Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

The wrist injury caused Saber's hand holding the sword to tremble slightly, which was a very dangerous signal, but her aura was not affected in the slightest.

There was a hint of appreciation in Duke's eyes, but he didn't want to get too entangled, and was ready to make a quick decision: "Good fighting spirit, but you should know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by faith."

Saber took a deep breath: "Berserker, the outcome is not up to you to decide, just now, wait until I win!"

While speaking, Saber's aura condensed through countless battles surged again, rushing towards Duke like a tide. Duke still has no pressure, but the Nightmare Horse is not good, the standard of this product is too low.

The panic-stricken Mar raised his front hoof, and unconsciously took two steps back. For Saber, these two steps were the best opportunity to attack, and if he missed it, there would be no second chance.

The Wind King barrier was undone, and Saber swung the Wind King's hammer in the opposite direction. With the help of the reaction force of the strong wind, she stepped across the distance with Duke in an instant, stepped forward, and slashed at Duke's vitals with her sword.

It seemed that Duke was unable to defend and evade for a while because his horse was frightened. As soon as his figure stabilized, the golden sword of vowed victory fell on his head and face.

Saber frowned, the tip of the sword was only a palm away from the artery in Duke's neck, her intuition told her that this sword must hit, but she felt something was wrong in her heart.

Is it because it's too easy?

Saber can only think this way, the speed of swinging the sword is a bit faster, such a good opportunity is ahead, even if it is a trap, he must try it.

Swish!

Top treasure, one sword 999!

The golden sword light slashed down, carrying the belief that Saber would win, and slashed obliquely from Duke's neck to waist and abdomen in one fell swoop. The pupils of Saber's eyes shrank when she succeeded, the blade of the sword didn't feel like she was hitting an entity, what she was hitting was a phantom.

How could it be, why did it disappear when there was no trace of movement?

Almost instantly, Saber immediately twisted her body in the air, raised her sword to block her chest, but the expected backstab did not appear.

"Sa...Saber..." Irisviel's voice trembled beside the sports car, with Frostmourne on her neck.

"Eri!!" Saber gasped, and wanted to step forward, but she was worried that Irisviel would be hurt.

Duke rode the nightmare and stood behind Irisviel, and smiled at the disbelieving Saber: "General, the victory has been decided!"

"Spatial movement, magic or magic?" Irisviel didn't panic too much after being captured, but instead got information from Duke.

"This is the old man's life-saving means, I can't tell you easily!"

Alice Feier guessed: "It's your war horse, isn't this the inherent skill of that war horse?"

"What a smart lady, but this old man doesn't like smart women, so please keep your mouth shut." As Duke said, Frostmourne stroked lightly, leaving a line of blood on Irisviel's neck.

"Berserker!!"

Saber on the other side has already fallen into a rage, if it wasn't for Duke having a hostage in his hands, she would have rushed forward and desperately.

"Okay, Saber, I'll take a step first, we'll meet later!" Duke grabbed Irisviel, and under Saber's angry eyes, knocked her unconscious and hung her on the horse's back.

"Of course, you can also try to chase after her, but I can't guarantee that this lady is intact." Duke said, turning around and leaving in Nightmare.

"Berserker, I, Arturia Pendragon, swear in the name of King Arthur, I will kill you with my own hands!" Excessive shame made Saber bite her lip tightly, a trace of blood flowed down, and looked fiercely at Duke's leaving back .

Pull it down, your Great Britain is dead, it's useless to say this!

Duke rolled his eyes, gave a light drink, and disappeared into the dark shadows together with Nightmare. Saber looked at the direction he left, tightened the long sword in her hand, sighed with pain on her face, and then disappeared in place.

Irisviel was robbed, and Saber knew that she had to inform Emiya Kiritsugu as soon as possible. At the same time, she also wanted to urgently solve the doubts in her heart, why Berserker would rather put down the dignity of the knight, but also plundered Irisviel.

