Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

"That way, maybe the old man can be a little more serious!"

The flat tone spoke of extreme arrogance. Duke's words angered the three servants present. They were all heroes with world-renowned reputations in their respective eras, and they had never been belittled like this before.

Lancer stepped forward, ahead of the other two, and pointed his gun at Duke: "Berserker, it's useless to talk too much! Let me try your quality. If you're just a liar with big words, don't blame my ruthless subordinates! "

After the words fell, Lancer spun the gun body with both hands, waving it into two whirlwinds, and suddenly exuded an incomparably condensed aura around him. The awe-inspiring aura is mixed with the bloody murderous intent that seems to be there, and the calmness of retracting and releasing is a symbol that only those who have experienced many battles can sharpen.

The momentum was suppressed, and the nightmare horse under Duke was stimulated, raised its hooves and jumped high, and Duke shook the rein to appease its irritability.

"Hehe, that's all it is!" Lancer scorned, seeing that the Nightmare Horse was just a show.

Unmoved, Duke lightly jumped off his horse and walked towards Lancer. Under the moonlight, the white-haired and long-bearded old man was dressed in heavy armor surrounded by black air, with piercing eyes. Although he looked old, he was mentally strong and did not lose the demeanor of a strong man.

Duke is a little unnatural, he is naked in front of the magic gun, and he is a little shy when he thinks about it!

"The old man's war horse was a unicorn symbolizing holiness before he was alive. It was presented by the Elf Queen herself. It has followed me for decades and was once a powerful monster. It's a pity that when the old man fought against the demon lord Sauron, it was To save this old man, the flesh and soul have been corrupted by the curse of darkness, and he has no skills at all, which is why he has become so despondent."

Nightmare: "Xi Lv Lv~~~"

What, what are you talking about?

Lancer's face was solemn: "So, this war horse is also a spirit beast that loyally protects the Lord."

"No, it's the comrade-in-arms entrusted by the old man." While speaking, Duke strode up to Lancer, and a golden-red magic circle lit up on his palm.

The ground trembled slightly, countless metal substances were extracted from the soil, and condensed into a golden battle gun. The gun shaft is thick and long, weighing as much as a thousand jun, and the gun blade is as long and slender as a big sword. The tip of the gun is in the shape of an arrow.

Alchemy · Alchemy Formation!

"Weird mage, judging by your posture, you are actually a good wielder with a spear!" Lancer was delighted when he saw the hunter, but he didn't expect Duke to be as good at weapons as he was.

"I'm not good at it, but I know a thing or two!"

Lancer was sullen, it was too arrogant, but before he had time to say anything, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and the big golden gun roared and pierced towards him.

So fast, is this guy really an old man?

Lancer's heart trembled, and he stepped on small steps, raising the short spear in his left hand to block.

Hearing the crisp sound of gold and iron clanging, Lancer felt a tyrannical force coming from the golden gun. The power was terrifying, and he stepped back continuously to stabilize his figure.

WC, this old man is a monster!

It was just a fight, and Lancer knew that Duke's strength was enough to crush him, and there was no extra time to sigh, because the flashing gun shadow was approaching again. In an instant, Lancer's breath stagnated, and he turned sideways almost like a conditioned reflex, and dodged in a embarrassed posture.

The golden battle gun, which was as fast as the thunder, whizzed past, and the gap between the main artery of his neck was within a millimeter. After Lancer dodged, there was still a chilling feeling in the back of his head.

His speed is no less than mine, and his strength is far superior to mine. Should this old man be so cruel?

After entering the battle, the Gandalf played by Duke seemed to be a different person. He was no longer humble and polite. Every time he swung his spear, he was full of awe-inspiring murderous intent. His eyes full of wisdom were even more scarlet at this moment. .

There was a warning sign in Lancer's heart. Duke's eyes made him feel that he was being stared at by a giant dragon. Under the strong pressure, he broke through his own limit, raised his spear and stabbed at the phantom of the dragon.

Accompanied by the wailing sound of the air being shattered, the two spears collided and erupted with terrifying sound waves. The shock wave quickly rushed in all directions, destroying and trampling on the streets recklessly...

Boom boom boom———

When the storm hit, Saber and Rider waved their weapons, cut off the hurricane in front of them, and retreated with their masters. No one doubted that as the battle between the two escalated, the entire street would inevitably be destroyed.

The bright red tip of the gun, like a dancing elf, under Lancer's control, bursts of flickering red lights bloomed in mid-air, biting Duke's figure firmly. However, the golden battle gun was always one step ahead, every time it blocked Lancer's extremely aggrieved loopholes, before the power was released, he was forced to withdraw it, and he was about to vomit blood.

The super-high agility of the two sides made it impossible to judge the action with the naked eye after the battle broke out. The violent gale continued continuously, and the whole process was like an illusion without substance. Only the short pause when the weapons of both sides collide can make people see the shadows of the two clearly, but that is only fleeting.

