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In addition, the "Wind King's Barrier" was inconceivably broken - only when it collided with the spear would the barrier that gathered the wind be broken.

Then the truth is obvious.

"A gun that can block magic power..."

"That's right. If you want to rely on that armor to protect yourself, I think you'd better forget it. In front of my spear, you are like naked."

The slightly frivolous teasing words made people sneer.

"I'm going to get a headache if you're so complacent just taking off my armor."

Now that they knew the threat posed by the spears, they were no longer afraid and the situation was evenly matched.

A refreshing breath burst out, and the silver-blue armor covering the whole body suddenly scattered like water splashes.

Irisviel took a breath in surprise and looked wary.

He took off his armor on his own initiative, including the breastplate, wrist armor, long skirt armor, and even foot guards. With a crisp metallic sound, the armor fragments that broke apart lost the magic power they provided and immediately disappeared like clouds.

"Well, worthy of being an A in average attribute, he's also A in this aspect." Shuoyue stroked his chin, looking at the stunning figure under the bright moon, his golden eyes shining.

"Hmm?" Iskandar naturally didn't understand this kind of modern jargon. "This aspect? Which aspect?"

By the way, this big guy's pectoralis major is at least B or B+.

"Nothing." Shuoyue naturally did not explain, but just smiled and said, "Keep reading, this battle will soon usher in the final victory."

As if to echo what Shuoyue said, the lightly dressed man in blue clothes lowered his sword and shouted sternly:

"Since I can't stop the spear, I'll kill you before I defend myself. Wake up!"

She took a stance again, lowered her sword, swung the blade backward, and faced him sideways. This stance meant that she no longer cared about defense, and only wanted to use all her strength to perform a diagonal slash from bottom to top.

It was obvious that she was ready to decide the outcome with this self-sacrificing blow.

"How decisive! Are you planning to take over the kingdom with one move?"

He had a satisfied look on his face, as if he had seen something he missed, but his tone clearly revealed nervousness.

"I really like your courage and determination..."

The agile man was like a bullfighter facing a wild bull, taking brisk steps to deliberately provoke his opponent and moving sideways continuously.

"But given the current situation, this is a wrong choice."

Chapter 38: Swords and Guns (Part )

“Wait until you block my next attack.

Show no weakness.

For her, there is a big difference between wearing armor and going into battle lightly.

After losing the solid defense, what is gained is more agile movement and enhanced magic release ability.

The so-called "magic release" is a powerful skill that uses high pressure to store magic power in the weapon in your hand or your limbs, and instantly radiates it in any direction, thereby greatly improving your athletic ability.

She is just a petite girl in terms of physique, but the secret to her being able to wield a great sword with ease and fight like a strong warrior is this.

She can convert all the excess magic power into close combat maneuvers. With the release of rank A magic power, even a short stick can become a weapon with great power. If she uses the magic power required to maintain the armor for "magic release", her strength and speed can be increased by at least 60%... The destructive power is enough for her to use an attack that can kill with one strike.

The advantage gained by giving up defense is used to make up for the disadvantage of losing defense. This is the answer that the "Demon Breaking Spear" came up with to deal with it.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and the stalemate between the two servants seemed to freeze even the air.

Both of them were masters, and both had the ability to judge the opponent's next move through the changes in magic power and muscles. Therefore, although they declared that they would win, they still maintained a confrontation and did not act rashly.

Until his right foot stepped into a patch of sand.

The fierce fight between the two men had already lifted the asphalt on the road, revealing the soft gravel layer underneath the asphalt.

The legs were unstable and the movement paused for a moment.

Without giving them a chance to regroup, a violent explosion shook the air, and the previously invisible golden sword now shone brightly in the night sky.

The Wind King's barrier was automatically lifted.

This is another means. At the moment of releasing the Wind King's barrier, the bound atmosphere will be released all at once like a weapon, pushing her to approach the enemy as quickly as a cannonball.

This was his plan. With the help of his physical fitness, he would release magic power and the Wind King's barrier, break the prediction at three times the speed, and swing the sword that would surely win.

The speed several times faster than the speed of sound broke through the atmosphere, and the shock wave blew up the surrounding debris like leaves.

There was no possibility of stopping in this state. Even if the counterattack would cause her heavy damage, she was ready to take his life at that moment.

Faced with the high-speed advance, the red gun seemed to have given up on the fight back, and remained motionless.

Instead, it was his feet that moved.

He had intentionally captured that tiny gap in order to reach his current position, where something was left behind.

I won.

Having grasped the chance of winning, he revealed a fierce smile and kicked up the sand under his feet with his right leg.

However, what flew into the air was not only the sand, but also the pistol that had just been thrown.

The tip of the pistol was pointed at him eagerly, and the talisman on the pistol had been removed, revealing the bright yellow gun body underneath the talisman, emitting a heart-pounding magical power.

Although rare, there are heroes in history who are famous for their dual guns, such as Dong Ping, the "Dual Gun General" among the 108 Generals of Liangshanpo, Scathach, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, and the one who is currently competing with the Knight King, all great heroes in Celtic mythology.

More importantly, a Heroic Spirit's Noble Phantasm is by no means limited to just one.

From the beginning, they were setting a trap.

He showed his aura openly, seemingly waiting for an opponent worthy of a fight. In fact, this was also a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait.

The former Fenian warriors turned their hunting targets to the King of Knights.

Unfortunately, it's too late to wake up now.

I can't stop, and my gun won't stop.

The two can only wait for the moment when the winner will be decided. Perhaps at that time, it will not only be the winner but also life and death that will be decided.

The wind is blowing hard.

