"—What?"
For the first time, the Assassin's expression wavered. The attack he had thought would definitely succeed had been firmly blocked.
It had been blocked by the third Hassan at the scene.
The new Hassan—Swift Makul—held a scimitar in each hand. Appearing between the Assassin and Gozul at an unbelievable speed, he completed a beautiful parry.
The Assassin had no choice but to begin retreating.
During his retreat, he saw a scene that could only be described as abnormal.
This was not the Assassin's first time participating in the Holy Grail War.
In his past "work," he had experienced multiple rituals in the Far East.
But only this time did the Assassin feel such profound astonishment that he was rendered speechless.
Dozens of Hassans gradually emerged from the backdrop of the night, each holding a Noble Phantasm sword.
Two hundred years ago, an assassin group had appeared in this country.
Its members possessed neither outstanding physiques nor time-honored swords. They trained their own Martial Arts in order to uphold their convictions.
But the army of assassins before him was the complete opposite of the Shinsengumi.
These Hassans had no swordsmanship to bolster them, yet each held a dazzling Noble Phantasm.
The Assassin did not believe those Noble Phantasms belonged to them. This had already far exceeded the scale of an Assassin's Saint Graph.
Hassans possessing nearly a hundred different skills, each equipped with a Noble Phantasm sword suited to their abilities—
The strongest assassin group in the history of the Holy Grail War, the Assassin class, had been born.
There's no way to fight this. I'm out.
The Assassin did not think twice. He immediately decided to make a run for it.
"Don't even think about escaping!!"
Hundred-Faced Hassan saw through his intentions, shouted, and charged forward, slashing the man