Lost Narrative Poetry

During the Fourth Holy Grail War, the floor tiles of Ryudou Temple were probably cut corners, and they were not spared this time.

I wonder if after the renovation, there will be any amazing performance in the Fifth Holy Grail War... At least there is nothing to hope for now. If the space in the courtyard is not quite spacious, two battles will be enough. Completely destroy this place.

The battle between Saber and Berserker is the purest manifestation of power. Just the air pressure brought by waving the weapon can become the aftermath of tearing the ground and plowing deep ravines, supersonic slashes and bursts of magic. The shock wave, every collision is like a tank cannon bombardment!

On the other side, it is another extreme. It is a contest of speed and skill, rather than a violent collision of strength. Frankly speaking, the double spears of the servants of the Seat of Spears are impeccable. The long spear is fast and powerful, and the short spear is watertight. , indeed there are two brushes.

But whether it is from the perspective of the quality of the equipment or the good compatibility of the class for melee combat, he should not be used. It is not even a Noble Phantasm in itself. If it is not strengthened, it will simply be used. Assassin was forced to this point by breaking his penis.

Although this time the plan failed, the situation was unclear, and the worry about the strange Caster in the dark was staring at him eagerly, which somewhat restrained some of his mind and attention, the main reason was still because of the skills of the opponent. More superb.

Once again, he risked his own safety, and then seized the opportunity to fire a quick, hard, and accurate carbine. However, the five-foot-long knife was swung away again, and a sad smile appeared on Lancer's face— —

The light of the sword flows naturally, and there is a natural beauty. It is obviously extremely fast, faster than a bullet, and the sword is swung for an unknown number of times, but there is no pyrotechnics at all, and there is only a natural and natural way. A sense of logic.

It was as if Lancer's carbine was not blocked by the five-foot-long sword in time, but the five-foot-long sword was swung to that position first, and then the tip of the red magic gun was handed up just right, and was naturally blocked.

In a more literary way, it can be said that Assassin predicts the enemy's opportunities and comes first. If it is more straightforward, one can probably suspect that Lancer is collecting black money to fix the match. How could it be possible to cooperate so perfectly?

Of course, only Lancer knows whether he has received illegal money. He is not only tired but also tired, and feels that he has reached the moment when he must fight to the death.

"Assassin...who are you? Do you dare to name me?" But he didn't want to die without knowing his opponent's name. How could someone with such skill be an unknown person?

"Sasaki Kojiro, you can call me this. After all, it is with this name that I can appear in the world..."

Assassin didn't seem to care at all about this question and reported his name. The five-foot-long knife in his hand once again seized such a gap and definitely wanted to chop off the enemy's head.

Although he was asked not to kill directly and take off the enemy's head with one blow, Medea did not force him to let go.

If "Yan Hui" is not allowed to be used easily, if the enemy cannot even resist his regular skills and is killed with blood splattering on the spot...

Of course, she can't blame anyone else, she can only blame herself for not being good at learning. Medea will never blame him for this kind of thing, because she also doesn't want this useless heroic spirit to be used as a treasure and dedicated to her Master. , which makes no sense.

"Sasaki Kojiro? That legendary swordsman?!"

Lancer was immediately startled, and for a moment there was a feeling of disbelief. His body just reacted instinctively. Even Saber, who was fighting hard on the other side, couldn't help but look sideways at this name.

However, this statement seems to be correct. From the appearance, we can tell that Assassin is an ancient swordsman in the history of this country. The length of the tachi he uses is obviously too long, which is consistent with the legendary Kojiro Sasaki who is best at nodachi.

But precisely because of this, Lancer couldn't believe it. It wasn't that he was shocked because of the legendary swordsman, but he was shocked because of the absurdity of the legend itself——

If the enemy in front of him is really Sasaki Kojiro, and he appears in the world with the rank of Assassin, he still has such amazing sword skills.

So what kind of monster is Miyamoto Musashi, who failed without even being able to perform his famous stunt?

"Actually, this is not the case, because the real Sasaki Kojiro does not actually exist. He was just summoned because he was just suitable to play the role of the legendary swordsman. He is just an undead-like existence..."

While Assassin seriously wanted to chop off the enemy's head, he explained to the enemy in a calm tone. Although his moves were deadly, there was no murderous intention on his face, only a calm expression.

"No one knows my name during my lifetime and after my death. He is just an unknown swordsman. Since I was summoned based on this name this time, I can only shamelessly identify myself as an imaginary heroic spirit."

"..."

"..."

Speaking of which, where is the report button? !

