Without the slightest hesitation, after the rider entered the attack radius of the long knife, Lancelot waved his arms vigorously, and the two long knives that were originally contained in his chest were immediately replaced with two illusory silver arcs, forming two fan-shaped riders. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The area of such a slash attack will naturally not be small, and this form of attack also determines that rider must not continue to wave the baton in his hand at Lancelot, after all, the baton is only eighteen centimeters long, but the length of the long knife is close to eighty centimeters, such a distance difference before the baton hits Lancelot, rider will be cut in half by Lancelot's long knife, rider will not be stupid to such a point. Jumping backwards with a brake would be a good solution, but then the previous forward sprint would be useless, and the rider wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Rider looked at Lancelot's smiling face with a cold smile, and Lancelot immediately arrived at something wrong, but the long sword had already been swung out, if it was forcibly withdrawn. Even if he has received cell-level reinforcement, he is bound to strain his biceps, and Lancelot subconsciously reminded him not to do that, but Rider's smile is too weird, which has to make Lancelot vigilant.

One more step, Rider was hit by Lancelot's two-handed long knife, but Rider was ready, and his left foot that touched the ground again immediately stomped hard, and stepped on the ground with a force completely disproportionate to the figure, breaking the dark blue carpet on the ground, and a small depression appeared, and Rider was rushing to the top of Lancelot's head with this recoil force, and a gorgeous backflip turned over Lancelot's head, Lancelot's beautiful golden curls were slightly scattered by Rider with his hand, but Lancelot, who didn't care much about the appearance, didn't put down the long knife in his hand to sort out the curls on his head, but immediately followed his own momentum and rolled on the ground, taking the opportunity to distance himself from Rider, in case Rider landed and attacked from behind, sure enough, Lancelot just flew forward, and Rider hit the place where Lancelot was standing before, A second hole was made in the navy blue carpet.

"It's too violent, you're not afraid that no one will want it in the future." Lancelot stood up a little embarrassed, looked into the beautiful eyes of the rider, and couldn't help but speak.

"You have to take care of it!" Rider shouted, but his cheeks were red that didn't come, and he didn't know why, Rider didn't know either, but what Rider knew was the anger that kept rising in his heart with a feeling of deterioration. What is this feeling, Rider frowned and stared at Lancelot, who looked like a KFC grandfather with a charitable smile, and his heart kept fluttering. This feeling, should, be called, shame?

Rider was stunned for a moment, but then became angry.

"I'll stone you to death, lewd man!" Rider yelled as he rushed towards Lancelot.

"Lewd, male?" Lancelot was stunned when he heard this, but he still subconsciously set up his double knives to catch the deadly stick of rider, "Hey, I just said that you can't get married, and you didn't insult your mother, what are you excited about!" ”

"Don't shut up yet!" Rider's cheeks are redder, and her body temperature rises suddenly, if she is a character in a comic, there should be repeated white smoke on the top of her head at this time, reflecting the fierce and contradictory mood in Rider's heart at this time with an exaggerated painting style, but Rider is a real living person, even if you watch how much anime movies you watch, you won't really think that white smoke can come out of your head, but at this time Rider really realized that her body temperature is constantly rising, Even the power in her arm is constantly being sucked away by something inexplicable, which seems to be her body temperature, and it seems to be some kind of emotion. Rider doesn't know much about it.

"Miss, what's wrong, why don't you have the strength." Lancelot felt the pressure on his arm decreasing, and the rider in front of him was glaring at the ground with a flushed face, and Lancelot immediately felt that his opportunity had come.

Both arms slammed hard, and the double knives flicked forward, spreading out the baton at the corner of the two knives, and Lancelot slammed it hard, making the rider seem a little caught off guard, and the steps under his feet suddenly did not stand firm. Rider's body was pushed back by Lancelot, and he subconsciously wanted to let the sole of his left foot slide on the ground, and his legs formed an angle to support his body, but the carpet covered on the ground made the sliding friction between the rubber sole of the rider's leather boots and the ground increase sharply, and the rider's center of gravity moved back sharply, and the agility shown on the rider was gone, and the rider fell to the ground with a butt, and the baton in his hand fell to the side. The blush on Rider's face disappeared slightly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity, so he waited for Lancelot, and was stunned until Lancelot put the long knife in his left hand on Rider's shoulder, and Rider woke up suddenly.

