Magical Comprehensive Travel

The duel between Saber and Lancer is still going on.

If it was said that they used small tricks to test each other's strength, then it can be said that the battle between the two has reached a fevered state.

But the so-called small tricks are only the words of Servants. The pavement damaged by the aftermath of these little tricks bears horrific marks. Two warehouses have been collapsed, and the asphalt on the road has been turned over like farmland. Looking at such a battlefield, one can't help but feel that there has just been a major earthquake here.

In this ruined field, Saber and Lancer faced off unharmed, calculating each other's next move. Neither of them showed any signs of fatigue.

"If you don't even report your name, you will start a fight. Your reputation is really worthless."

Lancer brandished a long spear full of killing intent, but asked Saber in a relaxed tone. "Anyway, I admire you very much, and I haven't even sweated yet. It's not easy for a woman."

"Don't be humble, Lancer." Saber waved the sword in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Although I don't know your name, the compliment you gave me for such a superb spear skill is my honor, and I accept it."

Although the two met for the first time, it was certain that part of their hearts were connected.

Both are confident in their abilities, so when they meet real opponents, they will pay their respects. The two are not only lonely warriors, but also heroic spirits who cherish each other.

but……

"Game over! Lancer!"

Saber and Irisviel raised their heads. Want to find the owner of this voice.

"Lancer's...Master?" Irisviel looked around, but found no one. Because the voice came so suddenly, I didn't even have time to judge whether the voice was a man or a woman and where it came from. Could it be a hallucination? In short, the other party doesn't seem to intend to let Saber and Irisviel see him.

"Don't waste any more time, that Saber is very difficult to deal with, so I allow you to use the Noble Phantasm and fight quickly."

Saber couldn't help being moved by his words. Noble Phantasm——Finally, Lancer's master urged him to use the strongest skill.

"Understood. My lord," Lancer replied suddenly, respectfully, as he changed his posture. He threw the short gun in his left hand at his feet.

"So...that long, spear is Lancer's...?" In front of Saber. In Lancer's right hand, the long, spear spell was slowly unraveled. It was a crimson gun. A completely different magic power was wrapped around the blade of the gun, like an ominous mirage.

"That's it. Go up and kill her." Lancer grabbed with both hands. There was a low growl.

"Inferior means, it seems that the so-called chivalry is nothing more than that." Above the high container, Mu Hantian, who saw this scene, smiled sarcastically.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Sakura in her arms asked in an innocent voice.

"Maybe Saber and her Master would easily believe what Lancer said, but, as a warrior, when you go to the battlefield, you will bring useless things, shouldn't you say meaningless things? The answer is no, since there are Meaning, why should it be discarded at will? So the answer is obvious, there is a problem with that short gun."

Sakura tilted her head, for her now, she doesn't understand this at all.

"You made a mistake." Lancer's proud voice sounded below.

Lancer kicked the sand under his feet with his legs, but it was not the sand that flew into the air, but the short gun Lancer threw away just now. The blade was facing the direction Saber was flying from. The spell on the short spear has also been unlocked, and the golden spear body is revealed under the spell.

The golden gun body rolled up in a whirlwind, and two figures crossed each other, and the flying red blood flowers bloomed brightly - and then dissipated in an instant.

Saber, who was charging past, stopped, and the two of them turned around at the same time.

Both of them stood upright and did not lose their will to confront each other. The two heroic spirits are still alive.

It was difficult to make the battle a little bit out of the track of mutual assault, and at this moment Saber analyzed the situation of the battle and made a decisive decision to postpone the duel between the two.

As a result, the short yellow spear, which was poised to stab Saber to death, was not stabbed in Saber's chest but in his left arm. At the same time, Saber's golden sword veered slightly away from Lancer's vital part. The blade stabbed Lancer's left arm. Strangely, the two were injured in the same part. But are the two injured equally?

"You still won't let me beat you so easily. Good. Your unyielding look." Lancer stared at Saber with a bleak smile, as if trying to pretend he didn't mind the elbow wound. And Lancer's wound was really like watching a movie replay. It healed without anyone's touch, and then even the traces disappeared.

Even the Servant's self-healing ability can't have such a quick recovery ability. It must be the Master who is invisible and watching the outcome of the game. Healing magic.

Contrary to Lancer, Saber's dignified beauty couldn't hide her pain and anxiety. The power of Lancer's spear and Saber's sword gripping the hilt in both hands is of course different. At least from the appearance, the scar on Saber's forearm, which was pierced by the short gun, was considered a minor injury compared to Lancer's wound.

Really careless... Looking at his **** wrist, Saber frowned without a trace, and took a few steps back.

"...Irisviel, heal my wounds!"

"I cured it! I cured it, but..." Compared with Saber who was injured, Irisviel, who came to rescue, showed an even more embarrassed look.

"Don't worry about it, you were stabbed by my Noble Phantasm, the inevitable yellow rose, the wound will never be healed." Looking at the embarrassed posture of the master and servant on the opposite side, Lancer's mouth twitched. complacent smile.

"I see... it's a gun with a spell on it, and the wound will never heal once stabbed by it. I should have noticed this sooner..."

A red spear that cuts off magic power. Cursed Yellow Gun. Combined with the tear mole under the left eye that can seduce girls - it's easy to determine when these factors are put together. In terms of legend, the prestige passed down by the Celtic legends of heroes even has some kinship with the legend of King Arthur. And Saber himself didn't think of this, it's really incredible.

"The Knights of Fiona, the First Warrior... The dignified Dimuldo. I didn't expect the Holy Grail to give you the honor of participating."

"That's the magic of the Holy Grail War... But it's me who is praised by everyone. Those who travel through time and space and are invited to participate in the 'Seat of Heroes' will not miss your golden sword."

Servant who participated in the Holy Grail War for the fourth time. Lancer Celtic Heroic Spirit - Dimu Luduo. Odina.

Lancer, who was accidentally seen through his real name, narrowed his eyes with a refreshing feeling.

"It is also my honor to compete with such a famous king of knights."

"Then, we know each other's names, and I challenge you as a knight to decide the outcome of this ordinary battle."

"Aren't you convinced that I stabbed me in the arm though? Saber."

"Don't tell jokes. You're worried about me because of this small injury, it's better to say it's my humiliation." Saber resolutely asserted, while gnashing his teeth in hatred deep in his heart.

Saber assembled her own magic power again and put on silver armor. Although it was just wasting one's mana in front of Lancer's demon-breaking Red Rose, it was still useful in defending against the sure-to-destroy Yellow Rose. Saber restrained the surrounding atmosphere again, and sealed the golden sword in the invisible wind king barrier.

No matter what method is used to heal the wound, the curse of the yellow gun will probably destroy the gun itself, and the curse will not be lifted until the owner of the gun, Dimuldo, is defeated.