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Chapter 910 Fierce Fighting Under the Night

"Hmph, finally stopped running?"

Under the night, on the fence, a tall man in blue tights looked down at a tall woman in black tights.

The corners of the mouth were raised, and the movements were full of explosive power, releasing an undisguised beast breath.

The sight of the beast is icy, icy to the prey that must be killed.

The woman didn't speak, but looked back at the man with similar eyes, her long purple hair fluttering in the wind, like spirit snakes cruising.

Yes, look back.

Although the woman wears a blindfold on her face, the man can still feel the sight through the blindfold.

The golden, erect, snake-like pupils are also aimed at the prey, ready to bite through the throat at any time.

"Great, that's how it should be, I like sensible guys."

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and his mad face became more ferocious.

The whirlwind roared, it was the murder weapon in the man's hand, a blood-red magic gun.

"A servant of Lancer."

The woman finally spoke, with a deep, cold and seductive voice at the same time.

"Exactly. You have speed and maneuverability that can rival mine, and you don't look like an assassin, so you are a rider."

The woman nodded her head as an acknowledgment.

The man exuding the smell of a beast jumped down from the fence. Although he didn't put on a posture, his murderous aura grew stronger and stronger.

"Get on your horse, rider, I will wait for this time."

Ride didn't do what lancer asked, and of course he didn't do nothing.

She still maintained the posture of standing on both feet, and there was an extra weapon in her right hand.

It was a sickle blade, about the same length as Lancer's vermilion magic spear, but its shape and style were far less gorgeous than the latter.

The killing intent on Lancer's body turned into substance.

"Ah? What's the point of being a cavalry soldier without riding a horse? You're already a weak soldier who is vulnerable to a single blow. Wouldn't this make you an amateur soldier?"

Rider didn't answer.There is nothing to say to the enemy, and if there is, it is not with words, but with weapons.

In the next second, the rider's body disappeared from the spot, and the sickle blade in his hand rolled up a tornado.

The black cavalry galloped like a bullet that merged with the night, no, it was more terrifying than a bullet.

However, facing such an attack, Lancer did not panic in the slightest, and was even in a mocking mood.

"idiot--"

A blow from the oncoming gun accurately held the running scythe.

If the galloping rider is a whirlwind, then the tip of the attacking spear is a storm.

The black bullet was stopped.

"—Obviously I am a cavalryman, but I want to play with guns in front of spearmen. I am really underestimated."

Lancer's character is the same as his marksmanship, like a raging fire, closing the distance with one blow after another, without knowing how to stop.

For long weapons, shortening the distance is suicidal behavior, and using the advantage of length to distance the enemy and control the battle is the battle of spearmen.

However, that's just common sense, and it won't work for this battle.

The length of the weapons of the two is equal, and the distance between them has an equal effect on the performance of the weapons.

More importantly, this blue spearman is not an ordinary spearman, and the distance in the general sense makes almost no difference to him.

Throat, shoulders, eyebrows, heart.

Vermilion's magic spear had no loopholes, and could not even see the gap in the return.

Strong, strong, very strong.

Almost in the blink of an eye, offense and defense have been switched.

The rider who took the initiative to attack was suppressed face to face, and was brought into the rhythm of lancer.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up.

Lancer's gun went faster and faster, until eventually even the afterimage disappeared.

Under such a ferocious attack, the rider completely lost the initiative and could only keep parrying.If she hadn't possessed the power to overwhelm Lancer, she would have already been wounded by Vermilion's magic spear.

Even so, it was quite difficult for the rider to retreat and support, and the positions of the two were gradually shifted from under the wall at the beginning to the square in front of the main school building.

One side actively advances.

The other side retreats passively.

After firing more than a hundred shots in one breath, Lancer's stormy shooting paused a bit.

This is also a matter of course, even a Servant who is beyond common sense has limits, and this kind of high-intensity onslaught cannot continue forever.

Seizing this opportunity, the rider used his speed to the limit and backed away.

However, lancer's gun is faster than hers.

"!!!"

Covered by an eyepatch, only half of her beautiful face showed a trace of pain.

It was caused by the rubbing of the body by the vermilion magic spear. Although it was not the tip of the gun, but only a part of the handle, the power contained in the gun really penetrated into the rider's body.

Although Lancer's previous spear skills were mainly stabbing, the basic tactic of the spear is swinging.

The wide-range sweep of a large object cannot be avoided by pulling away.

If you don't retreat fast enough, you won't be able to escape the distance of the gun, and if you try to fight back and give up dodging, you will be cut open in the abdomen.

But if he stepped forward easily and was swung by the long handle of the gun, his ribs would be easily broken.

It was precisely because Rider was confused by Lancer's thrust that he ignored the defense against the swing - and the widening of the distance just provided the most favorable space for the swing.

Facts have proved that as a spearman, Lancer has no shortcomings in spearmanship, whether it is thrusting or swinging, he is easy to use and impeccable.

"unwise."

A trace of annoyance flashed in Rider's heart.However, it's too late to be upset now.

Although the force on the gun only stopped her movements for a fraction of a second that a normal person would never be able to capture, but within this fraction of a second, Lancer sprinted away again and unleashed another powerful blow.

The violent combo was repeated, this time it was no longer a simple thrust, but a combination of various spear skills.

Swiping like a storm, the heavy rain of guns walking in a straight line.

Not only has speed, but also strength.

Not only powerful, but also clever.

Not only ingenious, but also instinctive.

Mind, technique, and body, Lancer integrated all these into the spear technique, opening up a vacuum within the reach of the vermilion magic gun.

Undoubtedly, this is the spear technique of God's Domain.

The only thing that can compete with it is the skill of God's Domain.

It's a pity that Rider doesn't have such skills. Although her sickle blade technique is definitely not bad, and she also has an advantage in strength, she is still too pale before a blow from a gun that exceeds human limits.

If it was other spearmen, she could still rely on her top-notch agility and mobility to start a guerrilla attack, but this spearman in front of her was different, as he said at the moment——

"Don't try to escape, your average speed is better than you, but you are not my opponent in terms of instant burst. The moment you want to escape, my magic spear will pierce your heart—even if you don't escape the ending There will be no change. Well, maybe you will have a different ending when you ride a horse, but unfortunately, I will not give you such a chance. If you want to hate, hate yourself for being stupid!"

PS: The No. 15 of the traitor this month is tomorrow's birthday. It is said that there is no starting point for rewards on that day.

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