"That way, maybe I can take it a little more seriously!"

Duke's words made the three servants present angry. They were all famous heroes in their respective eras and have never been so belittled.

Lancer stepped out, grabbed the other two, pointed the gun at Duke with a gun: "Berserker, it's useless to talk too much! Let me try your quality. If you are just a liar who speaks big, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

After the words came, Lancer rotated the gun body with both hands, waved it into two whirlwinds, and suddenly emitted an extremely condensed aura. The awesome momentum was mixed with blood-colored murderous intent, and the calmness of restraint and retention was a symbol that only those who had experienced many battles could sharpen.

Under the pressure of momentum, Duke's nightmare war horse was stimulated and raised his hooves and jumped high. Duke shook the reins before soothing its irritability.

"Haha, but that's it!" Lancer looked contemptuous and could see that the Nightmare War Horse was just a good guy.

Duke was unmoved, jumped off his war horse and walked towards the lancer. Under the moonlight, the old man with white hair and long beard was wearing heavy armor surrounded by black air, with bright eyes. Although he looked old, he was strong in spirit and had a strong temperament.

Duke is a little unnatural, and he is like a naked body in front of the magic gun. He is a little shy to think about it!

"My war horse was a unicorn symbolizing holiness during my lifetime. It was given by the elf queen. I followed me for decades of fighting. It was once a powerful monster. Unfortunately, when I fought with the demon king Sauron, when I was fighting, it was corrupted by the dark curse to save me, and it became so depressed."

Nightmare: "Xi Lulu~~~"

What, what did you say?

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

"No, it is the comrades behind me whom I have entrusted to." Duke strode ahead of Lancer as he spoke, and a golden red magic array lit up in his palm.

The ground trembled slightly, and countless metal substances were extracted from the soil and condensed into a golden battle spear. The gun rod was thick and long, as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the blade was thin and long like a big sword. The spear head was as sharp as an arrow, and the blade tip was cold and bright. It was easy to slash and sprint at a glance.

Alchemy·Refining a formation!

"A strange mage, judging from your posture, he is actually a good player to use a gun!" Lancer was happy when he saw the hunt, but he didn't expect that Duke's weapons were as good as him.

"I'm not good at it, but I know a little bit!"

Lancer was angry. It was too arrogant, but before he could say anything, he suddenly felt his heart throbbing. A black shadow flashed in front of him, and the golden gun was already whistling and stabbing.

What a fast speed, is this guy really an old man?

Lancer's heart was terrified, and he stepped on a tiny step under his feet, lifting his left short gun to block it.

With a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, Lancer felt a powerful force coming from the golden spear. The power was terrifying. He retreated continuously and stabilized his body.

c, this old man is a monster!

With just a fight, 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 breathing stagnated, almost like a conditioned reflex, and he avoided in a embarrassed manner.

The golden gun that was as fast as thunder, whizzed past, which was only a slight difference from the artery on his neck. After Lancer dodged, he felt a sense of fear of cold hair standing upside down.

The speed is no worse than mine, and the strength is far better than me. Should this old man be so cruel?

After entering the battle, Gandalf, played by Duke, seemed to have changed his person, and his humble and polite elegance was no longer there. Every time he waved a spear, he was filled with murderous intent. His eyes that contained wisdom were even more scarlet.

Lancer's heart was filled with a warning sign. Duke's gaze made him feel that he was being stared at by a giant dragon. Under the powerful pressure, he broke through his limits and raised his spear and stabbed him at the dragon's phantom.

Accompanied by the whine of the air being shattered, two spears burst out with terrible sounds during the collision, and the shock waves quickly rushed to all directions, destroying and trampling on the streets without restraint...

Boom boom boom boom———

When the storm hit, Saber and Rider waved their weapons, cut off the hurricane in front of them, and evacuated back with their respective masters. No one suspected that as the two battles escalated, the entire street would inevitably be destroyed.

The bright red spear tip, like a dancing elf, under the control of Lancer, flashed red lights in the air, biting Duke's figure tightly. However, the golden battle spear can always take the lead, and every time it blocks the flaw that makes Lancer extremely aggrieved. Before the power was released, it was forced to withdraw, and he was about to vomit blood.

The extremely high agility of both sides leads to the fact that after the battle breaks out, the movements cannot be judged by the naked eye. The violent wind is continuous, and the whole process is like illusion and has no entity. Only the brief pause when the weapons of both sides collided can make people see the shadows of the two clearly, but that is only a flash.

From Duke and Lancer to now, it took only more than ten breaths, but in such a short time, the two of them had fought each other countless times. The ghostly figure flickered and moved, like two entangled phantoms, and they could only distinguish the identities of the two through the light of weapons.

