"Drink!"

Lancer let out a loud snort, his feet slammed on the ground, his leg muscles springed up, and his body rushed to Hercules.

The enemy gave him a good chance to go head-to-head, and he was ready to go all out from the start, taking down the opponent in the shortest possible time, and then it would be possible to win with one enemy and two enemies.

Lowered and swooped down, as fast as blue lightning, Lancer stabbed out the spear in his hand when he was still more than five meters away from Hercules, and the distance between the two was already close to one step in the moment he raised his hand to the point where he was out.

Killing enemies as quickly as possible is Lancer's specialty, the scarlet tip of the spear cutting a blood-colored arc in the air, as if Lancer saw the death of his enemy being pierced through the heart.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ———Roar, Roar, Roar, T

To Lancer's surprise, Hercules, who he thought was supposed to be a meat shield tank type, suddenly showed agility that was extremely inconsistent with his size, and only a burst of shouts was heard in his ears, and the long sword in Hercules' hand slashed above his head.

When the tip of the spear pierced Hercules' heart, Lancer would also be smashed in the head by the sword, and the end of the same fate was not what he wanted.

This guy is fast, probably faster than me!

Lancer sprinted forward with the momentum, secretly troublesome, knowing that if Hercules was not solved, it would be enough to run tonight. Just as he was thinking about tactics, there was a sudden wind behind his ears, and a heavy crisis hit his heart.

Almost without thinking about it, Lancer turned around in an instant, and set up his spear to block above his head. Facing Hercules, who was rushing straight ahead, his furious momentum was like an unstoppable beast, and he slashed straight down with a high jump slash.

Rumble!

The force traveled down the spear to his arm and then to his body, sending Lancer's feet straight into the dirt. The surrounding ground cracked inch by inch, and the earth and leaves flew away, hollowing out a large arc-shaped crater with a diameter of five meters.

Fast, powerful, and intuitive to fight...... This guy, where did the monster come from?

Taking advantage of Hercules' new strength, Lancer hurriedly jumped out of the pit and avoided it, his arm holding the gun trembled slightly, and then he saw that the tiger's mouth cracked, and the tip of the spear instantly dripped to the ground.

The blow made Lancer doubt his life, and Hercules quickly followed, swinging his sword again and slashing at it. This time, Lancer learned to be obedient, no longer fighting with Hercules, relying on his agile skills to keep moving, but soon he was surprised to find that the berserker on the opposite side was first-class in martial arts, and even if he lost his mind, he was also rare and powerful in the world.

Lancer is very experienced in combat, and when his speed, strength, and martial arts are all out of control, he uses flexible tactics to fight against Hercules.

That's right, he just bullied Hercules for having no brains!

The speed of the two is superb, and Hercules is the top strength, and every time the weapons collide, they will stir up dazzling sparks. The surrounding woods were as if they had been hit by a hurricane, destroyed by the powerful destructive force, the trees were broken, large swaths of soil were lifted, and the battlefield soon became potholes.

Boom!

The red spear slashed through the brilliant arc of light, and the tip of the spear hit Hercules in the abdomen, and Lancer was wondering why the opponent didn't dodge when he could defend it completely, when he was startled by the sweeping greatsword.

Clang!!

Lancer raised his gun to parry, and with a heavy crash, the whole person was thrown out by brute force. The blow was so powerful that Lancer couldn't twist his balance in mid-air, landed on his face, and glided for about ten meters before stopping.

Lancer got up and felt two hot streams running down his hand, and his hand was full of blood.

"Damn, my handsome face, I can rely on it to make a girl." Lancer scolded angrily, in fact, this was his bragging, he had never succeeded in accosting him, not once.

After a few complaints, Lancer regained his spirits, and Hercules put a lot of pressure on him. Not to mention that the strength was crushed, the speed that he was proud of also fell to the downside, and even if he counted the battles before his death, he couldn't find a few enemies who could make him so embarrassed.

"However, this is called a battle, and if it is one-sided, it will not be interesting." Lancer wiped his nosebleed, his eyes blazing with fear.

Just as he was about to fight Hercules again, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked terrified, as if he had seen some terrifying picture.

Sou!

The red arrow roared in, and Lancer dodged sideways in danger, but he didn't want the arrow to suddenly shine brightly at the moment when it passed by, and it exploded with a bang, making him lose face.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Raising his gun to sweep away the dust around him, Lancer looked in the direction where the arrow was fired, and saw Red A walk out with a gazed face.

Lancer swallowed, cold sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes: "Four...... Four Servants!? ”

Hearing Lancer's trembling words, Red A felt the feeling, knowing the helplessness, put away his smug smile, and sympathized: "Spearman, surrender, you have no chance of winning." ”

Lancer knew that tonight was more auspicious, but he would rather die on the battlefield than surrender, and said stiffly: "Don't laugh, Uncle Ben is on the battlefield, what scene haven't you seen?" It's only four people, and I don't care about it yet......"