“！” Rider looked at the long knife on her right shoulder, speechless, her heart is very confused now, Lancelot's tepid words happened to hit the heart, and poked the sensitive place in Rider's heart no less than three times at once, so that Rider now can't even play his usual general ability. If this situation had been in normal times, Rider would have kicked forward, and then turned his body backwards, quickly escaping from the control room, but Rider could only wander back and forth between the long knife on his shoulder and Lancelot's smiling face, his eyes were blank, and he looked like he had no master.

"I really don't know what's wrong with you." Lancelot kept his smile as always, but there was already a hint of coldness in his voice, and Lancelot's patience was constantly worn out by Rider's stubborn resistance, as if he had put a styrofoam plate on a grinding wheel to polish it, and the sky was full of white debris.

"Why did you suddenly get weaker?" Lancelot slapped the side of the knife on the shoulder twice and then took the knife back, "You woman is really interesting, it's a pity to kill you here, life and death will be left to the next meeting, let you go this time." ”

"Huh?" Rider sat on the ground and was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Lancelot's raised side face, "Just let me go, okay?" ”

"What do you care about me? Now you're more dangerous, okay? I really can't understand what you're thinking, are you going to surrender? ”

"Phew! Not to mention pulling down, I'm gone. Rider got up and patted his skinny trousers, which weren't stained at all, and turned to leave the control room, Lancelot watching Rider disappear around the corner of the hallway outside the room.

"Interesting." Lancelot grinned, flicked his hands, retracted the blades of the two long knives, pinned them to his waist, and then glanced back at the computer that Rider had before. Lancelot noticed that something different was displayed on the computer screen.

"What is this?" Lancelot muttered to himself, whispering to his computer and looking at what was on it. A series of numbers of codes are disappearing rapidly, as if someone has been pressing the "backspace" button, Lancelot's face changed greatly, he realized, the internal self-destruction program of the "Holy Grail Host" has been activated, according to this self-destruction speed, about fifty seconds at most, the "Holy Grail Host" will execute the file will be completely emptied, so that the Holy Grail Host under five meters has become a pile of broken copper and iron, and it is estimated that it will not be able to buy a few dollars if it is smashed.

Lancelot sighed deeply, with a helpless smile on his face, and sat down in the swivel chair behind him.

"Looks like I'm really in trouble." Lancelot shook his head, and from his coat pocket came a delicate little wine jug made of stainless steel, and the silver surface was carved with an ancient dragon that wanted to spread its wings and soar into the sky, and the hideous face was carved vividly. Lancelot unscrewed the lid of the flask, raised his head and took a sip of the liquor, the sweet and fragrant taste of Mulata rum instantly filled Lancelot's mouth, and Lancelot couldn't help but let out a long breath. The small flask didn't hold much wine, and Lancelot would only take a sip of his favorite rum every time he took it out.

At this moment, the "Holy Grail Host" completed its self-destruction, and the emergency lights and alarm lights in the entire control room instantly dimmed, and darkness enveloped Lancelot's delicate golden curls and handsome smiling face that would never deteriorate.

Earth, England, fog capital London, night, twenty-one oint.

The red hair fluttered on Baker Street in the night, the British flag on his head hung weakly, as if he had fallen asleep, a white trench coat tightly wrapped Miaoman's figure, six-centimeter high heels quickly knocked on the ground, making a heavy and cheerful beat, the white figure put his hands in his pockets, his eyes were staring at the ground, and he was moving forward quickly on Baker Street.

"The target has appeared." The figure Nan Nan muttered to herself, the pace under her feet did not stop at all, but there was a tendency to speed up, and at the corner of the street, a figure stood at the door of the bank. The top hat was pressed low to cover the area above the tip of the nose, and the streetlights on the side of the road cast a shadow on it, and the only thing that made the impression was the two whiskers under the nose. Dressed in a black tuxedo and a metallic civilization stick in his hand, this man looked like a nineteenth-century gentleman who had just attended a noble dinner. A hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little weird.

"The action begins." The white figure whispered to himself again, then pulled his hand out of his pocket, grabbed a PKK-1990 "Magnon" pistol in his left hand, and assumed a standard Weaver style of holding a gun, while trotting the muzzle of the pistol in his hand pointed at the gentleman standing at the corner of the street, and pulled the trigger.

"Hmph." The gentleman grinned softly, and it seemed that he was extremely disdainful of such a dangerous move by the white figure, and he did not seem to think that the flying bullets would do him any harm. The anesthetic warhead split in half as it approached the gentleman, and the jelly-like anesthetic inside immediately began to liquefy and spill on the gentleman's tuxedo, but nothing had any effect.

