With the sound of a blade stabbing into the flesh, the sound of gunfire and sword fire that had resounded for two hours on the mountain path of Liudong Temple dissipated in the noisy wind of the night.

Blood dripped down, staining the land of the Liudong Temple mountain scarlet.

The scarlet spear, the demon-breaking red rose fell from his hand, and the tip of the imperishable yellow rose's spear, which could bring incurable damage, also drooped decadently at this moment.

The sword of victory of the oath glittered with golden brilliance, once again brought victory to its master, piercing the chest of the spearman, accompanied by the blood that continued to drip along the blade, quickly and cruelly taking the life of the spearman.

"It seems...... That's all I have to say. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, adding poignancy to Dilumudo's handsome face. But there was not the slightest fear of impending death on Dilumudo's face, but full of satisfaction and a faint sense of loss.

yes, it should be satisfied.

In such a battle that implements the knightly way, even as the defeated and killed side, it should be without complaints. The only loss is that he still failed to carry out his loyalty this time and offer the Holy Grail of victory to the master he swore allegiance to.

But even if it was defeated. Dilumudo wasn't actually much disappointed. Even if he could not personally present victory and loyalty to the master who had sworn allegiance, but for the sake of this victory and loyalty, wouldn't it be a good ending for Dilumudo to die of exhaustion and death under the sword of chivalry in such a battle full of chivalric morality?

This time, there is no need to fight with the sword of the master who has sworn allegiance.

This time, this worthless false life can be sacrificed for the sake of the master.

This time. The knight of the Knights of Fiona, named Dilumudo Odina, is finally no longer a traitor. Such. Isn't it great?

yes, that's enough.

"Thank you. Saber, I, Dilumu, am so grateful, that there is not a single ounce of defilement on your chivalric sword, and that to die under such a sword is the glorious end of my Dilumudodi. With the last of his strength, supporting his body, the perishable yellow rose pestle on the ground, supporting his legs, which were already unable to stand firmly. Dilumudo Audina's face was full of childlike satisfaction: "Artoria. No...... King Arthur, you are a king to follow. Like I said. It's ...... to be able to meet you this time Too...... Good...... ......"

The last voice of Dilumudo, the premier knight of the Knights of Fiona, dissipated between the mountain winds of the Willow Cave Temple, along with the body of the Heroic Spirit Lancer, whose soul had been absorbed by the Little Holy Grail at this moment.

"Congratulations, Lancer, for finally fulfilling your wish this time." Gently waving the golden sword in his hand, Artoria, who learned about Dilumudo's original tragic fate from Liu Jian, in addition to becoming more and more disgusted with his former master Emiya Kiritsugu, also offered his heartfelt blessings to the spearmen who were satisfied and dissipated: "May your soul in Valhalla rest in peace, Dilumudo Audina." ”

“Saber？”

Medea's voice was heard in the void. Artoria frowned slightly, and then said, "What's the matter, Caster?" ”

"It's nothing, I just received a Sevant's soul, so I want to see if you're dead." Even now they are allies in the same boat. Even more allies in the same bed. But when confronted with Artoria, the naked malice in Medea's words showed no sign of diminishing even the slightest.

"It's Lancer's soul, what's wrong Medea. Are you disappointed that I didn't die? ”

"Well, indeed."

"Humph!"

"Okay, gossip, Hugh mentioned Saber. Now that Lancer has been dealt with, let's hurry up and come back to protect the little chalice. In the void, Medea's voice commanded decisively, "I will go to the Master's place at once." ”

Artoria frowned, "How's Ken's condition?" ”

"As far as we know, we are still at war with Rider. It's been two hours. Although Master's magic response is as good as ever, it is still reassuring. ”

"I know, now return to the Willow Cave Temple to protect it. And Caster! ”

"Huh?"

"If there's an important situation, summon me immediately with the Command Charm."

"I don't need you to say that I will do it without hesitation, so let's go our separate ways."

Liu Jian was indeed caught in a bitter battle with Iskandar at this time.

