The wrist injury caused Saber's hand to shake slightly, which was a very dangerous signal, but her momentum was not affected at all.

Duke's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, but he didn't want to get too involved and prepared to fight quickly: "Good fighting spirit, but you should know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by faith." Aber took a deep breath: "beerker, the outcome cannot be decided by you. If you just now, I'll talk about it until you win!"

While speaking, Saber's momentum condensed through many battles surged again, and rushed towards Duke like a tide. Duke was still stressed, but the Nightmare War Horse was not good. This guy's level was too bad.

The panicked Maer raised his front hooves and unconsciously took two steps back. These two steps are the best offensive opportunity for Saber. If you miss it, you will not have a second time.

The Wind King barrier was untied, and Saber swung the Wind King's hammer in reverse, and with the help of the strong wind's reaction force, he instantly stepped across the distance with Duke, stood up, swung his sword and slashed Duke's vital points.

Duke seemed to be unable to defend or avoid it for a while because of the frightened war horse. As soon as his figure was stabilized, the golden sword of victory pounced on his head and face and chopped down. Aber frowned, and the tip of the sword was only one palm away from Duke's artery. His intuition told her that this sword would definitely hit, but he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Is it because it's too easy? Aber can only think so, the speed of swinging the sword is faster, and such a good opportunity is ahead, even if it's a trap, you must try it.

Swish!

Top treasure, 999 of one sword!

The golden sword light slashed down, carrying Saber's belief that he would win, and slashed from Duke's neck to his waist and abdomen in one fell swoop. Saber's pupils shrank in his eyes, and the sword body did not have the touch of the entity, and she cut the phantom.

Why did it disappear even though there was no moving track?

Almost in the midst of lightning, Saber immediately twisted his body in the air, raising his sword to block his chest, but the unexpected back prick did not appear.

"sa…saber…" Alice Phil's voice trembled beside the sports car, with frost sadness between his neck.

"Ali!!" Saber took a deep breath and looked forward, but was worried that Alice Phil would be hurt.

Duke stood behind Alice Phil in the nightmare, smiled at Saber with an incredible look on his face and said, "General, the winner is decided!"

"Space movement, magic or magic?" Alice Phil didn't panic too much when he was captured, but instead drew Duke's intelligence.

"This is my life-saving method, I can't tell you easily!"

Alice Phil guessed: "It's your war horse, is this the inherent skill of that war horse?"

"What a smart lady, but I don't like smart women, so please shut your mouth." Duke said, and Frost's sadness gently stroked, leaving a thread of blood on Alice Phil's neck.

“beerker!!”

Saber on the other side was already in a rage. If Duke hadn't been in his hands, she would have rushed up and fought desperately.

"Okay, saber, I'll go first, we'll have a date later!" Duke grabbed Alice Phil, and angrily saber's eyes widened, knocked him out and hung it on the horse's back.

"Of course, you can try to chase after you, but I don't guarantee that the lady is complete." Duke said, turning around and leaving in the nightmare.

"beerker, I, Artoria Pandragorn, swear in the name of King Arthur, and will definitely kill you with my own hands!" The excessive shame made Saber bit his lip tightly, and a thread of blood flowed down, looking at Duke's back as he left.

Stop it, your Great Britain is dead, it’s useless to say that these things!

Duke rolled his eyes, shouted softly, and disappeared into the dark shadow with Nightmare. Saber looked at the direction he left, tightened the sword in his hand, sighed with pain, and then disappeared from the spot.

Alice Phil was robbed, and Saber knew that he had to notify Emiya Kiritsugu immediately. At the same time, she also wanted to urgently resolve the doubts in her heart, why beerker would rather let go of the dignity of the knight than to plunder Alice Phil.

"Ali, you must not be in trouble!"

At the same time, in the second half of the winding mountain road, former French Marshal Giles de Les, who came with the caster rank, was the first fan of Joan of Arc, who was looking forward to it.

Although his eyes are very big, they are useless, and they can't see clearly. The gap between Damao King and Joan of Arc is so obvious that he can actually see the same person. Joan of Arc will definitely be very angry when he knows it.

"Strange, why haven't my saint come yet? Is it because the car speed is too slow... why don't you wait any longer!"

At the second floor clinic on the edge of the river, when Duke returned home, Sakura had already fallen asleep, and only Lancelot was still waiting. Seeing Duke return safely, he immediately stepped forward and held the horse: "Master, you haven't encountered any danger, right?"

Lancelot was ordered to wait in the clinic, and indeed sensed that there were followers around him. He was one of Assassin's clones. The other party circled around Duke's magic workshop for a few times, then hesitated for a moment before leaving.

Therefore, even though there was a shocking war in the port not far apart, Lancelot did not dare to leave a step. He just never let go of his concern for the master, especially when the Five Emperors Dragons took off, he was really shocked.

Duke looked scared and patted his chest and said fearfully: "It's true that he encountered a lot of dangers, especially the female saber who recognized my identity as the Lord and chased me, just a little bit of it and I couldn't come back."

Lancelot was furious when he heard this: "A bastard, as a hero, he is actually strong and weak. She is still in her position. Please rest assured. I, Lancelot, swear that I will kill him and avenge you."

"Uh... as long as you have the will, I'm not very forced."

When Lancelot heard this, he felt Duke's distrust of him and immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Master, since you summoned me in the Battle of the Holy Grail, you should trust my strength."

Duke nodded slightly, this was the rhythm of asking for battle. Unexpectedly, Lancelot was melancholy and was still a militant: "Xiaolan, I already understand what you mean, I will give you a task tomorrow."

Lancelot readily accepted the order, but when he stood up, he realized that there was a woman hanging on Nightmare. Her white winter clothes and silver hair were lying on the horse's back without moving. Before, he only paid attention to Duke, and glanced over, thinking it was a quilt.

"Master, is this man the enemy's master?"

"It's not the Lord, she is the wife of the Lord Saber..." Duke looked angry: "Hmph, that saber chased me all the way, and I snatched her Lord's wife, which can be said to be a reward for the first time."

Lancelot said shamefully: "Master, isn't it a bit...not good to do this!"

Lancelot could probably guess why Saber kept chasing Duke and chopping. Anyone who found out that his wife was robbed or was robbed by a man would do anything.

"Xiaolan, needless to say, I'm determined. Take her to the basement and tie it up, and I'll prepare some props!"

"Props..." Lancelot's face froze and became weird. Could it be that his master's appearance is turning green to other people's wife?

This is not possible. As an upright knight, I must stop this shameless behavior!

"Master, IMHO, on your terms, you can find a more suitable partner."

Duke raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

"Master, this... hooks up with someone else's wife, and forces... this behavior... is wrong!"

Duke patted Lancelot's shoulder after hearing this: "You are still a knight. Will your conscience hurt when you say this?"

Lancelot's figure shook slightly, and his whole face turned into a pig's liver. He didn't want to mention the pain he had before, but for the sake of his master's good, he decided to restore this past: "Master, you may have misunderstood. The princess and I... are not as unbearable as you imagined! We... are just a platonic spiritual love!"

"Why, the princess is ugly?"

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

"You observed it so carefully..." Duke touched his chin and glanced at Lancelot up and down: "I understand, it turns out you can't do it!"

Lancelot: "…"
Chapter completed!