Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Master, aren't you going to attack? Now the masters of the two servants are going to fight on their own, using the ability of the Master to shuttle in the shadows, let Xiaoyu come to them, and you can eliminate them all in one click. Oh, now, victory in the Holy Grail War is just around the corner."

Tamamo's front ears drooped, looking at Roland sitting on top of the bridge.

This famous landscape of Shidongmu City, Weiyuan River Bridge, has a high arch of dozens of meters. Because it is close to the coastal port, there is a strong sea breeze blowing even in winter. If the movement is a little bigger, it will fall down. There is no place to die.

But for Tamamo and Roland, this is no problem at all.

"Victory doesn't matter. For me, it's just a doomed result."

Roland looked at the distant battlefield, Shi Shiran opened the red wine bottle, took a sip, and threw it down helplessly.

He really couldn't accept the interest of drinking red wine in the strong wind, but looking up at a high place does have a different taste.

"So, the key is whether the process is interesting. Different people implement their own will, collide together, and form a farce-like coincidence, which is the most interesting."

"Well," Yuzao Qian hugged Roland from behind, resting her chin on Roland's head, "it doesn't matter, anyway, Xiaoyu is not interested in things like the Holy Grail that sound like you don't want to have anything to do with it, as long as you're happy good."

"It's just that you're a contestant anyway. Wouldn't it be weird to do nothing?"

The thin clothes in front of Tamamo didn't lower the temperature on her body. Roland, who was hugged, only felt like there was an extra fire around him.

"Really, you're right," Roland pondered for a while, "Although the situation is completely in my favor, considering that my current position is more like a villain, let's ensure the safety of the Holy Grail."

"Then, Xiaoyu, I just have something I want to give you."

Roland raised his head and looked at the battlefield, "When they decide the winner, you should leave."

On the other side, in the short confrontation, the balance of victory and defeat has been completely tilted.

As a young Alexander, as a heroic spirit, it can only be said to be good, but it is far from being first-class. Even if there is a Noble Phantasm such as God's blessing, it can barely make up for the disadvantage of melee combat. When encountering a real powerhouse, this kind of blessing As illusory as a bubble.

Unfortunately, Mordred is such a strong man.

Her muscle strength is not top-notch, but she is definitely not bad. She also has the characteristic of being able to explode double the strength in an instant. More importantly, she has the ability to release magic power.

The strong magic power turned into crimson lightning, completely suppressing the thunder of Alexander Zeus, Mordred just swung the great sword in his hand with a simple movement, and the sudden burst of magic power was enough to destroy everything.

"Boom!"

With a momentum like a bomb exploded, the surging tide of magic power was wrapped in a storm and radiated towards the surroundings. The walls of the workshop after the blessing and the remaining enchantments were all depicted with miserable cracks, and finally they were smashed. Ruthless destruction.

Alexander, who was the first to bear the brunt, was naturally not spared.

In order to give Weber more time to escape, he could only endure the blow abruptly, but as a result, he was naturally blown away with blood.

Reluctantly kept the spiritual core from being penetrated, Alexander's cheerful face finally had a wry smile on his face.

Having met such a strong opponent twice in a row, his confidence was greatly damaged. Could it be that in this Holy Grail War, is he the weakest one?

Under this kind of pity, Alexander's beauty became even more prominent. If there were ordinary women beside him, they would have rushed over and blocked Alexander in front of him.

But Mordred just spat disdainfully and said, "Boring charm, don't you feel ashamed to do this to the enemy on the battlefield?"

Alexander's inherent skills, the beautiful young girl, make him possess the ability to charm, just like Dirumdo's Tear of Love Mole in the original book, but this kind of charm is no problem to tempt ordinary people, it is enough for magicians and heroic spirits, they themselves It is enough to resist this charm.

The more irritable will see this as a provocation.

"Although you talk about shame or something, this is my innate strength. It would be too much anger to blame."

Alexander estimated that Weber should have fled a certain distance, and he no longer hesitated. The opponent's magician may have been chasing and killing Webber, but as long as there is a distance, he can even fully exert his mobility as a rider.

"You are stronger now, but tactically, we are smarter, so goodbye."

Alexander's mind moved, and in the void, a black horse with a white head, blue eyes, and a head like a bull, rode the thunder and came to Alexander's side.

This is his beloved horse. They have gone through many years together. After death, they have successfully upgraded to his heroic spirit, a Noble Phantasm. Compared with adulthood, the power of a single horse is not worth mentioning, but relatively speaking, riding alone is not worth mentioning. The speed and maneuverability ~www.novelmt.com~ also surpasses other Servants

Ignoring the possibility of revealing his real name, Alexander released the Noble Phantasm.

"Go! Buceraface, start the conquest right here!"

Skillfully mounted on the saddle, the golden thunder turned into the best crowd, swaying a huge sense of oppression, even if the power is insufficient, it is equivalent to the original version, the power of liberation Noble Phantasm is by no means easy to resist.

When this force was used to escape, the speed it exploded was even more unexpected.

"Huh? It's finally having some fun."

But Mordred didn't have any fear, but finally grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and more magic power than before scattered from her body.

"Let me tell you how stupid it is to run away."

Alexander, who was controlling the Noble Phantasm, suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. He subconsciously turned his head and saw such a scene.

A combination of silver and blood red, the bright and brilliant sword blows a ferocious storm, streaking a white streak in the air, forming a scorching line. Between the friction with the atmosphere, the thick smoke and obstacles are all shaken away. , only the whine of the air after surpassing the speed of sound.

Under the release of Mordred's full-strength magic power, the short distance between them was wiped out at once, and the blade caught up at an incredible speed, and the blade pointed directly at Alexander's heart!

This guy! Is it really the legendary saber?

He actually treated his own weapon as a one-time projectile!

Alexander's face showed a stunned expression, but Mordred's crazy tactics also worked wonders. In the face of the great sword roaring at high speed, Alexander had nowhere to hide!

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