The Endless Shuttle

The legend of the demigod who participated in the Trojan War without dying by soaking in the water of the Styx was spread, even in England at the time of Artoria, he had heard of it a little bit, and he was not a high-ranking servant who could take it for granted. For such a guy, it is only reasonable to ask her to deal with the enemy. Wouldn't it be self-defeating for the Master with a human body?

"Could it be possible, Luo Pei, you want to summon the power of the evil god again...?"

"Hey, over there."

Artoria's words were interrupted by Achilles, the green-haired man had a serious expression, and seemed to contain some underestimated anger.

"You want to come and face me in person?" Achilles raised his eyebrows.

"Master of Saber, although you put me in a rather disadvantageous situation by calling my name, the tyrant of Rome... Humph, but I advise you to take back your arrogant words and let Saber fight The head of a weak person will not add any glory to me, it will only bring me annoyance and shame!"

"...the weak?"

Hearing the rare description, Rope held a hand in front of Saber.

"Ha, I've changed my mind a bit. Artoria, I'm afraid you don't have any options for tonight's battle. It doesn't feel good to be despised."

"so……"

Achilles got a little impatient.

Even in the Trojan War, he would not rely on his own strength to massacre soldiers indiscriminately, but looked for fellow generals with him, fought, and then won, until he was shot in the heel by Paris's back arrow and died.

As a warrior, he rejects from the bottom of his heart to fight with Rope—a battle between a Servant and a Master, even if he wins, it would be dishonorable.

"never mind."

Achilles gave up verbal dissuasion.

With a kick of his left foot, he pulled out the short spear stuck in the ground, held it in his hand, and his whole body began to emit a magical radiance like an emerald.

"I don't care if your brain is abnormal. Hey, Saber, look after your Master."

Achilles lowered his body, raised the corners of his mouth, and the hearty taste of fighting excited him.

"If you are affected by my attack and cause you to lose your Master and leave early, it will not be so good."

Saber's expression tightened, and she held the invisible holy sword in both hands and made a posture.

No matter how abnormal Rope was, she was the master in this war and had to protect him.

The girl glanced at the black-haired young man next to her, and found that her master was not in a panic, nor did she have the weird and disgusting evil spirit in the last war.

"You are fighting with me, don't be distracted!"

Such a momentary opportunity was accurately captured by Achilles.

- Boom!

Loud enough to tear eardrums, that is the sound of objects tearing through the air barrier.

Under the surge of magic power, the ground was lifted up by the speed of Achilles, but before the stone fell to the ground, the green-haired Servant came to Saber, swung the short spear in his hand, and stabbed at the girl's vital point. .

A resident Noble Phantasm - the runner of the comet (Dromeus Cometes).

Grade: A+.

It is a manifestation of the legend "the fastest of all heroes of all ages". Through the wide battlefield in one breath, the speed will not be reduced even if there are obstacles, the most extreme speed. And it is directly proportional to the terrifying speed, if this blow hits the body of the enemy under acceleration, even the servants will be fatally injured.

"Instinct" was activated, and Saber subconsciously placed the holy sword across the trajectory of the gun.

In an instant, the entire coastal street was filled with sharp, teeth-stinging metal collisions.

The air burst into radioactivity, like a missile blocked by an invisible wall, the storm made Saber take two steps back.

However, the reason for the girl's retreat was not because of Achilles' strength.

In fact, after raising the holy sword, the extraordinary-looking short spear did not touch her.

All attacks were blocked by a golden samurai sword.

Dazzling, brilliant, full of the glory of the gods.

Power "Oriental God of War" - "Warrior".

The blank sword of words and spirits was held in Luo Pei's hand, holding the sword sideways with one hand to block Achilles' fierce advance. Behind him, the wheel of ten incarnations blooms like a dark sun, faint but not negligible, and the pointer points directly at the pattern of "Bull".

Achilles gradually stopped exerting force, and the spear and sword remained in a stalemate like that.

The surroundings returned to calm.

"You!... How is it possible."

Achilles' eyes widened, and the stunned expression was written on the hero's face.

He knew very well how powerful this blow was. Even a Servant may injure his wrist if his muscle strength is below B.

But what happened to this human, this Master?

With just...one hand?

"What? Have you forgotten how you humiliated me with your words? Achilles."

Luo Pei smiled, and pressed the blade forward, using Qingtian's great strength to push Achilles back.

"Well..." Achilles' knees buckled.

"The hero of Troy, the beloved son of the goddess of the sea. Your opponent tonight can only be me, and it will only be me. The normal fighting scenes of heroic spirits will no longer appear. Now, you need to face a demon king! Prey on gods, ravage heroes, the strongest godslayer who will never humiliate your identity!"

Belonging to Rope, a powerful magic burst out suddenly.

The golden color is as hot as the sun, and it is not in the same dimension as the one that Achilles erupted just now.

The "Bull" launched at full strength, and Rope brandished his blade, smashing Achilles out like a cannonball, accompanied by a round of blooming blood and the muffled sound of the hero.

—Achilles is wounded.

"Determine that I have divinity? Cut, it's boring..."

Luo Pei pursed his lips unhappily, a little dissatisfied with his own characteristics.

"...Rope?"

Like Achilles, Saber was also surprised.

If the previous speed was barely within the acceptable range, then the strength that Luo Pei displayed now has surpassed the girl's cognition.

——The power that does not belong to human beings.