In the evening, in the bay dock area, the workers had already left.
Rows of modular warehouses extend adjacent to the west side of the seaside park, forming a warehouse street.
Suddenly, a shower of white light appeared.
Renn used the same impressive appearance as Jin Shining, standing on a street lamp.
Unfortunately, there was no audience. He looked around and found nothing unusual.
At this time, Saber and Irisviel had not yet arrived in Fuyuki City, so he naturally did not meet the spearman with two brushes here.
Ren took a step back, stepped into the air and crouched down. It was not difficult for him to float briefly.
He kept carving on the top of the street lamp with his fingers, and each rune glowed with blue light and quickly disappeared.
Knowing how the story will develop in the future is a huge advantage in itself, but from a strategic and tactical perspective, this is actually cheating!
To be on the safe side, Ren carved a special rune spell on the top of the surrounding street lamps.
"King of Heroes, you're welcome. I hope you like the little gift I prepared." After finishing the work, Ren showed a smile.
His runic abilities seem to have been converted by the system into the runes of this world, but they are still essentially the Burrag runes of another world.
The Second Flash sealed his own Noble Phantasm "Omniscient and Almighty Star", so the possibility of detecting abnormalities is very small.
Naturally, a rune alone cannot defeat the King of Heroes. In fact, the spell deployed by Ren is not lethal either.
He is just adding a little more weight to victory in the final decisive battle. As long as he can win, he doesn't care how despicable the means are.
No matter how fancy other people are, he will not have any contempt for Shining in terms of tactics. Not to mention dealing with a strong enemy like the King of Heroes, even against a weakling like Hassan, he will do his best to die.
Fuck him inside!
Without stopping, model worker Ren continued his action and soon arrived at the Hyatt Regency Hotel. Since the Shinto Center Building has not yet been completed, it is currently the tallest building in Fuyuki City.
Such a high-profile place is naturally populated by people who live a decent life.
As for who has a better life, of course it is Sir Kenneth El-Melloi with the green light on his head.
Director Ken may seem like a passer-by at first glance, but in fact, as one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, he is the master with the strongest overall strength in this Holy Grail War.
If we go head-on, only Tokiomi can fight him, but it's a pity...
After placing a familiar, Ren stared at this gorgeous building with some admiration, not admiring the building itself, but admiring Father Kiritsugu's directional blasting technology.
It's nothing to blow up such a building, but to make the outer walls collapse inwards without any fragments exploding to the outside, this is definitely a master's degree of craftsmanship.
Ren even felt that Emiya Kiritsugu could make a fortune even if he didn't become a "magician killer" or a mercenary.
With his superb blasting skills alone, he can secure the top spot in any demolition team, and no one can shake his position as captain.
After all, why should I be born bright? The director and Emiya Kiritsugu are both talented people.
With this sigh, at night, after a trip to the airport, Ren returned to Matou House. The black ladybug that had sneaked in before quietly flew back to his hand.
The black ladybug has the function of recording images, and Ren's face gradually became gloomy as he looked at the images it had captured before.
As long as a normal person sees a bunch of disgusting bugs torturing a little girl with a numb expression, he will not feel much better.
Ren clenched his fists subconsciously, thinking of the side mission 2 that needed to be completed and the killing game that was being arranged, and he resisted the urge to project the "pseudo-spiral sword" to nuclear attack Kiritaka Hirama.
"Old insect, be lucky that you can live a few more days."
Suppressing the boiling murderous intention in his heart, Ren put away the black ladybug in his hand and returned to the hotel dusty.
Inside the house, Ryunosuke is watching a movie.
Of course, what I watched was not the island country's characteristic Nippondo and Tokyo Cold, but American Hollywood horror films.
"Ryunosuke, what movie are you watching?" Ren asked curiously.
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3." Sunshine Boy replied weakly.
Ren shrugged: "Is it scary?"
Ryuzosuke sighed, unable to hide the look of disappointment on his face:
"It was in vain that I had some expectations before, but the results turned out to be so bad. The blood was like ketchup, and the wounds were obviously made up...
There has been no progress for so many years, and just a few sets have come and gone. Are all the talents in Hollywood dead?"
"Who knows, maybe Americans have gone to the San Fernando Valley to shoot movies." Lane replied with a smile.
(1: "Hollywood" in the American porn industry.)
Haha~
Ryuzosuke laughed heartily and teased: "That's right, if you disappoint me every time, those people will not make any progress."
If those who made horror movies weren't so bad and couldn't make him feel the horror of real death, he wouldn't have chosen to kill someone himself.
Looking at the perverted murderer with a saw on TV, Renn sneered:
"Don't expect anything from them. Superficial Americans, popular anti-intellectualism, and Star Wars can all be considered culture."
After saying that, he opened a bottle of Coca-Cola on the table and took a sip.
Ryuzosuke nodded and expressed his approval:
"In American horror movies, there are always a few young people seeking death who go to remote places to play, and then a tall, ferocious-looking murderer appears who cannot be brought down..."
He complained endlessly and made many classic horror movies worthless. Of course, with the number of people he killed, he also has the qualifications.
"Many Americans believe that the more blood plasma is spilled, the scarier it becomes, but here, everyone just finds it disgusting." Lane said dismissively while drinking Coke.
Ours?
Ryuunosuke Uryu misunderstood. He was convinced that Ren was a demon from hell, and even guessed that the identity of Mr. "Devil" was Mephistopheles in "Faust".
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"Of course, there are more and more people who don't believe in God in their hearts. It's too easy to seduce human souls into corruption. We have to find some other fun, right?"
Ryunosuke Ubui immediately became interested and asked: "Mr. Ackerman, what horror movies do you like?"
"In 1920, the German film "The Cabin of Dr. Caligari"; in 1922, the vampire-themed "Nosferatu"... In 1964, Kobayashi Masaki's "Ghost Story" and so on.
Real horror should be a kind of art. It is not just a simple sensory stimulation, it should have aesthetic significance..."
Like a master of horror aesthetics, Renn couldn't help but spread his arms and said in an aria.
Ryuzosuke looked confused: "These... are too old."
He has never seen any of these films. Even though Kobayashi Masaki is from the island country, he has not seen his film "Keidan".
Ren shook his head and took the initiative to introduce:
"I suggest you go watch ghost and zombie movies in Xiangjiang."
"Zombies?"
"Yes, pay attention to a man named Lin Zhengying. His zombie movies have even been praised by our boss."
Is it so powerful? Ryuzosuke subconsciously widened his eyes. Even Satan, the King of Demons, praised him?
Master Renn grinned, patted his shoulder, and took out a telescope crystal ball from the drawer.
"Ryunosuke, what we just said is too far away, and the movie is just a movie after all. Let's enjoy a real and gorgeous death drama that is about to be staged."
He put the crystal ball on the table, and soon, the picture of Tohsaka House appeared on it.