Lancer didn't want to talk at this time. He was very angry at first, but when he saw the unscrupulous expression on Sasaki Kojiro's face, he understood that the other party would not tease and humiliate him in such a matter, and then he felt angry again. It was full of despair.

Although it is confirmed that Miyamoto Musashi's victory over Sasaki Kojiro is purely nonsense, because the latter does not exist at all and is just an imaginary hero, so Miyamoto Musashi cannot be a more perverted monster.

Or rather, if Miyamoto Musashi were to come and fight the terrifying swordsman in front of him, it was completely uncertain whether the legend could be repeated. Maybe Miyamoto Musashi was unable to perform any special skills, so he was beheaded by the "Sasaki Kojiro" in front of him.

However, it was completely meaningless to confirm that these things, and even the fact that the powerful enemy in front of him, summoned as the fictional heroic spirit of "Sasaki Kojiro", claimed to be an unknown swordsman during his lifetime, had a greater psychological impact on him. .

Heroic spirits are heroes whose names have been left in history, heroes in legends, and brave men on the pages of books...

Shining brightly in different eras, interweaving splendid legends in human history, and in the Holy Grail War, they were able to span different eras. At this point in time, multiple parallel lines converged and intersected for a moment. .

Everyone has some thoughts of competing with each other and being competitive. After all, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. The others are legendary heroes, and they themselves are also legendary heroes. They are all on the same mountain. Fox, don't talk about chatting with anyone.

When they were alive, they had no way to compete with the heroes of other eras. There was nothing else to say except lamenting that they were born at the wrong time. But after the Holy Grail War provided a stage, they naturally would not escape.

It's not that you can't afford to lose, but if you lose to a hero who is more famous than yourself in history, it will be an honor to lose. But if an unknown undead who has never left a name in history will be in a very unfavorable position. He can crush himself easily and casually...

——That would make people doubt their life.

After all, heroes are somewhat arrogant, and such things are indeed very impactful for them.

The consequences of being distracted for a moment were very serious. Without any murderous intention, Sasaki Kojiro swung the overly long tachi, aimed at the enemy's head again, and slashed at it without hesitation!

Rumble——! !

But at this moment, there was a rumbling thunder!

The violent thunder burst out from the magic power briefly illuminated the night sky above Liudong Temple. Although it was not a natural phenomenon falling from the rolling clouds in the moonless night sky, its power was not much inferior, and it was more accurate and targeted... …

Sasaki Kojiro frowned slightly, and directly changed his moves, seeing everything like the wind, and easily avoided the thunderbolt that fell violently from the sky and hit the courtyard!

Thunder exploded violently in the courtyard, and the subsequent thunder and lightning energy spread rapidly in all directions like a dense spider web, piercing the air several meters away before completely dissipating.

Although it still did not threaten the swordsman in the slightest, it allowed Lancer to escape.

The battle on the other side was also temporarily suspended, but the violent black knight was not so easy to accept. After being interrupted, he stared at the conquering king Iskandar who suddenly rushed in to interfere on the battlefield with a creepy look. .

If sight could kill, the Conqueror would probably be torn apart by now, and the most complete limb that could be found might be a finger.

This kind of gaze was so frightening that Weber subconsciously shrank his head, hiding his body as much as possible behind the Conqueror like a quail, not daring to look at the black knight below.

"Hahahaha, it's better to come early than to come early... If Lancer you leave so early, then my expectations for the Holy Grail War will be reduced a lot..."

The heroic, hearty and distinctive laughter resounded through the night sky, and the source of the sound was clear at a glance. A flying object was seen crossing a straight line in the sky, heading straight for this side, and scattering purple lightning sparks in the night sky.

The thunderous roar was exactly when the four hooves of the two sacred bulls pulling the cart struck the void. The purple lightning flashed with the spider web-shaped tentacles, and the huge movement was caused by rolling up the atmosphere with a deafening sound.

The divine wheel hovered in the night sky outside Liudong Temple, and the giant man on the chariot let out a hearty laugh. Unless he was not aware of such a thing, how could he not get involved.

The Holy Grail War is called a war, and there are four Servants fighting here at Ryudou Temple tonight. It doesn't look like a small fight. How can he really treat it as nothing happened?

"You must be Rider, right?" Sasaki Kojiro looked at the giant man, shook his head, and said calmly, "What you did just now is not aboveboard..."

"Well... don't get me wrong. I'm not just trying to help any party."

The Conquering King didn't look guilty at all, but laughed heartily——

"I just feel that rare warriors like you really shouldn't die like this or be threatened by others. If this continues, neither party will end well, so why not just stop here..."