I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

This is a civil war between Celtic heroes.

This is a showdown between spear masters.

On one side is the knight Diarmuid, who is known as "unparalleled in the world".

On the other side is Scathach, the Queen of the Demon Realm who has set foot in the Divine Realm as a human and killed multiple gods.

The bulging magic shook the atmosphere.

The interacting spear points heated up the cold winter night.

Each step breaks through the ground.

The wall collapsed with every blast of wind pressure.

As for the figures of the two people at the center of the collision, neither Shinji nor Kenneth could capture them.

Lancer is rated as the fastest job among the seven major jobs, and the servant whose real name is Diarmuid has lived up to this job description. His agility attribute is the highest in this Holy Grail War - A+.

However, this one is not the only one. There is another person who has the same speed as Lancer. She is Diarmuid's opponent at the moment, Scathach, who appears as an Assassin.

It is not difficult to understand that a life-and-death battle between two powerful men who have also reached the speed limit of a Servant would be like this.

The low wind whistles.

Atrocities that violate the physical laws of this world cause the atmosphere to scream hysterically.

The deserted factory was shrouded in the wild and raging wind pressure, and was mercilessly ravaged and gradually destroyed.

Five minutes, just five minutes later, the reinforced concrete factory building that Kenneth had chosen as his base collapsed.

The two humanoid monsters that caused all this did not blush, and stood facing each other on the ruins without breathing.

Scathach casually held a gun in his arm, with an aggressive smile on his lips.

"The leading knight of the Fiona Knights is indeed worthy of his reputation. If there hadn't been that tragedy, you would have mastered the 'God's Realm Strike' sooner or later."

Diarmuid responded with a similar smile. It was hard to imagine that the gentle and elegant man would show such madness, even with a ferocious smile.

"Thank you, Queen of the Demon Realm. Compared with you, I am still far behind. The spear skills that have been trained to the extreme, enough to kill gods, really opened my eyes. If you and I were also spearmen, I would have been injured. , or die by your gun."

"There is no need to be modest, Diarmuid." Scathach shook his head slightly, "You and I both know that the strength of a warrior cannot only be judged by his skill, but his own quality is also an important part. Strong is strong, there are no excuses, and there are no ifs. "

To evaluate the strength of a fighter, it is necessary to comprehensively judge from three aspects: heart, skill, and body.

"Heart", both of them have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are determined to kill. They have no distractions and no distinction between them.

As for "body", there is no doubt that the Lancer job agency in Diarmuid has a considerable advantage.

However, Scathach's "skills" honed since BC have made up for the disadvantages in attributes. In general, the two are evenly matched.

Diarmuid nodded happily. Of course he understood this truth. He just felt it was a pity that the senior's true body was still in the Kingdom of Shadows. Otherwise, he would have been able to see the real "God-killing Spear", which was used by everyone. The highest realm that a warrior who practices spear skills dreams of.

Why doesn't Scathach feel sorry? The legendary Diarmuid has two swords, two spears, and one sword. Only the two spears cannot show Diarmuid's true strength at all.

However, as soon as such thoughts arose in their minds, they were thrown out of their minds by both of them, because it was meaningless at all. If you had time to think about these things, it was better to think about how to win.

"Come again!"

"good!"

Then, the two men, who were also facing the enemy with guns, took a step forward at the same time, exuding an aura that almost turned into reality. Even though they were dozens of meters apart, Shenji and Kenneth could still feel the pain of their faces being scratched by sharp objects.

The ensuing confrontations became more direct and intense, more concise and sadder.

After five minutes of testing, the two spear masters had a deep understanding of each other's spear skills.

There is no need to test each other, and there is no need to hold back. All you need to do is use all your strength to kill your opponent.

Stronger, faster, sharper.

The two of them kept waving the weapons in their hands and launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle with each move.

Diarmuid's long spear is powerful and heavy, while his short spear is treacherous and changeable. One long and one short work in perfect harmony.

Although Scathach only has one gun, in her hands, this gun seems to be full of spirituality. Whether it is the tip of the gun or the body and handle of the gun, every part has endless possibilities, and the switch between offense and defense is smooth. freely.

The three magic guns, intertwined and entangled, were inseparable and hit thousands of sparks, blooming into dazzling wild flowers.

Legendary Noble Phantasms wielded with superhuman strength and speed collided with each other, and the speed even exceeded the speed of sound.

I don’t know if ten rounds or a hundred rounds have passed.

A wound was brought out of Scathach's waist.

Blood blossomed from Diarmuid's chest.

The physical injuries not only failed to slow down the two men's offensive, but made the battle situation more dangerous. Like two wounded beasts, their ferocity was completely aroused.

At this moment, even if the Master ordered the two to truce with a command spell, it was difficult to suppress the two heroes who were boiling with fighting spirit.

Between the eyebrows, the throat, the heart, wherever is fatal, the gun will be aimed there.

The spear kept thrusting out, not even a single gap could be seen.

The high-speed thrust did not even leave an afterimage.

The two of them walked quickly within a very small area, releasing dozens or even hundreds of attacks in one breath.

As long as either side fails to keep up with the rhythm, death will come.

There was blood dripping from the two servants' bodies, maybe from their arms, maybe from their thighs, maybe from their backs, or even from their cheeks.

In such a fast-paced battle, Scathach had no time to release the true name of the Noble Phantasm, and the special effects of Diarmuid's red and yellow roses could not be used.

Hand-to-hand combat without the use of magic has no magic power for Red Rose to cut off, and the premise that only one person can survive also makes Huang Rose's "wounds that cannot heal" curse ineffective - there is no time for treatment during the battle, both sides are equal, and when the battle is over, if If Scathach dies, there is no need for treatment; if Diarmuid dies, the curse will be lifted naturally.

This was not only a strategy deliberately chosen by the two, but also a tacit understanding between the two - not using any precious phantoms, but only relying on spear skills to determine the outcome.

The two of them shed more and more blood, and the eye-catching red dyed the cyan leather armor and black tights the same color.

Suddenly, there was a "clang", and a rose-like spear fell to the ground - Diarmuid lost the red rose.

This was Scathach's original technique. It changed from just a straight thrust to a sweeping sweep of Diarmuid's wrist.

This is a blow that Diarmuid cannot dodge. Red Rose is a long spear, and its changes are far less rapid than that of a short spear. Although Scathach temporarily changed his moves, the force from the spear was not great, but the landing point of this blow was very accurate. , Diarmuid's nerves were injured, causing him to lose the strength in his right hand and unable to hold the red rose, just like he stabbed Saber a few days ago.

Different from a few days ago, Diarmuid was not anxious or in pain because he had lost one of his hands. Instead, he smiled with a confident smile.

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