Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

Mordred was not surprised, but even so, it could not clear away the resentment in her heart.

"Damn it!!!"

The anger in my heart grew stronger.

Mordred once again tightened his grip on the sword, crimson lightning wrapped around his body. Clearly, this was a sign of another Noble Phantasm being released.

The rebellious knight did not sit idly by and wait for death, but instead chose to fight to the end against this nearly invincible illusion.

"It's just an illusion, a fake thing, don't underestimate me!!!"

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Chapter 26: Suppression

Bang!!!!

The silver and purple swords missed each other, and the silver and purple figures passed by each other.

The silver "Gawain" only held the sword in one hand, but he was able to suppress the purple Lancelot. The bull-like strength made the latter's knuckles slightly painful.

A piece of piano music suddenly rang out. Tristan stroked the bow with his five fingers, and pressed his slender fingers on the strings, playing a beautiful melody.

It’s a pity that no one else here would listen to his performance attentively, and there was a murderous intent hidden in this beautiful music.

Rose-colored "rays" of energy flew out from the bow in his arms, accompanied by beautiful and elegant music.

Each of them aimed at different parts of the enemy's body and flew away.

That is Tristan's unique attack method.

Each of his blows landed firmly on the enemy, but without exception, each blow did not cause even a trace of damage to the enemy who was as strong as an ox.

It is like a "city wall", difficult to shake at all.

It has to be said that the enemy's "imitation" is not just an illusion. It even restores the "statistics" of the Sun Knight very well.

A strong wind suddenly swept across the battlefield. It was the aftermath of the fake "Gawain" fighting Lancelot with sword skills that were no different from Gawain himself.

A head of rose-colored hair fluttered behind the knight with his eyes closed. He frowned, worried about the current battle situation.

The enemy actually didn't care about his harassment at all. He would defend himself a few times at the beginning, but now he doesn't take his attacks seriously at all.

"How sad! My 'Qin Yin' can't even attract attention."

Tristan's words were filled with lamentations about the current situation.

The sadness in his words came completely from the heart, and his expression at this moment was like that of a lost artist whose works were not appreciated, which was really pitiful.

"Even Gawain couldn't subdue the enemy before him, and was even beaten like that."

He still remembered the miserable state of Gawain that he and his companions had seen when they first arrived.

It had been a long time since Tristan had seen Gawain in such a miserable state since he was summoned by the king and later granted protection.

"Even Mordred disappeared under the enemy's strange power, and his life or death is unknown..."

Such a distressing atmosphere was drowned out by the tense battle situation not far away. No one cared about his sighs or his feelings.

Neither the enemy who pretended to be Gawain nor Lancelot who was forced to wrestle with him paid any attention to this secretly grieving person.

Boom-! ! !

Another heavy blow landed on the sword.

For some reason, every attack from the enemy in front of him would intentionally or unintentionally hit his weapon.

It's like taking a test.

An inexplicable sense of uneasiness vaguely emerged in Lancelot's heart.

Seeing that he was unable to resist with strength, Lancelot chose another way. He suddenly released the strength in his hands and used the strength of the enemy's sword to send his body away.

Even if the price was a heavy blow to his wrist.

He was caught off guard by the strength of the enemy's "imitation," and the fake city beneath his feet was almost indistinguishable from the holy city outside.

Even though there was no living person in the area, they could still hear the laughter of the residents in the surrounding environment.

The enemy's abilities were extremely strange. With the experience of Mordred as a lesson, Lancelot was extremely vigilant when fighting the enemy.

But before he could create much distance, the "Gawain" in front of him crushed the ground with one foot and rushed towards him, almost teleporting, closing the distance in an instant.

call--

A raging red-gold flame arose on the silver-white sword.

The temperature around him rose rapidly, burning Lancelot's armor.

Gawain raised his sword and swung it once more at the purple knight before him. The thick, long blade of flames increased the weapon's length fivefold, undoubtedly blocking the knight's escape route.

There is no way to avoid it, you can only fight back.

Lancelot immediately raised the sword in his hand. Instead of defending, he faced the enemy's attack direction and swung his sword.

boom--! ! !

Being intercepted in advance, Gawain's sword did not accumulate too much power, allowing Lancelot to take it intact.

The scorching flame blade stopped in front of the purple knight's face. The extreme heat hit his face, burning his lips and making them crack.

A powerful force came from the sword. Although he blocked the attack in time, the enemy's reaction now seemed to rely on his own strength to completely "crush" him.

This forces the former to use his other hand to support the sword head to resist the enemy's strong force.

Lancelot had experience fighting Gawain. After all, in that legend, he had fought a protracted battle with the latter and ultimately emerged victorious by fighting longer than the effective time of Gawain's blessing.

But the enemy before him was highly similar to Gawain himself in both tactics and martial arts.