Lancer performs extraordinary pressure in the face of stress, and his muscles all over his body wail and screams. What made him desperate was that the old man on the opposite side became more and more brave and his physical strength was like endless.

Despair, fear?

Yes, Lancer's proud martial arts were suppressed, and he could not see a trace of possibility of defeating the enemy, so he was naturally extremely desperate, but his fighting spirit was even higher than before. What an honor is to be able to confront such a powerful enemy. Even if he dies, he can still show his loyalty to the monarch, which is exactly what he expects!

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

Lancer's eyes swelled up, and he waved his guns hard. The air in front was roughly cut and torn apart, creating a substantial wind blade turbulent flow, cutting the surrounding ground into mottled and staggered dents.

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

"It's useless. Under my treasure 'Eye of Truth', every attack you have nowhere to hide."

Faced with Lancer's counterattack, Duke shouted violently, and returned with a more violent offensive, attacking the attack, and crushing it back with a stronger offensive.

boom!!

He stabbed out with a shot and pointed directly into Lancer's chest. The speed of the spear tip was as fast as thunder, and the power was as strong as a cannon bomb. In an instant, a sound burst sounded out.

In a crisis, Lancer's inherent skill "mind" is launched in time. At an absolute disadvantage, calmly grasp the situation between himself and the enemy, and find a way to survive only in theory. Even if there is only 1% chance, he can still seize the opportunity and reverse the situation.

It is impossible to reverse the situation. Lancer exhausted all his strength and almost avoided the spear that was trampling on his body. His abdomen was cut by a wind blade attached to the golden spear, and blood immediately flowed.

"Okay, come again!" Duke exclaimed, worthy of being the impeccable martial arts Dilumudo.

Lancer did not reply, but just parried and exhausted him. At this moment, he could only curl the corner of his mouth and smile gently.

Along the way, Saber couldn't help but feel excited when he watched the fierce battle. Both of them were powerful men in a thousand miles, making her wish she could replace one of them.

Alice Phil's face was pale, and Duke and Lancer's super-speed movements waving their weapons were completely unaware of it, but it was as if the battlefield was torn and trampled by a giant beast, but it was clear at a glance. She couldn't help but twist her hands and fingers tightly together, deeply worried about Saber.

The lancer with extraordinary martial arts has been suppressed. Can saber defeat the opponent?

Weber's eyes were dull and he had fallen into doubts about life. Are these servants actually humans during their lifetime?

His servant rider showed solemn appearance. Among the servants present, his martial arts skills were undoubtedly the worst. The conquering Wang Nanzhengbei relied more on the commander and military strategy, and he fought one by one, and everyone could go side by side.

Rider could see that Lancer was at the end of his strength and would be picked by Duke shortly afterwards. Without Lancer blocking the gun in front, he could only defeat Duke by using the inherent barrier.

This is not good news. The Battle of the Holy Grail has just begun, and the followers have not shown up. The trump card for the decisive victory is not yet revealed!

"My Lord, you must hurry up!"

Weber came back to his senses from the confusion and looked at his servant who had jumped away with confusion: "Hurry up, what should I hold on?"

"Drink!"

The rider shook the reins, and the two strong and toned flying oxes groaned, swaying their thick giant hooves, pulling the Divine Power wheels to launch a charge.

The magic power burst out with terrifying purple thunder, smashing the ground under the feet of the cow's hoof into cracks like spider webs. The chariot drove, increasing its speed to the extreme amid the roar.

"Wow, ahhhhh————"

Oh, I almost forgot that the thunder was accompanied by the wailing screams of the weak emperor and the flying tears.

Saber looked at the chariot that was activated: "What does rider want to do?"

The strong wind suddenly hit and invaded the center of Duke and Lancer's battlefield. The two stopped attacking one after another and turned to look over.

"Hahaha, if you don't want to die, just move out of the way before I drive you!!" Rider laughed loudly, the wheels rolled in thunder, and the earth was trembling.

Lancer cursed the madman inwardly and jumped away from the center of the battlefield. Duke did not move his foot. Facing the rampage of the chariot, he raised the gun in his hand and inserted the golden gun to the ground with a clang.

The golden spear is a weapon made of, and it is not worth mentioning compared to Lancer's two treasures. It has long been overwhelmed and has turned into golden powder at this moment.

"Berserker, I didn't retreat quickly before I drove away!" Rider shook the reins and once again accelerated the chariot's rush.

"ridiculous……"

Duke smiled disdainfully, his feet were as cement as the ground, and he couldn't reach his ankle. After stance, he raised his hands and supported him in front of him, his eyes full of heroic spirit.
Chapter completed!