The second dimension life starting from Fuyuki City

Page 297

"Let me do it. I'm the one they're looking for."

"Besides, you probably wouldn't feel safe leaving your Master to the protection of other Servants, Saber."

Saber wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

The other party was right. Although he saved his master, he was still an enemy after all.

Especially when the opponent is a caster who is the best at playing tricks.

"As a caster, you actually want to fight me, a Lancer, head-on?"

Wang Jiang had not expected Mo Yi to jump out on his own initiative. He thought that the other party was cooperating with Saber to attack him. After seeing this abnormal situation, he calmed down instead.

As Scathach's most proud disciple, Cu Chulainn naturally cannot be a reckless man. He is usually reckless because of his self-confidence. When it is time to calm down, he can still calm down quickly and think about the current situation.

"Are you really a caster?"

Looking at the double swords behind Mo Yi, Wang Jiang couldn't help but doubt that the guy in front of him was actually Saber, and the guy behind him who was using the invisible weapon might be of another class.

The previous words were just to confuse me and give me wrong information.

"Wang-chan, I've already told you that you have some misunderstanding about caster?"

Mo Yi pulled out from behind his back the weapons made using the Caster class skill Item Crafting (EX) - Frostmourne and Firedelight.

After two man-made treasures comparable to the highest level were drawn out, a terrifying field of ice and fire instantly formed around Mo Yi. However, under his control, the two opposite forces did not explode and spread out, but intertwined, coexisted, and disillusioned in a magical state of mutual transformation.

"Every caster has a dream of close combat. When the path of magic is finally reached, they become unrivaled with their two swords."

"If you don't even understand this, it seems your training in magic is still insufficient."

"You're such a liar, I won't believe a word you say anymore."

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Fire Joy and Frostmourne, Wang Jiang no longer believed that the other party was the so-called caster. How could a caster's treasure be two top-level holy sword-level broadswords?

"Damn it Saber, let's see who's the real deal."

Arthur, who was just sitting there doing nothing, felt Sajo Ayaka's slightly suspicious gaze and explained with a bitter face:

"I don't know what's going on."

"But my class is indeed Saber. You can check it with the Master's authority."

After seeing that Arthur's class was indeed Saber, Sajo Ayaka was confused. What class was her sister's Servant?

Possessing magical healing abilities, he held what appeared to be a pair of holy swords of the highest rank.

Caster, it's impossible to cast.

Archer's ability is to shoot things, which is also impossible.

Cu Chulainn holding a spear should be Lancer.

Assassin is not right either. There is no assassin who wields two machetes and fights others head-on.

Could it be berserker?

However, after spending some time with him, I discovered that he wasn't crazy at all. He even often said some thought-provoking and philosophical words.

Then there is only one answer, and that is rider!

Dual wielding machetes, riding a horse, or a mount like a dragon, charging towards others, think about it, the style of painting finally becomes normal.

In other words, the opponent's true treasure, Rider's unique mount, has not yet appeared. The Holy Grail War has just begun, so it is very reasonable to hide one's true trump card.

That’s right, Mo Yi’s real class is rider!

This time, it's finally not short and weak anymore.

Chapter 374: Ai Aotian: Pretending is addictive

I am Wang Jiang in society, I am ruthless and don’t talk much!

"Saber——"

Wang Jiang looked at Mo Yi who was holding two swords, and after muttering something, he disappeared in front of everyone with a "swish".

The Lancer class originally required high overall ability values, and the agility value must be extremely high. In addition, the Heroic Spirit who mainly uses long weapons can take up this position.

Cu Chulainn is a Heroic Spirit who is very suitable for this class. As a Lancer, he bursts out with A+ agility speed at this moment. Not to mention that ordinary people like Sajo Ayaka can't see his moving figure clearly, even Arthur Pendragon, who is a Saber, finds it extremely difficult to keep up with Cu Chulainn's attack speed when he bursts out with all his strength without the help of intuition.

However, the powerful stab that appeared behind Mo Yi in an instant was easily avoided at a slow speed as if he had foreseen the future.

"I already told you I'm the caster, and Saber is still watching from behind."

Caster's honor made Grandpa Mo Yi look back at Wang Jiang, who had a cold expression, and explain.

