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The heavy blow to the heart made Lancer feel dazed for a moment.

What you smell in your nose is no longer the smell of rust, but the fragrance of the trees in the forest, and the smell of decay from fallen leaves.

The sound of the clash of guns and swords was clear and crisp, just like... back then.

He also had a moment of despair, and for the sake of his oath, he committed himself to becoming an exile, fighting against guns from all directions on his own.

The next moment, the handsome spearman stared and shouted angrily, and the gun in his hand became even more heroic, swinging away the approaching Shuo Yue and even the dozens of weapons that followed him to kill him!

But no matter what the situation, he is still the number one in the Fiona Knights, and he is still the superb spearman Diarmuid!

The flesh and blood body could not resist the soldiers' front. In order to take a step forward, Shuo Yue had no choice but to project the black and white swords and hold the vermilion spear. Her knees trembled and she almost knelt down.

As a third-level Cavalryman, Diarmuid's strength is far superior to his. What's more, although Lancer is injured now, his momentum has not diminished but has increased. If he continues like this, Shuo Yue will only end up being torn apart by both spears.

Although his skills are not as good as others... Shuo Yue's mouth curved, and he raised his sword and charged forward.

I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve!

The gun blade collided with the two swords, causing fierce sparks again, but immediately afterwards, Diarmuid looked surprised, and the spear he was holding was raised high like a python that was knocked away by a punch!

Looking carefully, the young man with golden eyes held a heavy hammer in both hands, grinned at him, turned around, and smashed it!

"Boom!" Amidst the majestic air waves, Diarmuid, who had hurriedly set up Huang Qiangwei, flew upside down. The moment he landed, his legs exerted force and rolled back like lightning.

This young man's world belongs to both short and long distances. The victory that belongs to him, Diarmuid Odina, lies only between his spears!

Shuo Yue was obviously aware of this, and while manifesting two Uzis and pulling the trigger, he quickly retreated, trying to distance himself.

"It's useless!" The two guns spun around, blocking most of the bullets for Diarmuid. Even if a stray bullet fell on him, it would bounce away under the mysterious suppression. With the agility bonus of up to A+, Lancer was like He approached Shuoyue in the blink of an eye like a sports car, and thrust out the magic spear without mercy:

"You lost, Shuo Yue!"

"No -" the golden-eyed young man stopped, the smile on his face was as fresh and clear as ever, and he was confident of winning.

"It's my victory, Lancer."

The demon-breaking red spear and the sure-destroying yellow spear went one after the other, cutting two blood grooves on the fragile flesh.

"What!" Kenneth, who was watching the battle, widened his eyes and coughed violently because of his excessive emotions.

"It's like this..." Even Saber opened her mouth slightly and lost her composure.

How can this be?

Obviously this kind of thing shouldn't happen!

The same shock also lingered in Lancer's mind. A warrior's instinct made him retreat quickly and distance himself, but the excessive shock made him touch the two wounds on his arm and waist, speechless.

The "Demon-Destroying Red Rose" and "Destroying Yellow Rose" did indeed work, causing great damage to the enemy.

But that enemy is not Shuo Yue, but him, the master of these two magic guns!

"When an archer doesn't use his bow, it's not because he's desperate, Lancer."

Opposite him, the uninjured young man smiled, and the two magic spears in his hands, red and yellow, were so breathtaking.

Vermilion versus vermilion.

True yellow versus true yellow.

Using projection magic to copy the twin spears, Shuo Yue, who severely injured Diarmuid first, let go, letting the two magic spears turn into spirits and dissipate, and held the dark nameless iron bow in his hand:

"It's because I'm worried that my arrows are too fierce and the enemy won't even have a chance to step into the trap!"

As the dusk light fell, the young man's confident and proud voice resounded in the abandoned factory, announcing the victory of this confrontation.

After the shock, the two bystanders also regained their ability to think.

Saber put her hand on her chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "I didn't expect Sakuyue to have such a move. Lancer didn't lose unjustly."

