Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Kenneth couldn't understand the situation in front of him, not to mention that the combination of the two servants made him and Lancer exhausted, the key is where did the two strange servants come from. There was no rumor at all, did the Holy Grail think that the battle of the Holy Grail was not exciting enough, so they summoned two more servants?

The battle against time and seconds cannot make Kenneth think calmly, even if he thinks, it is useless. In his preconceived notion, Berserker = Gandalf, so he will not understand it even if he wants to break his head.

Swish!

Sword Qi swept across, only to see a flash of white light, and another smooth fault was cut through the Yueling marrow fluid.

The low temperature made mercury unable to continue to exist as a liquid, and Kenneth had to increase the output of magic power to maintain its physical form, even if this state was forcibly maintained, it could not take advantage of the integrated attack and defense of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid.

Sora, who had been making soy sauce all the time, was invaded by the freezing cold, his teeth were shaking up and down, and he subconsciously used flame magic. The flames made purely by magic only traveled half the distance before being dissipated by the cryogenic cooling, not even touching the hem of Duke's clothes.

Kenneth kept Sola behind him, knowing that if he didn't do anything, the Holy Grail War would be over. He is a top-notch magician, and he shouldn't be confused by negative emotions, especially in critical moments of life and death, calmness is more important than anything else. But he spent the first half of his life walking on the avenue of prosperity, how to fight back in adversity... He has never even experienced adversity, how to be calm.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Duke walked forward unhurriedly. Every step he took was as if carefully calculated, and the distance between the steps was exactly the same, which put even more pressure on Kenneth.

"Kenneth, what the hell, aren't you an elite of the Clock Tower? Why is your performance so poor?" Duke swung his long sword continuously, chopping off the mercury gushing in front of him.

Kenneth blushed immediately when he heard the words, and Duke's ironic expression of "what's the matter with you, little brother" was like the ice around him, eating away at his pride. The anger in his heart was directed at Duke, at himself, at Lancer, and at Webber. This was not the Holy Grail battle he wanted.

On the other side, sensing that the Master was in danger, Lancer broke out with a speed beyond the limit and suppressed Lancelot in close combat. The two long spears moved like a gust of wind, turning into countless phantoms, and the destructive Huang Qiangwei even rushed to make moves, intending to leave an unhealed curse on Lancelot.

It's a pity that as a lucky E, the information about Magic Gun has already been informed by Duke. No matter how Lancer tried to lure the enemy with his flaws and traded injuries for injuries, Lancelot was still as stable as a dog, and he had no intention of rushing forward at all.

The difference in mentality seriously affected Lancer's performance. The more anxious he was, the more he could not break through Lancelot's blockade. A vicious circle formed. Lancelot found the right opportunity and stabbed him in the chest.

Lancer was agile and experienced in combat, so the wound wasn't deep, but his body stagnated for a while. Before the destructive Huang Qiangwei had time to retract, Lancelot grabbed the barrel of the gun.

Under Lancer's horrified gaze, bloody lines spread from Lancelot's palm, and the virus eroded the destructive Yellow Rose, so that he gradually lost control of the treasure.

What kind of ability is this, and what is the class of the enemy?

Lancer analyzed that the enemy has the ability to deprive others of treasures, but the specific historical figure was not recognized by Dumb Hair King, let alone him.

"Lancer, come back to me as quickly as possible!" At the stage of stalemate between Lancer and Lancelot, Kenneth finally issued an order in the name of Command Seal.

Lancer's figure faded, and Lancelot raised his sword and stabbed out, directly passing through the phantom. Almost at the same time, Lancer crossed the space and appeared between Duke and Kenneth, knocked the yellow rose that would be destroyed in his hand, leaned over and rushed towards Duke.

"Master, be careful!" Lancelot was shocked, but Lancer was closer to Duke than him, so he had to remind him loudly.

"As expected, you are the master." Lancer's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he accelerated his sprint speed, and the red demon-destroying spear pierced out like a spirit snake. As long as he captured Duke, he would be able to turn defeat into victory.

The red gun light was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the air and appeared in front of Duke. Duke, who had been prepared for a long time, did not raise his sword to block. Instead, like Lancelot, he grabbed the barrel of the gun. The tip of the gun was unparalleled, but he was still unable to go any further.

"hiss--"

Lancer sucked in a breath, and with just this move, he could tell that the enemy had unparalleled melee experience, and his eyesight and arm strength were second to none among the enemies he had experienced in his life.

Is this person really the Master?

