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His fighting spirit was blazing like blue flames - this was not a description. The red magic power was burning blazingly on Karna's body, and it looked like a big sun rising from the horizon.

In response, Kuroya, who remained silent, quietly let his sword energy surge. The air creaked and smelled of burning. Is this because of their weapons? Or is that amazing fighting spirit bursting out? This is unknown.

However, one fact is clear.

——Ah, is that so? You too, you are also looking forward to fighting me.

The swordsman's face gradually overlapped with that of the man who killed him. Karna raised the corners of his mouth, feeling the collision of their auras with such joy.

Now that things have happened, I will no longer let any obstacles interfere. Let us fight to our heart's content and fight with all our strength!

We heroic spirits are all seekers and fanatics who continue to fight until the end of our lives. Even now that I have gained a second life and appeared in the world, that faith remains unchanged!

There was no loud shouting, and there was no tendency to tear the silk, but the fighting spirit of both sides was like scorching heat, gradually infecting everything around them.

Then at a certain moment, guns and swords clashed!

Chapter 410 The explosive Artoria

Chapter 411 The explosive Artoria

As the original plot develops, two top servants with full defense and strength started a confrontation before dawn.

In the forest not far away, Shuo Yue, who was the first to provoke the dispute, was being pursued by Black.

The sounds of gunshots and gunshots were heard constantly, and from time to time there were flames shooting into the sky and trees falling down in the forest.

As the Master, the Sixth Director Lingxia could only stand outside the forest, clasping her hands in front of her chest, silently blessing her followers.

But judging from her confident face, it was obvious that she was not at a disadvantage in the battle.

——At least in the eyes of the Black Masters.

In the forest, two black figures chased each other. After the young man in front set up formations, he suddenly clapped his hands and chanted a spell.

An invisible barrier formed in an instant, and the entire world was filled with chaotic light and shadow. After putting on a disguise, Shuo Yue turned her head to the side to avoid the attack of the red magic spear.

call!

The strong wind roared, and was squeezed down by the slender arms, but bounced up unconvincingly, and took off the hoods of the two black robes. Then the handsome young man and the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes appeared together and looked at each other. After a while, Shuo Yue seemed to be subdued, smiling and raising her hands in a gesture of surrender:

A barrier has been set up around us, which is enough to hide it from others, my king.

The implication is that there is no need for Dai Mao to pursue him murderously.

oh. Arturia murmured in a low voice and slowly retracted the red magic gun.

For some reason, Shuo Yue saw a little reluctance in her eyes.

? ? ?

Before he could ask the question, Artoria blushed and took the lead in changing the subject: Is that the real Joan of Arc you are talking about?

Although it was not very clear, with the servant's eyesight, Dai Mao could naturally see the figure of the girl standing in the distance.

Well, a full thousand years have passed since the end of King Arthur's legend and the beginning of her legend, Joan of Arc, the savior of Orleans.

A thousand years...?

Dai Mao looked slightly startled. After the end of the Fourth World War, she entered the eternally isolated Utopia, where there was almost no concept of time, and her understanding of the times was also broken.

It turns out that after me, there are so many heroes who rose and fell like meteors, and gathered in the same era because of those bright wishes, and raised their swords and guns in order to summon their master.

Only at this moment can Arturia feel how ruthless and absurd time is.

Bang bang... Shuo Yue clapped his hands, waking up Da Mao from his reverie. He casually brushed the surface of the lake in the center of the forest, and the reflection of the battlefield appeared in the silent pool.

Ignoring the fierce battle between Little Sun and Brother Fei, Shuo Yue controlled the magic to continuously amplify, and finally locked on Joan of Arc's pretty face.

Her long golden hair was styled into a ponytail, and her amethyst-like eyes flashed with the same awe as someone else.

So beautiful, so familiar.

——For the sake of surprise, Shuo Yue deliberately didn’t tell Dai Mao about Joan of Arc’s appearance.

How is it, my king? Shuo Yue raised her eyes, looked at Artoria who was stunned on the spot, and said with a half-smile, How do you feel when you see a saint who looks the same as you?

