The Endless Shuttle

Chapter 93: The Return of the Yellow Clothes, Rider’s Exit

Ding!

The Sword of Cyprus and the Sword of Promised Victory confronted each other, because their muscle strength was now on par, and because Rider was injured by his mount and Saber, the blond girl was suppressed for a while.

Feeling the thunder and lightning constantly coming from the sword, and paralyzing the body along with the blood on her wound, Saber, who realized that she couldn't force it, bent down, and kicked the King of Conquerors away with her little feet wearing combat boots by virtue of her petite stature. .

"Huh... I was still wondering when you were going to go out in person, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, King of Conquerors."

Provocative words came out of Saber's mouth, mocking Rider.

Don't think that Artoria is serious because she is a noble knight king. She also holds vengeance on the battlefield, and Rider has not forgotten the thing that Rider mocked her for betraying just now.

"If you don't take countermeasures, the king's army will be wiped out by you."

Iskandar is carrying a sword, his hair is standing upright and flowing with electric snakes, the muscles on his body are more terrifying than before, each piece is raised like a rock, similar to a transformed Saiyan.

"You haven't used your treasure until now. I'm afraid you are just using this kind of battle to prove that my kingly way is vulnerable? How can I make your wish come true!"

The body turned into an afterimage, and the speed of Rider Iskandar at this moment can even be compared to that of Diarmuid.

"snort."

Saber snorted coldly, the wounds on her body had completely healed, and she planned to face Rider's attack head-on.

——But the soldiers in the king's army will not just watch.

In an instant, under the action of intuition, Saber pressed the sword against Iskandar with her right hand, while her left hand firmly held a long spear pierced from an inconceivable angle under the armor wrap.

"Oh, oh, what a foul, little girl, can this be enough?"

A cynical voice came from behind, presumably it was the owner of the gun.

Saber glanced slightly, and saw the appearance of the person behind him, with blond hair, a vest full of modern flavor, and a face like a punk—it was undoubtedly Ptolemy, the general of the Macedonian Kingdom.

"Ptolemy, although it's on the battlefield, it's inappropriate to treat the King of Knights like this."

Iskandar smiled like a lion, although he was speaking critically, the sword in his hand never let go, using the blessing of his own Noble Phantasm of Liberation to oppress Saber.

"I'm sorry my king, just because it's on the battlefield..."

Ptolemy held the spear tightly in both hands and arched his body slightly.

"...That's why everything is possible!"

With his high martial arts skills, he thought that he could not be the opponent in the competition, so he simply used the angle of mechanics to pry Saber's very light body, and suddenly lifted her into the air.

"Now! Craterus! Porus!"

"oh!"

"learn."

Two completely different voices came, Saber coordinated her body with all her strength, and saw clearly what was happening below her.

The golden-armored Craterus held a spear that was more than twice the length of an ordinary spear and wanted to stab himself, while another old man with a gray beard and obvious Indian features also threw several throwing knives that shone with cold light.

Deputy General - Craterus. King of India - Porus.

The three members who attacked themselves are all famous figures in history. Saber finally realized that her battle had reached a fever pitch.

Not only the miscellaneous fish, but also the opponent's elite soldiers began to attack.

Using the toughness of her waist, she made a difficult move in mid-air, and at the same time, she kept waving the sword of victory with her right hand to knock down those dense flying knives.

Will it be that simple?

Won't.

"Hahaha, King of Knights, don't forget me, Iskandar."

Laughing wildly, the enemy general appeared above Saber and swung his sword down at her.

It was too late to draw the sword to defend, the blond girl had already thought of a countermeasure in an instant.

——Hold the left hand with the gauntlet on the path of the Conqueror King's slash...

I have Avalon, even if my arm is broken, it can be repaired... Saber made a plan to abandon the car to save his handsomeness.

boom!

The huge force smashed Saber down from the sky like a meteor, and landed in the yellow sand all over the ground, splashing dust that covered the sky and the sun.

"King, have you killed it?" Craterus came to the side of King Conqueror, staring at the big pit covered by dust.

"In such a situation, no one should be able to survive." With a foreign accent, the Indian King Porus said.

"No, on the contrary, we are in big trouble, a monster has made a move... That guy still couldn't hold back in the end."

Iskandar was not at all happy, he knew that before his sword touched Saber's body, a strange tentacle completely blocked his slash.

Although it had already been expected that Lopez would not be able to sit back and watch Saber be wiped out, it was beyond Iskandar's imagination to make a move without even using the Noble Phantasm of the King of Knights.

It seems that this Lancer's Master cherishes Saber very much... Iskandar thought with a headache.

About ten seconds or so, a strange gust of wind blew up on the battlefield. It was not an ordinary desert wind and sand, but an even weirder, evil and ominous wind.

Feeling the wind, Iskandar's cold sweat flowed down violently.

He waved his hand and announced loudly to the soldiers behind him.

"Everyone! Back off! Weber Velvet! Close your eyes, no matter what happens, don't open them!"

After the king gave the order, he rode on his favorite horse and led the army to retreat to the rear, wanting to make a distance and reorganize the army for a grand charge.

It might be the last time, too.

"Twice... the gods that kid believes in really take good care of him."

The distance was already more than a kilometer, and Iskandar smiled wryly as he watched the smoke blown away, revealing the figure of an alien god.

——The king in yellow.

"Saber, are you okay?"

The weird voice was full of tenderness, and Luo Pei stretched out a tentacle to support the blond girl who was kneeling on the ground.

The latter slightly rejected Luo Pei's form, and slightly avoided it.