"I've thought of it a long time ago!" The white figure shouted, waved his hand and dropped the pistol in his hand, and pulled out a Mitsubishi military spur from his waist with a thud, the black military spur flashed with pitch black light like a scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper. But the gentleman still did not move, but stood at the corner of the street with a smile on his face, motionless.

"Don't be too complacent, you scumbag!" The white figure shouted, leaped sharply with his left foot, grasped the hilt of the military bayonet in his upper hand, and stabbed the gentleman in the left shoulder. The gentleman finally moved, his left hand grabbed the civilization stick violently, and his right hand held the protrusion at the top of the civilization stick, and slammed it outward, and a slender stabbing sword that flashed with cold light was pulled out of its sheath with a bang. The gentleman didn't move, just waved his hand back.

With a crisp sound, the thin sword in the gentleman's hand hit the side of the Mitsubishi military thorn, and a spark immediately lit up, and the gentleman used the thin sword to deflect the Mitsubishi military stab in the hand of the white figure, so that when the white figure landed, the Mitsubishi military spur in his hand grazed the gentleman's sleeve.

"Very good, Artoria, you've gotten this far, but you're a little bit short of me." The gentleman spoke, and his voice seemed to be full of affection, which was a bit like a fox's flattery, which was very lethal to the girl, but Artoria did not appreciate it, and stepped back three steps with a frown, and distanced herself from the gentleman.

"You've been chasing me for nearly half the world, are you really unwilling to back down?" The gentleman retracted the rapier into its scabbard, put it back together into a civilized stick, and then raised his right hand with white gloves and put the brim of his hat on it, revealing his eyes under the brim, and looked at Artoria, "You have been chasing me from China to the east coast of the Atlantic, you are not tired, I am still tired." ”

Reached out and rubbed his temples.

"How can you not chase." Artoria gritted her teeth, "Even if you escape to the Mariana Trench, I will chase you." ”

"How is that possible, what am I going to do there?" The gentleman smiled slightly, "I mean, you've been chasing me for nearly eight months, and I don't know what your purpose is for chasing me, every time we meet, you start fighting directly, and I don't even have time to ask." ”

The gentleman looked helpless, shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head.

"You don't have to know, you just need to know where you stand damn it." Artoria said viciously.

"Where do I stand?" The gentleman was stunned, "What do you mean?" ”

"It's not interesting, I can't remember what to say all of a sudden." Artoria glanced to the side, unwilling to explain too much, and the gentleman did not ask Artoria any more questions.

"If you're okay, I'll go first, and although I'm fine, I really don't want to fight with a woman in the middle of the night." The gentleman left the sentence and turned to leave, the civilized stick striking the ground with a clattering sound.

"Hey, you stop." Artoria immediately chased after her, "Defeat me first." ”

With that, Artoria swung her thorn in her hand, and a side edge slashed at the back of the gentleman's neck, and the gentleman continued to walk forward as if he had not noticed, ignoring the fatal blow that struck behind him. Seeing that the military thorn was about to cut the back of the gentleman's neck, but at this critical moment, a white light suddenly appeared, accurately hitting the military thorn in Artoria's hand, as soon as it passed through, a spark broke out on the military thorn, and with a snap, it was broken by the sound of the hit position, and Artoria was shocked to let go of the right hand holding the military thorn, and the original hideous Mitsubishi military thorn has now become two pieces in the air after a few circles, and fell to the ground weakly.

"Be careful next time." Without looking back, the gentleman said to Artoria, "I'm not alone. ”

"It's insidious." Artoria silently picked up the two spurs that had fallen to the side, "I thought you were worthy of the name Saber. ”

"Hehehe, there's nothing that doesn't deserve it, it's just a name." Saber laughed twice, "I'll leave first." ”

"Who said it's okay!" Artoria shouted, Saber was startled just when she raised her footsteps, and subconsciously stopped, while Artoria took advantage of this time to throw out the upper half of the army thorn in her hand, and the half of the army thorn turned into a black streamer and flew towards the back of Saber's heart. If you don't dodge, you'll definitely hit accurately.

And the person hiding in the distance naturally would not let Artoria fulfill his wish, and another white light accurately hit the half of the military thorn in mid-air, with a snap, accompanied by a spark, the half of the military thorn did not break, but quickly spun and flew out to the side, stabbing the stone wall of the building on the side with a bang, five inches did not enter, and what remained outside was less than the diameter of Artoria's slender index finger. Artoria was stunned, and it was clear that this time someone from a distance had shot the tip of the thorn.

