Boom, boom, boom

Countless golden treasures descended from the sky, sitting on Vimona, a huge ship of light made of gold and emerald gemstones, and looked at Lancer below with a playful look on his cheeks like a mouse.

Lancer wields two spears and struggles to deal with Archer's tossed Noble Phantasm. In terms of attributes alone, Archer is inferior to Lancer except for the Noble Phantasm and Luck column, which is above Lancer. But once the two fought, in the face of the superb martial arts Lancer, Archer showed an absolute crushing trend.

Lancer was tired of just moving his fingers, and he had to concentrate on the slightest mistake and he would not even be left with scum.

The power of the "King's Treasure", Lancer, even with all his might, can barely maintain his undefeated. If Archer and Lancer go head-to-head, Lancer still has a silver lining in martial arts melee combat. But the problem is that Archer doesn't bother to shoot at Lancer, and he just blindly throws Noble Phantasm bombardment, and Lancer doesn't even have a chance to get close.

Archer's martial arts may be just as extraordinary, but his strength lies more in his abilities and noble devices. Killing the other party with money is talking about people like Archer.

"Stand down for this king, you damn bastard. You've disturbed the mood of this king's play. Although it was only two miscellaneous performances, this king was slightly interested in watching. ”

"Tsk..."The Demon Breaker Red Rose blocked an oncoming spear-shaped treasure, and Lancer couldn't help but take a sip, his handsome face flashing a trace of disdain as he looked at Archer in the sky.

In Lancer's mind, Archer has been labeled a coward who does not dare to go head-to-head with him. If you can get close, if you can get close... What is your turn to be so arrogant as a bling fellow.

"Huh? Miscellaneous cultivators, what kind of eyes are you? Archer glanced at Lancer out of the corner of his eye, as if he had seen through what the other man was thinking, and was furious.

"Disrespectful and rude to this king, don't you think that you can win this king by getting close to this king?"

Lancer didn't speak, but his actions told Archer that he thought so.

"Hahaha..."Archer forced down the anger in his heart and laughed angrily.

"All the miscellaneous people who always don't understand the greatness of this king. Is it because this king has existed for so long that you miscellaneous cultivators who lack reverence have forgotten the attitude you should have towards the king?! ”

Looking at the battlefield in the distance where the yellow sand was filled and the shouts of killing were continuous, the ruby bright pupils moved slightly.

"Then the king will play with you first, and let it be an appetizer before the main meal comes up."

"I hope that this miscellaneous cultivator of yours has some ability, and you can make this king warm up a little."

Archer is a guy with an unusual brain circuit, arrogant and arrogant, and often does things that are unthinkable. For example, now that he has an absolute advantage, as long as it drags on slowly, Lancer will be consumed by him sooner or later.

However, at this time, Archer just wanted to play some kind of one-on-one heads-up with the other party.

I'm equipped, level crushed the opposite, with! Convenient! Wave!

Lancer's heart sank, and he couldn't stop with joy. Secretly accumulating strength to surprise the other party.

Those who dare to underestimate me Dilumudo have become ghosts under the gun.

The battle between the Masters is inversely proportional to the Servants.

Yan Feng Qili plus the transformed Jian Tong Tsuru Ye are not as good as Kenneth.

"Moon Spirit Fluid!" Kenneth is like an elegant conductor, his fingers are his baton, manipulating the mercury that combines offense and defense to crush the two up and down.

Meshes, strips, hammers, greatswords... The Moon Spirit Fluid is transformed into various images by Kenneth.

Yanfeng Mapo's Baji Quan cultivation is very profound, and he can solve Alice Phil in three or two clicks in one-on-one heads-up. Even if he was tied to a thick tree where the two of them were hugging, he could knock the tree down with just his lower body.

He was given the title of Father Grass Tree.

On the other side, after absorbing the life essence of countless insects, his physical fitness has reached an inhuman existence.

But such a powerful combination of two people is not Kenneth's opponent.

Strengthened by Jelf and instilled with more than one world of magical knowledge, Kenneth's strength has increased exponentially.

Emiya Kiritsugu was easily toyed with by him, and the origin bullet was caught by him with his bare hands, and now Kenneth is definitely a bug-like existence in this world. The endless tricks, unfamiliar magic tricks, and the consistent malicious smile on his face made Yan Fengqili feel frightened.

Looking at the other party's greasy and ridiculous lemon head, Yan Feng Qili retreated.

What exactly did this man go through? Why is there a serious discrepancy between strength and information?

"Hey, Mr. Priest over there. Isn't it a good sign to be distracted while fighting? The pretentious tone sounded behind Yan Fengqili.

A glimmer of cold light rose, and Yan Fengqili couldn't care about the image, and directly avoided it in the posture of a donkey rolling.

Although he avoided the vital point, a long cut was made on his waist. Covering the wound, Yan Feng Qili's eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness:

"Why help them? There's no reason for you to do that. ”

"I owe him a favor, it's as simple as that." Kenneth said, still not stopping his attack on Yan Feng Qili.

"That kind of verbal promise you're really going to keep? For magicians, interests are far more important than favors. You should know in your heart how strong the other party is, and you are definitely not his opponent one-on-one. He solves us. The next target is you and Lancer. ”

Seeing that Kenneth didn't speak, Yan Fengqili thought that he had moved the other party: "How is it?" Join forces with me..."

"Why be an enemy? Even if I don't have you in the future, I'm doomed to fail, the difference is only whether he does it himself or not. You will never understand the greatness of Mr. Jelf. ”

Kenneth said with a fanatical expression, that kind of demeanor he had seen before, his father had told him that those people were called fanatics.

...

Hiding in the rear of the army, Webb carefully observed the battle. The addition of the Knights of the Round Table is very disadvantageous to Rider's side.

"Hello, Mr. Webb." The voice rang out abruptly behind Webber, and he shuddered and turned his head stiffly to see Jerph standing behind him.

Rider is fighting Saber, who is Saber's master.

What does it mean for him to be here at this time? He had come to fight with himself.

There are battles of servants among servants, and there are battles of masters among masters.

But I'm not good at fighting at all, and I don't know anything about combat magic? Even the most basic hypnotic magic trick is not well unleashed.

What to do?

Run away? Fight? Beg? Webb's brain raced, and countless thoughts raced through him.

These were all denied by Weber himself, looking at the close Gerf, and in the end, Weber's brain was left blank.

Finished... Finished... It's going to die... I'm going to be killed...