The angry Archer had a murderous look in his eyes, and he put away his superfluous expression, leaving only a cold look on his face.
The shining golden light lit up again, surrounding his body, and more than thirty treasures appeared in the void at once.
All kinds of long and short blades spread out, all exuding terrifying magic fluctuations, and the level was only stronger than just now Even though he knew that Archer was not a local tyrant with bad money, but seeing him take out so many treasures again and again, Weber couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looked at the rider next to him, and found that the other party was thoughtful and seemed to be planning something.
"Rider, what are you thinking" "This king has a plan, I don't know if it will succeed" Archer's restrained and angry face, and his awe-inspiring momentum combined with his cold facial features is a real king.
He looked at Lancelot condescendingly and haughtily, and said in an indifferent tone: "Bastard, let me see how many times your bad habit of itchy hands lasts" "Come on, please the king to your heart's content" As Archer's words fell, the Noble Phantasms that appeared in the void shot towards Lancelot at the same time.
The golden portal projected a Noble Phantasm and then did not disappear, but instead brewed a new Noble Phantasm, and it seemed that as long as Lancelot was alive, Archer would keep shooting.
The howling wind swept away, and the Noble Phantasm cut through the air with a hissing pop Lancelot first swung his long sword to pick up the scimitar that shot first to the front door, his body spun with his footsteps, holding the flying spear with one hand, and with the help of the inertia on the spear, he slid backwards for a distance.
The knight did not die with his bare hands, and the control of the spear immediately belonged to him, wielding the Noble Phantasm with both hands to block the flying Noble Phantasms in turn.
Then a giant double-edged axe struck, and Lancelot dodged sideways, waiting until the giant axe bombarded a large crater in the ground, then picked it up with the tip of his spear, threw it back the way it came, and shot down four or five treasures in the air.
Loud explosions rang out one after another, and Lancelot was agile as he shuttled back and forth in the firelight.
If there is a treasure that cannot be received, he throws the treasure in his hand to fight against it, and then grabs the new treasure that flies and keeps changing it.
Swords, guns, swords, halberds No matter what kind of weapon it is, if it falls into the hands of Lancelot, it can show off its gorgeous martial arts to the fullest.
It's obviously someone else's old cough, it's obviously someone else's treasure, but he doesn't have any points at all, as if he has been controlling it for many years, and he already knows its depth.
The downed Phantasm vanished and returned to the King's Treasure, but the Phantasm that had been touched by Lancelot was treated in a different way.
Archer hated these tainted Noble Phantasmas and no longer deserved them to be used by him, and let them fall around them to the point of redundancy.
Archer and Lancelot, the two of them shot one by one, and in just a few moments, hundreds of treasures were shot down.
Both sides showed super-spec combat effectiveness, on the surface, Archer pressed the Lancelot hammer with ferocious firepower, but in fact, the durability of the A-class made Lancelot tireless.
Of course, it was always Archer who had the upper hand, he was the attacking side, and the ammunition storage was large enough for him to shoot for seven days and seven nights without changing his face.
If there is no external force to intervene, let the two of them go back and forth, it is estimated that it will be over until Tomaka Shichen's magic power is drained Finally, a sudden wind blew, and the spiral hurricane slammed straight into the Archer standing in the tree like a siege hammer.
The attack was sudden, but Archer seemed to be aware of it, or he had already prepared his own defense.
A large thick shield emerged from the golden portal, protecting Archer's body, only to hear a loud bang, the hurricane dissipated, and the round shield was also bounced high and flew into the woods.
It's saber When Saber stepped into the range of the Enzo Mountain, he sensed the surging magic collision, and galloped all the way to see Lancelot, who was being pressed and beaten.
Almost subconsciously, Saber untied the Wind King's enchantment wrapped around the Noble Phantasm, and aimed at Archer to release the Wind King's Hammer.
"Tsk, another rat who calls himself a king" The continued output of the king's treasure was interrupted, and Archer's face was displeased.
Saber's figure flashed continuously, and he appeared beside Lancelot at high speed, casting a concerned gaze: "Lancelot, are you okay" "Arthur" Lancelot's expression stiffened, and the moment he saw Saber, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.
