"The game ends here! Lancer!”
Saber and Alisfeldt looked up. He wanted to find the owner of this voice.
"Lancer's…Master?”Alice looked around, but she didn't see anyone. Because the voice came so suddenly, they didn't even have time to determine if it was a man or a woman or where it came from. Was it an illusion? In short, it seemed like the other party didn't want Saber and Alisfel to see him.
"Don't waste any more time. Saber is very difficult to deal with, so I'll allow you to use your relic to end the battle quickly.”
Saber couldn't help but be affected by his words. Treasured Artifact-Finally, Lancer's master urged him to use his strongest skill.
"Understood. My master." Lancer suddenly changed his tone to one of respect and changed his posture. He casually threw the short spear in his left hand at his feet.
"Then…that long gun is Lancer's…?”In front of Saber's eyes, the long spear in Lancer's right hand was slowly released. It was a dark red gun. The blade of the spear was wrapped in a different kind of magic power, like an ominous mirage.
"That's it. Go up and kill her." Lancer held a gun with both hands. It let out a series of low roars.
"Lowly methods. It seems that the so-called chivalry is nothing more than this.”On top of the tall container, Navenmore smiled mysteriously when he saw this.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Sakura asked.
"Maybe Saber and her Master would easily believe Lancer's words. However, would a real warrior casually throw away his weapon on the battlefield? If the weapon itself was meaningless to him, why would he bring it to the battlefield?”Navenmore explained.
Ying Ke tilted her head cutely. She couldn't understand these complicated things.
"You miscalculated." Lancer's smug voice sounded from below.
Lancer kicked up the sand under his feet. However, it wasn't sand that flew into the air. Instead, it was the handgun that Lancer had thrown away. The blade was pointed at Saber. The charm on the short spear had also been removed. A golden spear appeared under the talisman.
The golden and yellow spears created a whirlwind, and the two figures crossed each other. The bright red blood flowers that danced in the air bloomed, and then disappeared in an instant.
He was really careless…Looking at his bloody wrist, Saber frowned and took a few steps back.
"…Alice, please heal my wounds!”
"I've treated him! Compared to the injured Saber, Alisfall, who came to save him, looked even more miserable.
"There's no need to waste your effort. You were stabbed by my precious artifact, the Yellow Rose that will definitely be destroyed. That wound is absolutely unable to be healed.”Looking at the sorry state of the master and servant opposite him, Lancer's lips curled into a smug smile.
"I see... It's a gun with a spell attached to it, and once you're stabbed by it, the wound will never heal. I should have noticed this earlier…"
The red spear that cut off magic power. The cursed yellow spear. Coupled with the mole under his left eye that could seduce young girls, it was easy to conclude when these factors were put together. In terms of legends, the name of the hero that was spread by the legends of the Celts was even related to the legend of King Arthur. It was unbelievable that Saber himself did not think of this.
"The Fiona Knights, the number one warrior…the imposing Dilmdo. I never thought the Grail would award you the honor of the contest.”
"This is the wonder of the Holy Grail War.……However, I was the one who was praised by everyone. Those who had been invited to participate in the Throne of Heroes through time and space would not have misjudged your golden sword.”
The Servant who participated in the fourth Holy Grail War, Lancer…the heroic spirit of the Celts, Dilmdo Odina.
Dilmudo Ordina? He seemed to have heard of it somewhere before. Navenmore thought for a moment, then bowed down to his sea of memories.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it. It won't affect me anyway. Nevenmore did not want to suddenly fall ill. The reason why he would often go insane was because he had absorbed too many souls.
The countless souls in his body were the source of his power, but it was no doubt a fool's dream to turn all the souls into his own. The terrifying amount of memories from his previous life was so huge that even a True God could destroy them.
The cold, clear, and tense air was suddenly pierced by a thunderous sound.
"Hmm?" Navenmoor was stunned. He then looked up into the sky and saw a flying object streaking across the sky in a straight line, heading straight for them. It even scattered purple sparks in the night sky. The sound was definitely coming from it.
Alisfall was dumbfounded and opened her mouth in surprise.
"…Chariot…"
"Both sides, put away your weapons. In front of this king!" The aggressive shouts were like thunder. The burly man stood in the chariot and looked around before introducing himself aggressively.
"My name is Iskandar the Conqueror. He participated in the Holy Grail War and obtained the rank of Rider.”
"What are you thinking, idiot!!”A somewhat hysterical voice sounded from beside the burly man. Wilbur tugged at the Conqueror King's coat, looking as if he was about to go crazy.
What was going on? Looking at the master and servant playing together, everyone present could not help but sweat.
"Nosy. A battle where you report your name openly is what a hero should do.”Rider knocked his Master back with a flick of his finger and said as if it was a matter of course.
"Saber and Lancer, such a fair and square battle. Your courage has moved me. How about it? Join me and give me the Holy Grail. I will share the joy of conquering the world with you!”Rider said as if the two heroic spirits in front of him had submitted to him.
Was this guy an idiot?
On the other side of the dock, Emiya Qitsuki, who was observing the battlefield with a sniper rifle, thought helplessly.
"Qiesi, something's wrong. Look at the crane over there! And below the crane!" Wu Mi's voice rang out.
" This is…Assassin. How is this possible? Shouldn't he have been eliminated by now?" Amiya Qitsuki was shocked when he saw the figure wearing a white skull mask on the crane.
"Is that…Lancer's Master? No, the direction of the voice was not right. Or was it Assassin's Master?”He then looked at the black figure on the container and frowned deeply.
The situation seemed to have gotten out of his control…Alistair…
"Damn it…"
Weigong Qiesi gritted his teeth but could only wait and see.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]