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clang!

Facing the incoming attack, Karna raised his spear and blocked it steadily, but at the same time, the flame burning on the golden spear also faded, and the mighty torrent of magic power turned into fragments and dissipated.

The spearman with golden spear and golden armor is as bright as the sun. The swordsman with white hair and silver armor has blurred lines on his chest.

Behind Little Sun, the iron pillar supporting the sign was cut off by the aftermath of the sword energy, silently announcing how heavy the swordsman's blow was.

It actually broke the charge of the Noble Phantasm... Karna frowned, facing the sudden confrontation, and whispered in a voice as cold as the cold air:

Who are you?"

Next to Silent, a fat man showed fear and disgust, glaring at Hong. It was Gold who came over breathlessly.

"Is it 'Hei'? That solemn and fierce sword energy can't be from the likes of Hei or Hei."

The opposite is silent agreement.

I took a quick glance. Although the goal is the same, the other party's purpose is probably not to exclude, but to win over. As long as the neutral people are included in our camp, it will undoubtedly be overwhelmingly beneficial to our camp.

As if acting as a proxy, Gold took a step forward and extended his hand to the girl with golden hair tied into a ponytail and wearing a silver forehead protector.

"It was a close call. Oh, I'm here to greet you."

Jeanne d'Arc nodded slightly when she was called. "The black one and his master?"

"Yes, my name is Gold Mujik Yugdomrenia. I am listed as 'Black' in this Holy Grail War. Now -"

Gold raised his head, pointed at Red, and accused him arrogantly:

"Hongyo, we saw your attempt to kill him with our own eyes! It is an extreme violation of the rules to try to kill the Heroic Spirit who presides over the Holy Grail War!"

Facing Gold's condescending accusation, Karna's expression did not change at all: "I don't deny it."

Immediately, he changed the subject, and all the hero's murderous intent was directed at Gold and his servants.

"Of course, since the Black Camp has appeared, we have to start with you."

"Shut up!" Gold waved his rough hand and glanced at Jeanne, "You'd better accept my punishment honestly!"

This sentence is both a condemnation and a proposal to fight side by side. Even Gold's eyes have the power to not miss Red's attempt to release the Noble Phantasm. At present, fighting side by side with that seemingly powerful privilege and defeating him is the best strategy.

The attack just now was clearly aimed at him. Of course, he would accept this proposal...Gold was sure of that.

"No." Unexpectedly, after hearing this, he cast a sharp glance at Gold, "If you want to fight here, I have no objection, but I will definitely not take action, please rest assured."

What? ! "

Facing the speechless Gold, he declared with a cold expression: "The Red's desire for my life and the Black's desire to fight the Red are two completely different things. As a person, I have the obligation to uphold the discipline of this battle."

The values ​​of this servant are totally incomprehensible. Someone clearly wants to harm him, but he has to wait until the battle is over?

Gold complained in a voice so low that it was hard to say. But Red remained completely calm. He didn't care about the crisis of facing two opponents at the same time. He just half-closed his eyes and proudly declared:

"You want two of you to fight me together? I don't mind."

——As mentioned at the beginning, Karna only spoke the truth as he saw it, which was not arrogance or pride.

But for Gold, who looks good on the outside but is rotten on the inside, this might sound like an unforgivable humiliation to him?

"Varied……"

Gold was speechless for a moment. He was surprised that he was being contemptuously denounced as despicable, and was shocked that he could still speak so freely even when facing the strongest.

Surprise immediately turned into hatred, and Gold roared with anger! Kill him! Defeated that Red! "

After hearing these words, Kuro, who had remained silent until then, nodded slightly and took a firm step with the pace befitting a hero.

"Really? Then it seems that you and I are going to kill each other."

The golden spear pointed forward, and at the moment when Karna finished speaking, he saw the swordsman smile. It was only for a moment, a faint smile that no one could detect. At that moment, the corners of the heroic spirit Siegfried's mouth did relax.

His eyes were inadvertently filled with nostalgic thoughts. The black color, which was completely different from the times and the motherland, reminded him of something.

"I have seen men with similar eyes to yours."

Karna couldn't help but utter an insignificant remark, and Hei tilted his head slightly, as if urging him to continue.