At this time, he missed the marshal from the fourth battle especially. It was a pity that Ryuzosuke died early and the marshal was not summoned, otherwise Du Mao's reaction would have been more interesting.

But even so, when Dai Mao saw Jeanne's face clearly, his mouth still opened slightly, and he fell into shock.

Spread her ponytail, tie her hair into a bun, and put on holy blue contact lenses - with the identical temperament of the Saint and the Saint, even if the Knights of the Round Table come, I'm afraid they won't be able to tell the difference between them!

At this moment, Shuo Yue hooked her fingers with evil intentions, and the camera fell on the undulating mountains on Joan of Arc's chest.

Compared to Artoria, who was so flat, the gap was so huge that it was disappointing.

No, shameless!

As if she had been humiliated, Artoria flew into a rage. She threw away the red magic spear, and the shining final spear rang out, pointing directly at the throat of the rebellious knight.

At the same time, Dai Mao's body also changed, becoming tall and plump. The clear and charming Yujie looked directly at Shuo Yue, and her tone was as cold as the impact of ice cubes.

I was just fixed by the Sword in the Stone. Besides, you dare to humiliate me like this. It seems there is a lack of punishment, Shuo Yueqing.

Come on, don't pity me because I'm a delicate flower... Shuo Yue almost wanted to say this, but looking at Artoria's slightly gloomy face, she still held back the saucy words.

I have forgotten that Dai Mao has the form of a royal sister this time, and she obviously cares about it... After all, Joan of Arc is only a nineteen-year-old girl, and she is also a village girl, why can she develop so well... cough cough.

Being resisted by the holy spear, Shuo Yue couldn't help but swallowed. His mind was in a mess, and his eyes were full of Arturia's bold clothes. Coupled with her innate holy temperament, she was simply ascetic and Charm.

At least don't raise your hands, you're going to see everything... Shuo Yue silently turned away his eyes, and Dai Mao also recovered from his anger, stiffened, quietly put down the holy spear, coughed lightly, tried to pretend as if nothing had happened, and lowered his voice Voice:

I feel very new.

Novelty? Dai Mao deliberately changed the subject, and Shuo Yue naturally cooperated, What does this mean?

How should I put it, um... Artoria thought for a while and gave an example with some uncertainty, Like... sisters?

Unlike Mordred, who is an android, Jeanne is strikingly similar to Arturia in appearance and temperament. If he hadn't known that he was a woman, Dumao would have doubted whether the blood of Britain's royal family had flowed to Orleans.

Hearing Artoria's description like this, Shuo Yue was shocked in her heart, and tried her best to agree as calmly as possible:

They do look like sisters...well, almost like Mordred.

Sir Mordred? Arturia glanced at Shuo Yue and said in a cold tone: I have always regarded her as a Knight of the Round Table, nothing more.

What kind of scumbag is this? A motherless child is like a grass, well, it grows like crazy.

The corner of Shuo Yue's mouth twitched, and she was about to have a good chat with Dai Mao about Xiao Mo, but in the water mirror, Jeanne looked towards the direction of the woods as if she had something to say, with doubts in her purple eyes. color.

Being suspected? !

Shuo Yue was startled and quickly canceled the detection magic. Arturia also interrupted the chat, picked up the red magic gun, shrank her body from a royal sister to a young girl, and wrapped herself in the black robe that Shuo Yue gave her.

Sure enough, it is more pleasing to the eye to have the front and back curves... Shuo Yue couldn't help but glance at Artoria, and Dai Mao thought that Shuo Yue was asking for her opinion, so he nodded seriously without thinking too much:

Well, then according to the second step of the plan, let's be more serious.

Okay. After she recovered her thoughts, Shuo Yue responded in a low voice, her golden eyes dyed with azure iridescence, I'm going to be a little rough next time, so please forgive me, the king.

Ha... Artoria didn't follow the car, but her pride as a strong person still made her chuckle, Of course, don't worry about me, just come on, Shuo Yueqing.

So, Shuoyue opened the safety switch with a flash of lightning, aimed at Artoria's head, and fired a bullet filled with magic power. Artoria raised her eyebrows, and the air in the air gathered on the red magic gun, trembling violently, and passed it forward like a chainsaw.

