This is My Heroic Path

"In that case, why did you tell the girl about his whereabouts?" asked Gilgamesh.

"This and that are two different things. Now is the time of the Holy Grail War. My duty is to serve the Master. Besides, the Master doesn't want to do bad things to An Zhiyu. She just wants to take him back to have a relationship." Cu Chulainn shrugged and said.

During this period of time, just seeing the persistent love of Aige, Cu Chulainn was a little moved, and wanted to fulfill her wish.

As for An Zhiyu...then let him be wronged.

No, how can this be called grievance?If Cu Chulainn had been replaced, he would probably have accepted it graciously at this moment.

That's why An Zhiyu was a little hypocritical, a little cowardly, although Cu Chuulin could indeed feel that Aige was still planning something secretly, but if it were him, he would probably still accept the love of Aige calmly.

As for what Aige is planning...it doesn't matter.

In short, Cu Chulainn felt that he was rarely summoned, he should see some interesting things, and he should help his ineffective younger brother a little bit.

The root princess likes An Zhiyu, so he will support it with all his strength!

A warmhearted person who loves to help others... This is the Blue Lancer Cu Chulainn!

Of course, with such a high-sounding statement, Cu Chulainn actually just watched the fun and wanted to eat more melons.

"Are you in love..."

On the other side, after listening to Cu Chulainn's words, Gilgamesh whispered, and then snorted coldly with disdain, "It's really boring. This Holy Grail War is really disappointing."

Tsk, if Xiaoen is here...

Gilgamesh shook his head, snorted again to express his disdain, then turned and left.

Cu Chulainn turned his head to look in the direction Ai Ge left.

Next... Let's follow to see what's going on with An Zhiyu.

Just when he thought of this, Cu Chulainn suddenly felt a familiar aura in the distance. After he was stunned for a while, he slowly turned his head to look.

...It's already at this time, and there are still servants appearing in the world? !

And... what's the situation with this coldness...

Cu Chulainn's body shivered subconsciously, only feeling a chill hit his bone marrow.

At that moment, Cu Chulainn remembered once again the fear of being dominated, as well as the humiliation of being often pushed to the ground and tyrannized.

……

Clang!

There was a crisp sound of weapons colliding on the ground. An Zhiyu held Illya in one hand and the holy sword in the other, and started a fight with Hercules.

Although An Zhiyu intends to leave the battlefield, Hercules is indeed difficult to deal with, and An Zhiyu has to take care of the big loli in his arms, which makes the situation a bit deadlocked.

"Big brother—" Illya seemed to want to say something.

"Where is Joan of Arc?!" An Zhiyu raised his sword to resist the blow of Hercules forcefully, and swung his giant axe away. The golden ripples behind him were accompanied by the sound of tearing the treasure shoot together.

Hercules just took a few steps back, before he could dodge in time, the Noble Phantasm pierced his body.

"She was attacked by a servant from Shajo Aiga's side, and now she is fighting with other servants." Illya warned loudly while speaking, "Be careful, Berserker can be resurrected twelve times!"

"I know!" An Zhiyu retreated violently, and countless cracks appeared on the ground of the street. The next moment, Hercules' body, which was already full of scars, began to recover again.

"You said that Joan of Arc was fighting with the servants of Aige... Then who is fighting with Joan of Arc now?!" An Zhiyu lowered his head and asked.

"It's Archer, Artoria." Illya said.

An Zhiyu froze for a moment, then murmured to himself, "No way..."

boom!

The next moment, Hercules rushed towards An Zhiyu, and the burst of power at that moment made An Zhiyu's eyes narrow.

Now he doesn't have so many thoughts, he has to find a way to leave...

Surrounded by forest-like buildings, the streets were already dilapidated. At this time, two people were standing quietly in front of the roof of a certain building against the night wind.

Gamo looked down at the battle below from top to bottom, his eyes were cold.

"Aren't you going to help him, Master?" Baimao Hassan asked quietly standing beside her.

"Assassin, don't you understand?" Kamo turned his head and looked at Baimao Hassan with a smile on his face, "Go help Saber now, he won't be grateful, and even if he does, he won't be very impressed."

Baimao Hassan was taken aback.

Understood, Master, is this a drama about a beautiful woman saving a hero?

Imagine that when the two sides were fighting fiercely, the boy in his arms was cornered by a tall and ferocious man, cornered, at this moment, the great God of Cupid scolded, and then fell from the sky.

At that time, the light of the whole world will gather on her, and then she walked up to the dying Saber, and stretched out her hand: "Be my servant, Saber."

A dying boy signs a contract with a god who fell from the sky.

Indeed, this is a super perfect script!

Baimao Hassan hesitated for a moment: "But Master..."

"What's wrong?" Gamo asked, tilting his head.

"Miss Sha Tiao seems to be rushing this way."