The Warrior of Love

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【Dazzling Flash Shield B】

Class: B;

Type: Anti-military treasure;

Valid range: 1-30;

Maximum capture: 100 people;

By releasing the True Name, the shield will release a strong magical light, causing damage to the target and forcing it to faint. Even if it does not faint, the agility attribute will be greatly reduced for a short time due to the blindness of the eyes.

Chapter 410: As restless as red thunder

The blonde knight girl rode her "warhorse" towards the place where the incident happened, her soft twin ponytails fluttering in the night breeze. The bright moonlight shone on her, making her look heroic and beautiful.

However, ordinary people cannot see this scene. At most, they can hear a gust of wind, which is caused by the "war horse" flapping its wings.

The "war horse" under the girl's crotch is quite extraordinary, with long wings, strong limbs and sharp eagle claws. The upper body and head are like a majestic eagle, but the lower body is structured like a horse.

It's called "Hippogriff", and it's a mythical beast born between a griffin and a mare, and it shouldn't exist (griffins feed on horses).

Its combat power is weaker than that of its parent griffin, but its "mystery" is even better. It is not inferior even to the "Pegasus" of the Age of Gods.

This is the symbol of Bradamante's "Rider" class, which brings her unrivaled mobility among Servants.

The reason why he entrusted the reconnaissance mission to her with confidence was because of the existence of the Hippogriff, which allowed her to escape safely even if she was ambushed by enemy servants.

Of course, this idea may be a bit of an underestimation of her.

Although she looks like just a cute girl, she does have strength that is not inferior to other heroes. With many treasures, she has a high chance of winning when they meet on a narrow road.

"Here?"

The Thousand World Tree Clan does not live in towns, but has an independent castle as its base, but it is not far from the town.

For a Hippogriff, this distance was just a matter of flapping its wings a few times. Bradamante quickly arrived at the town where the incident occurred and sensitively sensed the residual magical fluctuations.

However, the attack happened last night.

No useful intelligence could be obtained from the devastated scene. The attackers only left traces of their coming, but no clues of their leaving, as if they had disappeared here.

No, maybe it really is like that. For a Servant who can transform into a spirit, this is not a difficult task.

After confirming that this was not an accident but the result of the Servant's actions, Bradamante left the scene and rode his Hippogriff over the town, searching for any possible clues and to see if there were any enemies hiding in the area.

——Then I met him.

I thought the enemy would hide, but I didn't expect them to be wandering around the streets so righteously, with an attitude of "Come and attack me quickly."

"Hey, you, what a weird thing you're riding. I've never seen a horse like this before."

On a deserted street late at night, a girl with her blonde hair tied behind her head, wearing a tube top, hot pants and a red jacket, called out to Rider fearlessly.

The girl's expression was extremely provocative. Although she had a noble and beautiful face, she inexplicably revealed the temperament of a bad youth.

"Come down quickly and let me ride this beast for a try. I think it can run very fast!"

"Uh..." The White Feather Knight was silent for a moment and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at the rude girl with a rather strange look.

This... Although he once thought that this might be a trap set by the enemy, Bradamante now felt that it was definitely not a trap - who would send such a reckless beast to launch a sneak attack or ambush?

However, Black Rider did not become careless and remained vigilant.

Perhaps this girl in a red jacket is useless in terms of etiquette and manners, but the aura she exudes is genuine. She is a first-class Servant who is not weaker than Rider, or even stronger!

"Did you kill the magician in the city?" Bradamante frowned and asked condescendingly while riding on the Hippogriff.

Perhaps because she hated looking up at others, the bad girl who dressed to keep up with the trend said "tsk" hard.

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"Isn't it you?" Bradamante said to himself without any doubt. "Indeed, I don't think you are the type to hide and attack humans."

"It's so boring to keep talking so much!"

The girl suddenly became impatient and said anxiously.

"It's really boring to talk about this and that, but anyway... you are not a Servant on our side, right?"

"I am the Rider of the Black Camp, Bradamante, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors!"

The young knight with golden twin tails had no intention of hiding her identity and gave her real name openly.