Wang Jiang did not hesitate even though his first attack missed. He thrust out the spear madly, but was always dodged by Mo Yi, who was well-informed.

Judging from Wang Jiang’s appearance, he won’t stop.

At the beginning, he allows the hero to attack, and then easily resists it. This is the basic quality of the Demon King.

Of course, Grandpa Mo Yi will definitely not let Wang Jiang combo endlessly. Even if the opponent's basic attack has a high output, for Grandpa Mo Yi who has the Clairvoyance EX that can predict the future at will, no matter how the opponent combos, he will just miss.

Although Grandpa Mo Yi is in a servant state at the moment and has become a weakened body after being cut twice, Grandpa Mo Yi's weakening does not mean that Wang Jiang has become stronger.

After dodging Wang Jiang's sweep once again, Mo Yi finally took the initiative to attack with the Frostmourne in his hand, making a simple flat slash.

As Scathach's most proud disciple, Wang Jiang is naturally more than capable. He did not let his guard down just because he kept attacking and seemed to be suppressing Mo Yi. Instead, he was always on guard against the opponent's thunderous counterattack.

This simple horizontal attack was naturally blocked by Wang Jiang's horizontal spear.

But Grandpa Mo Yi had already predicted his defense, and the Fire Joy in his left hand just happened to get stuck in the weak point of Wang Jiang's defense, interrupting Wang Jiang's plan to retreat.

As a spearman, he is an assault hero who rushes forward to deal damage. If he fails to kill the enemy, he retreats and looks for another opportunity to deal damage.

Especially when facing Mo Yi, whom he thought was a saber, he needed to be extra vigilant.

Because in terms of data, Saber is often the servant with the highest comprehensive ability value in the Holy Grail War. She may not be as agile as Lancer, but in other aspects such as strength and endurance, she is often much better than Lancer.

In other words, it is irrational to fight or engage in a protracted war with Saber without using the Noble Phantasm.

Wang Jiang naturally knew about this kind of thing, so the moment Mo Yi counterattacked, he planned to retreat. Unexpectedly, Mo Yi's double swords were like poisonous snakes. Although the strength and angle were ordinary, they hit the place where he had to defend at the critical moment.

Moreover, the opponent's attack speed and strength seem to be added up with the number of attacks.

If that were the case, Wang Jiang, as a first-rate heroic spirit, could still handle it, but the opponent's holy sword-level double blades, one cold and one hot, would still be very uncomfortable even if he could block them.

Every man likes the contrast between ice and fire, but if it is excessive, it will be very uncomfortable.

"This is not going to be good."

Feeling Mo Yi's momentum increasing with the increase of combos, and the frostbite and burns gradually accumulating during defense, even with the reduction of magic power, Wang Jiang's defense still became more and more difficult.

"It seems that we can only break away by force."

Relying on some injuries and his inherent skills in posing, Wang Jiang decided to force his way out of Mo Yi's combo storm.

But there is no such thing in this world where you can fight or run away whenever you want.

Wang Jiang's thoughts had long been read by Mo Yi's clairvoyance (ex).

"Xia Ji Eight Slashes!"

Mo Yi shouted out the name of the secret technique loudly, and then the two swords in his hands cut out the eight princesses in an instant, but it seemed that he had only made one attack, hitting the gun of Wang Jiang who was about to escape.

A huge crescent sword energy formed by the interweaving of flames and cold air appeared in front of Wang Jiang, and Wang Jiang had to block it with his spear.

"what!"

Under the impact of the sword energy, the spear that pierced the Death Thorn seemed to be about to be cut off by the sword energy at the next moment, and it had already bent.

"boom!"

In the end, Wang Jiang was able to survive the powerful blow to the crotch. This was thanks to Scathach's craftsmanship in making weapons. No matter how the spear was bent by the impact, it was not cut off by the sword energy, which shows how hard it was.

This is the maximum power of Mo Yi's flat attack output in the servant state.

But Wang Jiang was not feeling well at the moment. Although Mo Yi's sword energy was blocked just now, how could a person with a bad taste like Grandpa Mo Yi attack so directly? That was two attacks.

When the sword energy was unable to break through, the balance of the strange sword energy composed of flames and cold air was instantly broken. When ice and fire met, it naturally exploded violently.

