This is My Holy Grail Battle

After finishing speaking, Archer flipped through the book of law in his hand, and then fell into silence.Weiyang watched quietly, and felt more and more that Archer was full of heroism.

Chapter 016

The desolate city in the north of Blanche, the lonely temple. In the workshop created by Saber using crude steel and concrete, the four servants met here.They used swords and knives to play a sonorous and powerful hymn, or crisp, or long-sounding, or screaming.

The strong wind blew the falling snow, and the turbulent air flow blew across the ground. Saber broke free from the collision between the thick ink and the purple mist, and the gushing wind suddenly emerged, howling with the falling snow, and the sweeping magic power was as violent as a blizzard.

Saber's right wrist holding the sword turned slightly inward, standing with the sword behind her back.She raised her scabbard, pointing straight ahead.The thin vermilion lips parted slightly, and the pleasant voice turned into faint musical notes.The words of the gods are like laws, and all the magic power is stagnated as soon as they are spoken.

The scabbard flicked lightly, without causing any waves.But as the light flashed by, the magic power in the air dissipated like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water, whether it was thick ink or purple air, they all turned into bubbles.

Saber flicked a sword flower, no matter whether she used sword energy or magic power, she couldn't penetrate the caster's defensive line.Similarly, caster didn't have any intention of attacking.He was defending, but Saber knew that if he didn't stop, he would either die or be injured.So she backed off, letting go of the pressure before the caster exploded.

The intuition from Artoria told her that the opponent was trying to seize the opening while defending and kill him with one blow.If you defend for a long time, you will lose, caster pursues to kill the enemy while defending!

Eyes met, Saber felt the breath of Berserker.The Berserker was defeated in the battle with Assassin, so he approached the Caster, which surprised Saber slightly.

But in the eyes of the temple, there was a clear picture. Saber had no choice but to accept this news, she found that assassin seemed to be more suitable for the class of Saber than her.

Saber stomped on the solid concrete floor, and the cracked ground broke into countless cracks, like a web woven by a spider. Saber leaped high and spread out a magic circle in the sky.

The awn star and the square reflect each other, and the energy in the staggered four corners begins to condense non-stop.

The purple magic beam instantly ignited the air, and the high temperature melted away the falling snowflakes.This beam of light is like a meteor, dragging a long tail flame from the sky. Saber immediately released her magic power, like a rapidly accelerating rocket in the sky, and suddenly rushed downward.

Saber's speed was extremely fast, the magic beam she shot just now was still in the air and hadn't hit the target yet, but she rushed to the caster's side in just a split second.

She raised her sword, and before cutting it down, the magic cannon tore through the black cloud of caster for a second.

Chong——!

The magic bursts and sparks fly.The flickering thunder light caused a shocking explosion, and the purple and black auras were once again confused.

Saber put away the scabbard, Avalon disappeared in the air, and the swordsman held Durandal with both hands.When she turned her footsteps, Saber's footsteps twisted the cement road into a spiral pit.Under the dance steps of the servants, the solid concrete is nothing but a soft loess.

Although the swordsman's body is petite, the surging power hidden in his body is no less than that of a giant dragon.Twisting his body, the power accumulated in the blink of an eye had pierced the air.This sword caused a sonic boom!

Caster's broad forehead and big eyes were dignified. He was silent and just a flat sword in the dancer's hand. Caster was already prepared, but Durandal's aggressive edge still exceeded his expectations.He is summoned by the skill level, and he is not very good at hand-to-hand combat.Facing Saber's strong offensive now, he had no choice but to retreat steadily.

Saber is worthy of her class, her sword pierces people who can't open their eyes.Stepping fiercely in the air, she stepped on the concrete wall at the corner.The tough wall is nothing but tofu, which explodes instantly after borrowing force.The splashing gravel mixed with the majestic air waves made Saber imposing.

The cement wall was stepped out of a pothole the size of an oil drum lid, and the cracks spread and the cement cracked, leaving only a few bent steel bars struggling to support.

Pressing hard at every step, she attacked again immediately after missing a sword.Either with the help of the terrain or spraying magic power, the offensive continued, and the storm formed by the blade seemed to swallow the caster completely!

Boom-!

The intuitive picture caused ripples in Saber's mind, she saw countless pure black thick ink erupting from Caster's body, engulfing her completely immediately.

