I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

"Huh, finally stopped running."

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

The raised corners of his mouth, full of explosive movements, released an unabashed beastly aura.

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

The woman did not speak, but looked back at the man with similar eyes, her long fluorescent purple hair flying in the wind, like cruising snakes.

Yes, looking back.

Although the woman has a blindfold on her face, the man can still feel the sight coming 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 tilted, and his angry face became more ferocious.

The whirlwind roared, and that was the murderous weapon in the man's hand, a magic spear as red as blood.

"Lancer's servant."

The woman finally spoke, in a low voice that was cold and seductive 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 in acknowledgment.

The man who exuded the smell of wild animals jumped down from the wall. Although he did not put up a posture, the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

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

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

She still kept her feet standing, 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's.

The killing intent in Lancer turned into reality.

"Ah? What does it mean to be a cavalryman but not to ride a horse? He is a weak soldier who is vulnerable to a single blow. Doesn't this make him an amateur soldier?"

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

The next second, Rider's body disappeared from the spot, and the sickle blade in his hand created a tornado.

The black cavalry galloped like a bullet that blended into the night. No, it was more terrifying than the bullet.

However, in the face of such an attack, Lancer did not panic at all, and was even in a mocking mood.

"idiot--"

A shot from the oncoming gun accurately caught the running sickle blade.

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

The black bullet was stopped.

"——Obviously I am a cavalryman, but I have to play with a gun in front of the spearmen. I am really looked down upon."

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

For long weapons, shortening the distance is suicidal. Using the advantage of length to distance the enemy and control the battle is the battle of the spearman.

However, that is just common sense, and it does not work for this battle.

The weapons of the two are of the same length, and the distance between them is equal to the performance of the weapons.

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

Throat, shoulders, between eyebrows, heart.

There is no loophole in Zhuhong's magic spear, and the gap to return cannot even be seen clearly.

Strong, very strong, very strong.

Almost in the blink of an eye, offense and defense were swapped.

Rider, who took the initiative to attack, was suppressed in one confrontation and was brought into the rhythm of Lancer.

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up.

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

Under such a violent attack, Rider completely lost the initiative and could only keep parrying. If she hadn't had the power to overwhelm Lancer, she would have been injured by Vermilion's magic spear.

Even so, Rider was losing ground and struggling to hold on. The two of them gradually moved from under the wall at the beginning to the square in front of the main school building.

One party takes the initiative to advance.

The other side retreats passively.

After firing more than a hundred shots in one go, the Lancer's storm of shooting paused for a moment.

This is natural. Even a servant who goes beyond common sense has his limits. This kind of high-intensity onslaught cannot continue forever.

Seizing this opportunity, Rider used his speed to the limit and retreated.

However, the Lancer's gun is faster than her.

"!!!"

A trace of pain appeared on her beautiful face, which was covered by a blindfold and only half of it was exposed.

It was caused by the vermilion magic gun grazing the body. Although it was not the tip of the gun, but only a section of the gun handle, the power contained in the gun had indeed penetrated into Rider's body.

Although the spear skills shown by Lancer before were mainly thrusting, the basic tactic of spear is swing.

The wide sweep of a large object cannot be avoided by anyone.

If you don't retreat fast enough, you won't be able to escape the distance of the gun. 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 struck 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 neglected to defend against the swing - and the distance 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 can do it with ease and is impeccable.

"unwise."

A flash of annoyance flashed through Rider's heart. But it's too late to be upset now.

Although the force on the gun only caused her movements to pause for a moment that a normal person would never be able to catch, within this moment, the Lancer sprinted away again and unleashed another powerful blow.

The violent combos reappeared, this time it was no longer a simple thrust, but a combination of various gun skills.

A stormy swing, a heavy rain of guns that moves in a straight line.

Not just speed, but power.

Not only is it powerful, it is also clever.

Not only clever, but also instinctive.

The Lancer integrated all of his mind, skills, and body into his spear skills, opening up a vacuum within the reach of the Vermilion Demon Spear.

There is no doubt that this is the spear technique of the divine realm.

The only thing that can compete with it is the skills of the divine realm.

Unfortunately, Rider does not have such skills. Although her skill in using the sickle blade is definitely not bad, and she has an advantage in strength, she is still too pale before a shot from a gun that exceeds human limits.

If it were other spearmen, she could also rely on her first-class agility and mobility to distance herself and carry out guerrilla attacks, but the spearman in front of her was different, as he said at the moment——

"Don't try to escape. Your average speed is better, but you are no match for me when it comes to instant bursts. The moment you try to escape, my magic gun will pierce your heart - even if you don't escape the ending There won’t be any changes. Well, maybe you’ll have a different ending if you get on the horse, but unfortunately, I won’t give you such a chance. If you want to hate, just hate your own stupidity!”

PS: The traitor has his birthday on the 15th of this month, which is tomorrow. It is said that the starting point of the reward on that day is not divided, it is all the author's. Book friends who are willing to reward, please put the reward on that day, thank you.