Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

"drink!"

Lancer yelled violently, stomping heavily on the ground with both feet, his leg muscles stretched like springs, and his figure quickly rushed in front of Hercules.

The enemy gave him a good chance to fight one-on-one, and he was going to go all out from the beginning to take down the opponent in the shortest possible time. With the momentum of victory at that time, it would be okay to fight two against one.

With a low and swooping figure and a swift blue lightning, Lancer stabbed out the long spear in his hand when he was more than five meters away from Hercules. In an instant, the distance between the two has approached to the point where there is only one step left.

Killing the enemy at the fastest speed is Lancer's forte. The scarlet spear tip draws a bloody arc in the air, and Lancer seems to have seen the death of the enemy being pierced through the heart.

"Ho ho ho ho—"

To Lancer's surprise, Hercules, who in his opinion should be a tank tank type, suddenly showed an agility that was extremely inconsistent with his size. He only heard a loud shout, and the weapon in Hercules' hand The long sword slashed to the top of his forehead.

When the tip of the spear pierced Hercules' heart, Lancer's head would also be crushed by the long sword. The ending of both dying together was not what he wanted. At the very moment, he moved his strength to the waist and shrank to dodge.

This guy is fast, probably faster than me!

Lancer sprinted forward along the momentum, secretly thinking about trouble, knowing that if Hercules was not dealt with, it would be difficult to run tonight. Just as he was thinking about tactics, suddenly there was wind behind his ears, and a strong crisis hit his heart.

Almost without thinking, Lancer turned around in an instant and raised his spear to block above his head. Hercules was rushing straight ahead, his violent momentum was like an unstoppable beast, he jumped straight up and slashed down.

boom!

Huge power was transmitted to the arm along the spear, and then spread to the whole body, Lancer's feet sank directly into the mud. The surrounding ground was cracked inch by inch, the soil and leaves were flying, and a large arc-shaped pit with a diameter of five meters was sunken.

Fast, powerful, and keen fighting instinct... Where did this guy come from?

Taking advantage of Hercules' new strength, Lancer hastily jumped out of the big pit and avoided it far away. The arm holding the gun trembled slightly. When he saw the tiger's mouth split open again, blood instantly dripped from the tip of the gun to the ground.

One blow made Lancer doubt his life, and Hercules quickly followed up and swung his sword again. This time Lancer learned his lesson, and stopped confronting Hercules head-to-head, relying on his agility to keep moving around, but soon he was surprised to find that the berserker on the opposite side was first-class in martial arts, and even when he lost his mind, he was also extremely powerful .

Lancer's combat experience is very rich. When speed, strength, and martial arts all have no upper hand, he uses flexible tactics to fight against Hercules.

That's right, he just bullied Hercules for being brainless!

The speed of the two is superb, and Hercules is the top strength. Every time the weapons collide, dazzling sparks will be aroused. The surrounding woods seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, and were destroyed by a powerful destructive force. The trees were broken, a large layer of soil was lifted, and the battlefield soon became potholed.

Clang!

The red spear cut across a brilliant arc, and the point of the spear hit Hercules' belly. Lancer was wondering why the opponent didn't dodge when he was completely able to defend, when he was startled by the sweeping sword and his hair stood on end.

clang! !

Lancer raised his gun to parry, and with a heavy impact sound, he was sent flying with brute force. The blow was so powerful that Lancer failed to reverse his balance in mid-air, landed on his face, and slid for about ten meters before stopping.

Lancer got up and felt two streams of heat flowing down his face, and when he touched it, it was full of blood.

"Damn it, my handsome face, I rely on it to pick up girls." Lancer kept cursing. In fact, it was his bragging. He had never succeeded in striking up a conversation, not even once.

After complaining, Lancer regained his spirits, and Hercules put a lot of pressure on him. Leaving aside his strength being crushed, his proud speed also fell into a disadvantage. Counting the battles he had fought during his lifetime, he couldn't find a few enemies who could make him so embarrassed.

"However, this is what is called fighting. It would be boring if it was one-sided." Lancer wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Just when he was about to fight Hercules again, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked horrified, as if he had seen some horrible picture.

Whoosh!

The red arrow roared towards him, Lancer dodged sideways in the danger, but he didn't expect the arrow to shine brightly at the moment it passed by, and exploded with a bang, covering his face.

"Cough cough cough..."

Raising the gun to shake away the dust around him, Lancer looked in the direction of the arrow with a disheveled face, and saw Red A walking out with a look of shame.

Lancer swallowed, cold sweat dripping from the corner of his eyes: "Four... four servants!?"

Hearing Lancer's trembling words, Red A felt deeply and knew the helplessness. She put away her smug smile and said sympathetically, "Lancer, surrender, you have no chance of winning."

