It was a small knife with a wonderful blade that was slender and lacked practicality. It's not something that automatically aims at the opponent's head like the magician's finger just used.

However, once it hits, it means death.

No, the Servant may not die immediately, but it certainly won't be better. After all, neither the great sage Charon and the strongest hero Heron, in ancient Greek mythology, could bear its toxicity.

When the Lion Raid participated in this Holy Grail War, he received the formalin soak of the Hydra larvae as an advance payment. The Lion's Raid has processed its nine heads into various weapons and support items in their appropriate forms. This is the magic poison costume that Lion Tribulation used when fighting as a magician, and it can be called a killer magic poison dress.

Although I don't know if I can successfully poison the black lancer, but at this point, I can only gamble, and I can't leave the trump card in my hand and die like this.

Just as he was determined to give it a go, the Black Lancer who had sent Mordred flying did not continue to attack, but stopped, looked the Lion Raid up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and soon moved back to Mordred.

"Is that what you want? ”

Feeling the doubt, surprise, and distrust in his gaze, a wave of anger rose in Mordred's chest for no apparent reason, and his dead heart burned again.

"Yes, I'm going to be King of Britain!"

"Oh~"

The rising tail note made Mordred very uncomfortable.

"Hmph, what you can do, I can do too!"

"That's right. Artoria didn't give a direct comment, she looked at the lion robber who was in a daze next to her, "Magician over there, do you think Mordred can become king?"

"Of course. "I believe she has the ability and the power, and if I were King Arthur, I would have passed the throne to her." ”

"Master......" No matter how heartless Mordred is, he is also moved at this time. My father didn't believe in me, but my lord believed in what a valuable support.

"Looks like you've met a good Master, Mordred. ”

Mordred gave a thumbs up and grinned at the Master, "Of course, my Master is the best. ”

The lion robbery is in the same position: "You are also the best servant." ”

"Looks like you've met a very good master. Artoria's spear scurled up with a wave of air, "Let me see how far you can go." Are you ready, Mordred, don't be easily defeated by me this time. ”

"Don't worry, this time, I will defeat you - Red Thunder!"

Roaring with emotion-driven magic, radiating, piercing the night, illuminating Mordred himself and the horned lion of the robber.

"I'm on!"

Mordred's shout suddenly detonated the air that was about to erupt.

Saber the Red and Lancer the Black - both lunge forward towards the other.

Saber's goal is to swing his sword from the top and slash him in two with a wave-like momentum.

On the other hand, Laner also stabbed with no less momentum, and the tip of the gun was pointed straight at the heart of his opponent.

Both of them are head-on assaults beyond the human realm, and once they collide, they will inevitably bloom into an extremely brilliant flow of magic, which is a height that almost all modern magicians can hardly reach in their lifetimes.

However, the expected collision was interrupted by the lion's "Saber!" call.

Needless to say, Lion Raid has complete trust in his partner.

However, there was still a trace of uneasiness in his heart. Not for the two servants in front of him, but more distant, indescribable—at this moment, he felt a pinprick pain in his palm, which was the feedback of the enchantment placed around him.

There are intruders!!

Mordred was concerned about the Master's call. There was definitely some kind of meaning to the call just now, otherwise, he wouldn't have called his name.

While thinking of this, she woke up with a chill.

I don't know where I'm going to be attacked, but I'm definitely being targeted by someone.

Throwing from a distance, or shooting, whatever it is, will die if you go on like this!!

In contrast to theoretical thinking, the body responds one step ahead. She applied a slight stopping force to the onslaught and forcibly shifted her body from its original trajectory. That's all I can do now.

Artoria's reaction was almost identical to hers, as if they had been rehearsed in advance, walking in opposite directions and turning abruptly.

At the moment of turning, the wind explosion and rumbling enveloped the two figures, one red and one white.

The magic of "Red Thunder" and "Wind King Enchantment", which was not inferior to that of "Red Thunder" and "Wind King Enchantment", swept the stone street under the feet of the two like cannonballs, and if it weren't for the heavy armor of the two servants, this arrow would have been enough to inflict a lot of damage on them.

And this was only the beginning of the attack.

The magic of the rush has not yet dissipated, and the second round of attacks has fallen from the sky. Three attacks beyond the naked eye fell from the sky, one of them burrowed into the dust rolled up by the magic power, and the remaining two were shot straight at the lion robbery.

Necromancers first start their cultivation by facing their own death. Applying hallucinations to oneself and observing the gradual decay of one's flesh over and over again. The self in the mirror gradually decays and deteriorates - one must get used to this process. Face death, embrace it, and recognize the fact that life and death are together.

The Lion Tribulation, who has been dealing with death for many years, has a sharper sense of death than anyone else, but those two attacks are too fast, far exceeding the reaction speed of the Lion Tribulation, and by the time he realizes that something is wrong, the attack has arrived.

At the last moment, the magic dust in front of him was suddenly split in two, and the silver light accompanied by the red thunder and lightning roared, swept over the head of the Lion Tribulation, and knocked away the two attacks aimed at the key points of the Lion Tribulation.

"Master, be careful!" Mordred and her reminder almost pierced through the fog together. However, the direction in which man moves is not his own master. She hadn't recovered from the first round of attacks, and it was already her limit to be able to save the Master by throwing a sword, and she paid the price of an arrow in her left arm - confirmed, the enemy was Archer!

Just as Mordred was trying to regain his momentum, the third round of attacks also arrived, still three, but even more vicious, all aimed at the weakest link of the three - the Lord Lion Tribulation Realm.

"Master, Hidden !!" Mordred snapped, and without her only weapon, she could no longer support her Master. And without the Master's offering, her journey to the Holy Grail War will also come to an end.

Fortunately, she can't save it, someone can—the knight king Artoria.

Mordred had already used all her strength to perceive the danger, forcibly change direction, and turn and throw. Artoria did not, she only made a forced change of direction, and the changed direction was very close to that of the Lion.

When the third round of attacks came, she rushed forward without thinking and directly knocked into the lion robbery.

The force of the impact made the lion feel like his bones were going to fall apart, but it was better than losing his life.

The moment she stopped, Artoria saw the city's surface building, the Bell Tower.

At the tip of the bell tower were three figures, one of whom was aiming with his bow in the faint moonlight.