"Enemy, although we are destined to not understand each other, let us at least show our true abilities and have a good fight!"

"Huh? You're introducing yourself right away... Not good, I ran into a serious guy. I hate chivalry etiquette and such, and I wanted to hide it for a while... Um, can you tell me, Master? Oh, thank you, you really are very sensible!"

The girl in the red jacket paused, as if she had communicated with someone who was not here and obtained the other party's permission.

“Then listen carefully. You will be shocked when I tell you my name! I am Saber, Red Saber! My real name is Mordred—the great king who reigns over Britain!”

"Ugh?!"

Bradamante was actually shocked by this real name, a shock both physically and mentally.

"Mordred... the Knight of the Round Table?"

“Huh, it seems you’ve also heard of my legend. There’s nothing I can do about it, I’m just so famous!” Red Saber felt inexplicably proud.

And seeing her expression, Bradamante felt dazed.

As a knight, the girl has always regarded the "Knights of the Round Table" as her idols, and has received help from Merlin during her adventures, so she naturally respects the legendary knights.

I didn't expect to meet one of my childhood idols under such circumstances, and he was the sensitive "rebellious knight"...

Fortunately, the two sides are in a hostile relationship, so there is no need to think too much.

Compared to her, Mordred had no psychological pressure. After giving her real name, she began to mobilize the magic power in her body. Leaping red lightning burst out from her body. Amid the surge of magic power, a thick and hard full body armor covered her.

There is almost no exposed skin, as if the whole person is wrapped in a can. Even the head is covered by a peculiarly designed fully enclosed helmet.

Armed like this, it’s hard to tell their identities, let alone gender.

Red Saber stretched out her hand and a gorgeous magic sword that seemed to be condensed from red thunder appeared in her hand.

"Okay, come on, Black Rider!"

"Although you are also a glorious Knight of the Round Table... I will not show mercy, so be prepared!" Bradamante showed a gorgeous lance in his hand.

——At this moment, there are countless surveillance demons watching this place.

Some people are pondering, some are looking forward to it, some are very excited, and some are secretly worried...

Even Jiang Liu in the Thousand Worlds Tree Castle was silently looking at this place from afar.

Everyone is looking forward to the first battle between Red and Black, the Knights of the Round Table and the Warriors of Charlemagne, and Saber and Rider!

Chapter 411: Scattered White Feathers, Pitch-Black Arrows

Demonic light shone, red thunder rushed, and the strong wind pressure made the weeds in the cracks of the bricks lie tightly on the ground. The bursting sparks ignited the atmosphere, making the dead and cold night noisy.

The iron swordsman wielded thunder, and there was no magnificence or elegance in his rough moves, which were just the embodiment of violence. Every slash was extremely clean and neat, and the running red thunder left deep marks on the brick and stone walls, and the aftermath alone almost flattened the surrounding buildings.

However, this aggressive style of play failed to defeat her opponent. Strictly speaking, she could not even threaten the opponent.

It's so fast!

The White Feather Knight rode the phantom horse as if blending into the night wind. Although it was large in size, it was extremely agile. Sometimes it flew into the sky, and sometimes it shuttled through the streets and alleys. The narrow path did not hinder its movements at all. It was truly incredible.

No matter how fast it gallops on the ground, it cannot outrun a single flap of Phantom Horse's wings. Even if it is locked by the Red Thunder, Hippogriff can escape Saber's capture range in the blink of an eye.

His miraculous riding skills, coupled with his close connection with his "beloved horse", allow him to perform evasive maneuvers without instructions, making Rider Bradamante overwhelmingly more mobile than the rebellious knights.

But the Rebellious Knight did not give up. Instead, he followed his fighting instincts and continued to adapt, looking for ways to defeat his opponents and gradually tipping the balance back to normal.

Saber is a wild beast. She is definitely not the type who can only take a beating without fighting back. On the contrary, the more she is suppressed, the more aggressive she becomes.

The dragon factor gave her impressive vitality and explosive power, allowing her to persevere even in adversity, which allowed her to find a way to fight against Bradamante.

No matter what, if the White Feather Knight wanted to attack her, he would have to get closer, and that would be Saber's chance for revenge.