Saber didn't know what it was, and she didn't know whether the thick ink would pose a threat to her.But the handful of bristling hair had already exploded and stood straight.That was a fatal warning, a precursor to Caster's counterattack!Either a treasure or a lore.

"Um--?!"

Saber jumped back ahead of time before seeing the caster's action, and her transcendent intuition made the thick ink come to nothing before it erupted.

This has happened more than once, whenever the number of saber attacks reaches a certain level, the intuition will always issue a warning.The opponent seemed to be using defense to accumulate strength, and if he didn't make a move, it would be a killer move.

The ascending magical power began to gradually decline, and Saber discovered through several trials that it seemed that the caster's defense could not be torn apart without revealing the bottom card.The non-stop attack can only consume mana for no reason, so she stopped.

Saber dodged the caster's attack ahead of time, the magician stared in astonishment, and he immediately sighed: "What a heavy killing intent, what a fast sword!" In addition to dignified, there is only vigilance left.

"Very vigilant movement, wonderful, wonderful!" This is just Caster's simple evaluation of Saber's superb skills.

The petite figure of the girl presented a requiem on the stage formed by the crude concrete construction site.Her moving figure is not a light and wonderful dance, but a murderous move revealed under the light of the dawn.

"I didn't expect Western swordsmanship to be so exquisite. Whenever I want to fight back, you can always escape gracefully. Admiration, admiration." Caster couldn't help but marvel, he whispered:

"This swordsmanship is not as gentle as Confucianism, nor as domineering as Legalism. On the contrary, it looks like a military strategist, with a simple killing intent. But this subtle feeling is like Taoist immortality." He found that Saber can always see through all your actions.Even as soon as there is a momentum, the opponent immediately retreats.

Saber doesn't really understand it, but when it comes to military strategists, she probably understands something.After all, whether it is Artoria or her, swordsmanship is a murderous sword honed on the battlefield.That detached intuition always makes the King of Knights always victorious.

Before he knew it, Caster had retreated into the alley.

The damp concrete walls of the construction site are bare, thick and tall, blocking out the sun. Saber saw countless madmen holding knives with red eyes, crawling out from the shadow of the concrete wall.They resemble human figures, but they also resemble beasts.

The slender knife shone brightly with a cold light, and it was covered with extremely thick black-purple mucus.It looked like blood, but Saber could feel that it was a curse.It is definitely not a curse that can be formed overnight, they have been cursed for at least a hundred years.

The knife was stained with resentment, and the curse turned almost blood-colored, which meant that they had killed someone. Berserker's subordinates were cursed by people, so that countless years passed, and there was no intention of dissipating.Their legends still live, but all that remains are vicious curses.

They strictly prohibited, did not speak or move much, this is a group of dead soldiers holding long knives.Under the master's order, they are willing to go to the underworld and go to hell.But they were cursed and lost their minds, and they might not be able to do anything except fight.

Assassin's opponents are them, and only after seeing Saber with their own eyes can they know what's going on.

Fierce, brutal, insane.The action is orderly, like a group of organized madmen!

If the Noble Phantasm of the servants is a positive force full of order, then these cursed soldiers are negative.They are similar to Noble Phantasms, but with the opposite nature and without any blessings.

Appearing together with berserker is assassin.The assassin walks aboveboard and freely.Jumping among the small concrete buildings of different heights, Assassin finally landed beside Saber.

He has now formed a temporary ally with Saber, so the assassin stands with Saber, and the distance between them is within reach.The enemies who had been desperately fighting for their lives at this moment joined hands to face countless bloody murderous auras.

"I will guarantee the safety of your Master, you don't need to worry." Saber knew what Assassin was most concerned about, so she whispered something, she was reassuring Assassin's worries.

"Thank you very much." This thank you was sincere, and assassin acted frankly.He is not an assassin, but a true knight.

Her keen perception scanned the entire temple, and Saber could feel the masters of Berserker and Caster withdrawing from her workshop at the same time.She hasn't had time to backstab it yet, which only proves that they're allies who stand together.

The two cavalry servants teamed up to enter their own workshop, and the temple was invaded, which no magician could tolerate.Anyone who sets foot in a magician's workshop without the owner's consent is tantamount to declaring war.Whether it is assassin or berserker, or later caster.