Kenneth couldn't understand the situation in front of him, not to mention that the combination of the two Servants made him and Lancer tired of parrying, the key was where the two strange Servants came from. There is no rumor at all, could it be that the Holy Grail still thinks that this Holy Grail battle is not exciting enough, so it summons two more servants?

The battlefield of the race against time could not make Kenneth think calmly, and even if he did, it was useless, and in the preconceived notion that Berserker = Gandalf, he would not understand it if he wanted to.

Swish!

The sword qi swept over, only to see a flash of white light, and the moon spirit marrow liquid was cut into a smooth fault again.

The low temperature caused the mercury to continue to exist as a liquid, and Kenneth had to increase the output of mana to maintain its physical form, even if this state of being forcibly maintained could not take advantage of the combination of attack and defense of the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid.

Sora, who had been making soy sauce, was invaded by the cold air of the frozen person, her teeth trembled up and down, and she subconsciously used fire magic. The flames, made purely by magic, had only flown half the distance before being dissipated by the cryogenic cooling, and not even touching the corners of Duke's clothes.

Kenneth kept Sora behind him, knowing that if he didn't do something about it, the Battle of the Holy Grail would be over. He is a first-class magician who should not be messed up with negative emotions, especially in a time of existential crisis, where calmness is more important than anything else. But he spent the first half of his life walking on the broad road of good times, how to fight back in adversity...... He has never even experienced adversity, how to be calm.

Duke walked forward with his sword in hand, and every step he took seemed to be precisely calculated, and the spacing between his steps was exactly the same, which put more pressure on Kenneth.

"Kenneth or something, aren't you the elite of the clock tower, why are you performing so badly?" Duke swung his sword in quick succession, slashing the mercury that gushed in front of him.

Kenneth's face turned red when he heard this, and Duke's sarcastic expression of 'what's the matter with you, little brother', was like the ice around him, eating away at his pride. The anger inside was directed at Duke, at himself, at Lancer, and at Webb, and it wasn't the Holy Grail battle he wanted.

On the other side, sensing that the Master was in danger, Lancer burst out with speed beyond the limit, suppressing Lancelot in melee combat. The two spears swept like a swift wind, conjuring up countless phantoms, and the perishable Yellow Rose even scrambled to leave a curse on Lancelot that would never heal.

It's a pity that as a lucky E, the information about the magic gun has already been told by Duke. No matter how much Lancer sells flaws to lure the enemy, and forcibly attacks for injuries, Lancelot is still as steady as a dog, and he has no idea of rushing forward.

The gap in mentality seriously affected Lancer's performance, and the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't break through Lancelot's blockade, and a vicious circle was created, and Lancelot found the right opportunity and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

Lancer is agile and experienced in combat, so the wound is not deep, but it is inevitable that his body stagnates for a while, and before the extinct Yellow Rose can be retracted, Lancelot grasps the barrel of the gun.

Under Lancer's terrified gaze, blood-colored streaks spread from Lancelot's palm, and the virus eroded the dying Yellow Rose, causing him to gradually lose control of the Noble Phantasm.

What kind of ability is this, and what is the rank of the enemy?

Lancer analyzes that the enemy has the ability to deprive others of their treasures, but the Dumb Fur King has not recognized any of the historical figures, let alone him.

"Lancer, get back to me as fast as you can!" At the moment of the stalemate between Lancer and Lancelot, Kenneth finally gave the order in the name of the Commanding Charm.

Lancer's figure faded, and Lancelot raised his sword and stabbed out, directly through the phantom. Almost at the same time, Lancer crossed the space, appeared between Duke and Kenneth, flipped the dying yellow rose in his hand, and swooped down towards Duke.

"Master, be careful!" Lancelot was shocked, but Lancer was closer to Duke than him, so he had to warn him loudly.

"Sure enough, you're the Master." Lancer's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he accelerated his sprint, and the red Demon Breaker spear stabbed out like a snake, and as long as he captured Duke, he could turn defeat into victory.

The red spear flashed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through the air and appeared in front of Duke. Duke, who had been prepared, did not raise his sword to block, but grabbed the barrel of the gun like Lancelot, the tip of the gun was unparalleled, but he could not go further.

"Shhhh

Lancer gasped, and with that move alone, he could tell that his enemies had unparalleled melee experience, and that his eyesight and arm strength were second to none of the enemies he had ever experienced in his life.

Is this really the Master?

Lancer subconsciously denied it, preferring to believe that Duke was a servant, and if it was really the Master, it would be too terrifying.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost killed by you!" Duke's face was relaxed, and the arm holding the barrel of the gun did not move at all, while Lancer was already red-faced under the struggle, and the strength of the two was not at the same level at all.