Wang Jiang, whose face was hit by the explosion, was covered with burns and frostbite scars all over his body. Even one-third of his flowing long hair was burned off.

Then he could no longer hold on, half squatted on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with his left hand, looked at Mo Yi, and asked in anger and confusion:

"Why, why do I want to cry so much?"

After hearing what Wang-chan said, Sajo Ayaka finally came to her senses from the battle that was beyond the imagination of ordinary people and was like a myth.

You know, although the two of them were only fighting with weapons, when Wang Jiang's spear hit the ground, the ground immediately scattered like tofu dregs.

Mo Yi's double swords are even more exaggerated. Although the true name of the treasure in Mo Yi's hands is unknown, no matter whether the double swords are wrapped in flames or emitting cold air, every time they collide with the spear, a small explosion will be produced. The only difference is whether it is flames or cold air.

Fortunately, this place had been blocked by Mo Yi's magic a long time ago, so even if there was an explosion, no one would come to watch.

However, it might be on the news tomorrow because another gas pipe explosion occurred in Tokyo.

"This is?"

Sajo Ayaka also noticed that Wang-chan's eyes were red and there were two tear marks on her face.

Is it because he was beaten that he cried?

That's not right. The other party is a great hero. In the myth, he was stabbed several times but he was still a ruthless person who could fight against others as if nothing had happened.

Saber Arthur, who was just there to watch the show, looked serious, but still couldn't understand. He said very carefully:

"The double-sword combo just now was incredibly skillful, hitting Lancer's weak spots every time. The most terrifying thing was the final blow, instantly combining eight strikes into one. Even I wouldn't be able to withstand it unscathed."

Although Mo Yi can be considered an ally, as long as the Holy Grail continues, they will eventually become enemies, unless someone dies early.

Not being able to understand your opponent's moves is a big taboo.

"It's just that I don't understand why Lancer is crying."

"Ayaka, do you know the story behind 'Natsuhime's Eight Slashes'? I'm not a Heroic Spirit from the secondary world, so I'm not very familiar with the Heroic Spirits of this world."

"Xia Ji Ba Zhan, Xia Ji, Ba Zhan?"

Sajo Ayaka said no, but in her heart she hated magic and the Holy Grail War and wanted to stay away from these things. However, she did not slack off over the years and only acquired the mythology and history knowledge skills to the master level, as if this could give her some sense of security.

"Xia Ji was probably a princess of the State of Zheng during the Spring and Autumn Period of the ancient Celestial Empire. She is widely recognized as one of the four great beauties of the era. She was known for her promiscuity and adultery with numerous princes and ministers, leading to a series of historical events. According to historical records, she became queen three times, married seven times, and was responsible for the deaths of nine men. She is known for her role in the tragedy of 'killing three husbands, one ruler, one son, and destroying one state and two ministers.'"

"There are even rumors that she possesses the ability to absorb male essence, maintaining eternal youth, and is still active in unknown corners."

"Even in the mystical world, she's a famous witch. Of course, it's not a good reputation."

When she mentioned this, Sajo Ayaka's face turned red, and she felt ashamed of telling dirty jokes to strangers.

Finally, as if changing the subject, he said:

"However, I have never heard that Xia Ji possesses superb martial arts skills. However, since she is a figure who has been active for more than 2,000 years and is also a figure from the Celestial Empire who claims to be one of the mysterious system, it is hard to say for sure."

"I see."

After all, he was the male version of King Arthur, so he understood it immediately. Wasn't he just a guy similar to his sister Morgan?

However, he never expected that the timid little girl would grow up to be such a knowledgeable magician. It seemed that she had worked very hard over the years.

"Thank you, Masta."

"Need not--"

Hearing the praise, Sajo Ayaka waved her hands awkwardly and said:

"It's nothing, just something any magician knows."

Ignoring the Saber team's erratic behavior, Mo Yi sheathed Frostmourne and Firedelight again and explained seriously:

"Onion, I used a magic called Onion in my previous attack."

"It's an onion—"

Cu Chulainn came to his senses and roared loudly:

"What the hell is an onion!?"

Mo Yi looked at Wang Jiang with contempt and asked:

"Is your Irish memory so poor that you don't even have onions?"

"Of course I know about onions. We have plenty of onions in Ireland, you bastard."