Chapter 733: Your Great Britain is dead, it's useless to say this
The wrist injury caused Saber's hand to hold the sword tremble slightly, a very dangerous sign, but her momentum was not affected in the slightest.
Duke's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, but he didn't want to dwell on it too much, and was ready to fight quickly: "Good fighting spirit, but you should know that the gap in strength cannot be made up by faith." β
Saber took a deep breath: "Berserker, it's not up to you to decide the outcome of the battle, just now, I'll talk about it when I win!" β
As he spoke, Saber's battle-hardened momentum surged again, surging towards Duke like a tide. Duke is still no pressure, but the Nightmare War Horse is not good, this product is too substandard.
The panicked Marr raised his front hooves and unconsciously took two steps back, these two steps were the best offensive opportunities for Saber, and there would be no second chance to miss it.
The Wind King's barrier was unraveled, and Saber reversed the Wind King's hammer, and with the help of the reaction force of the wind, he instantly stepped on the distance between him and Duke, stepped forward, and swung his sword to slash Duke's vital point.
Duke seemed to be unable to defend and evade for a while because of the frightened warhorse, and as soon as his body stabilized, the golden sword of victory slashed down his head and face.
Saber frowned, the tip of the sword was only a palm away from the artery in Duke's neck, her intuition told her that the sword would be a hit, but she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Is it because it's too easy?
Saber could only think so, swinging his sword a point faster, such a good opportunity was ahead, even if it was a trap, he had to try it.
Swish!
Top Noble Phantasm, One Sword 999!
The golden sword light slashed down, carrying Saber's belief in victory, and slashed diagonally from Duke's neck to his waist and abdomen in one fell swoop. The pupils in Saber's eyes shrank, and the blade of the sword did not have the touch of slashing the entity, but she slashed into the phantom.
How could it be, why did it disappear when there was no trajectory of movement?
Almost in the air, Saber immediately twisted his body in the air and raised his sword to block his chest, but the expected backstab did not appear.
βSaβ¦ Saber ...... "On the side of the sports car, Alice Field's voice trembled, and frost sorrow was around her neck.
"Ellie!!" Saber gasped and stepped forward, but feared that Alice Fell would be hurt.
Duke rode the nightmare and stood behind Alice Phil and smiled at Saber with an incredulous face, "General, the victory is decided!" β
"Space movement, magic or magic?" Being captured, Alice Phil didn't panic too much, but instead set up Duke's information.
"This is the old man's life-saving means, I can't tell you easily!"
Alice Fell guessed: "It's your war horse, this is the inherent skill of that war horse, right?" β
"It's a smart lady, but the old man doesn't like smart women, so please keep your mouth shut." Duke said, a slight stroke of Frost Sorrow, leaving a trail of blood on Alice Phil's neck.
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Saber on the other side had already fallen into a rage, and if it weren't for Duke having a hostage in her hands, she would have rushed up desperately.
"Alright, Saber, the old man will go first, and we will meet later!" Duke grabbed Alice Phil and, in Saber's glare, knocked her unconscious and hung her on horseback.
"Of course, you can try to chase after you, but the old man doesn't guarantee that this lady is complete." Duke said, turning away on the nightmare.
"Berserker, I, Altoria Pendragon, swear by King Arthur that I will kill you with my own hands!" The excessive shame caused Saber to bite her lip tightly, a line of blood running down her face, and she looked viciously at Duke's back as he left.
Pull it down, your Great Britain is dead, it's useless to say this!
Duke rolled his eyes and snorted softly, and Ber looked in the direction he was leaving, tightened the sword in his hand, sighed painedly, and disappeared in place.
Alice Fell was robbed, and Saber knew that she had to inform Emiya Kiritsugu as soon as possible, and at the same time, she also wanted to urgently solve the doubts in her heart, why Berserker would rather let go of her knightly dignity and take Alice Phil.
"Ellie, you don't have anything to do!"
Meanwhile, in the second half of the winding road, former French Marshal Gilles de Les, the first fan of Joan of Arc, arrived in the rank of Caster, and was eagerly awaiting.
Although his eyes were large, they were of little use, and he couldn't see clearly or clearly. The gap between King Silly and Joan of Arc is so obvious, he can actually see the same person, Joan of Arc will be very angry when he knows it.
"Strange, my holy woman, why hasn't she come yet, is it because the car is too slow...... Don't wait! β
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At the second-floor clinic near the river, when Duke returned home, Sakura had already slept, leaving Lancelot waiting. Seeing Duke return safely, he immediately stepped forward to hold the war horse: "Master, you haven't encountered any danger, have you?" β
Lancelot was ordered to wait at the clinic, and he did sense the appearance of a servant around him, one of the Assassin's clones, and the other party circled around Duke's magic workshop a few times, hesitated for a moment and left.
Therefore, even if there was an earth-shattering battle in the port not far away, Lancelot didn't dare to take a step, but he never let go of the worry about the Master in his heart, especially when the Five Emperor Dragons took off, it really scared him.
Duke had a palpitating face, patted his chest and said in fear: "It is true that I have encountered a lot of dangers, especially the female Saber, who recognized the identity of my master, and chased me with a random slash, but I almost couldn't come back." β
Lancelot was furious when he heard this: "Bastard, as a heroic spirit, she is actually strong and weak, and she is still a ter, please rest assured, I, Lancelot, swear, will definitely kill her to your shame." β
"Uh...... You can do it if you have the heart, and I don't force it very much. β
When Lancelot heard this, he felt Duke's distrust of him, and immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "Master, since you summoned me in the Holy Grail War, then you should believe in my strength. β
Duke nodded slightly, this is the rhythm of the battle, I didn't expect Lancelot to have a melancholy temperament, and he was still a militant: "Xiaolan, I already understand what you mean, and I will give you a task tomorrow." β
Lancelot gladly accepted the order, but when he stood up, he realized that there was still a woman hanging from the Nightmare War. White winter coat and silver hair, lying motionless on horseback, before he had only paid attention to Duke, glanced over, and thought it was a bed quilt.
"Master, is this person the enemy's master?"
"It's not the Master, she's the wife of the Saber Master......" Duke looked indignant: "Hmph, that Saber chased me all the way and cut it, and I snatched her Master's wife, which can be regarded as a report and a report." β
Lancelot said with a smile: "Master, isn't this a bit ...... Not so good! β
Lancelot could probably guess why Saber kept chasing Duke and slashing him, and anyone who found out that his master's wife had been robbed or robbed by a man would be desperate.
"Xiaolan, needless to say, I have made up my mind. Take her to the basement and bundle her up, and I'll go get some props ready! β
"Prop ......" Lancelot's face stiffened and became weird, could it be that his master wants to be green with someone else's wife?
This is not going to work, as a knight of integrity, I must put an end to this shameless behavior!
"Master, with all due respect, on your terms, you can find a more suitable partner."
Duke raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?" β
"Master, this ...... Hooking up with other people's wives, and it's still forced...... This behavior ...... It's not right! β
Hearing this, Duke patted Lancelot on the shoulder: "You're still a knight, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?" β
Lancelot's body swayed slightly, his whole face turned the color of pig liver, he didn't want to mention the pain of the past, but for the good of his master, he decided to restore this past: "Master, you may have misunderstood, me and the princess...... It's not as bad as you think! Between us...... It's just platonic spiritual love! β
"What, the princess is ugly?"
"No, she is a rare beauty, both in appearance and in heart."
"You're really observant......" Duke touched his chin and glanced up and down at Lancelot: "I see, so you can't!" β
Lancelot: "......"