"Bastard, I'm going to kill him."
Saber's teeth clucked like an enraged lion, his eyes flashing with uncontrollable rage, and even the dull hair on his head stood straight.
Alice Phil is far more important in Saber's heart than Emiya Kiritsugu, and the two not only have a good personality, but also have a very tacit understanding when they fight together.
To Saber, Alice Phil is a noble princess, and she is the knight who guards the princess.
Although the relationship between the two is a bit awkward from the perspective of gender, it does not affect the blooming of the holy white flower.
Now that the pure white flowers have been thrown to the ground, and they have been ravaged by an ugly big foot, Saber's anger can be imagined.
As an excellent berserker loyal to the master, Duke took advantage of the situation to put on an angry face, his magic exploded, and his silver hair danced without wind: "Saber, if you want to kill the old man's Aster, you must pass the old man's level first."
"That's what I mean," said Saber, in a low voice, so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore, and with her sword at her side, she dragged it out backwards, leaving an afterimage like an arrow from a string.
Duke held his hands in his hands, one blue and one red, and the joy of frost and fire.
The warrior's two-handed dancing sword, one in his hand, shows the strong arm strength of a mage.
The king of all A is worthy of being called the strongest rank of Saber, all attributes are extremely comprehensive, and the agility parameters are only a little worse than NCER.
When Duke held the sword in both hands, she had already raised the big sword in her hand, carrying a fierce and majestic momentum, and slashed down fiercely.
Duke raised the sorrow of the frost and slammed into it, the blades of the sword collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword aura permeated the two of them, cutting the ground into fine grooves.
The saber offensive under the rage is like a tide, and the magic condensation wind creates a sword that does have a somewhat confusing visual effect.
Duke calculated the length of the sword body while observing the number of Saber's swordsmanship, and the super-fast swing of the sword made the figures of the two gradually blur.
The Sword of Contract Victory belongs to the typical Western-style broadsword, specifically the English broadsword, the two-handed broadsword pursues slashing and thrusting, and is a very pure cold weapon.
The parallel blade, the thick blade, and the hilt large enough to hold in both hands have been useful in both horse and foot combat, and have endured for centuries.
The great sword is powerful, but the disadvantage is that it is slow, although this shortcoming is infinitely reduced on the heroic spirit, but Duke's swordsmanship is to fight fast and fight faster.
When the length of the sword was calculated, and the focus and weakness of the sword were mastered, Saber gradually lost the domineering spirit she had at the beginning, and she was held back by the faster and faster rhythm.
Saber felt the same grievance as NCER at the moment, and halfway through his move, he had to withdraw his block.
After repeating it a few times, I only felt that I was holding a breath in my chest, and I had nowhere to use it, like a marionette, and my every move was manipulated by Duke.
"Let's not start with the difference in speed and strength, the key is that I don't have any room to fight back with his swordsmanship."
Saber became more and more irritable the more he fought, and after a short stalemate, he was beaten back and forth, as if his swordsmanship had been seen through, and he was caught and beaten up, and his advantages could not be brought into play at all.
Saber had lost count of how many times his attacks had been interrupted, and he couldn't even do a decent counterattack with a mechanical sword-swinging defense.
"It's useless, in front of the old man's true eye, your swordsmanship is full of flaws."
Duke unleashed the joy of fire, forcing Saber to raise his sword to block, and then walked away, his body deflecting half a position, and Frost's Grief followed, sweeping towards Saber's side. swish The cold light swept away, and Saber bent back to dodge, letting the frost's sorrow whizz overhead.
A faint chill swept across his scalp, and although the blade had not yet reached his body, the aura of death had already tightened the pores of Saber's body, and he was in a cold sweat.
Duke didn't give Saber a respite, and his figure continued to turn, holding a sword in each hand, using a mage's version of Blade Storm.
The surging sword qi poured down like a raging storm, forcing Saber to the brink of death, and the Wind King enchantment covering the long sword trembled continuously, almost collapsing.
"Sure enough, it was suppressed from the front" Emiya Kiritsugu stretched out his hand to block the wind in front of him, and his lips moved slightly: "Maimi, find the right opportunity to snipe Berserker." ” "Understood, special armor-piercing shells have been loaded."