Lancer made a quick decision, since he was not strong, he would use his own advantages to win quickly. The figure took a step forward, and the perishable yellow rose stabbed Duke in the ribs from the bottom up.

Boom!

The tip of the spear froze in mid-air, and the long sword in Duke's hand somehow blocked the front of Lancer's offensive line, and the last shot came first, and the speed was three points faster than Lancer.

Damn, where the hell did the monsters come out, one after another......

Lancer suddenly felt like he was going to kneel, his speed and strength were not superior, and even the enemy's combat experience was likely to be above him, and today was likely to be the last day of his Holy Grail Battle.

"What are you kidding, how can you fall here!" Lancer drank hard, and the huge magic power came out of his body, and the muscles of his arm swelled in a circle, and he actually pulled out the red magic spear from Duke's hand in one go.

Behind Kenneth, Sora's face turned pale, Lancer's magic was provided by her, and the brief burst nearly drained her. But women in love are crazy, she bites the tip of her tongue and bears the suffocation of vertigo.

Her pale face turned red, and in a trance, Sora gave birth to a kind of satisfaction like that!

Kenneth worriedly held his fiancée, his eyes full of concerned self-reproach: "Sora, are you alright?" ”

Sora shook her head and replied in a slightly dry voice, "It's okay, I feel comfortable...... It's okay, don't worry about me. ”

In the center of the battlefield, Lancer danced two magic spears, one long and one short, like the wind with lightning-fast agility, and used his top-level spear skills to the fullest, and frantically entangled with Duke.

With the continuous sound of breaking the air like thunder, the figures of the two faded in place and became extremely blurred, which was the realization of the extreme speed.

Lightning bolts poured down on each other, bursting into the air with dense sparks, and the air currents from the swing of the weapon collided and collapsed, forming a strong air pressure that swept in all directions. Criss-crossing cuts appeared on the surrounding floors, walls, and other places, and the ceiling was directly lifted, and the roof was pierced, revealing the afternoon sun.

Unfortunately, in order to protect Sora, Kenneth was catapulted by a jet and passed out holding his fiancée.

The crisp sound of metal colliding continued, Lancer was about to vomit blood, no matter which angle he shot from, how the rhythm of the battle changed, how the marksmanship changed in reality, the monster on the opposite side could always interrupt his attack at the first time, so don't look at the battle scene, in fact, he has been pressed so much that he can't raise his head.

This feeling...... No, this fighting style is so familiar!

Lancer thought of the invincible figure sitting on the dragon's back that night, his breath suddenly became chaotic, and he knew that he had revealed a flaw, so he hurriedly raised his gun in front of him. As soon as the afterimage flashed in his eyes, Lancer felt a blow to his abdomen and flew backwards and was kicked out.

Rumble!

Lancer was kicked away with a heavy blow, and the whole person slammed into the ice-covered wall, half of his body embedded in it. As soon as he got up, it was dark in front of him, and Duke, who had caught up with him, pressed him on the connection.

Airplanes!!!

A high concentration of mana converged in the palm of his hand, and Duke lifted Lancer's head and detonated the compressed mana, creating a face-hugging attack comparable to a high explosive.

Lancelot, who was watching the battle, was shocked, Lancer's martial arts were comparable to him, and he was actually beaten by his own master in a head-to-head battle, so ...... Doesn't that mean that he is no better?

There is a master who is stronger than himself, Lancelot is a little disappointed, but more ecstatic: "In this way, this Holy Grail War must belong to the Master, and I can also have the opportunity to make a wish to the Holy Grail and let the king grant me sanctions." ”

"Looks like I won this battle." Duke looked condescendingly at the frail Lancer.

Lancer laughed miserably: "Don't pretend, this feeling of being seen through can't be wrong, you're not a master, you're a Berserker Gandalf!" ”

Duke exclaimed: "It is worthy of Dilumudo, his intuition is really sharp, I have hidden so deep in the dual-wielding berserk Gandalf, you have discovered it." ”

With that, Duke used his life to return again, manipulating his facial muscles and hair to conjure up Gandalf's handsome old face.

Lancer's smile was even more miserable: "I knew ......"

Duke flashed the back of his hand, reached out and gently attached it, revealing a blood-red spell: "You're only half right, I'm Gandalf, but I'm not a Berserker." ”

Lancer stared at the bright red spell in amazement, his pupils constricting into pinpoint tips, and he didn't listen to a word of what Duke said afterward.

"You are actually the Master, how can you be the Master?" Lancer's mind went blank.