The goal is in sight, within reach, but it can never be reached. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe same scene is not only on the border of Liaohai City, but also on the battlefield near Yejia on the west side, and a similar scene is being staged. Although the coverage is not as good as the former, it is just as effective and even more threatening.

The hill, which seems to be small in size, but can never be climbed, suddenly stretches across the street, completely separating the left and right battlefields that were originally faintly separated, but still connected. If someone stands halfway up the mountain, they can still see the battle situation behind the mountain and hear the sound of shouting from the other side, but if they can't pass through the steel fortress that stops on the mountain, they will never be able to pass through this battlefield, and any ability to cheat through space will not work in the face of this barrier-like pass.

Not to mention the Overlord Charge under the blessing of the Scarlet Whirlwind, even the previous skill effect comparable to the teleportation of the "Enemy of Ten Thousand People" could not allow the Holy Grail Lancer to break into the other side of the battlefield without hindrance and kill Guan Gong and Percival, who had temporarily lost their combat effectiveness. It was this brief moment of obstruction that bought time for Guan Gong and Percival, and the two who were knocked out of the air were able to get up from the rubble and face the uninvited and powerful "Ancestral Dragon" again.

As mentioned before, the area covered by the hill seems to be nothing more than a street, and it seems that it can be easily bypassed with a few charges. However, the moment he stepped on the mountain, the overlord felt the unusual magic of the land. There is no doubt that in front of this treasure forged by the iron-blooded Spartans, anyone who wants to win without a fight or be opportunistic will not be able to get their wish, no matter how far you run on this mountain, you will never be able to run out of the range of the hill, just like the never-ending Five Finger Mountain, from the moment you face it, you have been trapped in it, and only by breaking the core of the treasure can this effect be lifted.

And the core of the Noble Phantasm, the Servant who launched the Noble Phantasm, is holding on to the pass halfway up the mountain with his compatriots at this time. They were Spartans, and this is Thermopylae.

The Overlord's footsteps did not hesitate from the beginning, and his direction did not change, and for the first time, his heavy black iron body galloped across the battlefield like a speeding tyrannosaurus, directly taking the steel fortress that could not be opened. In the face of the fire oil projected by the defenders, the overlord was naturally not afraid, although in his lifetime, there were almost no such things on the battlefield, but with B-level military strategy skills, he had the ability to understand everything on the battlefield in an instant. Therefore, before the oil hit the ground, the Holy Grail Lancer not only did not slow down to dodge, but suddenly accelerated the charge.

The overlord knew in his heart that just the fire oil was not lethal to himself in armor, and the defenders threw fire oil on the battlefield and then ignited it with fire arrows, which could build a sea of fire on the battlefield, and on the battlefield before his death, this environment could be said to be the nightmare of the besieging party. If the throwing position is precise enough, it can even trap the siege army in a specific position, and then it can be easily eliminated with a bow or arrow, or a stone. The hellish sea of fire is the graveyard of life in any era, and even on the battlefield of the Heroic Spirit, the flames created by the Noble Phantasm have risen to a level that can be effective against the Servant, and it should not be underestimated.

In order to control the enemy's position, the Spartans threw fire oil and harassed them with boulders, which contributed to the final formation of the sea of fire, whether the enemy was hit or slowed down. Therefore, the overlord cannot be stopped by the flames, and only rushing under the city gate before the sea of fire is formed is an effective means of dealing with this strategy. This idea would be difficult to achieve if a large force were attacking together, but it was the most suitable means for the Holy Grail Lancer, who had only one person. Facing the fire oil and boulders whistling like meteors, the demon god of black iron did not hesitate for a moment, and the fire oil accelerated when it fell, and the boulder hit it with a halberd when it came to the end, and the Holy Grail Lancer was like a violent black hurricane, straight through the battlefield filled with gunpowder, tearing all obstacles to smitherenation, and killing all the way to the bottom of the hot spring pass.

In the case of a normal war, the defenders should have been distraught, as it meant that one of their main strengths—safe distance—was gone, and the defenders were about to start seeing blood in a hand-to-hand battle with only one wall apart. But on the walls of this hot spring, the Spartans only gave orders and running footsteps, like the mechanical sound of precisely working gears, low and cold, but with the power to control the whole machine.

The hard boulder crackled down like raindrops, but turned into ashes under the long halberd that flew like a wheel, and the overlord's footsteps did not pause at all, and suddenly chopped the ground, and the body of black iron flew in the air on the not very solid city wall, but only splashed some dust, and the city wall itself did not move at all. The heavy body of the demon god showed strange flexibility, and the rolling wood and stones of the defenders could not hurt him at all, or even slow him down at all, and seemed to be helpless. The giant horn on the overlord's helmet had faintly reached the height of the city wall, and after two or three more steps, the killing god would rush up the city wall and slaughter the defenders on the wall with his martial arts.

However, at the moment when the hexagonal demon god mask poked out of the city wall, the cold moonlight seemed to condense into substance, piercing the overlord's eyes like a cold arrow, but he could still see the corner of the murder weapon that wrapped the moonlight on it, the silver steel was melted into a ferocious arc, and the sharp crossbow blade opened in all directions, condensing into an indestructible crossbow tip in reverse, flashing with a deadly luster—a crossbow arrow the size of a human head.

A strange sense of disobedience hit the overlord's brain, and a detail suddenly came to his mind - in the era of the Spartans, it seemed that the oil had not yet made its way to the battlefield. In an instant, the appearance of a huge crossbow bolt was explained. The Spartans were similar to him in that they were skilled in combat and proficient in the use of killing weapons, so any handy killing weapon could appear on their home turf. However, the hot weapon itself is a different story.

In the next instant, the huge crossbow bolt let out a low roar, like a shadowless ghost, with a terrifying power that pierced through the steel, shot out in a very short distance. But the time of the Overlord's probe was extremely short, not even a moment, and the deadly crossbow blade was wrapped in sharp wind pressure, but it only had time to split a deep mark in his merciless helmet.

Falling from the city walls, the Holy Grail Lancer fell silent, reaching out his arm, which was also wrapped in black iron, and touching the top of his head, which was oozing blood. It wasn't just the upper end of the mask that was split, the two corners were missing, leaving only a smooth incision.

Beneath the mask of rebellion, the demon god let out a low laugh.