Lancer knew that tonight was more dangerous than good, but he would rather die in battle than surrender, and said bluntly: "Don't be ridiculous, my uncle is on the battlefield, what scene haven't you seen? There are only four people, I don't pay attention inside……"

After deciding for a while, he continued: "Let's be clear first, don't say I won't give you a chance, isn't it just a one-on-one match, who will come first?"

"Master means swarming. If you want to fight alone, we can also give you this opportunity."

Hearing a strange voice again, Lancer only felt pain in his heart, and turned his neck stiffly, trying to see who it was, but when he turned around... there were actually two servants in TM.

"puff!!"

The person who spoke was Lancelot, he was half a body behind Saber, like a loyal guard. Compared with the dreadful Fourth Holy Grail War, Lancelot is very satisfied with the fifth battle. He has the opportunity to fight side by side with Daimao, and every minute and every second is worth cherishing.

It would be more perfect if there is no white hair that should be cut off!

"Six!?" Lancer had a ghostly expression on his face.

There were only seven servants in the entire Holy Grail War, and six of you beat me one, do you want to show your face?

Seeing six servants, tall or short, male or female, surrounded him, Lancer felt full of malice, and there was no need to beat him, it would be easier to just wipe his neck.

Lancer is confident, but he's not so arrogant as to 1v6, one Hercules makes him exhausted, plus the other five... the chat is dead in one go.

What pose should I pose when I die to look more handsome?

Lancer had no intention of fighting, and closed his eyes to wait for death, but the six servants just surrounded him, but none of them killed him.

"Hey, hurry up, waiting to die is very painful!" Lancer waited for a long time, and began to complain.

No one paid attention to Lancer, they each occupied a position, blocking all possible space for him to move, until Duke came with two maids, and then opened a passage.

Lancer heard the rustling sound of stepping on the leaves, quietly opened one eye, and saw two beautiful maids... No, he saw Duke in front of the two maids.

The distance was very close, Lancer calculated that it happened to be within the range of his spear, and in the blink of an eye, he could take Duke's heart.

However, Lancer always felt that Duke was weird, looking straight into those eyes made him uneasy from the bottom of his heart, even if the spear was stabbed, there was an 80% chance of returning without success.

Duke said directly: "Cu Chulainn who came to this Holy Grail War with the rank of Lancer, I admire your bravery, think about it, and be my servant!"

Red A: "..."

Why are everyone else a follower, but I am a lackey, so just say it, do you have any opinion on me?

"You actually saw through my real name. I think you are not an ordinary magician. But..." Lancer sneered, raised his head and said proudly: "Stop talking nonsense, kill if you want, don't humiliate me!"

Duke nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Hercules, tell him the attitude he should have when talking to his master."

Hercules! ?

Lancer realized that Berserker was a great hero in Greek mythology. No wonder he was so powerful. To be able to fight against such a strong man would not be in vain for this battle of the Holy Grail.

However, even if your lineup is extremely strong, I will not give in. I will not frown if I use any moves quickly.

Thinking of this, Lancer's eyes became more determined, and then his spear was taken away by Hercules and thrown on the ground. Lancer didn't resist, and accepted death calmly, and then he felt a tight ankle, and the whole person was lifted upside down by Hercules.

"Ah!?"

What... what is this for?

Lancer had a bad premonition, the next second, the earth spun and the sky spun, and the strong wind blew his nose and tears, and the world in his eyes spun rapidly.

Turn faster and faster! Turn faster and faster!

"Ahhh—"

The tragic scream sounded in the mountains and forests. When the decibel broke through the highest pitch, it was blown into the mouth by the gust of wind and caused the sound to break, and finally turned into intermittent howls of ghosts and wolves, as well as faint sobs.

The loyal and unyielding man was humiliated by the thugs. Seeing such a tragic scene, all the servants present felt sorry for him... no wonder. They watched Hercules dance with his arms into a big windmill with peace of mind, and made some comments after a while, asking Hercules to go faster.

Hercules seems to have gotten a toy, smiling like a 300KG gay guy, running around in circles, and hitting the tree with his Lancer from time to time.

Saber looked at this scene with a frown, and wanted to persuade Duke to give Lancer a good time, but she just raised her foot and took it back. Because Lancelot silently took out a bag of potato chips from behind, tore it open and handed it to her.

"Ahhh—"

Daimao shook and shook, the screams gradually faded away, Saber took the potato chips and began to be quiet in her own world.

Saber has seen too many loyal people, one more or one less is harmless. Potato chips are more important right now, and they must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the tragedy of small biscuits must not be repeated again!

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