However, another bystander was not so shocked. Kenneth's face was gloomy, and his whole body was trembling with anger and fear.

No one understands the functions of these two Noble Phantasms better than him - Saber was only injured on her finger, and her strength was greatly reduced, and the Noble Phantasm was sealed, while Diarmuid's entire arm was cut and suffered. With such an injury, his defeat is already doomed!

Suddenly, the fire in Kenneth's eyes extinguished, and his eyes turned into an unfathomable sea surface, with raging waves beneath the calm.

No, there is another way to turn defeat into victory.

He lowered his head, summoned the last of his strength, and communicated about a certain miracle he still possessed.

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[014: Diarmuid (Lancer)]

[Character Information]: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the famous hero of Celtic mythology and a popular knight of the Fiona Knights. The tragedy of Diarmuid's life was that Finn married King Commack's daughter Glen. The incident unfolded.

[Hidden Information]: Known as "Diarmuid with the Brilliant Appearance" and "Diarmuid with the Mole of Tears of Love". His beautiful appearance earned him the title of "the best lover of women and maidens in all of the land of Ireland" at the time, but he seemed troubled.

[Recording conditions (2/3)]:

1. Get Diarmuid’s approval (completed)

2. Defeat/Kill Diarmuid (Completed)

[Record Condition 2 has been completed, and you have received the reward: "The Spearmanship Experience of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid"! 】

A vast amount of knowledge poured into his brain, and Shuo Yue shook his head. The close combat marksmanship that allowed him to compete with Saber and gain the slight upper hand became his nourishment.

If Shuoyue could now possess a Noble Phantasm that was not inferior to Diarmuid's, he would definitely be able to stage a wonderful two-gun battle with him, instead of just relying on the battle memory brought by the projection weapon.

"Although the wound has a similar curse, it is not irreversible..." Lancer also noticed something was wrong with his own injury after a brief period of confusion. "Is that so? It's... a fake."

"There is no other way. If we don't have enough hard power, we can only rely on these replicas to win." Shuo Yue said, spreading his hands.

"Your Excellency, you are too modest." Even though the injury on his arm could not be healed for a while, the spearman still showed an appreciative smile. The spirit of the Yellow Demonic Spear dispersed, and he raised the Red Demonic Spear with one arm, "Play hard to get" , luring the enemy deep... Your tactics are really brilliant."

"But even so, do you still want to continue fighting?" Shuo Yue had already sensed Lancer's fighting spirit, and calmly drew the bow and string.

"Exactly." Diarmuid, whose wound was still bleeding, jumped forward and attacked Shuo Yue again. "Although I lost the battle, this 'war' for the Lord is not over yet."

But this time, the young man holding the bow was no longer merciless, the iron bow vibrated continuously, and every blow filled with magic power was comparable to a bomb!

But even so, the red gun light still penetrated the blockade - just because Kenneth outside the field raised his arms and shouted:

"Order it with a command spell! Lancer, you must bring me victory!"

"As you command, my lord!"

The first time, the first time he was summoned, Lancer fully accepted the command spell with his own will.

In just the blink of an eye, Lancer, whose body was burning with magic flames, rushed towards him. A magic gun broke the blockade of the two swords without any hindrance, and was placed on Shuo Yue's fragile neck.

"At least when it comes to command spells, my lord has never been stingy!" The handsome spearman with a bright face announced happily as his left arm hung weakly.

"Really?" Shuo Yue said without comment, walking sideways from the stationary Red Rose and back to Saber.

He had already got what he wanted, and the so-called honor and victory or defeat didn't matter at all.

What's more, he is also looking forward to the battle between Saber and Lancer.

"It's your victory, Lancer."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Shuoyue." Diarmuid bowed his head slightly, showing respect to this powerful and humble opponent.

And when he raised his head, his gaze passed over Saber, who was full of fighting spirit, and inevitably fell behind her, where Sorau had woken up at some point.

Although unable to speak, this involuntary woman, the fiancée of the second master, was looking at the hero's figure passionately with her sincere, sorrowful eyes, desperate to tell him.