Chapter One Thousand and Fifty

"Are you stalling for time?" With a bad thought in his head, Qing immediately stood up and came to the bridge to hold on to the railing and looked down. The battle between Lancer and Mordred is still unusually hot even after so long, no one has the advantage, even if someone occasionally falls into a disadvantage, the situation will soon turn around, and the strength is just right, which not only gives people hope, but also makes people grit their teeth and watch the advantage be taken away again, forcing people to continue to fight with explosive power.

"Trouble--- Qing secretly clenched the guardrail, this situation didn't show anything abnormal at first glance, but after a long time, the anomaly gradually revealed. His side successfully entangled the other party and cut off all ways to escape. But at the same time, being entangled is also mutual, and no one can get out in this case, and it is expected that they will not be willing to evacuate. As long as this state can be maintained, even if the way out is blocked, as long as the other camps intervene, the blockade will naturally be broken, and everyone will enter the fire pit together!

Qing turned and looked around, Lancer was able to use this tactic, foreknowing that other factions were coming, it was absolutely impossible, he didn't have the energy to probe outside of the battle. Then, the only one who can give Lancer this kind of countermeasure is the master, and if he understands the situation in the vicinity, this unknown person should be in the vicinity of this area, hiding in the shadows, knowing the situation in real time, and helping the predicamented Servant to relieve the crisis.

However, there is no feedback from either the gaze or the direct perception of the magic power, and there is no suitable standard for the existence of this near the distant river. 'Am I being too careful?' Qing shook his head negatively in his heart, Lancer's kind of advance and retreat style of play will not be untargeted, unless he really thinks that he is in a deadly situation, and then starts to fight psychological warfare, with the help of the opponent's suspicion and the scruples of the seven-way melee, to create a way to live out of nothing!

But is it possible? Qing doesn't know, it's not himself who fights, there is no way to sense the flow of the breath of the party in this place where there is no hand and contact, if you can switch positions with Xiao Mo, rely on real zero-distance contact, feel the other party's every move, every change in expression, and the intuition that can't be described in words, relying on these without much speculation to feel the opponent's thinking, see if he is really cheating, or if there is indeed a royal commander.

“Assassin! Let's use the Noble Phantasm! "The situation is not suitable to continue to be dragged on," Qing shouted solemnly towards Mordred. If it can be used to consume two to three more hours of time in the battle, Xiao Mo does have a chance to win, on the one hand, the average master will never let his Servant really fall into a dead end, and consume mana indefinitely, and it is almost impossible to want the human body to provide unlimited mana. On the other hand, Xiao Mo felt that he couldn't overpower his opponent and no longer minded the third person intervening in the battle.

Mordred, who was fighting, heard the command, a light flashed in her eyes, and a sword picked away Lancer, who had been fighting to the death for a long time, and pulled away, the corners of her mouth hooked a vicious arc, at this moment she had been waiting for a long time, using the treasure to destroy the opponent! In fact, she also knew that once she used the military treasure, there would be a lot of movement, which would inevitably attract the attention of more opponents and lead them to this side, so she didn't use it without authorization and proposed to use it, but if it was the master who ordered the liberation of the treasure, then of course she wouldn't be stingy in this regard!