But it wasn't the Sun Knight himself.

The tactics that could be used against Gawain had no effect on the fake creature in front of him who bore Gawain's appearance.

After all, no matter how similar they are, the other party is not Gawain himself.

Lancelot could still see something different from Gawain in his opponent's every move.

Boom-! ! !

Without any time to react, a strong impact suddenly landed on Lancelot's chest, and a huge pain instantly filled his entire upper body.

“Gu—!?”

The sudden attack caused a strong physiological reaction in the purple knight's body.

The pain that almost suffocated him, after sweeping through his chest, began to spread throughout his body.

Just as the enemy was about to press on with their victory, the murderous music sounded once again, and countless dense rays of light flew from behind Gawain.

This net composed of light left no room for its huge body to dodge.

However, facing this attack, Gawain remained motionless, simply raising his idle left hand without turning back and facing the direction of the attack.

A golden barrier appeared behind him, blocking the path of the light.

However, those rays of light seemed to have life. When they were about to hit the barrier, they suddenly changed direction and formed an arc, bypassing the barrier in front.

Bang bang bang——!!!

Some of the attacks hit Gawain's armor, causing countless noises, while the vast majority of the others, following Tristan's will, accurately struck the former's unprotected head.

The head, a weak point in the human body, was hit by all the attacks from the red-haired knight who had his eyes closed.

Although he was unable to even shake his body, Lancelot was able to take advantage of the moment when the enemy's head was completely covered by his companions' attack to escape from the enemy and then retreat dozens of meters away.

And the moment he stood still, he immediately raised his sword in front of him and stood still.

A blue-silver light immediately appeared on the sword in his hand and quickly covered it completely. At this moment, a huge amount of magic power also gathered on the sword in the purple knight's hand at a high speed.

After a short fight, he had a rough idea of ​​the enemy's strength.

Therefore, he was convinced that he could not defeat the enemy in front of him simply by relying on martial arts.

If the opponent was simply imitating Gawain, Lancelot could deal with it a little, but the enemy was more than that.

The opponent even has other powers, including the strange ability to make Mordred disappear.

This undoubtedly made the Lake Knight feel extremely difficult.

And right now, there is only one way.

When the enemy in front of him regained his sight from the distraction, Lancelot's sword was ready.

"[Broken Chains: Aroundight Overload]"

Without waiting for the other party to react, he immediately crushed the ground, turned into a purple afterimage, and rushed towards the enemy.

When Xuer's vision recovered from the rose-colored light, the first thing he saw was the silver-blue light coming straight towards him.

call--

The purple figure passed by Xiuer like a breeze.

When the two lights intersected, they also passed through Yu Xiuer's body.

Lancelot stood behind the former, and the light from his sword also stayed on the enemy's body at this moment.

Xuer looked curiously at the blue sword pattern that emerged from his left shoulder and quickly moved towards his right waist.

The next second, a dazzling silver-blue light flashed behind him. After a few seconds, perhaps because of some side effect of releasing this treasure, Lancelot took a few breaths and turned back to observe the enemy's situation.

He did not let his guard down, and while breathing he was always aware of the movements behind him.

He didn't think that his Noble Phantasm could kill the enemy directly.

After all, even Gawain couldn't defeat the opponent, and the scene of the opponent taking on Mordred's continuous Noble Phantasm was still vivid in his mind.

But even if it doesn't kill, it will at least cause considerable damage.

That's why he wanted to turn back and check the enemy's situation.

However, before he could see clearly, the voices of his companions reached his ears first.

"Lancelot, beware!!!"

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"Oops~ I'm sorry, it's my first time driving too."

At this time, a uniquely shaped golden vehicle was speeding across the vast desert.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Da Vinci was driving the car safely while apologizing to his two companions sitting in the back seat.

But the faint smile in her mouth made it seem that she didn't feel much apology.

Although the current speed is still fast, it has slowed down a lot compared to the speed when it first started.

At least the boy doesn't have to continue screaming.

"Woo..."

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka was leaning on the car window in a daze, and it seemed that he had no strength to respond to the other party.

Therefore, the task of responding to Da Vinci fell on Mashu, who was in a relatively good condition.

"I think the senior hasn't recovered yet. Da Vinci kiss, you were driving too fast just now."

"Come on, senior, drink some water, it might make you feel better."

"Wow...thank you, Mash..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at his companion who handed him water with gratitude.

“Gulu…Gulu…Huh—alive!”

The young man let out a long sigh and vomited out the discomfort in his stomach.

"I felt like I was about to throw up everything I ate in the temple not long ago."

"Ahahaha... I'm glad you're okay, senior."

Mashu smiled awkwardly. After all, except for Ritsuka Fujimaru who was still a human, everyone present had the physique of a Servant.