Without the initiative and with a weapon that is not as long as hers, Saber seems to be in a passive position at first glance. However, because of her "intuition", she can often catch that momentary gap and strike first!

Although it was difficult to stop Rider, he could close the distance with the enemy while avoiding fatal injuries, and then release red lightning from the magic sword that could destroy rocks.

The special skill called "Magic Release" prevents Saber from being attacked purely passively. Although the White Feather Knight has the upper hand in roaming, once he gets close, he will be at risk of being swallowed by the red thunder... This is no joke!

Even the world-famous Twelve Warriors of Charlemagne would not be fearless enough to use their bodies to resist the magic sword.

Such a fierce battle should have woken up everyone in the town, but in fact the whole town was still in darkness. Only the streets were illuminated by dim street lights, and no residents came out to check the situation.

Perhaps it was because those who were watching in secret had already set up something like a barrier to repel people.

Therefore, the two female knights could fight to their heart's content without any worries - not really.

It seemed lively and both of them were injured, but in fact, neither of them had yet shown their best skills.

In the Holy Grail War, Servant battles are often battles for Noble Phantasms!

It is the crystallization of fantasy sublimated from the legend of heroic spirits, the thing that best proves the status of a hero. Only by releasing the treasure can the victory or defeat be determined!

However, both Bradamante and Mordred maintained "restraint".

Firstly, the Master hadn't given permission, and secondly, the occasion was simply not right.

Their treasures are the kind used on the battlefield, and once released, they will inevitably draw in everything around them.

The White Feather Knight is upright and pure in character, and naturally will not despise the lives of ordinary people.

As for the rebellious knight, even though she has a bad character, she was once a Knight of the Round Table and she still has some basic common sense.

Saber has an absolute advantage in close combat, while Rider has unrivaled mobility and is cautious, not giving the enemy any chance to take advantage.

The Rebellious Knight would not be stupid enough to jump into the air to chop the other party, and the White Feather Knight would not dismount for a fair fight. Neither of them would give up their advantage, so it is difficult to determine the winner in this situation.

"If the fighting continues, it will be dawn."

Fatigue surged from all parts of his body, and the eagle under his crotch began to slack off. The White Feather Knight looked at the color of the sky and began to have the idea of ​​retreating.

Her durability is already quite good among the servants, even many of the Three Knights cannot compare to her, but it is somewhat lacking compared to Saber.

Although the rebellious knight was also panting, his every move was still as bold and the power of his slashing was not reduced at all. It was as if he was getting more and more excited as the fight went on.

Is this "Saber"?

Are you sure it's not "Berserker"?

No, no, no, this has nothing to do with attributes and job descriptions, but rather the difference in personality.

Red Saber's fighting spirit seemed overwhelmingly stronger than Rider's... making it difficult for the White Feather Knight to cope with it.

"Well, that's about it. If we continue fighting, someone will probably come to disrupt the situation. Is that okay?"

This is the territory of the Thousand World Tree Clan. The reinforcements of the black side will definitely arrive faster than those of the red side. Saber is actually fighting away from home here, and anyone with any rationality would not choose to fight a protracted war.

——If she really has such a thing as "rationality".

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Red lightning flashed, and Saber, who was extremely angry, roared and threw the magic sword out directly!

"ah!"

Bradamante, who thought Mordred would calm down and weigh the situation, screamed and subconsciously ducked to avoid it. Hippogriff also dodged in time, but was still affected by the red thunder.

Although she was not hurt, her gorgeous and beautiful figure became disheveled.

"you you--"

Bradamante wanted to say something but suddenly stopped. After a moment, he cursed with an indignant smile.

"I have never seen a knight throw his sword away. A Knight of the Round Table is acting like a wild beast. Lord Merlin will surely cry if he sees this."

"Huh? Merlin? Tsk!"

Mordred, who took back the magic sword with a casual move and tricked Rider, seemed to be in a good mood.

"Don't let that damn old monster show up in front of me, or I'll beat him up every time I see him."

"Humph!"

Bradamante, who respected Merlin immensely, suddenly felt bad.