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It would be great if Siegfried accepted her gift honestly... As long as he regains his strength, the incident that affected Siegfried today because of her as the arbiter will also be corrected.Even if Siegfried was killed afterwards, it was a 'fair battle' with all her strength, and she didn't feel any guilt.

"Let's keep Fran for the two Command Seals!" Weston smiled.

Jeanne's expression was a little helpless but she couldn't tell. Is this guy planning to use her as a long-term bodyguard?No one with a bit of shame would treat her like this, she is a fair arbiter!

"Be careful, Ruler!" Siegfried, who was lying on the ground, stared suddenly.

【Intuition】

A slender rain of green arrows shot from behind Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc waved the holy flag in his hand, absorbing all the arrow rain coming from the front.

After the light rain, two figures, a man and a woman, jumped into the arena and landed opposite Joan of Arc.

"Red Archer, Rider." Joan of Arc looked solemn, never expecting that these two would leave and return.

"You are in the way, Ruler!" Atalanta snorted.

"Exactly. Now that you don't have that elemental golem, it's impossible to stop me. Juggernaut!" Achilles pointed his gun at Weston, with the meaning of "let's fight again". .

Their situation is a little strange... Weston thought to himself.

These two people have unlocked the Noble Phantasm. If their master is a magician, they should give up the battle and gather information to fight next time.

So...is there any 'key' that makes them feel like they're going back and forth, that absolutely kills them?

Then give it a try!

He also wanted to unseal the power of the holy sword Balmonk.

Weston glanced at Siegfried on the ground: "Can you transform into a spirit body?"

This sentence might be insulting to Heroic Spirit, but Siegfried didn't care.Some of the magic power remaining in the healed body turned into light and shadow and dissipated in the air.

"Damn it!" Atalanta and Achilles cursed secretly after seeing this scene.

"He won't be gone for long, but do you want to face our two servants alone?" Achilles snorted.

Weston turned the hilt of the holy sword with both hands, and laughed: "I'm not alone."

He looked at Joan of Arc beside him, Joan of Arc felt very sudden, and when Atalanta and Achilles looked over, he immediately explained: "Wait..."

"Stop talking, Ruler." Atalanta interrupted Joan directly: "You are already an obstacle to us."

Jeanne: "..."

The moment he finished speaking, Atalanta opened his hands and put on his bow, shooting a round of arrows without hesitation.The rain of arrows was densely covered, and Joan of Arc could only reluctantly gather the holy flag, sweep the gun barrel, and disperse the attack.

"Let's start too! Juggernaut~" Achilles eagerly stared at Weston, posing in a fighting posture with a gun.

"Forget it, with your mocking tone, I will let you see for yourself what a Juggernaut is!" Siegfried has already transformed into a spirit body, as long as his intuition is not the existence of a breakthrough, he will not be exposed so easily .

At this point, Weston was also liberated.

A sword.

【Wind and Fen Xun】

Use the rune runes attached to the feet to increase the speed to the extreme, and hold the sword in both hands to stab forward and attack the front.On the way from being transformed into an afterimage, the Holy Sword Balmonk is given magic properties while moving.

Such as [Curse], [Poison], [Lethal]...Westone added all the magic seals obtained from Selene Kai.As long as this sword hits, it can be killed instantly, the premise is that it can hit!

"At the ultimate speed? In terms of speed, no one can compare to me." Achilles was far away, and at the same time, his body instantly brought a gust of wind from the atmosphere.I saw two completely different afterimages, like two comets, dragging long afterimage tails, meeting in the center of the battlefield instantly.

Clang!

Sparks fly!

A cloud of smoke rose from the center of the ground!

With the two of them as the center, a huge crater was instantly cracked on the ground where they were standing. The point of the sword collided with the point of the spear, and the center point formed a distorted force field.

No one on both sides could do anything to anyone.

And the same goes for their weapons!

If it was an ordinary weapon, both of them would have already been broken, but one is the treasured treasure in the age of mythology, the flying star, and the other is completely imagined. As long as the magic power is not exhausted, its hardness can reach exactly the same hardness as the real holy sword.

"No hit?" Weston said regretfully.

"I've said it before. In terms of skills, neither of us will lose to the other. The only thing to see is who's physical strength is exhausted first and whose magic power can't support it, that's the moment to decide the winner!" The corner of Achilles' mouth rose.

Berserker is coming!As long as you hold him back, you can fight two against one.

Although Achilles enjoyed such a battle, he knew better.The priority of killing a Master and a Saber.

"It can't be killed in seconds, what a bad review!" Weston tried hard with both hands, trying to provoke the tip of the opponent's spear, and Achilles used strength with him almost at the same time, trying to push down the opponent's holy sword. With the same idea.

Pick up the opponent's weapon and kill him!

But the simultaneous thoughts at this moment can only make them collide with each other again based on the use of 'force'.

A gust of air pressure extended from the center, blowing the hair of the two people.No one retreated, and no one had predicted what the other party was going to do next.

Achilles jumped back, and Weston jumped back.The moment he landed, Weston first drew a ten-foot-long silver slash, slashing towards the place where the opponent landed.

"Is there such a waste of magic power? This can only make you lose faster." Achilles landed, the crossbar of the spear was before the slash, and the magic blade splashed out from the silver slash rubbed against his face. He passed by with a small wound.

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