The situation in front of him made Kenneth say he couldn't understand. Not to mention the joint efforts of the two servants made him and Laner tired of resisting. The key is where the two strange servants came from. There was no sound at all. Does the Holy Grail still think that the battle of the Holy Grail is not exciting enough, so he summoned two more servants?

The battlefield of racing against time cannot make Kenneth think calmly, even if he thinks, it is useless. In the preconceived concept, beerker=Gandalff, so he would not understand it even if he wanted to break his head.

Swish!

The sword energy swept over, and a white light flashed, and the moon spirit marrow liquid was cut into a smooth fault.

The low temperature caused mercury to be unable to continue as a liquid, and Kenneth had to increase the output of magic power to maintain its physical form. Even if this state that was forcibly maintained was unable to exert the advantage of the integrated attack and defense of the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid.

Sora, who had been playing soy sauce, was invaded by the cold air of the frozen man, and his teeth were trembling up and down, and he subconsciously used flame magic. The flames made purely by magic only flew half the distance, and were cooled and dissipated by the low temperature, and even Duke's clothes were not touched.

Kenneth protected Sora behind him. He knew that he would not do anything, and the Battle of the Holy Grail would end here. He was a first-class magician and should not have been distracted by negative emotions. Especially in the crisis of life and death, calmness is more important than anything else. But he spent the first half of his life on the road of prosperity and prosperity. How to fight back in adversity... He had never experienced adversity, so how to be calm.

Duke walked forward slowly with his long sword in his hand. Every step he took was as if he had carefully calculated, and the pace was not bad at all, which put more pressure on Kenneth.

"Kenneth and whatnot, are you not the elite of the clock tower? Why is the level of performance so poor?" Duke waved his long sword continuously, slashing the mercury gushing from the front to pieces.

Kenneth suddenly blushed when he heard this. Duke looked sarcastic expression of "Little Brother, what's wrong with you?" was like the ice around him, eating his pride. The anger in his heart pointed at Duke, pointed at himself, pointed at Laner, and pointed at Weber. This was not the Holy Grail Battle he wanted.

On the other side, when he noticed that the Lord was in danger, Laner burst out with speed beyond his limit and suppressed Lancelot in close combat. Two spears swept like a gust of wind, transforming into countless phantoms. Huang Qiangwei, who was bound to be destroyed, even snatched the moves, and she wanted to leave a curse that would never heal on Lancelot.

Unfortunately, as a lucky e, Duke has long informed the information about the magic gun. No matter how Laner sells flaws to lure the enemy, and fights against injuries, Lancelot is still as stable as a dog and has no idea of ​​making a quick move.

The gap in mentality seriously affected Laner's performance. The more anxious he was, the less he could not break through Lancelot's blockade. A vicious cycle was caused by Lancelot's right opportunity and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

Laner is quick and has rich combat experience, so his wounds are not deep, but his body is inevitably stagnant. Huang Qiangwei, who is bound to be destroyed, was taken back and then Lancelot grabbed the gun.

Under Laner's gaze, blood-colored lines spread from Lancelot's palm, and viruses eroded the destruction of the yellow rose, which gradually lost control of the treasure.

What is this ability and what is the enemy's rank?

The laner analyzed that the enemy had the ability to deprive others of his treasures, but the specific historical figure was not recognized by King Daimao, let alone him.

"laner, come back to me as fast as possible!" Just as Laner and Lancelot were in a stalemate, Kenneth finally issued an order in the name of a spell.

Laner's figure faded, and Lancelot raised his sword and stabbed it directly through the phantom. Almost at the same time, Laner crossed the space and appeared between Duke and Kenneth. He clanged Huang Qiangwei, who was about to be destroyed in his hands, leaned over and rushed towards Duke.

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

"Sure enough, you are the Lord." Laner's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he accelerated his sprinting speed. He stabbed out like a red magic spear. As long as he captured Duke, he could turn defeat into victory.

The red spear flashed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated the air and appeared in front of Duke. Duke, who was prepared, did not raise his sword to block it, but grabbed the barrel of the gun like Lancelot. The gun was extremely sharp, but he could never go further.

"hiss"

Laner took a breath. With just one move, he could see that the enemy had unparalleled melee experience. His eyesight and arm strength were second to none among the enemies he had experienced in his life.

Is this person really the Lord?

Laner subconsciously denies it and would rather believe that Duke is the follower. If he is really the master, it would be too terrifying.

"It's so dangerous, you almost killed me!" Duke looked relaxed and his arms holding the gun remained motionless. On the other hand, Laner was blushing with his strength, and the power of both was not at the same level.

Laner made a quick decision. Since his strength was not enough, he would win quickly with his own advantage. He took a step forward and would destroy Huang Qiangwei from bottom to top and stabbed Duke's ribs.

clang!

The tip of the gun was fixed in the air, and Duke's long sword blocked the front of Laner's attack route at some point, and the back shot first came, with a speed of three points faster than Laner.

Damn, where the monsters came out, one after another...

Laner suddenly felt like he was about to kneel. His speed and strength were not superior, and even the enemy's combat experience was probably above him. Today is likely to be the last day of his Holy Grail Battle.

"What a joke, how can I fall down here!" Laner yelled hard, and huge magic power penetrated his body. The muscles in his arms swelled, and he pulled out the red magic-breaking gun from Duke's hand in one go.

Sora's face behind Kenneth paled, and she was responsible for laner's magic. The brief burst almost drained her. However, women in love were crazy. She bit her tongue and resisted the dizzy suffocation.

His pale face turned red, and in a trance, Sora felt something of satisfaction!

Kenneth was worried and holding his fiancée, his eyes full of concern: "Sora, are you okay?"

Sora shook her head wildly and replied in a slightly dry voice: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable... Fortunately, don't worry about me."

In the middle of the battlefield, Laner danced two magic guns, one long and one short, like the wind, with agility as fast as lightning, and used top-level gun techniques to fight with Duke crazy.

With the continuous sound of breaking through the air like a muffled thunder, the figures of the two faded in place and became extremely blurred, which was the realization of the extreme speed.

The lightning offensive poured out to each other, and dense Mars burst out from the air. The airflow generated by the weapon swing collided and dissipated, forming a strong air pressure swept to all directions. The crisscrossing cutting marks appeared on the surrounding ground, walls, etc., and the ceiling was directly lifted off, and the roof was penetrated, revealing the bright sun in the afternoon.

Unfortunately, in order to protect Sora, Kenneth was shot and both fell into a coma with his fiancée in his arms.

The crisp metal collision sound continued, and Laner was about to vomit blood. No matter which angle he shot, how the rhythm of the battle changed, how the real and real gunshots changed, the monsters on the opposite side could always interrupt his offensive as soon as possible, so even though he was fighting back and forth in the battle scene, he was actually so pressed that he couldn't raise his head.

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

Laner thought of the invincible figure sitting on the dragon's back that night, and his breath was suddenly chaotic. He knew that there was a flaw, so he quickly raised his gun and put it in front of him. A flash of shadow in his eyes, Laner felt that his abdomen was hit hard and he was kicked out.

boom!

Laner was kicked away by force and hit the wall covered with ice, half of his body embedded in it. As soon as he got up, his eyes were dark again, and Duke, who was chasing him to finish the fight, pressed him on the company.

Buzz!!!

The high concentration of magic power gathered in the palm of his hand. Duke carried Laner's head and detonated the compressed magic power, creating a face-stuffing attack comparable to the fierce explosive.

Lancelot, who was watching the game, looked shocked. Laner's martial arts were comparable to his. He was actually beaten by his master in a head-on battle. That... doesn't that mean that he wouldn't be much better.

Lancelot was a little disappointed with a powerful lord than himself, but more of it was ecstatic: "In this way, this battle of the Holy Grail will definitely belong to the master, and I can also have the opportunity to make a wish to the Holy Grail and let the king give me sanctions."

"It seems that I won this battle." Duke looked down at the extremely weak laner.

Laner laughed bitterly: "Stop pretending, this feeling of being seen through is not wrong. You are not the master, you are beerker Gandalf!"

Duke exclaimed when he heard this: "It's worthy of being Dilumudo. His intuition is indeed keen. I am hiding so deep in the double-held war Gandalf, you have discovered it."

After saying that, Duke used his life to return it again, manipulating his facial muscles and hair, and creating Gandalf's handsome old face.

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

Duke lit up the back of his hand, reached out and gently attached, revealing a blood-red curse: "You are only half right. It's true that I am Gandalf, but I'm not a beerker."

Laner stared at the bright red curse, his eyes contracted into needle tips, and then he didn't listen to a word about what Duke said.
Chapter completed!