Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Master, don't you want to attack? Now the masters of the two servants are going to fight on their own. Using Master's ability to shuttle in the shadows, let Xiaoyu come to them, and you can eliminate them all with a single click Oh, now, the victory of the Holy Grail War is close at hand."

With drooping ears, Tamamo looked at Roland sitting on the top of the bridge.

The famous landscape of Shifugi City, Mienkawa Bridge, has an arch height of tens of meters. Because it is close to the seaport, there is a strong sea breeze blowing even in winter. If you move a little too much, you will fall. There is no place to die.

But for Tamazamo and Roland, this is not a problem at all.

"Winning is not important, for me it's just destiny."

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

Sure enough, he couldn't accept the interest of drinking red wine in the strong wind, but looking up from a high place did have a different taste.

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

"Well," Tamazamo hugged Roland from behind and rested his chin on Roland's head, "It doesn't matter, anyway, Xiaoyu is not interested in things like the Holy Grail that don't sound like anything to do with it, as long as you are happy good."

"It's just that you are also a contestant anyway, wouldn't it be strange not to do anything?"

The thin clothes in front of Yuzao did not lower the temperature on her body, and Roland, who was hugged, only felt as if there was a fire all over him.

"Is that so, what you said is correct," Roland pondered for a while, "Although the situation is completely against me, but considering that I am more like a villain now, let's ensure the safety of the Holy Grail."

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

Roland looked up 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 completely tilted down.

The young Alexander can only be said to be good as a heroic spirit, but he is far from being first-class. Even with the blessing of the gods, this treasure barely makes up for the disadvantages of melee combat. When encountering a real strong person, this kind of blessing As unreal as a bubble.

Unfortunately, Mordred is such a powerhouse.

Her muscular strength is not top-notch, but it is definitely not bad. She also has the characteristic of being able to burst out double strength in an instant, and more importantly, she has the ability to release magic power.

The thick magic power turned into crimson lightning, completely suppressing the thunder of Alexander Zeus. Mordred just swiped the giant sword in his hand with simple movements, and the burst of magic power was enough to destroy everything.

"boom--!"

Like the explosion of a bomb, the turbulent tide of magic power radiated towards the surroundings, surrounded by the storm. After the workshop was blessed, the walls and the remaining barriers were all depicted with miserable cracks. Finally, it was destroyed. Ruthless destruction.

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

In order to give Weber more time to escape, he had no choice but to bear the blow abruptly, and was naturally blown away bloodied.

Barely keeping the spirit core from being penetrated, Alexander's cheerful face finally could only wear a wry smile.

Having encountered such a strong opponent twice in a row, his confidence has been severely damaged. Could it be that he is the weakest one in this Holy Grail War?

Under this kind of pitiful atmosphere, Alexander's beauty became even more prominent. If there were any ordinary women beside him, they would have rushed over with great maternal instincts and stood in front of Alexander.

But Mordred just spat disdainfully, and said, "Boring charm,

Don't you feel ashamed to treat the enemy like this on the battlefield? "

Alexander's inherent skills, the beautiful boy with a beautiful face, gave him the ability to charm, just like Diarmuid's tear mole of love in the original book, but this kind of charm is no problem for ordinary people, it is enough for magicians and heroic spirits. It is enough to resist this charm.

Those who are more irritable will regard this as a provocation.

"Although you're talking about being ashamed, this is my natural strength. It would be too much to blame me."

After Alexander estimated that Weber should have escaped for a certain distance, he no longer hesitated. The magician on the other side may have been chasing Weber, but as long as there is a distance, he will even fully display his mobility as a rider.

"Now you are stronger, but tactically we are smarter, so goodbye."

Alexander's mind moved, and in the void, a majestic black horse with white spots on its head, blue eyes, and a head like a bull drove Thunder and came to Alexander's side.

This is his beloved horse. They have gone through many years together, and they have successfully upgraded to become his heroic spirit and treasure after death. Compared with adulthood, the power of a single horse is not worth mentioning, but relatively speaking, riding alone speed and maneuverability, but also surpass other followers

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

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

Skillfully boarded the saddle, the golden thunder turned into the best crowd, creating a huge sense of oppression, even if the power is not enough, it is equivalent to the original version, the power to liberate the treasure is by no means so easy to resist.

When this force is used to escape, the speed at which it explodes is beyond the expectations of ordinary people.

"Huh? It's finally a little fun."

But Mordred didn't have any fear, but finally held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and a larger magic power than before spread out from her body.

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

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

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

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

This guy! Is it really the legendary saber?

He actually used his weapon as a one-time throwing object!

A look of astonishment appeared on Alexander's face, but Mordred's crazy tactics also had a miraculous effect. Facing the great sword whizzing at the top speed, Alexander had no room to dodge!

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