Of course, Emiya Kiritsugu knew that a sniper rifle was not a threat to the Servant, but on the battlefield, a single moment was enough to change a lot.
Boom Saber only felt that the deadly crisis was coming, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately released the Wind King Hammer out of the range covered by the blade storm.
In a trance, she could even feel the stinging sensation of the blade against her cheek, and the dense blades were reflected in her eyes, which were the scythe blades of death.
After landing on the ground, Saber gasped for breath, and there was still a look of fear on her face, and then she saw that a strand of blonde hair fell to the ground and her hair was cut off.
"Abominable" Seeing the stupid hair as a symbol of honor being cut off, Saber's face turned blue and white, tired of defense, she didn't dare to think about it, the afterimage flashed in her sight, and she hurriedly raised her sword to block, as if she was hit by a high-speed train, and the long sword in her hand almost fell off.
Then a few more sword lights swept by, and although Saber tried his best to dodge, the armor on his body was still scratched, and there were no parts of the armor, and there were a few more slender blood cuts.
Behind him was the edge of the building, and Saber seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with no way back.
At this moment, Duke's approaching figure with his sword suddenly froze, his face showed indignation, and then he looked at Saber with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, my lord has given me another curse, he likes your beauty and wants me to capture you alive." ” When Saber heard this, his face immediately turned pale with anger, and his hand holding the sword trembled: "Shameless man, he actually insulted the reputation of the king" Soon, however, Saber realized a problem: "Berserker, where did your master get so many spells?"
Duke had been prepared for this, and explained helplessly: "The Caster and NCER Master's spells have been snatched by him, and the last thing he lacks now is the spell. ” "Damn the guy, don't let him appear in front of me" Saber gritted his teeth, his eyes full of rage, as if he was going to choose someone to devour.
"Saber, just tie your hands and arrest you, you are not the old man's opponent, and continuing to resist is not just self-inflicted, it will damage the dignity of your knight king."
Duke kindly persuaded him, hurry up and get rid of my master, Lancelot thinks you're going crazy.
"Dream, even if I die, I won't let that bastard succeed," Saber's anger continued to soar.
Duke reluctantly raised the sorrow of the frost: "This damn curse, the old man is also helpless, so he has to offend." ” At this moment, Saber suddenly felt a strange movement from his injured wrist, and the cursed wound slowly healed with his own healing ability.
When the wound heals and no longer affects his actions, he can use the Sword of Oath Victory, but Saber can't bring up any joy, because the curse disappears and NCER is dead.
Thinking of the brave figure with two spears in hand, Saber felt sorry for the other party, such a brave and good general, but before he died, he suffered great humiliation, which is simply the greatest insult to chivalry.
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"What, you've figured it out" Seeing Saber's sudden change in breath, and inexplicably a sense of sadness, Duke subconsciously asked.
What's the situation, is the Dumb Hair King so undisciplined?
Could it be that this world is actually the gaga version of the Holy Grail War boom Whistling bullets struck and shot through Duke's temple into the ground, piercing a small crater that smoked.
Duke's body shook slightly, gradually fading and disappearing, and what was hit was an afterimage.
The real body appeared on the edge of the crater, and Duke looked in the direction where the bullet came, and his sharp eyes caught the beautiful shadow of the building not far away, and the lover Kuyu Maiya, the assistant tool of Emiya Kiritsugu.
"Is it a serious grail or a grail that needs to replenish demons, why don't you try it" Duke's face changed, but after all, he was still a Duke who was full of discipline, and lacked practical hands-on ability.
The golden light bloomed in its back, and the cranky Duke was pulled back to reality, and when he turned around, he saw Saber raising the golden sword in both hands.
The golden light gathered from all directions, condensed into a dazzling beam of light, which was the victory that all the soldiers who had died on the battlefield throughout the past and the present and even the future, and pursued the dream of glory and prayed for glory all their lives.
Under this clear light, the face of the Dull Hair King was extremely solemn, and the combination of the holy sword and the girl was even more sacred, and the next second she sang the glory of the sword body in a voice full of pride.
“excaiber” The unlocked victory blooms, and only the golden light is left between the heavens and the earth, because the speed is too fast, giving people the feeling that the torrent of light is rushing. ", Xiaolan, you pit me" It was too fast, and Duke only had time to complain before he was overwhelmed by the roaring golden light: