"drink!"

Lancer shouted loudly, his feet stomped on the ground, his legs were supported like a spring, and his body rushed to Hercules quickly.

The enemy gave him a good opportunity to fight one-on-one. He was ready to do his best from the beginning and defeat his opponent in the shortest time. At that time, with the momentum of victory, it would be better to fight one and two.

The dive-slowing figure was as fast as a blue light. When Lancer was more than five meters away from Hercules, he suddenly stabbed out the spear in his hand. In the short moment when he raised his hand to the point where he fired the gun, the distance between the two was so close that it was only one step left.

Killing the enemy at the fastest speed is Lancer's specialty. The scarlet spear tip drew a bloody arc in the air, and Lancer seemed to see the enemy's death piercing through his heart.

"Ho huh huh——"

To Lancer's surprise, Hercules, who was supposed to be a meat shield tank type, suddenly showed agility that was extremely inconsistent with his body shape. Only a loud shout could be heard in his ear, and the sword in Hercules's hand slashed above his forehead.

When the tip of the gun pierces Hercules' heart, Lancer will also be smashed by a long sword. The ending of death is not what he wants. At the critical moment, he used his strength to his waist and shrank and flashed over.

This guy is very fast, probably faster than me!

Lancer followed the rush forward, thinking that it was a problem, knowing that if Hercules didn't solve it, it would be difficult to run tonight. Just as he was thinking about the tactics, a sudden wind suddenly appeared behind his ears, and a strong crisis hit his mind.

Almost without thinking, Lancer turned around instantly, set up a spear to block the head. Heracles was rushing towards him, his violent aura was like an unstoppable beast, and he slashed straight down with a jumping jump.

boom!

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

Fast speed, strong strength, and sharp combat intuition... Where did this guy come from?

While Hercules' new power was not yet born, Lancer hurriedly jumped out of the pit and avoided it far away. His arm holding the gun trembled slightly. When he saw the tiger's mouth cracked, the blood instantly dripped to the ground.

The one-hit hit Lancer doubted his life. Hercules quickly followed up and swung his sword again. This time, Lancer learned his lesson and no longer fought with Hercules head-on. He relied on his agile skills to keep wandering around. But soon he was surprised to find that the Berserker on the opposite side had first-class martial arts skills and was also rare in the world when he lost his mind.

Lancer has a rich combat experience. When speed, strength and martial arts do not have the upper hand, he used flexible and changeable tactics to fight against Hercules.

Yes, he just bullies Hercules for no brains!

The two of them were extremely fast, and Hercules was the top power. Every time a weapon collided, it would spark dazzling sparks. The surrounding woods seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, and were destroyed by powerful destructive power. The trees were broken, and a large area of ​​soil was lifted up, and the battlefield quickly became bumpy.

clang!

The red spear drew a brilliant arc and the tip of the spear hit Hercules' belly. Lancer was wondering why the other party was shocked by the sweeping sword without dodging without being able to defend.

clang!!

Lancer raised his gun to patrol, and with a heavy impact sound, his whole person was shot out by brute force. The attack was so strong that Lancer could not reverse the balance in mid-air. He slid for about ten meters before stopping.

Lancer, who had gotten up, felt two heat flowing down, and when he reached out, he felt blood.

"Damn it, my handsome face, I rely on it for a girl." Lancer cursed angrily. In fact, this was his bragging. He never succeeded in picking up a conversation, never once.

After complaining, Lancer regained his spirits, and Hercules put a lot of pressure on him. Not to mention the crushing power, the speed of being proud of him was also at a disadvantage. Including the battles during his lifetime, there was no way to find a few enemies that could make him so embarrassed.

"But this is called fighting, and if one side is one, it will be boring." Lancer wiped his nose bleeding, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to fight against Hercules again, his expression suddenly changed, his face was horrifying, as if he had seen some terrifying scene.

Whoosh!

The red arrow roared, and Lancer did not dodge his side in danger, but he did not expect the arrow to shine brightly at the moment when it passed by, and a bang exploded, muffled his face.

"Ahem cough cough..."

He raised his gun and swept the dust around him. Lancer looked in the direction where the arrow was shot, and then he saw Honga walking out with a proud look on his face.

Lancer swallowed, and cold sweat dripped from the corners of his eyes: "Four...Four followers!?"