"Who are your accomplices?" Artoria asked.

"My friend's apprentice, I won't tell you the name, you have the ability to check it yourself, let's stop here today, I'm sleepy." Saber left with a civilized stick, and this time Artoria did not continue the pursuit.

"Old man, what kind of handsome man is at an age." A girl's nervous voice came from the unilateral headphones worn by Saber, but it wasn't a word of concern, it sounded like an unfilial grandson's rebuke to his grandfather. But Saber didn't get angry, but laughed twice.

"I'm sorry I can't help it, Alice, I'm tired of you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Alice, who was lying on the roof of a building a kilometer away, chuckled and shook her head, "Master asked me to protect you, you said this is a grind, if you die, I will be unlucky." ”

"How's Archer doing?" Saber asked.

"I was transferred to Tokyo by the Assassin a while ago, but recently I was being hunted down by four Knights of the Round Table from the Admiralty, and my situation is not good." Alice is open against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on her knees.

"Not really." Saber nodded, "You go back to the hotel to rest first, I'm going to take a walk." ”

"Won't it be dangerous if you don't need me to follow?" Alice began to pack up her gear, disassembling an earthy M200 into parts and putting it in her handbag and leaving the platform.

"No problem, Artoria won't be chasing, as she always has been." Saber replied nonchalantly, "I'm just going to the bar for a cocktail, and as long as the bar doesn't explode, I'm not in danger of my life." ”

"I know, then I'll go back first." Alice pushed open the door of the building, and walked out of the place, strolling down the still brightly lit street, watching the double-decker buses pass by her, enjoying the exotic atmosphere. Big Ben in the distance pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

In a little-known bar, Saber pushes the door open.

"Brother, have a martini."

"Huh?" The redhead not far away trembled and turned back suddenly, "Why did you chase after you?" ”

Artoria then clenched the pistol in her pocket and was ready to fight.

"Relax, I'm not here to fight with you, I'm just here to ・・・・・・" Saber took the spiced Martini from the bartender and shook it in front of Artoria, "I'm just here for a drink." ”

Saber then walked over to Artoria's side, brought the glass to her lips, and took a sip.

"Who let you sit?" Artoria frowned as Saber did it to her side.

"Captain TSAS of the Admiralty Fleet 'Stalingrad' Fleet, Lily Rhonas, mysteriously disappeared from Moscow one day a year ago, and then the 'Shadow' searched for her and still disappeared until ten days later a man named Artoria Saskin appeared in Chongqing, which caught our attention."

"What do you want to say?" Artoria frowned and took a sip of the whiskey in the glass in front of her.

"This foreigner named Artoria Saskin looks very similar to Captain Lily Ronas, whom we know well, as if he had come out of a mold, so the people of Chongqing began to secretly investigate and follow you, but every time they were lost, the longest record was 10 21 seconds. So we were sure that Miss Artoria Saskin was Captain Lily Ronas, who disappeared ten days ago, and as for why she disappeared, we continued to investigate until we found a corporal named Berrank, who was assigned to Harbin for a classified mission due to a change of position in the South American rainforest, but according to the last records, the corporal was captured, and according to the procedure, he was killed by the hidden weapon we installed. And he followed you to Harbin, so I think you should be there to avenge this man, although we don't know why you want to avenge him. ”

"Very well analyzed." Artoria's eyes were gloomy, and she silently picked up her glass, raised her head and took a sip of the soda-filled whiskey in the glass, and let out a long breath, "I don't want to talk to you anymore." ”

With that, Artoria pulled out a ten-dollar pound sterling and lined it up at the bar, said "no need to look for it" to the bartender, and then turned around and left.

"Well, miss, I don't have enough money." The bartender picked up ten pounds and waved out to a distraught Artoria.

"Don't call her, I'll pay for her." Saber stopped the bartender's shouting, took out a fifty-pound note from his wallet, handed it to the bartender, and then smiled and said to the bartender, "This is for her, no need to look for it, I'll pay for this glass later." ”

"Thank you for your patronage." The bartender shouted to Artoria with a smile on his face, and then excitedly took out a twenty-pound note and a five-pound note from the money he had underneath him and stuffed them into his pocket. Saber calculated in her mind that the glass of wine that Artoria drank was worth twenty-five pounds, and the bar was really dark.

Saber smiled helplessly, shook his head, and took another sip of the martini in his glass. I don't know why, he laughed twice, and the bartender not far away was frightened.

(To be continued)