Of all the Sevants, Iskandar, who came as a Rider, was not much worse than the Berserker Hercules in the Five Wars, although he was tall and strong, but he was not a heroic spirit who was a hero in hand-to-hand combat.

If you want to talk about the reason, it is probably because in the historical records, Iskandar is a king rather than a fierce general, and Iskandar should obviously be better at military strategy and strategy than personal bravery.

But Iskandar at this moment is clearly different!

Iskandar and Liu Jian, who were wrapped in electric light, fought fiercely, and every time the sword of Sepulut was swung, it would release a thunderbolt or even a piece of thunder that blasted towards Liu Jian at extraordinary speed.

Fang Tian's painting halberd swung and split the thunder and lightning, but the electric light climbed up along the metal painting rod, and the continuous transmission of electricity from Fang Tian's painting halberd caused Liu Jian's body to be violently paralyzed.

"Got it!" Iskandar roared angrily, strode forward, and raised the sword of Sepulut in his hand to slash at Liu Jian, who was unable to move due to the paralysis of lightning.

"Think beautifully!" It was also an angry roar, and the true qi in the body was running wildly, dispelling the paralyzing feeling that conveyed the whole body in an instant, and the tip of the halberd was raised, and while the long sword in Iskandar's hand was opened, the small branch of the halberd turned, and the cold-blooded edge slashed towards Iskandar's neck.

Instead of choosing to retreat, not choosing to crouch, Iskandar moved forward with his body out of balance, and his head jerked to the right. At the same time, he lowered his body slightly, trying to avoid the attack of the painted halberd twig. At the same time, the sword of Sepulute in his hand slashed at Liu Jian mercilessly.

Pass through each side. Iskandar and Liu Jian turned around almost in no particular order, and Fang Tian's halberd and the sword of Sepulut swung out at the same time. The two treasures that could be called divine weapons made a sound like an explosion at the moment of their meeting. The two of them used this force to retreat, guarded, and carefully observed their opponents.

The King of Conquest had an additional wound on his face, stretching from the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face to the root behind his ear, almost slashing half of Iskandar's face diagonally, and blood gushing outward like a fountain of blood.

Liu Jian's condition was not much better than Iskander's, and while drawing a halberd branch to cut Iskandar's cheek, his right shoulder was also slashed by the Sword of Sepulut in the hands of the King of Conquest, and the armor of his body was cleaved by the Noble Phantasm Sword. It left a deep wound on Liu Jian's left shoulder, and if it weren't for the golden bell shield to protect him, the sword of the conquering king might have completely cut off his shoulder and cut off his left arm.

"I have to praise you for losing the treasure I was used to to and still being able to do this, King of Conquest." , Inserting Fang Tian's painting halberd on the ground, the raised left hand glowed with a blue-white light, although the time was short. But after all, he was followed by Medea, a magician of the god generation, and Liu Jian also learned a lot of magic tricks from Medea, and at the same time, the memories snatched from Yan Feng Qili also greatly accelerated Liu Jian's learning of magic.

Now. Although it is just getting started, some simple magic tricks Liu Jian can already use, relying on a huge amount of magic power. There are no scruples about using it, for example, what Liu Jian uses at the moment. The magic of healing.

After using healing magic to heal the wound on his shoulder, Liu Jian suddenly said, "That's not right." It should be said that it is precisely because of the loss of the treasure that he used to rely on in the past that Iskandar can break through and grow to the point where he is now. It seems that I miscalculated your origin, and unlike EA, the King's Army is not your root Noble Phantasm at all. ”

"I'll take your compliment, King of another world." Gently touching the wound on his cheek, Iskandar looked at Liu Jian's already healed shoulder and couldn't help but complain: "But magic is really convenient, I thought that such a blow could at least nullify the combat power of at least one of your hands, but I didn't expect to be cured so easily by the healing magic." ”

"Even if you complain like that, I won't give up using magic, Iskander." Smiling lightly, Liu Jian said: "It is only right to use all means to win in the military duel, I have given up using the many treasures in the king's treasure, if you still want to make me want to let it be impossible." Iskander! ”

"In that case, there's no way around it, because I'm exhausted." Smiling helplessly, the lightning light of the sword of Seprut in Iskandar's hand vanished after a flicker. Iskandar discarded the longsword, which had become a treasure.

