A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"Looks like luck," he said.

Combined with the plot, it is almost certain that the Siegfried he is looking for is ahead.

Li Xiang walked forward and saw a young man holding a giant sword in front of the white city wall.

The most eye-catching thing is not his armor and silver hair, but the blue and white pattern on his chest that looks like a poisonous scorpion.

Siegfried.

In "Song of the Nibelungen", the dragon slayer who holds the holy sword Barumuk and defeats the evil dragon Fafnir.

He was fighting against Lancelot and Vlad III.

Speaking of which, Siegfried and the Grand Duke still had a teammate relationship in "Fate/Apocrypha", but looking at the fierce battle between the two sides now, most of them have no memory.

"Perhaps we can eliminate Lancelot and Vlad III here." Li Xiang's eyes lit up, comparing the strength of the two sides, it is entirely possible.

"Elizabeth and Qing Ji, you two go to deal with that spearman, and Siegfried and I deal with Lancelot, is that okay?" he asked.

"Naturally no problem." Elizabeth took out the spear, "Leave it to me."

"My flame will destroy him, hehehe, maybe even roast a lizard." Qing Ji smiled.

For a moment, Li Xiang doubted whether it was correct to group the two of them into a group.

But Elizabeth had rushed out.

A blood-red magic circle appeared under her feet.

The body suddenly spread a pair of black wings.

She seemed to be a young dragon and flew up.

Waves of blood poured out from the spear, and the roaring magic power immediately attracted the attention of the three combatants.

Especially Grand Duke Vlad III.

Because the attack was aimed straight at him.

Vlad III turned his spear, and the dim blue light blew out magic power, sweeping out.

Red and blue collide.

When the magic power dissipated, the two spears had already sounded a long series of intense music.

Qing Ji came late.

She raised the fan in her hand.

In front of her, a blue flame flew out, like a snake or a dragon, twisting and gliding in the air, and when it reached the battlefield, it split into several fireworks to form a grand firework.

"Hey, stupid snake, what the hell are you doing?" Elizabeth yelled, jumping away from the flames.

"Of course I'm killing the enemy for the master, I don't care what happens on the way." Qing Ji smiled coldly.

Li Xiang rubbed his forehead, he was a little worried that the two would fight each other halfway.

But that's all.

He looked at Lancelot who seemed to be unaffected and was still fighting Siegfried, and said softly, "Dragon Armor."

Magic engraved inspiration on the back.

Layers of scales spread into armor.

Li Xiang took out Bi Luo, the power of the earth was connected with the long sword in his hand, and endless power suddenly surged.

He started to run, the long sword flew across the air, and there was a sharp howl, and dozens of khaki sword qi spewed out.

Lancelot, who had a premonition of danger, retreated instinctively. After opening the distance with Siegfried, the black long sword slashed directly, extremely fast, forming a dark purple rain of swords.

The magic is dissipating.

Li Xiang, who appeared in front of him after crossing the aftermath, raised his sword high and was already in front of him.

"Now is not the time to be dazed, Siegfried," he said.

Chapter 29 Siegfried

Siegfried's holy sword Barumuk was narrower than ordinary two-handed knight swords, about two meters long.

Hearing Li Xiang's words, he didn't answer, and held up the holy sword. On the sword, a light yellow crystal light appeared, like precious jade, clear and beautiful.

These bright lights extended outwards, connected to the great source in the air, and the turbulent wind blew up in front of him.

From top to bottom, Li Xiang's sword was a machete, splitting the wind and waves, and carrying a mighty force, it landed on Lancelot's head.

And Siegfried's sword, in his hand, showed a lightness different from that of a huge sword body. The light yellow magic power wrapped the swift sword, and pierced Lancelot's waist from the side.

Although Lancelot was irrational, his fighting instinct was still there.

Layers of magical air waves gushed out from his long black sword, like a continuous ocean, hitting Li Xiang's sword one after another.

The air wave at the point of contact split, but it was difficult for Biluo to advance an inch.

Like a fountain, it continuously sends out majestic power, the front layer disappears, and the back layer immediately fills up, and the fragments of magic power turn into wind, forming a vortex above Lancelot's head.

His left hand, which was spared in a black armored glove, held the air.