I'm not an old sword

Still shrouded in white mist.

However, compared to the "real" London, the white fog here is much weaker, and he can vaguely see the rather retro buildings on both sides.

"No, it's not retro, this is the architectural style here."

Lin Qingsu suddenly thought of the information she had learned from Weber during the day.

"Did I get to them?"

"The disintegration of the Holy Grail and the barrier doesn't mean returning to reality, but coming to another time and space?"

Lin Qingsu couldn't figure it out, she could only sigh, "Magic is amazing!" ', I began to check my own situation first.

First of all, the connection with Brunhilde and Mordred is still there, indicating that there is nothing wrong with them, and they should have been sent to this world, but they can vaguely perceive that their state is not very stable.

However, it is normal to experience abnormalities when infected by black mud.

That kind of thing that is filled with the magical power of the body of heroes but full of malice, except for Gilgamesh, who is originally mentally abnormal, can face it as if he is taking a bath. Even he has experienced several "baths" , I'm used to it, and with my special physique, I can be as nonchalant as I am now.

Although unstable, since the connection still exists, it shows that they are still rational and not completely out of control.

"Um?."

Then Lin Qingsu suddenly found that her physical fitness had improved a lot.

Originally, "Dragon Heart" used the speed that his body could adapt to, and slowly improved, but just took a 'bath' at zero distance, which directly increased his progress by a lot. I feel that the cumulative improvement yesterday will be much more.

"It's a pity that I was quick and killed it just now."

Lin Qingsu was a little annoyed, just rinsing it once would have this effect. If he kept it up and let it spit black mud to bathe himself every day, maybe after soaking for a month, he could directly run to the United States with his sword in hand to kill Leif. To brush.

Sighing, Lin Qingsu withdrew her thoughts and looked around.

Suddenly there was a pungent smell of blood.

"Ok?"

Lin Qingsu lowered her head, raised her eyebrows and took half a step back in fear.

There was a corpse at his feet.

The corpse was a woman in her twenties, dressed in fine clothes. If it was just a corpse, it would be nothing more than a corpse, but her face was distorted due to pain and she looked extremely ferocious. Her facial features were all cut off and her stomach was disemboweled. It was obvious that she was dead. Suffered not a short period of time before the torture.

"What is this?"

Lin Qingsu gasped, and looked around vigilantly after recovering.

Without seeing it with his own eyes, he thought that Jack the Ripper was just a murderer, but after seeing the corpse with his own eyes, he understood what kind of pervert that guy was, and even made Lin Qingsu worry about Linglongguan Meishaye.

Just when he was about to take a step to find it, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the fog.

Lin Qingsu immediately drew out her sword.

'Bah! '

With the strength of the sword, Lin Qingsu took a few steps back and kept a reaction distance to look at the person coming.

Those who came to attack did not attack again immediately.

Instead, he looked at him with great interest, and with a willful smile, the dazzling blond young man in red and white armor suddenly grinned.

"Got you."

"Ok?"

Lin Qingsu was startled when she heard the tone of reunion after a long absence, was she recognized?

But he and I have the story of that night, and the template of the old sword was used, how did he recognize himself?

Could this be the bond between father and son?

Lin Qingsu was a little hesitant, if he was recognized normally, he would admit it openly, but one is in front of him is this traitor whom he killed all night long, and on the other hand, Linglongguan Mei Shaye is also here, if he is recognized She knew that she was Arthur, wouldn't she want to peel her own skin?

No, before Mei Shaye takes revenge, he will be stabbed by this traitor.

Just as he was thinking, Mordred's helmet appeared and closed automatically, as he expected, and he raised his sword, opened and closed, and slashed at Lin Qingsu's head.

"Hurry up and die, bastard!"

You are such a filial son, Mordred!

......

"No, no..."

In the mist, Brunhilde supported his body with a gun.

The purple pupils were full of confusion.

His whole body was filled with the ominous aura of black mud, and his slender hands tightly grasped the barrel of the gun.

The negative emotions of the black mud spread like poison.

Infect her already susceptible emotions, 'Kill. ','like. ', Brynhildr has never been so eager to throw herself into Lin Qingsu's arms, her legs are tightly together, and her body is constantly shaking.

She wanted to throw herself into his arms and be raped by him, and also wanted to kill him.

'despair. '

The sound of footsteps from iron boots resounded in the mist.

Relying on the last gleam of clarity, Brunhilde raised his head and looked into the mist, where a looming figure came, which became clearer as the footsteps amplified, until a figure came out of the thick fog. A female knight in silver-white lion armor holding a spear.

"you..."

Arturia looked at the woman in front of her.