"Ai Li, you must be fine!"

At the same time, in the second half of the Panshan Highway, the former French Marshal Gilles de Rais who came with the rank of Caster, the number one fan of Joan of Arc, is waiting eagerly.

Although his eyes are big, they are useless, and he can't see clearly. The gap between King Dumao and Joan of Arc is so obvious that he can be regarded as the same person. Joan of Arc will be very angry when she finds out.

"Strange, my lady saint, why hasn't she come yet? Could it be that the speed of the car is too slow... don't wait any longer!"

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In the second-floor clinic by the river, when Duke returned home, Sakura had already fallen asleep, and only Lancelot was still waiting. Seeing that Duke returned safely, he immediately stepped forward to hold the horse: "Master, you are not in any danger, are you?"

Lancelot was ordered to wait at the clinic, and indeed sensed the presence of a servant around him, one of Assassin's avatars, who walked around Duke's magic workshop a few times, hesitated for a moment, and then left.

Therefore, even if there was an earth-shattering battle at the port not far away, Lancelot did not dare to take a step away, but he never let go of his worries about the Master, especially when the Five Emperor Dragon took off into the sky, it really scared him a lot Jump.

Duke had lingering fear on his face, patted his chest and said in fear: "It is true that I have encountered a lot of dangers, especially that female Saber, who recognized the identity of my master, chased me and slashed at me. I can't come back."

Lancelot was furious when he heard the words: "Asshole, as a Heroic Spirit, she is actually strong and weak, thanks to her class is still Saber. Master, please rest assured, I, Lancelot, swear, I will kill her for you!" Shame."

"Uh... as long as you have the heart, I'm not very forceful."

Hearing this, Lancelot felt that Duke didn't trust him, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "Master, since you summoned me during the Holy Grail War, you should trust my strength."

Duke nodded slightly. This is the rhythm of the battle. Unexpectedly, Lancelot has a melancholy temperament, but he is still a militant: "Xiao Lan, I have already understood what you mean. I will give you a task tomorrow."

Lancelot gladly accepted the order, but when he stood up, he realized that there was still a woman hanging on the Nightmare Horse. With white winter clothes and silver hair, he lay motionless on the horse's back. He only paid attention to Duke before, and when he glanced over, he thought it was a quilt.

"Master, is this person the enemy's Master?"

"It's not Master, she's Master Saber's wife..." Duke said with a look of indignation, "Hmph, that Saber chased me all the way to kill me, and I snatched her Master's wife, and it's kind of like repaying her." Reported."

Lancelot said in embarrassment: "Master, isn't it a bit...not good!"

Lancelot can probably guess why Saber has been chasing Duke and killing him. Anyone who finds out that his master's wife has been robbed or has been robbed by a man will be desperate.

"Xiaolan, needless to say, I've made up my mind. Take her to the basement and tie her up, and I'll prepare some props!"

"Props..." Lancelot's face froze, and he became weird. Could it be that his Master wants to cheat on other people's wives?

This is not acceptable, as a righteous knight, I must stop this shameless behavior!

"Master, with all due respect, with your conditions, you can find a more suitable partner."

Duke frowned: "What do you want to say?"

"Master, this... hooking up with other people's wives, and forcing... this kind of behavior... is wrong!"

Duke patted Lancelot on the shoulder when he heard the words: "Fortunately, you are still a knight, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

Lancelot's figure swayed slightly, his whole face turned red, he didn't want to bring up the past pain, but for the sake of his Master, he decided to restore this past: "Master, you may have misunderstood, The princess and I... are not as unbearable as you imagined! Between us... it's just a platonic spiritual love!"

"Why, the princess is ugly?"

"No, she is a rare beauty, both in appearance and in heart."

"You observe carefully..." Duke rubbed his chin, glanced up and down at Lancelot: "I see, so you can't do it!"

Lancelot: "..."