colored magical threads wrapped around her; it seemed to be defensive magic.

But no matter how fast she was, it was clearly already too late.

"Broken Phantasm: Caladbolg!"