Tonight, Liaohai City is destined to have no sleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the "Green Gold Group Explosion" during the day and the "Taishan Mirage" in the evening, the rumors of the "Green Dragon Roar" quickly spread among the citizens of Liaohai, with the residents living on the west side of the city as the source. Liaohai City is backed by the sea, and the older generation of people have made a living from fishing for generations, and the traditional "Sea God Festival" has been passed down to the present. The sudden arrival of night in the evening, coupled with the "roar of the green dragon" at this time, the old people of every household are chanting names such as "Dragon King" and "Poseidon Niangniang" in surprise and panic, which also casts a more mysterious veil on the strange events in recent days.

However, it is better to see than to hear, and only those who have really witnessed the "roar of the green dragon" in the western part of the Liaohai Sea can realize what a terrifying existence it is that descends from the clouds. Purple thunder slashed wildly across the city, enough to scare any outlaw, but it still couldn't compare to the murderous look of the green dragon phantom.

The sword light of the green dragon glaive fell from the sky in the posture of the green dragon, even though he knew that he might be just a small black spot in the eyes of the green dragon, and the eyes that regarded life as nothing would never be aimed at him, but people still couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, and couldn't help but scream loudly, trembling.

A thought spread wildly in the minds of these witnesses, occupying all their minds - flee, the farther away the better.

The seeds of panic began to sprout unexpectedly, and the first batch of fugitives had already taken advantage of the night to set off in a hurry, in order to avoid the imminent wrath of the dragon king, they drove their cars, and even had no time to bring more luggage, they began to escape and set off towards the border of Liaohai City.

No one could have predicted what kind of despair they would face in a few dozen minutes. And after that moment of despair, there is the real hell.

At this time, under the roar of the green dragon, the black iron giant man who stood up to the sky did not move. Without showing any signs of panic or attempting to block or dodge, the Holy Grail Lancer tried to take the knife hard. But André no longer simply thinks that this is an act of self-destruction, but tries to find a reasonable explanation for this move, because from the beginning of the war to the present, the impact of the Heroic Spirit on him is really beyond his imagination.

Although the magician himself is a heretic, this does not affect Andrei's recognition of the powerful magic of the relic. In his view, the Christian relics with firm beliefs undoubtedly have a more powerful mystical level than the mystical decline of the Oriental pan-faith. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to summon the Servant of the Western Foundation on this land of God. However, Chivalry Guan Gong and Holy Grail Lancer Xiang Yu subverted his preconceived notions and shattered his shallow self-confidence.

Now he was extremely glad that Chivalry was on his side, and maybe he really had a chance tonight to take the "Holy Grail" prefix of Lancer's rank. But thinking of this, he began to worry again, because he was not the only group who coveted the Holy Grail prefix, and the Star Coin Lancer side was even more powerful. Although according to Claude, Star Coin Lancer himself is of average strength, just today, a Servant who calls himself the "God of War" joined their camp, and even Claude, who has such a strong Archer, is afraid of it. If they attack tonight, the situation will take a turn for the worse.

Andrei did not dare to delay, and told Patrina to observe the situation, while he ran to the area outside the battlefield to set up the barrier. Although the movement of the "Green Dragon Glaive" just now was amazing, the right enchantment could still play a certain role in blocking it, at least it couldn't let others pick peaches easily.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield is not optimistic.

The Holy Grail Lancer's "Overlord Slaughter" is like an invisible army, and the sky collapses everywhere it goes, leaving no land behind. Under the ravages of this treasure of destruction, the space on which existence depended was no longer the unbreakable impression of the past, but seemed to have turned into a soft cream cake, which was easily dismantled by the king's long knife, and was even crushed by a huge force and scattered into mud.

The streets affected by this treasure have become the stage for the end of the world: the rock-solid foundations of the road are shattered like tofu dregs, and they fly miserably in the air: the street lamps are still bright, but they are scattered everywhere, like the light of fireflies; The mall building, which no one has left behind, is like a dismantled building block, and the smooth and huge incision seems to have been split by the sword of the gods, becoming drifting garbage in the already chaotic space.

However, in this extremely hostile battlefield, the sword Lancer Percival is still struggling to advance. Even as her steps became heavy, her charge did not slow down in spite of the dangers of the road ahead, and her eyes remained as firm as iron. Although the flame sparked by the Godslayer has been reduced to its weakest, there is at least one person's faith that supports it, and that is the sword Lancer himself.

Just as she still firmly believed that the Holy Grail could save the Kingdom of Britain in the face of countless opposition, and still supported the noble king as a saint from the bottom of her heart, she stubbornly believed in the gods she had never met, and believed in the power of miracles. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is just a fool's unrealistic dream, but for her, it is the whole life.

Look at me, O my king. This time, Percival will live up to the name of the Knights of the Round Table!

Though pale, the flame glowed warmly, and the sword Lancer walked resolutely through the shattered space. Due to the turbulence of space, one second she was still running on the broken ground, the next second she was running upside down on the ruins of a building dozens of meters high, and even recoiled dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. But she was still not half lost or tired, and the fighting spirit in her eyes became more and more high.

Even so, Patrina, who succeeded Andre on the battlefield, was still not optimistic about her efforts. And what made her even more unsettling was that Sword Lancer was not the only one in the predicament. More than ten seconds had passed since the dragon's roar just now, and the green dragon-like sword light still hadn't landed on the Holy Grail Lancer.

Whatever you see, you can kill. Neither the dying enemies nor their shining swords could escape the fate of being completely destroyed by the overlord of Western Chu. The green dragon sword that came first was lost in the chaotic space, just like the sword Lancer.