Zila——!

Amidst the loud noise, the barrier shattered, and two black robes rose into the sky, and in an unlimited fight, they crashed into the equally fierce battlefield of servants!

Chapter 411 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Spear

Chapter 412 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Spear

The gun tore through the atmosphere, roaring and roaring.

The sword was broken, the wind and clouds were flying, and the sound was screaming.

Fierce fighting is like withering life. The sparks dissipated, and the two huge forces were evenly matched.

In terms of distance, the spearmen naturally have an advantage. After all, the tip of the spear held by Hong is more than one meter long.

However, increasing the distance will inevitably cause the attack speed to become slower. After a thrust, retracting the spear will cause a slight loss of time.

Of course, Kurenai's spear skills did not disgrace the name of Karna, the world-famous hero. There is no doubt that Gold, who was purely human, could not even see his movements clearly.

However, the one who accepted this barrage of shots, which was as hard as a stone wall - was the 'Dragon Slayer Siegfried' of the Netherlands. His swordsmanship has reached the inhuman realm, and he uses the slight loss of time to gradually close the distance.

However, a swordsman cannot naturally defend himself against spear thrusts just because of his excellence. It is absolutely impossible to withstand the combo of spear strikes that enter the divine realm based solely on skill.

Despite this, Hei calmly gradually shortened the distance. It was an extremely unintended act that even those who were supposed to know his legend wanted to stop.

Dare to sacrifice in order to succeed... It is too simple to put it in words. However, it is accompanied by great difficulties in practice, and most people fall deeply into the quagmire called death.

Heigen took a step forward. He manipulated the sword with minimal movements, and deflected the spear's combos without missing a beat. But since they were moving forward, they couldn't keep up with the speed of the spear. Several thrusts hit the vital point, the artery was cut, and the eyebrow was penetrated————This is how it should be.

! ?

After witnessing what could be described as a strange scene, Kurenai immediately retreated. He pulled away and glanced at him with eyes that seemed to freeze the darkness.

The wound is so shallow.

Not just one blow, but seventy-eight shots struck Hei. No matter which blow is struck, it is the key to impartiality. Unexpectedly, he put on a posture calmly.

He was not without injuries. But the wound was ridiculously shallow. With the power of Karna's spear, it would not be surprising if his arms were shattered and his eyes were gouged out. But Gold's healing magic immediately blocked Hei's wound. This fact showed that Siegfried's wound was so shallow that it could even regenerate immediately.

How can it be. It would be unbelievable to say that all those combos were blocked, but it still made sense in theory. However, despite receiving a direct hit, it is really impossible to only sustain this level of damage...

This is both an impossible event and a phenomenon that actually happened. Well, there must be a reason. Either he is favored by God like those from his own camp, or he has gone through many hardships, or else——

Ah, I see, I understand.

The long-lost feeling of exaltation rolled in my chest. This black one is indeed very similar to 'him'.

...Undoubtedly, Black is no exception when it comes to shock. The illegal-level ability he possesses The Dragon's Blood Armor reproduces the legend of Siegfried, the heroic spirit bathed in dragon blood, and can neutralize attacks below B level.

In other words, if the Noble Phantasm is not fully activated and the gun is used as a simple weapon, it is impossible to injure it.

However, all the seventy-eight consecutive attacks he unleashed resulted in injuries to him. Although they were minor injuries, they could be recovered immediately with just the healing magic, but this fact was enough to make the heroic spirit Siegfried shudder.

In other words, Hong's spear contains physical attack power equivalent to A-level. Needless to say, the gun itself must be quite a treasure. But it was impossible to unleash a blow that could penetrate the dragon's armor with these alone. This is a destructive power that can only be produced with amazing physical strength and excellent skills.

Fantastic.

She looks calm on the outside, but feels joy on the inside. During his lifetime, he had never even had the experience of fighting against such a heroic figure. Since defeating the evil dragon that destroyed thousands of villages, he has created countless legends with his immortality - but the feeling of passing through the death line that seemed to consume his soul is no longer there.