Dark Soul Moon

Those who come must be extremely powerful fighters.

She had only felt this kind of aura like the rest of her life from the Lion Knight.

So, could it be that he came too?

This thought flashed in Arturia's mind.

"..."

Mordred unconsciously entered a fighting state.

The Servants that appear must be extremely powerful Heroic Spirits.

The oppressive atmosphere made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"How many people have been killed and how many battles have gone through before the aura can appear?"

The abyss watcher couldn't help thinking.

And the Ghost King had an excited smile on his face.

She thought that the white guy with the gun would be her worst enemy, but she didn't expect that there was a stronger opponent.

"It's not a loss at all this time! This breath is not much different from that guy's, right?"

Alcohol thought so.

"..."

As the footsteps disappeared, a dark figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

It was the warrior whose figure was covered by the thick black mist.

"Is this guy a heroic spirit?"

Mordred stared at the visitor and asked unconsciously.

"Saber!"

Only then did Weber emerge from his hiding place, and then he saw the dark figure.

"I can't see what is going on with all the ability values!"

He couldn't help exclaiming.

"I'm afraid there is some kind of treasure that hides identity."

Altria said lightly.

Ashes looked at the three servants on the field, his expression remained unchanged.

Although the opponent is relatively strong, I am afraid it will be very difficult to fight.

However, there is nothing to say. Since it is an enemy, it must be ruled out.

Even if those three servants made him feel familiar.

He stretched out a hand, and then a huge black sword appeared in his hand.

Amidst the sound of the armor rattling, the great sword dragged out sparks on the ground.

"Is it me?"

There was an interested smile on Shuten's face.

"Just let me see, are you really that powerful?"

Crimson lines lit up on the hands.

The other party deserves her to do so.

"what!"

The terrifying power was condensed on the fist, and the ghost king punched it.

The fist brought a fist wind, blowing away the surrounding dust.

At this time, the extra-large sword also arrogantly slashed at the ghost king.

"boom!"

Fist and sword intersected, making a sound like an explosion.

The Ghost King stepped back twenty steps.

At the same time, the pitch-black figure retreated more than ten steps one after another before stopping his retreating tendency.

"Hiss...the strength is stronger than mine?"

Jiu Tun's expression was a little perplexed.

The power from the blade was stronger than hers.

Mordred, who was protecting his master, turned serious.

The new guy is even stronger than the horned servant before?

She had personally experienced the power of that purple follower.