Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

King's Treasure!

Responding to the king's anger, hundreds of treasures shot towards Duke overwhelmingly, the speed was even more terrifying than before, and nothing could be seen clearly except for the golden silk thread all over the sky.

boom! boom! boom! boom----

Like the carpet bombing in modern warfare, the warehouse area of ​​the port was baptized in a destructive way. Successive explosions sounded, and every treasure fell to the ground was a deafening bang.

The pillar of fire soared into the sky, and billowing black smoke rose into the night sky, covering the stars sprinkled down from the sky, only a crescent moon was visible.

Duke dashed in the dense pillar of fire, his short-distance burst increased his speed to the limit, his upper body was lowered, like a bird skimming the water, leaving a cluster of splashes.

A treasure in the shape of Fang Tian's painted halberd crashed down, penetrated his chest and pierced the ground, and the attached magic power blew up the surrounding area into a mess. The pierced Duke continued to run, his figure gradually faded, and in the next second, seven or eight figures appeared at the same time, and then disappeared at the same time.

Phantom!

"What!?"

Rarely, a flash of fear flashed in Archer's eyes. Duke, who had regained his youth, was much faster than he had imagined. In just a short while, he avoided King's Treasure's strafing shots and rushed in front of him in one fell swoop.

"Arrogance!"

Archer let out a low cry, summoned a sword, and slashed at Duke's figure. The long sword is extraordinary, judging from the magic power it radiates, it definitely has an A+ rank.

Although the archer was best at melee combat, his martial arts were far inferior to Duke's. Hearing a crisp impact, the long sword in his hand was thrown flying.

Swish!

The fiery red and ice blue flicked left and right, and Archer jumped back, but unfortunately it was too late, dodging the physical attack of the sword, but failed to dodge the accompanying magic effects.

The bone-piercing cold and the flesh-melting high temperature, two diametrically opposed forces raged in his body. One second his teeth were trembling with cold, and the next second he was so hot that he was about to evaporate.

"Damn it, let this king..."

The scene in front of him was like a nightmare to Archer, he attacked with all his strength under anger, but the enemy couldn't bear it anymore, and he was injured by the enemy at close range, the king's glory was trampled to nothing.

Before he could show any wrathful expression, the heavy Frostmourne streaked across, sparks streaked across the golden armor on his chest, and the accompanying chill made his face livid, as if there was still a faint sense of death.

"The King's Treasure!"

Duke's speed was too fast, and Archer couldn't detect the figure, so he couldn't make evasive defenses, so he simply continued to use big moves, sweeping away the rain of treasures in all directions. Fortunately, Wang Zhibao has its own recycling function, otherwise, he will become a pauper in a short time.

Looking at the phantoms that continued to flash around, Archer secretly gritted his teeth, summoned the flying props from the King's Treasure, and jumped into the sky.

Made of gold and emeralds, the glorious flying boat that can soar in the sky is also the exclusive throne of the oldest king - Vimana!

Through the sun crystal fueled by mercury, a powerful driving force is generated, and it can fly at high speed regardless of the laws of physics. In addition to its great mobility, it is also equipped with various Noble Phantasm systems, which can deal powerful blows to enemies in the sky.

Floating in the sky in a flying boat, Archer felt extremely humiliated, never in such a state of embarrassment, he was beaten so hard that he could only choose to escape. While feeling extremely ashamed, Archer also recognized Duke in his heart, admitting that he is a rare and powerful opponent in the world.

Of course, he would never say this to death!

Below the flying boat, Duke held a long sword in each hand, frost and flames were constantly intertwined, and the turbulent wind made his black hair dance wildly.

"My lord remembers, your name is Gandalf, right?" Archer asked loudly, unexpectedly, he didn't use catchphrases like 'offal'.

"It's Gandalf, the dual-wielding mad warrior. Does the ancient King of Heroes have any advice?"

"This king asks you, how did you die with such strength? Don't tell this king that you died of old age, this king doesn't believe it!"

It is not without reason that Archer asked this question. As we all know, heroic spirits are the existences of heroes whose great achievements are left as legends after death and have become objects of faith.