"That man is undoubtedly a hero... If you look at me like that, it means that our fight is not accidental, but inevitable."

The fighting spirit was burning like a blue flame - this is not an exaggeration, the red magic power was burning on Karna's body, and it looked like a big sun rising from the horizon.

In response, Hei Ye, who had kept silent, quietly let the sword energy surge. The air creaked and emitted a burning smell. Was it because of the two's weapons? Or was it because of the amazing fighting spirit bursting out? It was unknown.

However, one fact is clear to us.

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

The swordsman's face gradually overlapped with the man who killed him. Karna raised the corners of his mouth, feeling the collision of each other's aura, and felt so happy.

At this point, I will not allow any obstacles to get in the way. Let us fight to our heart's content and kill with all our might!

We, the Heroic Spirits, are all seekers and fanatics who continue to fight until the end of our lives. Even though we have now been given a second life and manifested in the world, our faith remains unchanged!

There was no loud shouting, nor any sign of tearing cloth, but the fighting spirit between the two sides was like a burning flame, gradually infecting everything around them.

Then at a certain moment, there was a clash of guns and swords!

Chapter 410: The Angry Altria

Chapter 411: The Angry Altria

As the original plot developed, two top-level servants with maxed-out defense and strength engaged in a battle before dawn.

In the forest not far away, Shuoyue, who was the first to provoke the dispute, was being hunted by Hei.

There were constant sounds of gunfire and shots, and from time to time there were flashes of fire shooting up into the sky and trees collapsing in the forest.

As the Master, Rokudo Reika could only stand outside the forest, hands clasped in front of her chest, silently blessing her Servant.

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

——At least that’s what the black masters see.

In the forest, two dark shadows were chasing each other. The young man in front set up a series of formations, then suddenly clapped his hands and chanted a spell.

An invisible barrier was formed in an instant, and dazzling light and shadows immediately filled the entire world. After completing the camouflage, Shuoyue tilted his head to avoid the stab of the red magic spear.

call!

The strong wind whistled, and was squeezed down by the slender arms, but then bounced back unconvinced, taking 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 moment, Shuoyue seemed to give in, and smiled and raised his hands in surrender:

"We have set up a barrier around us, which is enough to conceal our presence, my king."

The implication is that there is no need for Dai Mao to chase him with murderous intent.

"Oh." Altria muttered softly, slowly retracting the red magic spear.

For some reason, Shuoyue saw some reluctance in her eyes.

???

Before he could ask, Altria blushed and changed the subject: "Is that the real Joan of Arc you mentioned?"

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

"Well, Joan of Arc, the savior of Orleans. A full thousand years have passed since the legend of King Arthur ended and her legend began."

"A thousand years...?"

Dai Mao's face was slightly stunned. After the end of the Fourth World War, she entered an eternally isolated utopia where she had almost no concept of time. As a result, her understanding of the times was also interrupted.

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

Only at this moment could Altria feel how ruthless and absurd time was.

Clap, clap...Shuoyue clapped his hands, awakening Daimao from his deep thoughts. He casually brushed the surface of the lake in the center of the forest, and the reflection of the battlefield emerged in the quiet water.

Ignoring the fierce fight between Little Sun and Fei Ge, Shuoyue controlled the magic to continue to expand, and finally locked onto Jeanne d'Arc's pretty face.

Her long golden hair was tied into a ponytail, and her amethyst-like eyes sparkled with the same dignity as someone else.

So beautiful, so familiar.

——In order to give her a surprise, Shuoyue deliberately didn't tell Daimao about Jeanne's appearance.

"How is it, my king?" Shuoyue raised his eyes and looked at Altria who was standing there in a daze, and said with a smile, "What do you think of seeing a saint who looks like you?"

At this time, he missed the marshal of the Fourth War very much. It was a pity that Ryunosuke died early and the marshal was not summoned, otherwise Daimao's reaction would be even more interesting.

But even so, when Dai Mao saw Jeanne's face clearly, his mouth was still slightly open, and he was shocked.

Letting down her ponytail, putting it into a bun, and putting on holy blue contact lenses - with the Saint and the Holy King having the same temperament, even if the Knights of the Round Table came, they probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them!

