Two spears clashed mercilessly on the corridor

Her gun has a black shaft but a silver tip.

The gun was taken by Charon from the top of Mount Pelion. A murderous weapon given to her father, Peleus. The spear was thick and heavy, and no one but Achilles could wield it freely

Originally, such a long-handled weapon was extremely inconvenient to use in a narrow place. If you are a regular warrior, you will probably choose to use a sword or a dagger or a dagger

However, neither of them was a general person, and even wielding a spear in this small space did not hinder them in the slightest

The symphony of metal collisions reverberates constantly, as if composing an impassioned symphony

She stabbed out a black spear, the tip of which glittered like a meteor galloping in the night

Undeterred, Lancer also stabbed out the red spear, and quickly threw out a viper like a meteor

Syllable! While!

The two weapons briefly exchanged sounds, sliding past their respective handles and stabbing towards their targets

She lowered her body slightly, the red spear grazed her back and whizzed, Lancer flashed sideways, and the black spear also came out of nowhere, only a cold wind with no problem

After the two clashed, they quickly distanced themselves

Minor adjustments

Red Saber exhaled a short breath, then dragged his spear back and ran again

With her legs swinging rapidly, her silver shin armor was like a galloping silver light, and she dragged the silver light to run on the battlefield, determined to fight quickly

The fastest legend of the whole era is in full swing

As she grew faster and faster, she turned, Silverfoot off the ground and on the wall, stepping on the glass that was the window, the fragile glass bursting as she stepped on it

If you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have been able to see her movements or understand how the glass shattered

But Lancer's buffs aren't just for the sake of looking good

Under the protection of magic, he turned into a blue hurricane and roared towards his opponent

A frenzied storm raged through the corridors, destroying and trampling everything. Even glass that hadn't been stepped on was shattered by the sonic boom it had brought up

The two men traveling at high speed could not see their figures at all, and could only understand the situation by the constant sound of symphony and sonic boom

Shining shards of glass flew in the air. It can't be landed at all

Even if you try to follow gravity, you will be swept up by the wind, fluttering around the corridor, and then being broken into smaller pieces by the sudden sweep of spears

The glittering fragments make this battlefield even more sacred

Confrontation, confrontation, constant confrontation

Both are warriors engraved in the history of mankind,

Hit from the wall to the ceiling, and from the ceiling to the floor

Any plane can be their foothold, and nothing can stop them from wielding the blade

As if the epic of mythology unfolded again, the two heroes vowed to knock each other down with all their might

Both she and Lancer couldn't be happier

Meet, fight, and win. The survivors are glorified and celebrated. The dead were reduced to dry bones and no one cared about them.

Born to fight, to die to fight

This is their way of living and the value of their existence

The shiny helmet shook on his head, the four rows of helmets shone brightly, and the silk ornaments made of pure gold swayed incessantly

She wielded the tip of her spear without hesitation, brazenly displaying her strength.

Flying glass shards adorn her like stars

Lancer fell to the downwind, blocking more than attacking, and kept backing as he thought about which part of the stab would kill Red Saber

"What's the matter, Cú Chulainn! A member of the Danu gods, son of the sun god Essauron! Do you only have this degree! ”

The silver-footed screamed angrily, stabbing her spear out continuously

Even when the battle turned against him, Lancer remained calm and composed, cautiously defending against Red Saber's attack

In order to kill Red Saber, she must be found to be weak

'Is the weapon limiting damage?' Racial Restriction Damage? Or do you need to limit damage locally? or location restriction injury...... Or do you say......'

The so-called [Weapon Restricted Damage] means that only a specific weapon can kill the opponent

For example, Badr, the god of light in Norse mythology, was stabbed to death by a sword that did not swear to be transformed into a mistletoe tree because everything swore to him, but still missed a mistletoe tree

[Racial Restricted Damage] means that a special race is required to kill the opponent

For example, the ten-headed demon king Ravana in Hindu mythology prayed to Brahma for the wish of being invincible to the world, and neither beasts nor gods and demons could harm him. But because of his contempt for mortals, he did not ask for this protection. So he was reincarnated as Prince Rama by Vishnu and finally killed

[Location Limit Damage] means that you need to destroy a specific part in order to kill the opponent

The most famous should be Achilles in the Trojan War. His mother soaked him in the River Styx, making him invulnerable. However, because the heel that his mother was carrying when he soaked it was not soaked, he was shot in the heel by the sun god Apollo with an arrow and died

[Location Limit Damage] means that you need to be in a characteristic location to kill the opponent

For example, Vritra. In Hindu mythology, the name is a dragon that means "the one who fills the universe". It defeated the Celestial Emperor Indra. In order to spare it, Indra made an oath that "no wood, stone, steel, dry matter, wet matter, and all weapons can harm it, and that it will not be harmed day or night." Later, at dusk, which was neither day nor night, Indra killed Britadra with a sea bubble that was neither dry nor wet, nor certainly wood, stone, or steel.

This last one......

Lancer's eyes narrowed

The last one is not to die, or to die enough times

Of course, even the true undead have a way to defeat them

For example, Charon in Greek mythology, he is immortal and is a completely immortal character. Then he was struck by a poisoned arrow coated with the venom of the hydra Xudra, and although he still did not die, the pain and torture far outweighed death. He struggled in pain. In the end, he gave up his immortality in order to get rid of the torture.

There are as many heroes as there are immortal legends, but there are no exceptions to defeat them

That's right, there is no such thing as a true undead. At least not for the Servant, which relies on the Holy Grail system for its existence.

Lancer is downwind

Red Saber was far faster than him, and it took all his attention to defend alone, not to mention that he had to think about Red Saber's weaknesses

So he used a stratagem

"You guy! What kind of person exactly! I've never heard of a woman like you in the world! ”

Hearing this, Red Saber stopped, the tip of the silver spear hanging to the ground

Losing the power of the two of them, the hurricane instantly released its restraints, and the frantic flying fragments smashed on the two of them

Her golden armor shone brighter than the sun, and she was like an immortal god of Mount Olympus with a black spear in her hand

She spoke:

"I shouldn't have given my real name because it would expose my weaknesses. But now I don't have that weakness, and I'm willing to report my history in the face of a warrior like you. Then you listen up. ”

"In distant Greece there was a country called Thessaly, and King Peleus was the leader of countless Mirmidons, a descendant of Aeacus and the grandson of Zeus, the god of Olympus. He married the beautiful goddess Thetis, the daughter of Nereus, the god of the sea, and gave birth to a son. There was a prophecy that the Son would be stronger than the Father. That's me, son of Peleus, Achilles! ”

"My mother once told me that I had two destinies to choose from, either a short and glorious death; Or live an ordinary life. I chose glory. Travel to Troy for Agamemnon's ambitions. On the way I captured twelve capitals, and when I reached land, I plundered about eleven more. Finally I killed Hector, the son of the hated Priam, in Troy. He killed my best friend Patroclus. Sure enough, as my mother said. I established numerous feats on the battlefields of Troy, turning the Achaeans from defeat to victory, and finally dying at the hands of Paris, who was guided by the god of the silver bow, Apollo. Do you hear me? Ku Churin, let's get our hands dirty! ”

P.s: I watched the Iliad. I found that the east was really useless