Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Today's strategy is a complete failure!"

Webber sat on the ground and cleaned up his losses little by little, "The consumption of spells and magic power is not much, the attire is not damaged, and it does not need to be repaired, and the rider runs away very quickly under the blessing of the Command Spell, let me There is plenty of time to erase the traces."

Speaking of which, Weber sighed helplessly.

"However, from the perspective of the strategic results, the plan to install the Familiar has not been achieved. We still have to wait for the outbreak of the battle to observe the situation. Roland's caster's real name and strength are not clear at all, but our Noble Phantasm and information are also unclear. A lot has been exposed, and a precious Command Spell has been lost so quickly."

"Hey, it's okay," Alexander sat on the chair, his legs swung, and put the "Iliad" he bought from the bookstore today on his knees, flipping through it with interest.

"A good adventure will not start so smoothly. What matters is whether you have the courage and determination to persevere."

"It's really an irrefutable truth," Weber squinted, glanced at Alexander's leisurely look, and became angry.

"Speaking of which, you are obviously the legendary conqueror, but you have no ambition at all. A treasure like the Holy Grail, shouldn't you be excited to conquer it?"

Speaking of the topic, Alexander finally took his eyes off the book and looked at Weber.

"The Holy Grail?"

"I will definitely be like what you said when I am an adult. However, now I am just a young king. Under this posture, I am not so eager."

"In the end, I don't have any wish to entrust to the Holy Grail in this posture. If there is one, it is to go on an adventure with you, Master."

"What kind of strange wish is this?" Webber looked at the empty ceiling, and suddenly realized that it seemed a little more stupid to bet his name to participate in the war just to prove his talent.

"Cough cough," Thinking of this, Weber hurriedly coughed a few times and changed the subject. He relied on the authority of the Master, and regardless of Alexander's objection, he grabbed the book and said in a serious tone, "That's what I said. , but whether there is a desire or not, we have already participated in the Holy Grail War, and we must be a little more passionate."

"If you think about it, most of the participants came for their wishes, and they all made up their minds to take the Holy Grail regardless of good or bad."

"The reason why I ran away so smoothly in the daytime is because of the principle of hiding the mystery and the period of war that is not yet officially started, so other combinations have restrained."

"what……"

Alexander nodded, agreeing with Weber.

The appearance of this good student made Weber's vanity greatly satisfied. In front of Roland, he should usually be the one who made such an expression.

"So, you must be careful," Weber pretended to look out of the house, "Look, although we are in the magic workshop, even if someone rushed into this room and attacked us at this moment, I would not would be surprised."

"Obsession is such a terrifying thing..."

Before Weber's sermon was over, Alexander raised his head sternly, reached out and grabbed it, lifted Weber's collar, and threw Weber to the back like a chick.

"Master, protect yourself, an enemy is coming!"

Before Alexander could finish speaking, the crimson flash was like a rampaging tank, destroying the wall with destructive force. Then, the crimson sword slammed down towards the rider with a might like a thunderbolt!

In Alexander's view, rather than saying that this slash is a sword technique, it is more suitable to use the metaphor of a giant hammer. The oppressive feeling of this wind pressure is like a meteorite falling from the sky, with the tyranny of destroying everything. feel.

The slash of the blade created a violent storm in the air, and even though Alexander strengthened his body with the thunder of Zeus, he was knocked into a heavy pit by this blow.

The billowing smoke and explosions brought Weber back to reality. Having already experienced a battle, he was not stunned, but looked back at the attacker.

There is no doubt that it is one person. Normally, when heroic spirits fight, it is normal for magicians to hide.

In the bright moonlight, a petite silver-white figure held a blood-red sword, showing the whole picture.

She was wrapped in the same ferocious full-body armor that was interlaced with red and silver, and effortlessly swung the **** great sword with one hand.

However, as the Master, Weber could not see any information and parameters, and this abnormality did not interfere with his judgment.

Because this kind of magic power that can easily wield a power as high as him, completely ignoring the magic workshop's self-counterattack, this is the proof of a hero.

"rider! Be careful, this guy is probably saber!"

Seeing that Alexander was still easily suppressed after strengthening with the Noble Phantasm, Alexander, who knew the parameters of his Servant, made a judgment, gave the final advice, and ran away desperately.

It was only the first day he participated in the war, and he was constantly attacked. Even if he knew that this was the rule of the Holy Grail War, the one who showed up first was always easy to focus fire, but Weber still couldn't restrain the mourning in his heart.

"Unfortunate!!!"

"—Huh? Although I know you guys are quite capable of hiding, I didn't expect to run so fast~www.novelmt.com~ The only thing worthy of praise is your vision."

Through the helmet, Mordred looked at the rider in front of him with a dull voice, as if the fleeing Webber didn't deserve her attention at all.

"However, that's what it should be. After all, my opponent is me. However, it's really boring to fight a weak rider like you in the first battle."

Mordred's arrogant tone was full of a sense of self-confidence, as if he was not facing heroes from other eras, but trash fish that could be killed at any time.

But Alexander couldn't refute it. One fight was enough to judge the gap between the two. With such powerful parameters and strength, it was only natural that the other party would be so arrogant.

"The battle with the Servant is left to you, I will deal with the opponent's Master, and let me see your power, Berserker."

"Oh!"

Berserker casually put the big sword on his shoulders, and said grimly to Alexander, who was waiting for him, "I'm here to make a scene after a long absence!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Webber, who was running wildly, failed to notice it, and black optic worms quietly captured his figure.

Matou Kariya, who was hiding in the darkness, put on his hood again and prepared to start hunting.

Originally, before the battle with Tokiomi, he had to determine the strength of the berserker. Since he bumped into Webber, it would be even better. He knew the other party and seemed to have a good relationship with Lord Roland.

In order to prevent this guy from fighting against Lord Roland in the end, let him be the villain and deal with him in advance.

Following the chirping of insects, Matou Kariya gave an order.

"Tonight, let the rider team retire."