And at this moment, Shuoyue hooked his finger with evil intention, and the camera fell on the undulating mountains on Joan of Arc's chest.

Compared with the smooth sailing of Altria, the gap is so huge that it is regrettable.

No, shame on you!

As if humiliated, Altria flew into a rage, threw away the scarlet magic spear, and pointed it at the throat of the rebellious knight with the flashing sound of the Spear of the End.

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

"I was just immobilized by the Sword in the Stone. Besides, you dare to humiliate me like this. It seems that you don't deserve the punishment, Lord Shuoyue."

Come on, don’t pity me just because I’m a delicate flower... Shuoyue almost wanted to say this, but looking at Altria’s slightly gloomy face, he held back the dirty words.

I forgot that Dai Mao has a mature woman form this time, and she obviously cares about it very much... After all, Jeanne d'Arc is just a 19-year-old girl. As a country girl, how could she develop so well... ahem.

Being pointed at by the holy spear, Shuoyue couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His mind was in a mess, and all he could see was Altria's bold outfit. Coupled with her innate holy temperament, she looked both abstinent and charming.

At least don't raise your hands, you're about to see everything... Shuoyue turned his eyes away silently, and Daimao came back to his senses from his anger. His body stiffened, and he quietly put down the Holy Spear, coughed lightly, and tried to pretend that nothing had happened, and whispered:

“It feels very novel to me.”

"Novel?" Daimao wanted to change the subject, and Shuoyue naturally followed suit, "What does this mean?"

"How should I put it, um..." Artoria thought for a moment and gave an example uncertainly, "Like...sisters?"

Unlike Mordred, who was a man-made human, Jeanne was strikingly similar to Altria in both appearance and temperament. If he hadn't known that he was a woman, Dai Mao would have suspected that the royal blood of Britain had flowed into Orleans.

Hearing Altria's description, Shuoyue was shocked and tried to agree calmly:

"They do look like sisters... Yeah, almost like Mordred."

"Sir Mordred?" Artoria glanced at Shuoyue and said coldly, "I have always regarded her as a Knight of the Round Table, nothing more."

My king, what kind of scumbag statement is this? A child without a mother is like a weed, well, the kind that grows wildly.

Shuoyue's mouth twitched, and he was about to have a good talk with Daimao about Xiao Mo's matter, but in the water mirror, Joan of Arc seemed to sense something, and cast her gaze in the direction of the woods, with a look of doubt in her purple pupils.

Suspected?!

Shuoyue was startled and quickly canceled the detection magic. Artoria also interrupted the conversation, picked up the red magic spear, shrunk her body from a mature woman to a young girl, and wrapped herself in the black robe that Shuoyue gave her.

Sure enough, a curvy figure is more pleasing to the eye... Shuoyue couldn't help but glance at Altria, and Daimao thought Shuoyue was asking for her opinion, so she nodded seriously without thinking too much:

"Well, then let's get serious about the second step of the plan."

"Okay." Retracting his thoughts, Shuoyue responded in a low voice, his golden eyes dyed with azure rainbow, "I will be a little rough next, please forgive me, my king."

"Heh..." Artoria didn't get on the car, but the pride of being a strong person still made her chuckle, "Of course, don't worry about me, just come on, Lord Shuoyue."

So, Shuoyue quickly flipped the safety, aimed at Altria's head, and fired a bullet filled with magic power. Altria raised her eyebrows, and the air in the air gathered on the red magic gun, shaking violently, and sent it forward like a chainsaw.

Zila——!

Amidst a loud bang, the barrier shattered, and two black robes soared into the sky, and in a fight without limits, they crashed into the equally fierce battlefield of servants!

Chapter 411 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Gun

Chapter 412 The Strongest Sword and the Strongest Gun

The guns tore through the air, roaring and wailing.

The sword is like a fragment of wind and clouds, with a sharp whistling sound.

The battle was fierce, like a dying life. The sparks faded, and the two huge forces were evenly matched.

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

But increasing the distance will inevitably cause the attack speed to slow down. After a thrust, retracting the spear will cause a slight loss of time.

Of course, Hong's spearmanship was worthy of the name of the world-renowned hero Karna. Gold, who was just a person, probably couldn't even see his movements clearly, that was beyond doubt.