The spell lurking in his body kicked in, raising the Noble Phantasm Sword high and slashing at the hairs on Saber's head.
Qiang Saber's powerful instincts were once again in force, and Lancelot's attack was unexpected, but her body instinctively set up the golden greatsword to block.
It's just that her strength attribute is slightly weaker, and she was directly swept away by a heavy sword, and after landing on the ground, she took a few steps back in a row to stabilize her figure.
"What are you doing, Lancelot," Saber was both shocked and angry.
"Arthur, you shouldn't be here."
Lancelot's face was bruised, and he struggled to spit out these words, his magic power was not enough to resist the spell, and now his mind was full of duels with Saber, and he couldn't say anything if he wanted her to leave quickly.
At this time, Lancelot's face was hideous, and she tried her best to fight against the spell, but in Saber's opinion, it meant something else, and her will suddenly became depressed: "Lancelot, even you waved your sword at me in your heart, am I not a qualified king?"
"No, it's not," Lancelot said, his features twisted together, his long purple hair scattered on the sides of his cheeks, like a demon who hated the world.
Saber was discouraged, and the arm holding the sword hung down weakly: "It's really not me, it's such a failure" "You, I'm not me" Lancelot gasped, unable to speak for a long time, and spat out a word angrily in anger.
"Dry" Saber's eyes lit up, probably misunderstanding something, and suddenly his momentum rose again: "I understand, Lancelot, let's have a duel in the right and bright."
Lancelot, this time even if it's you, I won't hold back half a step, and when I get the Holy Grail, I will have the opportunity to subvert my fate, and I will apologize to you at that time.
Saber said silently in his heart, his hesitant gaze suddenly firmed, burying his sadness deep in his heart, and rushing towards Lancelot with a soft snort.
Lancelot's face was red, and he looked up to the sky and yelled: "Aster, I'll do it" The two wielded swords collided in mid-air, and after the crisp sound of gold and iron, the two of them briefly froze in place.
In the next second, Lancelot roared madly, his red eyes like a wounded beast, full of madness.
His body was more than half a cut taller than the petite Saber, and his strength was even higher by a level, and he pressed Saber with a sword in both arms, pushing hard, and he was hard to hit the other party.
Saber propped his feet on the ground, trying to maintain his balance, and the soles of his feet ploughed two furrows in the ground, which were pushed horizontally for more than ten meters. rumble Lancelot, who had made the charge, stopped suddenly, then kicked out, slamming into the armor in Saber's chest.
The difference in strength was so obvious that Saber was kicked out of the way, breaking a large tree and falling to the ground.
Lancelot: "" Lancelot yelled, sword drawn and charged at Saber.
"It's inexplicably boring" Archer stood on the top of the tree and felt bored, and Lancelot, who had previously been excellent in martial arts, suddenly changed his painting style and became a reckless man with only one strength, which made him lack interest and have no idea of continuing to fight.
Glancing at the stone steps that stretched out of the valley, Archer snorted coldly: "Damn old man, this king is going to kill you" "Archer, are you interested in forming an alliance with this king" Before he could take two steps, Rider suddenly blocked Archer's way with a Kamui wheel, and said his intentions loudly.
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Archer looked at the retarded and said in disbelief: "This king can't have heard it wrong, you puppet actually want to form an alliance with this king."
"King of Babylon, you heard it right, you have countless treasures, I have the strongest army in the world, you and I alliance can create an invincible army, how" Rider shook his arms and said with a big laugh: "Don't worry, what this king is asking for is not the Holy Grail, you can take that kind of thing." ” Rider's life is complete, he has no remorse, and he only wants to enjoy the thrill of conquest when he participates in the Battle of the Holy Grail.
"Ridiculous, what qualifications do you have," Archer snorted contemptuously through his nostrils.
Rider was not angry, and said domineeringly: "Hahaha, there is really no way, I have to let the king of Babylon see the strength of my king's army" The surging magic spread, and the light curtain enveloped Archer, and Rider and Webb disappeared in place.
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