Lancer subconsciously denied it, preferring to believe that Duke is a follower. If it is really the master, it would be too terrifying.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost killed by you!" Duke looked relaxed and freehand, and the arm holding the gun didn't move at all. On the other hand, Lancer's face was flushed under all the efforts, and the strength of the two was not at the same level at all.

Lancer made a decisive decision, since he was not strong enough, he should use his own advantage to win quickly. Taking a step forward, the destructive Huang Qiangwei pierced Duke's rib from bottom to top.

Clang!

The tip of the spear was fixed in mid-air, and the long sword in Duke's hand blocked the front of Lancer's attack line at some point.

Damn, where did the monsters come out, one after another...

Lancer suddenly felt as if he was about to kneel. Neither his speed nor strength was superior, and even the enemy's combat experience might be higher than his. Today might very well be the last day of his Holy Grail War.

"Are you kidding me? How could you just fall down here!" Lancer drank vigorously, a huge amount of magic power came out through his body, the muscles in his arm swelled, and he pulled out the red magic-destroying gun from Duke's hand in one go.

Sola's face paled behind Kenneth, she was responsible for providing Lancer's magic power, and the brief burst almost drained her dry. But women in love are crazy, she bit the tip of her tongue, and forced herself to bear the dizzy suffocation.

His pale face turned red, and in a trance, Sola felt a kind of satisfaction!

Kenneth was worried, holding his fiancée's arm, his eyes full of concern and self-blame: "Sola, are you okay?"

Sola shook his head stupidly, and replied with a slightly dry voice: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable... It's okay, don't worry about me."

In the middle of the battlefield, Lancer danced two magic spears, one long and one short, like the wind with lightning-fast agility, displaying top-level spear skills to the fullest, and fighting with Duke crazily.

With the sound of continuous piercing sound like thunder, the figures of the two people faded in place and became extremely blurred, which was the realization of the extreme speed.

The lightning attacks poured down on each other, dense sparks burst out in the air, and the airflow generated by the swing of the weapon collided and collapsed, forming a strong air pressure and sweeping in all directions. The criss-crossing cutting marks appeared on the surrounding ground, walls, etc., and the ceiling was lifted directly, and the roof was pierced, exposing the bright afternoon sun.

Unfortunately, in order to protect Sola, Kenneth was blown away by the airflow, and both of his fiancées passed out in a coma.

The sound of crisp metal collisions continued, and Lancer was about to vomit blood. No matter from which angle he shot, how the rhythm of the battle changed, how the marksmanship changed, the monsters on the opposite side could always interrupt his attack immediately, so don't worry. Watching the battle scenes where you come and go, in fact, he has been suppressed and can't lift his head.

This feeling... No, this fighting style is so familiar!

Thinking of the invincible figure sitting on the dragon's back that night, Lancer's breath suddenly became chaotic, and knowing that he had exposed a flaw, he quickly raised his gun to stand in front of him. With an afterimage flashing in his eyes, Lancer felt a heavy blow to his abdomen and was kicked out flying upside down.

boom!

Lancer was kicked away by a forceful kick, and his whole body hit the ice-covered wall, half of his body embedded in it. Just as he got up, his eyes were dark again, and Duke, who was chasing up to make up the knife, pressed him on the company.

hum! ! !

The high-concentration magic power gathered in the palm of his hand. Duke held Lancer's head and detonated the compressed magic power, creating a face-smearing attack comparable to high explosives.

Lancelot, who was watching the battle, was shocked. Lancer's martial arts skills were comparable to his, and he was blown away by his own master in a head-to-head battle. Doesn't that... mean that he would not be much better.

There is a master stronger than himself, Lancelot is a little disappointed, but more ecstatic: "In this way, this Holy Grail battle must belong to the Master, and I can also have the opportunity to make a wish to the Holy Grail, so that the king Give me punishment."

"It looks like I won this battle." Duke looked down at the extremely weak Lancer.

Lancer laughed miserably: "Stop pretending, this feeling of being seen through is unmistakable, you are not a master, you are Berserker Gandalf!"

Duke exclaimed after hearing the words: "As expected of Diarmuid, your intuition is really sharp, and I, Gandalf, who is dual-wielding, is hiding so deep that you have discovered it."

After all, Duke used life return again, manipulated facial muscles and hair, and turned into Gandalf's handsome old face.

Lancer's smile became even more miserable: "I just knew..."

Duke lit up the back of his hand, stretched out his hand and gently attached it, revealing the blood-red Command Seal: "You're only half right, I'm Gandalf, but I'm not some Berserker."

Lancer stared dumbfounded at the bright red Command Seal, his pupils contracted to pinpoints, and he didn't listen to a word Duke said afterwards.

"You are actually the master, how could you be the master?" Lancer's mind went blank.