In view of the grudges between the French and the British, even if he felt the faint suppression of the other party's staff, Xiao Mo did not hesitate to make a move, and as soon as he fought, he felt another breath suddenly appear underground.

Yan Fengqili, who evaded taxes, was just a lack of emotion, not a lack of IQ, and after hearing his biological father's screams, he directly used the spell to recall his servant as Hassan Sabah, and the magic fluctuations at that moment were naturally captured by Xiao Mo.

However, to the surprise of both sides - Joan of Arc has arrived!

Yan Feng Qili: Knock on Nima, Lao Tzu's spell!

Mordred: Flower Q, why did this damn village girl get here!

No matter what the situation, Xiao Mo was ready to test the depth of his opponent, and after a few moves, he considered that there was still a heroic spirit lurking on his side. After a single blow, he jumped away, and the brilliant sword of the king glowed with a dazzling red light, and the sword stained with King Arthur's blood was in a semi-liberated state.

Originally, it was a gorgeous sword that emitted silver brilliance, but it was stained with red-black blood as it was activated, and its shape was uglyly twisted, and the long sword swung so that the surging abomination wrapped around the sword body and turned into a slash and radiated out.

Considering that Yan Fenglizheng, who was holding his arm behind him and couldn't move, the holy flag that should have been used for the gun shook, and the flag bound to the flagpole fluttered in front of him to block the impact.

And Mordred took this opportunity to slip away without hesitation, the goal was achieved, and there was no point in staying here.

Anyway, Joan of Arc has come, but I don't know if Marshal Gilles de Ray, who is blind in his face, will faint happily after seeing the three "Joan of Arc"!

Coincidentally, it was at this time that Gilles de Ray blocked the car of the Dumb King on the mountain road.

Further west in the deep mountains of Fuyuki City, a long national highway stretches westward with its back to the city, and an undeveloped forest awaits visitors at the front of the road.

Although there are two-way lanes, there are few signs of oncoming cars on national highways with sparse street lights. The national highway in the middle of the night is like a forgotten place of silence.

Holding the steering wheel with a solemn face, the old driver of Emiya Kiritsugu stepped on the accelerator to the end and never let go. Racing in the middle of the night, although he doesn't have Fujiwara Takumi's skills, but he has an inherent time control, twice the reaction speed, enough for him to face all accidents, even if he can't, it's a big deal to drive three times!

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wu Wang, who looked nervous, grabbed the handle of the car tightly, and sure enough, he was the driver and someone else's cab, even if this speed was nothing to her.

Illya, in the back seat, was enjoying this drag racing with a smile on her face.

Just after the old driver of the palace passed the hairpin bend at the limit speed, my king suddenly felt a murderous volley attacking and shouted, "Stop!"

Suddenly, I was taken aback by Saber's warning, but the amazing quality of the battlefield battle, I decisively stepped on the accelerator, ah no - brake!

"Squeak—"

The tires made a violent friction sound against the road due to locking, but fortunately the car was always driving in a straight line between sudden braking, and the car did not spin violently, so it would be interesting to go out with a spin ticket.

Confession Saides' tires slid down the asphalt and emitted a puff of white smoke. As he slid into the car due to inertia, Saber reconfirmed the source of the breath he had just felt.

That's right, this must be the breath of the Servant.

At this time, Hercules (Hercules) also showed his figure outside, holding an axe and sword in front of the stopped car, his battle intuition was one gear lower than that of the Dull Hair King, and his reaction was a little slower, and he didn't have time to warn.

For Uncle B, who is 2.5 meters tall and weighs 300kg, it is still too crowded, and Uncle B chose the No. 11 bus without being erased.

“Saber?” Emiya Kiritsugu was slightly puzzled, but looking at the battle, he already had a guess.

At the front of the road, where the headlights of the Mercedes were glowing, a figure with a strange posture slowly came into view.

Emiya Kiritsugu, Dull Hair King, and Illya got out of the car one after another, and the car was as fragile as paper in front of the servant, and it also hindered further action.

After getting out of the car, the Silly Hair King changed into a magic armor, and the guards were beside the two of them, glancing at each other.

Style old luxury kaftan. The pitch-black texture is dotted with blood-like crimson patterns. The unusually large pupils are reminiscent of nocturnal animals. And even if you exclude these strange places and don't look at them, such a person appearing at such a time and place will definitely not be an ordinary passerby.

Is the expression of a warrior about to fight on his face?

The confused Dumb Hair King observed the other party's appearance again.

The other party was laughing, laughing for no apparent reason. And it wasn't like the smile of a warrior who died generously. Why is this Caster laughing like that? The expression was almost like the reunion of long-lost brothers, and the face full of joy shone with an immaculate smile.

And just when everyone was confused, Caster in front of him made an even more puzzling move.

Caster bowed his head respectfully, not caring at all about Uncle B, and knelt on the asphalt like a courtier of the king and said:

"I've been waiting for a long time, Your Highness."

"Huh......?"

Saber was getting more and more confused. Although she was once a king, she also received countless kneeling salutes from heroes and heroes. But I didn't have any impression of the man in front of me. There was no such man among her former courtiers......

First of all, the title "Holy Maiden" is very strange. When she ruled Britain as King Arthur, she did not reveal her true identity as a woman until the end.

Emiya Kiritsugu muttered, "Saber, do you know this person?"

He guessed that the other party had recognized the wrong person.

"No, I don't have the slightest impression of him-"

As if hearing the whispers of Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu, Caster, looking up and saying:

“…… Oh, how can you say that. Don't you remember me?"

To his more inconsequential remarks, Saber said unhappily:

"Anyway, it's the first time I've met you — maybe you've made a mistake, you've mistaken someone."

"Oooh. Woowoo woo ......"

Caster whimpered as if he was very sad, his hands clutching his hair. The expression that had been very happy just now suddenly changed very dramatically into an extremely embarrassed and depressed look. From this alone, it can be seen that he is a moody and dangerous person.

Illya was already a little impatient, "Basaka! ”

The body that was originally speechless like an iron tower suddenly raised its hand, and the axe and sword slashed down.

Jill's kneeling figure slid backwards, as if he had anticipated Uncle B's movements.