Holding a long spear, she could feel the fluctuation of magic power belonging to the heroic spirit on her body.

Lancer.

As soon as the words came out, Artoria felt the ominous aura floating on her surface, chaos, violence, evil... as if all the negative things in the world gathered together, and she thought of the crazy 'like' that she just heard from afar, Crazy words like 'kill', 'I really want, I really want to be ravaged...', and then I looked at her eyes that were confused about this matter.

Artoria took the lead.

'Bah! '

Seeing the weird long spear that was blocked by the faster attack towards her, Arturia narrowed her eyes.

He has a lot of strength, and his shots are very fast. He is a formidable opponent, but there seems to be a trace of clarity in his eyes, and he does not seem to be an evil heroic spirit who cannot communicate...

"You have his breath on you."

Artoria was taken aback, he, who is he?

"Where is he?"

Facing the question from the woman in front of her, Artoria asked coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Brunhilde fell silent.

After a long while, she looked at Arturia with those eyes that still maintained a trace of clarity. Now she at least knew that she wanted to kill herself first, and that she had his aura on her body, and she didn't know if it was the same For the spearmen's sake, she made herself very annoying.

"Tell me where he is!"

"Who is he?!" Artoria was also annoyed.

Brunhilde stopped talking, and her body kept shaking slightly. After a while, after confirming something, she withdrew her gun and turned around to leave.

The aura on this woman's body is not Lin Qingsu's, it's just a resemblance.

"stop!"

Looking at the female knight who blocked him, Brunhilde's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

"I don't have time to fight you."

"Put the gun down, you're not in the right shape."

"One last time, get out of the way!"

Brunhilde just wants to find Lin Qingsu now, even if the person in front of her hates her and wants to pierce her.

Arturia didn't budge.

Although she now confirmed that the chaotic breath was not from herself but from some substance she had inadvertently contaminated, but she was very familiar with that breath, it was the black mud of the holy grail that was polluted when she was in Fuyuki.

Regardless of whether the other party's state is very wrong, or the other party may know some secrets, Artoria will never let her leave before calming the other party down and telling the secret.

And seeing this annoying woman still standing in front of him, Brunhilde smiled.

"Then go to die!"

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"Cut, like a loach!"

Mordred snorted unhappily, and sped up again.

But Lin Qingsu kept swinging and dodging with skills.

With the hasty response at the beginning, he gradually mastered the rules. Mordred used the same heavy sword as the "old sword", and the sword moves tended to open and close. Strictly speaking, there are no ways. Relying on countless life and death battles and superhuman strength and speed.

And Lin Qingsu's skills came into play.

Although his physical fitness cannot compare with Mordred Derby who is a heroic spirit, relying on the skills he has honed these days, although he is a little embarrassed under Mordred's attack, his life will not be in danger for a while .

While procrastinating for time, Lin Qingsu felt the situation on their side.

Brunhilde's ability to extract magic power is obviously high, which means that she has encountered a strong enemy, and Lin Qingsu is worried that it will affect her so she can't call her hastily.

Mordred maintained his normal actions...

Lin Qingsu slightly slanted his sword, took over the Nizi epee and at the same time deftly removed most of the force on it, but even so, his arm was numb, enduring the pain while keeping his defensive position At the same time, his face became a little helpless.

Just as I was about to call my cheap daughter to save the scene, she suddenly drew a large amount of magic power.

And Lin Qingsu felt that the two of them were roughly in the same position.

"Two against one?"

Lin Qingsu raised her head, and Mordred, who had been attacking like a storm just now, suddenly stopped.

As if he was communicating with his master, he occasionally glanced at him with a displeased face, that seemingly fearless 'I am number one in the world! Lin Qingsu became interested and wanted to know who made him show this look.

It seems that this guy is not even afraid of his own mother Morgan, right?

"Good luck to you."

After fighting for a while, he understood the way of the person in front of him, and his sword skills were good, but his strength was only that point.

Like a mouse, he kept hiding and hiding, not daring to confront him head-on.

If you give him a period of time, he can definitely kill the opponent easily, but it is obviously impossible for the master to give him time. His 'fake father' Arturia is being besieged by two unknown servants, and his stepmother strictly ordered him to go there quickly .

Mordred didn't like to disobey, so he could only give a 'tsk' in displeasure, but he turned around and walked into the smoke.

After being vigilant for a while, and confirming that he really left, Lin Qingsu let out a sigh of relief, put away the sword, and rubbed his arms.

"How did Soichiro Kuzuki defeat Artoria?"

Even with the support of "Dragon Heart" and the top magic circuit, Lin Qingsu struggled under Mordred's command.