From Duke and Lancer's fight to now, it's only a dozen or so breaths, but in such a short time, the two have already fought forcefully for countless times. The ghostly figure flickered and moved, like two phantoms entangled together, and the identities of the two could only be distinguished by the light of the weapon.

Faced with the pressure, Lancer performed exceptionally, all the muscles in his body wailed and screamed. To his despair, the old man on the opposite side became more and more courageous, and his physical strength seemed to be endless.

Desperation, fear?

Yes, Lancer's proud martial arts were suppressed, and he couldn't see any chance of defeating the enemy. Naturally, he was extremely desperate, but his fighting spirit was even higher than before. What an honor it is to be able to confront such a powerful enemy. Even if he dies, he can offer his loyalty to the monarch, which is exactly what he looks forward to!

"My master, please order me to win no matter what, I will fill the battlefield with loyalty and glory!"

Lancer's eyes brightened, and he swung his two guns vigorously. The air in front of him was roughly cut and shredded, creating a substantial turbulent flow of wind blades, cutting the surrounding ground into mottled and interlaced dents.

On the ground, ravines were plowed out, and the containers on both sides were cut into pieces like cream cakes.

"It's useless, under the old man's precious treasure 'Eye of Truth', every attack of yours has nowhere to hide."

Faced with Lancer's flashback counterattack, Duke let out a yell, and responded with a more violent offensive, attacking against attack, crushing back with a stronger offensive.

boom! !

A gun pierced out, pointing directly at Lancer's chest, the speed of the gun tip was like thunder, and the force was like a cannonball ejected from the chamber, and there was a sonic boom in an instant.

In times of crisis, Lancer's inherent skill "Eyes of Mind" comes online in time. In an absolute disadvantage, he calmly grasps the situation of himself and the enemy, and finds a way out that only exists in theory. Even if there is only a 1% possibility, they can be prepared to seize the opportunity and turn the tide of the battle.

It was impossible to turn the tide of the battle. Lancer exhausted all his strength and narrowly escaped the spear that rubbed against him. His stomach was cut by the wind blade attached to the golden spear, and blood flowed profusely.

"Okay, come again!" Duke exclaimed, as expected of Diarmuid with impeccable martial arts.

Lancer didn't reply, just parried and exhausted him, and now he could only smile slightly.

On the side, Saber watched the fierce battle, and couldn't help feeling overwhelmed. Both of them were strong like no one in a thousand miles, so she wished to replace one of them.

Irisviel's face was pale, and she couldn't see Duke and Lancer's ultra-high-speed movements of swinging their weapons clearly, but she could see clearly at a glance like a battlefield torn apart and trampled by giant beasts. She couldn't help kneading her fingers tightly together, deeply worried for Saber.

Lancer with extraordinary martial arts has been suppressed, can Saber defeat the opponent?

Wei Bo's eyes were dull, and he had already fallen into doubts in his life. These servants were actually human before they were alive?

His servant, Rider, had a dignified face. Among the servants present, his martial arts is undoubtedly the worst. King of Conqueror relies more on his commander and military strategy in his battles. .

Rider could see that Lancer was at the end of his strength, and he would be picked by Duke in a short time. Without Lancer to block the gun in front, he could only use the inherent barrier to defeat Duke.

This is not good news. The Holy Grail War has just begun, and there are still servants who have not shown up. It is not time to reveal the cards for the decisive victory!

"My Master, you have to hurry up!"

Weber recovered from his stupefaction, and looked at his escaped servant with a puzzled expression: "Hold on, hold on to what?"

"Drink!"

Rider shook the reins, and the two sturdy flying kicking cows let out a muffled grunt, and moved their thick and huge hooves, pulling the Shenwei wheels to charge.

The magic burst out a terrifying purple thunder, blasting the ground under the feet of the cow's hooves into spiderweb-like cracks, and the chariot moved, and the speed was increased to the extreme amidst the roar.

"Wow ah ah—"

Oh, I almost forgot, the thunder was accompanied by the wailing and screaming of the weak master, as well as soaring tears.

Saber looked at the activated chariot: "What does Rider want to do?"

The gust of wind came suddenly and invaded the center of the battlefield between Duke and Lancer. The two of them stopped attacking and turned their heads to look over.

"Hahaha, those who don't want to die, get out of the way before this king's driver!!" Rider laughed loudly, the wheels thundered and came at such a speed that the ground trembled.

Lancer cursed inwardly at a lunatic, and jumped away from the center of the battlefield, but Duke didn't move a step. Facing the rampaging chariot, he picked up the spear in his hand, and stuck the golden war spear upside down on the ground with a clang.

The golden spear is a forged weapon. It is nothing compared to Lancer's two treasures.

"Berserker, back away before I drive you!" Rider shook the reins, accelerating the charge of the chariot once again.

"ridiculous……"

Duke smiled disdainfully, and his feet stepped on the concrete floor, directly reaching his ankles. After taking a steady horse step, he raised his hands and propped them in front of his body, his eyes were full of pride.

"It's just a bullock cart, dare to ask the old man to make way!!"