Life and death are intertwined.

The blood-red flowers of the other shore bloom brightly and then disappear in an instant.

The two people who exchanged positions stopped and looked back.

Both of them stood straight, not losing their will to confront each other, and both Servants were still alive.

In the final moments before the outcome was decided, the trajectory of the attack was slightly deviated.

As a result, the short spear that was originally waiting to pierce her chest did not penetrate, but only pierced her left wrist. Similarly, the golden sword also missed her vital point, and the tip of the sword slashed her left wrist.

Coincidentally, both of them were injured in the same part of the body.

But is the price they paid for this scar equal?

Fuyuki Bridge, a few minutes ago.

"Let's go, kid."

Weber was concentrating on observing the decisive battle when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar of Fate and lifted up.

"Put me down! I haven't finished watching yet!" Weber yelled in dissatisfaction, like a child whose TV was turned off halfway through a cartoon.

"Let's talk about the rest when we get there." He rejected the master's request a little impatiently and threw the empty bottle in his hand away. The guy used his ultimate move and he wanted to end the battle quickly. "

"No, isn't this good..."

"Idiot, what are you talking about?" He drew out his dagger and glanced at Weber. "I wanted to see the situation before more people arrived. But if we continue like this, we might be eliminated. It will be too late when something happens."

? But he should be at a disadvantage now, right? "Weber said subconsciously, he can't block this sword!"

"You can't reason without evidence. That would just lead you astray, my friend." Shuoyue picked up the empty bottles with his left hand, and replaced the space with his right hand, throwing the garbage bag in. "Think carefully, what weapon did you use at the beginning?"

"Weapons or something... weren't they guns? And there were two of them, and then one was thrown away."

"So where is the one he threw away?"

"It's..." Weber searched in the image and soon exclaimed in surprise, "It's behind me. No, it's moving! It's approaching that gun!"

"There's something wrong with that pistol!"

"That's right." Shuoyue nodded, strode to the side of the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and said in a dull voice:

"If this gun was a disguise from the beginning, then it should have been thrown farther away instead of being left in the middle of the battlefield and becoming a variable."

"Besides, the Master, with all his strength, would not bother to make such a superfluous disguise."

"Don't forget, that guy was clearly out to find other masters, not to mention ordering his servants to use their Noble Phantasms after the stalemate - how could such a guy take the initiative to cover up."

With a loud laugh, Iskandar slashed his sword towards the sky, summoning the mighty chariot of the divine thunder:

"And now, right in front of us, the two of them have made my blood boil. I like them very much, it would be a pity to let them die."

“How can you not let them die? The Holy Grail War is all about killing each other! Uwaaa!”

Weber scolded hysterically, but his voice was unfortunately interrupted by a flick on the forehead.

"Victory without destroying; domination without humiliation. This is true conquest!"

Stand tall and speak loudly about your will.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! Your behavior is totally incomprehensible!"

"Hmm? If you're unhappy, do you want to stay here and watch?"

"I want to go! Take me with you, you idiot!"

"Very good, this is how you become my Master."

Amidst his hearty laughter, the King of Conquerors' Noble Phantasm emitted a thunderous roar in response to the call.

"Now is the time. Run, the wheels of God!"

The sound of wheels rolled away, but on the Fuyuki Bridge, there was still a young man smiling bitterly.

"You're just leaving me here alone without even saying hello?"

As he got on the seat, the beast beneath him began to roar restlessly.

"That's right. After all, from now on, we have changed from drinking buddies to enemies. After all, there is only one Holy Grail."

The young man with golden eyes and white hair whispered, then turned the handlebars and sped towards the warehouse street at a speed not inferior to that of a chariot.

And his servants had already rushed to the battlefield.

The so-called Fenian Warriors are actually a translation problem, it is almost the same to say they are Fianna Knights.

Chapter 39: Swords and Guns (Part )

"You are really difficult to deal with. You refuse to accept defeat easily... Your tenacity is truly remarkable.

He looked at it with a sad smile, and seemed to be unconcerned about the wound on the inside of his arm. As expected, the wound healed automatically like a movie rewinding, leaving no trace. With the Servant's own healing ability, this recovery speed is too fast. It should be that the Master who is currently hiding in the dark and watching the battle has performed healing magic.

On the other hand, her beautiful appearance could not hide her pain and anxiety.

Irisviel, please treat me as well."

"I have already performed magic! I have already used it, but why..."

Compared to the injured Irisviel, who was supporting from behind, seemed even more panicked.

Irisviel was indeed the best magus. Putting aside the fact that her body was originally a "creation designed" for strengthening magic, it was impossible to make a mistake in such a small matter as using healing magic, and even if she did fail, Irisviel herself would know it.

but--

"The healing magic did work. You should have fully recovered by now."

The blonde girl was carefully watching her every move while staring at the injury on her left wrist. The injury was not serious, but the problem was that the tendon of her wrist was cut off, and the most important thumb among her five fingers could not move. As a result, she could not hold the sword with enough grip strength.

Everyone could feel the fluctuations of Irisviel's magic power, and she knew that there was nothing wrong with Irisviel's treatment, but the wound on her wrist did not heal. The thumb of her left hand was like a congenital disability, and she could not move it at all.

Seeing that no one was attacking him, he calmly bent down and picked up the yellow pistol that had fallen to the ground with his left hand.

"You are smart enough to realize that armor cannot withstand my 'Demon-Breaking Red Rose'."

He casually revealed the real name of his Noble Phantasm. Perhaps he thought that since the effectiveness of his Noble Phantasm was already known, there was no need to hide it any longer.