"You've won, King of another world."

"Rider, what are you talking about!" Webb Wilwitt cried out, "Have you forgotten my spell? I commanded you to win and win the Holy Grail, have you forgotten? How can you give up at this time! ”

"I'm sorry, little Master." Turning around, he smiled open-mindedly at Webb: "But I've used up all my magic power, and I really don't have the ability to continue fighting at this moment." It seems that even the miracle of the spell will not allow me to win this time. ”

“Rider！” Webber shouted this word loudly, and there were countless words in his heart that he wanted to say, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word, and finally he could only look away unwillingly. It's not that he doesn't want to look at Iskander, he just doesn't want Iskandar to see the tears in his eyes.

"Have you given up already, Iskander?" Speaking of Fang Tian's halberd, Liu Jian slowly walked towards the heroic spirit of the cavalry: "This martial duel really made me happy." ”

"Well, I'm too, the king of another world." The look on Iskandar's face at this moment was extremely serious: "Then the last one, the king of the other world, tell me your name." At least let me know who defeated Iskander. ”

"Hah, of course." Liu Jian smiled: "My name is Liu Jian, the conqueror of the world who conquered the continent of Essos and is heading towards Westeros. If you want to come to Minecraft for a challenge, Iskander, I'm always ready to welcome you. ”

"yes, that's the name. Hahahaha......" Iskandar laughed and said, "Very good, I remembered, I kept it firmly in my mind, and I will never forget it." ”

"Then......" Fang Tian's halberd pierced Iskandar's chest, and the king's heroic spirit did not dodge at all: "Goodbye, Iskander." ”

"Well, goodbye Liu Jian. And goodbye, my little master, stand up, don't look like you're going to cry, you're already a real man. ”

Iskandar disappeared and left this world with a smile on his face. At least in this battle, Iskander did his best, leaving nothing to regret. Despite the final defeat, Iskander still cherishes the dream of victory, just like the sea that has never seen the end of the world, but he will never regret this defeat.

"Iskander, the king who lives so freely." Liu Jian raised his head, and he didn't know that the one that flickered in the dark night sky represented this conqueror from Macedonia: "It's really enviable, this way of life that you have to implement yourself no matter what." But...... So be it. ”

“Master？”

"Oh, Medea." Retracting his neck, Liu Jian looked at Medea who suddenly shuttled here and smiled: "What, there is no problem on Artoria's side." ”

"Well, Lancer has already solved it, so I came to take a look because I couldn't worry about Master." Medea smiled and said, "I haven't had time to congratulate Master on his victory." ”

"It is indeed a victory worth celebrating, then from tonight onwards, the Holy Grail War is over." Taking back the Fang Tian Painting Halberd to the king's treasure, Liu Jian raised his feet and walked in the direction of Liudong Temple. After taking a few steps, he found that Medea was still standing in place.

"What's wrong, Medea?"

"Master, this person is Rider's Master." Medea looked at Weber, who was already sitting on the ground without strength, and there was nothing he was thinking in his distracted eyes, only silent tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.

"Are you going to get rid of him here?"

"Are you going to die?"

Webb's heart was filled with fear at the moment.

But......

"But, even so, I can't be ashamed! I, Webb Wilwitt, am the Master of Iskander, a true man, and I must not be disgraced! Wiping away the tears from his eyes, Webber stood up from the ground with his eyes firmly fixed on Liu Jian and Medea.

There was no anger or hatred in those eyes, only stubbornness and uncompromising in those eyes, which almost overflowed.

"This kid ......"

"That's a nice look." After saying a word with a smile, Liu Jian said: "No need, he has neither Sevant nor a spell, everything is over." Medea, gone. ”

"Okay, Master." (To be continued.) )

PS: PS. Today's two more and eight thousand words are over, and tomorrow if there is no accident, at least three more, if the state is good, Kitty will break out.