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"boom!"

After another fierce collision, Mordred and Diarmuid took advantage of the situation to separate, occupying positions on both sides.

After the previous battle, which was not even a warm-up, the frenzied storm caused by the blades of swords and spear points freely raged on the warehouse street, destroying and trampling everything.

If the two of them hadn't consciously restrained themselves a little, I'm afraid that just a warm-up battle between the two of them could have destroyed the entire street.

"What a pity. You can exert such a powerful force with the job of [Berserker]. If you can come with the job of [Saber], what unparalleled force you will have!"

Diarmuid marveled at Mordred's display of force, and the words of praise spewed out of his mouth, making people feel convinced.

But having said that, his movements did not stop. After relaxing, the two guns rotated a few times, moved his wrists that were a little stiff due to the collision, and then assumed a posture to continue fighting.

The two guns were spread out on both sides of the body like wings, making it difficult to tell which one would attack him at the next moment. This was a fighting posture that Mordred had never seen before.

Regarding Diarmuid's boast, Mordred said that he could just accept the first half of the compliment, but as for the second sentence

Mordred glanced at his Master, feeling helpless.

Although his job description is [Berserker], the strength he can exert in this body is probably a bit stronger than the body in the Hall of Valor, so Mordred is still a little ashamed and a little ashamed of Diarmuid's praise. Little shy.

However, these emotions were fleeting in Mordred's heart. On such a battlefield, these emotions were unnecessary.

After restraining the messy thoughts in his heart, Mordred took action again: "Thank you for the compliment!"

The sound from under the horned helmet reached Diarmuid's ears, followed by the tip of the sword coming straight towards the door facing him.

As warriors who have experienced life and death on the battlefield, whether it is Mordred or Diarmuid, fighting with the enemy is as skillful as using a knife and fork, and it has become an instinctive behavior of the body.

So when Mordred stabbed him with the heavy sword, Diarmuid raised his right hand slightly, and the spear made sound waves in the air, and missed the sword directed towards his face.

The short spear in his left hand was also launched at the same time, like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, piercing the gap in Mordred's armor at an unexpected angle.

In the previous fight, Diarmuid also tried to directly break through Mordred's thick armor, but the effect was not great, so this time he chose to attack the weak points.

Even her opponent knew what Mordred knew, so she held the left hand under the sword hilt and exerted force. At the same time, she used her right hand as a knob to turn the heavy sword in her hand counterclockwise, using inertia to shake off the thorn. A short gun to his own throat.

Seeing this, the spear in Diarmuid's right hand just happened to escape the control of the heavy sword, and the dancing spear blade without hesitation moved in another direction towards Mordred's right hand holding the sword!

As long as you can hurt the opponent's sword-holding hand, the victory of this battle is already determined!

At the moment when the spear blade was moving forward in the direction, Mordred exerted force on his feet and took a few steps forward towards Diarmuid, greatly reducing the attack distance of the spear. This move was self-defeating!

An inch long is strong, an inch short is dangerous!

This is also the flaw of the spear. Because it is too long, it also has certain requirements on the attack range. If it is too close, it will not be able to be used.

In the past, Diarmuid relied on the short spear in his left hand to carry out watertight defense and even counterattack.

But this time, the short spear in his left hand was blocked by Mordred's heavy sword. It would take some time to withdraw it, although this time was extremely short and he couldn't even take a breath.

But the extremely short time required finally created an undefendable gap for Diarmuid's perfectly matched double spears, so Mordred kicked him over without hesitation.

This is one of Great Britain's fighting methods, which she has learned from countless battles in the past.

With A+ strength, Diarmuid's small body was kicked away without even stopping, and even the short spear in his left hand fell aside due to the unexpected impact.

Although this kick knocked Diarmui away, Mordred did not think it could cause much damage to him. After all, he was one of the three cavalrymen, [Lancer]. If Diarmui was knocked down so easily, then Diarmui would Mu Duo is too bad!

Therefore, Mordred did not relax at all. He held the heavy sword with both hands and fixed his gaze on the surroundings, as if he was ready for battle.

Not far behind him, Zhao Chen didn't know when he sat on the upper floor of the container. Under the moonlight, he was staring at the battlefield below, seeming to be marveling at the battle between heroic spirits.

Of course this is impossible!

It can be said that Zhao Chen knows everything about his Mo Zai's attributes and abilities. Not to mention facing a [Lancer], even if he is faced with a [Saber], he may not be able to lose!

Therefore, Zhao Chen actually did not pay much attention to the battle between Mordred and Diarmuid. He mainly used the system's live broadcast function to live broadcast the game in Lu Xiaofeng's world online.

Compared to the fight between heroic spirits, the competition between swordsmen is indeed more interesting!

Especially the Qin Shi Mingyue group with their own special effects, each one is more fancy than the last, either with ice flowers all over the ground (Gao Jianli: That's Yi Shuihan!), or with black and white dragons taking flight (Guiguzi: Is my vertical and horizontal swordsmanship to transform you into a dragon?) .

I have to say, this visual experience is really great!

"coming!"

Zhao Chen, who was watching the live broadcast with great interest, clearly sensed the aura that broke into this battlefield. Two weaker ones were squatting in two secret places. Each one had a sniper rifle, and they were likely to shoot off their heads if they disagreed. Posture.

The other two auras are one big and one small. The big one is taking the lead and is about to arrive here, and the small one is following closely. I think they must be Artoria and Irisviel.

In addition, there are several [Assassins] lurking in several shadow places. If Zhao Chen's perception ability was not indiscriminate, perhaps these auras would have been simply ignored.

These were within the range of Zhao Chen's clear perception, and there were two, um, three more vague auras outside the range, but they came over at an extremely fast speed.

"Emiya Kiritsugu, King Daimao, Madam, Shining Shine, King of Conqueror and Princess, plus [Lancer] who has already arrived, so the Heroic Spirits are all here, and the Master is right too, and not all of them are Emiya. A master like Shirou, who is the protagonist, how can a serious magician fight with heroic spirits?"

Opening his eyes that were closed because he wanted to strengthen his perception, Zhao Chen was a little uninterested. He had a third-grade ten-star martial arts level, as well as various BUG-level permissions as a store owner. If he really wanted to, he could do it tonight. It would end the Holy Grail War.

But in this way, the meaning of participating in the Holy Grail War game was lost, so the thoughts that were about to move in the previous chapter were directly erased by Zhao Chen.

"Speaking of which, during the banquet of the Three Kings, I should add a few more cups. After all, there are quite a few emperors in my store."

While Zhao Chen was thinking about the next thing, Artoria, who had worked so hard for two chapters, finally arrived with Irisviel!

Feeling the two auras coming from the fighting area, Artoria entered the fighting state without hesitation.

The surging fighting spirit showed her high fighting spirit. The magic power bursting out of her body stirred up a whirlwind-like airflow in the air. The airflow wrapped around her body. As the airflow dispersed, the silver armor and gauntlets were wrapped around her body. The body surface appears, replacing the original suit.

Artoria's hands were clasped, as if there was something in them.

On the other side, Mordred, who was waiting for [Lancer] to counterattack, felt the aura coming from not far away.

The instinct of the body exploded instantly, and Mordred turned around without hesitation and looked over. Based on the induction, Artoria, who had completed the transformation, also looked up.

Their eyes met in the air, allowing the two of them to clearly see each other's faces and confirm their thoughts!

"Arthur!"

"Treason!"