Magical comprehensive travel

Panting with his sword, the wound on his left hand caused by the "inevitable yellow rose" began to flow blood slowly again. Saber frowned slightly, but he endured the pain of his wrist. He waved his sword again and cut a demon in front of him in half.

Damn it, how could it be endless... Looking around, saber found that the number of demons did not decrease, but increased. Saber couldn't help feeling powerless.

"Is it......" looking at the human skin book with a slight light in caster's hand, saber guessed the worst possibility.

"It's really memorable, Joan of arc. Everything is the same as in the past."

Caster looked vaguely at the holy painting and watched Saber's increasingly miserable battle.

"Even in a dangerous situation where you are outnumbered, you will never fear or give in. Your eyes have never doubted victory. You have not changed. There is no doubt that the noble fighting spirit and noble soul are the evidence of being Joan of arc. Obviously..."

As usual, full of nonsense. But saber suppressed his anger and wholeheartedly killed the miscellaneous soldiers in front of him. Refuting each other sentence by sentence will only hit the enemy's heart.

"Why, why don't you wake up? Do you still believe in God's protection? Do you think miracles will save you in this desperate situation? -- what a sigh! Have you forgotten the battle of Gongbi love? Have you forgotten to push you from the summit of glory to the trap of God who broke hell? Even after so many insults, are you willing to be God's thread doll?"

I really want to stop that nonsense. I really want him to know what kind of judgment the sin will accept because of the boring delusion that took the child's life - even if he thinks so, the tip of the sword can't touch him at all. Saber was stopped by the wall composed of countless monsters. Every time he killed, more appeared, which made saber very distressed.

"Such an embarrassing image will humiliate your Saber's name." a frivolous voice sounded, accompanied by the light of red and yellow.

"Lancer, why..."

"Don't make a mistake, saber." Lancer stopped saber from going on with his fierce eyes.

"The only command I received from the master today was to bring down caster. I didn't accept the instructions for you. In that case, I judge it is best to fight together here. What do you think?"

Saber didn't ask him why. Just nodded at the smiling Lancer and stood to his right. Saber no longer pays attention to the left and holds the sword to the right. Now she has the most trusted left arm.

"Let's be clear, Lancer. I can knock down a hundred such miscellaneous fish with one left hand."

"Hum, it's no big deal. You should be left-handed today." the two spirits joked with each other and rushed towards the gathered monsters. The sword and two magic guns cut open a large group of tentacles extending from all directions.

"You guy, how dare you bother me!"

"That's what I'm going to say. Evil." Lancer stared coldly at the angry caster and pointed the front end of his left shotgun at him.

"Who makes you so presumptuous? Saber's head is a medal destined to be hung under my gun. It's a shameless act to be despised on the battlefield if you want to make a profit and steal the fruits of victory."

Because of Lancer's participation, saber got a turning point. Needless to say, in front of the castle gate of einzbellen, the figure in black robes stood slowly.

"Cheap guy, it's a shame to participate in the Holy Grail War with a guy like you." the gnashing words and raised face were Lancer's master Kenneth.

The warning of the complacent magician who tried his best to arrange was broken by jokes. Originally, he expected to belong to the open duel between magicians, but he didn't expect that he would be dealt with by such despicable means, which made the proud and proud Kenneth really unbearable.

"What can a despicable trick bring you? Weigong Chesi, I want you to know that all you can do in front of a real magician is to die sadly!"

Kenneth smiled defiantly and put the ceramic bottle under his arm on the ground. As soon as he left his hand, the bottom of the bottle sank heavily into the ground. The actual weight of this bottle carried by weight reduction is close to 140 kg.

"Fervor, meisanguis." (boiling, my blood) with a low voice singing, it seems that there is a silver white material like life twisted and spread, and the strange light refracted across Kenneth's eyes, revealing endless tyranny.

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Meanwhile, the battle of the three servants continued in the jungle of einz Belen.

"It doesn't look good." Lancer's low voice began to sound. At the moment, he and saber stood back-to-back, like their closest comrades in arms, surrounded by countless disgusting demons waving tentacles.

"Hehe, Lancer, are you afraid?" saber still had leisure and joked.

"How could it be? I wouldn't care if there were another 1000 at this level." the red and yellow gun in my hand radiated dazzling light, but simply waved, and a large group of demons turned into fragments. But those splashing flesh and blood slowly wriggled again, and then recovered the prototype again.

"What do you think? How do you feel disgusted." saber cut the demon in front of him into pieces with a sword, and saber said with disgust on his face.

"There's no end to this, except surprise. It's amazing." although Lancer still doesn't show fatigue, his muttering voice is really helpless.

There is no trend of victory or defeat. Obviously, there are two Knight level servants who show great power, but the number of monsters summoned again and filling the loopholes in the siege has not decreased until now.

"It's the magic guide book, Lancer. As long as he has his treasure... The war situation will not change."

"I see. That's what happened." after hearing Saber's whisper, Lancer sighed sadly.

"But if you want to knock the book out of that guy's hand, you must break through the wall of miscellaneous fish anyway."

"If I can get close, I can destroy the magic book with the red rose in my hand."

"Is that so, Lancer, I'll open up a road in one breath. It's only one chance. Lancer, can you run as fast as the wind?" saber said in a awe inspiring tone, holding the golden sword in his hand.

"That's very simple. It won't disappoint you." Lancer waved his two guns and said confidently.

"What are you whispering? Is it the last prayer?"

Caster calmly laughed at the two servants. Now it's not saber who fights with them. It can be said that it's his treasure "Luomin City textbook".

Caster is like an audience watching the battle in the safety circle. It's just elegant and calm. At most, it's ridicule to stimulate the enemy's nerves. It's enough for his "attack" to reach this level.

"Terror! Despair! The 'number gap' that can be overcome by force alone is limited. Ha ha, feel humiliated? Be crushed and suffocated by monsters with neither glory nor reputation! There is nothing more shameful for heroes!"

With the clamor of caster, many demons came screaming again.