Beings who become Heroic Spirits will be freed from the shackles of time and move to the Seat of Heroic Spirits located outside the world. The servants summoned by the Holy Grail are just a copy of the personality and power of the corresponding heroic spirit, which is a little worse than the real heroic spirit.

There are many factors that affect the strength of a follower, such as the quality of the master, whether it fits with the class, popularity, and the location of the summoning, etc.

Taking Lancer Diarmuid as an example, the most suitable class for him should be Saber. Compared with the two magic spears, he was more famous for his sword skills during his lifetime. Another example is popularity, if Diarmuid is summoned in his hometown, with his outstanding reputation, the parameters will definitely not be inferior to the strongest class Saber.

Archer was very puzzled. Duke claimed to be a mage and came as Berserker. His rank did not match, and his strength had been greatly reduced. Secondly, Duke is an aerial heroic spirit, and there are no legends about him in this world. Without fame, there is no strength in life.

Combining the two, one can imagine how much the dual-wielding berserk has been weakened!

Then the question arises, the weakened version is so strong, how bad is it in its heyday? You are so awesome, why did you die?

Duke sighed sadly when he heard the words, and his acting skills came online again: "This old man led all the tribes in Middle-earth to overthrow the rule of the demon king Sauron. He thought that peace would come here. However, this is all my imagination..."

Archer pressed, "What happened?"

"There has always been only one thing that brings chaos to the world, and that is the high gods. Demon Lord Sauron is just a tool for them to win over their beliefs, and they are the root of all evil!"

Archer frowned, deeply agreeing with this sentence, gods and all are all bastards.

"This old man can't bear to continue to enslave the hundreds of people in Central Earth, so he went to the holy mountain..."

"What did you do?" Archer's voice trembled, and he had a ridiculous answer in his mind.

"The old man slaughtered them all!" Duke's eyes flashed coldly: "In the dusk of the gods, I, bathed in the blood of the gods, was cursed by the dead gods, and finally perished with them!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence, not only Archer, but also the Master and servants who were watching from a distance, were too shocked to make a sound, and their minds went blank. In a trance, an old man with white beard and hair appeared in his brain, unable to bear the suffering of all beings, he fought against the gods alone, and finally died with them.

"Old things, don't mention them!" Duke casually revealed, saying that he was ignorant when he was young, and killed God on a whim.

"Such a great achievement is really unimaginable. To meet you in the Battle of the Holy Grail is a worthwhile trip for me." Archer's expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Referring to his legend, he could guess I also want to kill God.

Just as he was talking, Archer was about to lower the flying boat and take out the strongest treasure to have a showdown with Duke, but Duke waved his hand to signal him to wait a moment.

"Although the old man is not good at air combat, he knows a thing or two."

Lancer: Why does it sound so familiar?

Duke half-closed his eyes, and a complex magic array opened up under his feet. The sky-blue array with a diameter of 100 meters was full of magic power that made one's heart palpitate. The vast waves of magic power surged out, as magnificent as the ocean, and almost materialized to form a translucent sea of ​​magic power.

"With this magic power, it's no wonder that he calls himself a mage..." Archer stood on the flying boat, stretched out his hand to sweep away the storm rushing from below, and the next second, his red pupils trembled violently.

Countless frost surged from the magic circle under Duke's feet, and huge ice blocks like hills rose up layer by layer. While lifting him up, they mimicked a ferocious dragon's head. The bony icicles protrude from the dragon's head, and the indifferent, hollow pupils emit endless cold light.

Before it was over, four more dragon heads rose one after another. One was as clear as red crystal, surrounded by raging flames; one was covered with golden scales, exuding holy brilliance; Fog; a blue body with purple runes tattooed on its surface.

"Oh oh oh oh———"

Five dragon heads protruded from the ground, roaring to the sky, resounding over Fuyuki City. The terrifying aura suddenly condensed, and the cold night sky suddenly became extremely heavy, and there was a depressing atmosphere everywhere it entered the eyes.

"Let me introduce, the magic that I am most proud of, should be called magic here... Five Emperor Dragons!!"

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