Hearing Lancer's trembling words, Hong A felt feeling, knew the helplessness, put away her smug smile, and sympathized with: "Speed, surrender, you have no chance of winning."

Lancer knew that it was a good fortune tonight, but rather than surrender, he would rather die in the battlefield and said stubbornly: "Stop joking, I am a man who is in the battlefield. I have never seen any scenes? There are only four people, and I don't take them seriously..."

After making a decision, he continued, "Tell me clearly first. Don't say that I don't give you a chance. Isn't it just a one-on-one fight? Who is the first to come?"

“Master means to rush over, and if you want to fight one-on-one, we can give you this opportunity.”

When Lancer heard a strange voice again, he felt aching in his heart and turned his neck stiffly, trying to see who it was, but when he turned around... Tm actually had two servants.

"puff!!"

The person who spoke was Lancelot, who was half a position behind Saber, like a loyal guard. Compared to the terrible Fourth Holy Grail Battle, Lancelot was very satisfied with the five battles. He had the opportunity to fight side by side with Daimao, and every minute and every second was worth cherishing.

If there is no white hair that should be cut off, it will be even more perfect!

"Six!?" Lancer looked like a ghost.

There are only seven followers in the entire Holy Grail Battle. Six of you actually hit me. Do you want to have a little face?

Seeing six servants, tall or short, male or female, surrounded themselves, Lancer felt a full of malicious intentions coming. What else can I do to beat, and it is easier to wipe my neck directly.

Lancer is very confident, but before he was too arrogant to pick six, one Hercules made him tired, and the other five... he died of chatting in one go.

What pose should I take when I die so that I can look more handsome?

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

"Hey, hurry up, it's very painful to wait for death!" Lancer waited for a long time and began to complain.

No one paid attention to Lancer, each occupying a position, locking all the space he could move, and it was not until Duke came with two maids that he made a pass.

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

The distance was very close, Lancer calculated and happened to be within the attack range of his spear. With just one blink of an eye, he could remove Duke's heart.

However, Lancer always felt that Duke was strange and looked straight into those eyes, which made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart. Even if the gun was stabbed out, 80% of the chances of returning in vain.

Duke spoke directly: "Ku Chulin, who came to this battle of the Holy Grail with the lancer rank, I appreciate your courage, think about it, be my servant!"

Red a: "…”

Why are others obedient? I am a lackey? Just tell me, do you have any opinions about me?

"I actually saw through my real name. I think you are not an ordinary magician either. But..." Lancer sneer, raised his head and said proudly: "Stop talking nonsense, kill if you want to kill, 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 woke up in his heart. It turned out that beserker was a great hero in Greek mythology. No wonder he was so powerful that he could fight such a strong man, and it would be worth the battle of the Holy Grail.

However, even if your lineup is extremely powerful, I will not surrender. If you have any moves, I will not frown.

When Lancer thought of this, his eyes became more and more determined, without resisting, and he calmly welcomed death. Then he felt his ankle tightening and his whole body was lifted upside down by Hercules.

"Ahhhh!"

What is this...what is this for?

Lancer had a bad premonition. The next second, the earth turned and the sky was spinning. The strong wind suddenly blew, and the strong wind made him cry. The world in his eyes quickly rotated.

The faster it turns! The faster it turns!

“Ahhhh————”

The tragic screams sounded in the mountains and forests. When the decibels broke through the highest note, they were poured into their mouths by strong winds, causing the sound to break, and finally turned into intermittent howling ghosts and wolves, as well as faint sobs.

The loyal and righteous man who was swearing to die was humiliated by the thugs. Seeing such a miserable scene, all the servants present were worried... It would be strange. They watched Hercules dance into a windmill with their arms in peace, and then commented a few times to make Hercules faster.

Hercules seemed to have got a handy toy, and she smiled like a 300kg gay guy. Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey he

Saber frowned and looked at the scene, trying to persuade Duke to give Lancer a pleasure, but as soon as he raised his foot and took it back. Because Lancelot silently took out a bag of potato chips from behind, tore it open and handed it in front of her.

“Ahhhh————”

Dai Mao shook and shook, screaming gradually faded away. Saber took the potato chips and began to calm down in his own world.

Saber has seen too many loyal and righteous people, one more or the other is harmless. At present, potato chips are more important and must be eliminated as soon as possible. The tragedy of small biscuits must not be allowed to happen again!

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