After a pause, he continued: "Let's make it clear first, don't say that I won't give you a chance, isn't it just a heads-up, who will come first?" ”

"Master means to rush up, and if you want to go head-to-head, we can give you that opportunity too."

Hearing an unfamiliar voice again, Lancer only felt a pain in his heart, and stiffened his neck to see who it was, but turned around...... TM actually has two servants.

"Poof!!"

The one who spoke was Lancelot, half a body behind Saber, like a loyal guard. Compared to the terrible Fourth Holy Grail Battle, Lancelot is very satisfied with the fifth battle, and the opportunity to fight alongside Dullhair is worth cherishing.

If there is no white hair that should be cut, it is even more perfect!

"Six!?" Lancer had a ghostly look on his face.

There are only seven servants in the entire Holy Grail War, and you actually beat me up one of the six, do you want to nod your face?

Looking at the six servants, tall or short, male or female, surrounded themselves, Lancer only felt full of malice attacking, what else is there to fight, it is more convenient to wipe his neck directly.

Lancer was confident, but not so arrogant that he was overwhelmed by one Hercules, plus the other five...... I talked to death in one fell swoop.

What kind of pose do I have when I die to look more handsome?

Lancer had no intention of fighting, and closed his eyes to die, but the six servants only surrounded him, but none of them killed him.

"Hey, hurry up, it's very painful to die!" Lancer waited for a long time and began to complain.

Ignoring Lancer, they each took up a position, locking up all the space he could move in until Duke arrived with two maids and didn't get out of the way.

Lancer heard the rustle of the leaves, and quietly opened one eye, only to see two beautiful maids...... No, I saw Duke in front of the two maids.

It was close, and Lancer calculated that within the range of his spear, he could take out Duke's heart in the blink of an eye.

However, Lancer always felt that Duke was strange, and looking directly into those eyes made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart, even if the shot was stabbed, there was an eighty percent chance that it would be useless.

Duke spoke directly: "Ku Chulin, who came to this Holy Grail Battle with the Lancer rank, I appreciate your bravery, think about it, and be my servant!" ”

Red A: "......"

Why are others all followers, just I'm a lackey, just say it, do you have any opinions about me?

"You actually saw through my real name, and I think you're not an ordinary magician. But ......" Lancer sneered, tilted his head and said proudly, "Don't talk nonsense, kill if you want, don't humiliate me!" ”

Duke nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Hercules, tell him the attitude he should have when talking to his master." ”

Hercules!?

Lancer realized in his heart that Berserker was a great hero in Greek mythology, no wonder his strength was so strong, and it was not in vain to be able to fight against such a strong man.

However, even if your lineup is extremely strong, I will not give in, and I will not frown if I use any moves quickly.

Lancer thought like this, his eyes became more and more resolute, he did not resist, and calmly faced death, and then he felt his ankles tighten, and the whole person was lifted upside down by Hercules.

"Huh!?"

This...... What is this for?

Lancer had a bad premonition, and in the next second, the earth was spinning, and the wind was blowing his snot and tears, and the world in his eyes spun rapidly.

The faster you turn! The faster you turn!

"Ahhh————h

A terrible scream resounded in the mountains and forests, and when the decibel broke through the highest note, it was poured into the mouth by the strong wind, causing the sound to break, and finally turned into an intermittent ghost crying wolf howl, and a faint sobbing.

The unyielding loyal man was humiliated by the mob, and seeing such a tragic scene, the servants present were all concerned...... It's weird. They watched with peace of mind as Hercules danced into a big windmill with his arms, and every once in a while they commented on Hercules to make him a little faster.

Hercules seemed to have a toy in his hand, smiling like a 300KG, running around in circles, and occasionally hitting the tree with Lancer.

Saber frowned at the scene, trying to convince Duke to give Lancer a hard time, but just raised his foot and took it back. Because Lancelot silently took out a bag of potato chips from behind his back, tore it open and handed it to her.

"Ahhh————h

Silly shook and screamed, and Saber took the chips and began to sink into his own world.

Loyal people or something, Saber has seen too much, one more and one less is harmless. At the moment, potato chips are more important, and they must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the tragedy of small cookies must not be allowed to happen again!

Thanks to book friends: Elegant Chinese cabbage, 16 to 25-year-old beautiful girls, pigs who love to eat the moon, book friends 20181220115946311, sergyd, 08a, scars of chopping, no onmyoji to play to death, the old cat who escaped from prison, the moon soul father, kung fu vitality tea, and the reward of the dragon walking in the sky!

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