My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

It was a civil war between Celtic heroes. ̮̦͖̥͈̳̭̭̋̏͝ŝ̸̢̜̳̱͈̹͓̀̆̔͋͛͠ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸ ͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶ ͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇ ͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

This is a battle between strong men with perfect minds, skills and bodies.

In this brief and swift confrontation, there was no doubt that Lancer had the upper hand.

Compared to the first battle on Warehouse Street, Saber's sword moves tonight were lighter and slower because she held her left thumb tightly in the palm of her hand instead of pressing it on the hilt, leaving four fingers to lightly press the sword. The handle is only used to assist in controlling the direction of the sword tip. The power of the left arm is not used when cutting.

Lancer knew that it was an injury caused by his Noble Phantasm "The Indestructible Yellow Rose".

In the fierce Noble Phantasm battle where he had no time to recite the true name of the Noble Phantasm, his double spears were too sharp. As long as a trace of their attributes were tainted, the enemy would pay a heavy price.

However, this is not what Diarmuid wants to challenge without the King of Knights who is fully committed to the challenge——

"Don't get me wrong, Lancer."

Perhaps noticing the hesitation in Lancer's heart, the heroic Saber shook her head and said:

"This battle is a continuation of Warehouse Street. The injury at that time is your medal. For me, the injury and the strength of the attack are only secondary factors in the battle. The only factor that brings me victory is how Just concentrate your fighting spirit and make your fighting spirit more pure and sharp."

The golden sword swept across the night sky, and the smooth movements proved that Saber's words were true. Even at a disadvantage, her eyes were filled with perseverance and clear fighting spirit, without any hesitation or hesitation.

The current Saber is indeed "trying her best", and she herself hopes to duel in this state——

Lancer understood this, and felt a strong and pleasant numbness deep in his heart.

Ah, how lucky he is to be able to appear in this war, and to meet this knight as noble as the moonlight among countless heroic spirits...

"May the glory of your knight's sword last forever. It's a blessing for me to meet you!" The handsome spearman smiled with satisfaction, his eyes shining brightly.

That is the joy and gratitude that comes with meeting like-minded people.

Both sides have the same ambition.

If this is a road that cannot be retreated, the person who stays behind must watch the person in front of him move forward with respect.

Then let's fight a battle without scruples or regrets, just risk your life to find out the true value of the sword.

The red and yellow spears were swung like lightning. They roared like never before, tearing the air around them and venting their master's high fighting spirit.

"Diarmuid Odina, the forward spearman of the Fiona Knights - I will challenge you!"

"I accept, King of Britain Artoria Pendragon accepts your challenge——!" Pulling out the sword of victory sworn on the ground, Saber stepped forward without any hesitation and swung the sword, "Come on!"

The weapons collided again, flying back and forth, and the sparks that burst out looked like the joy of a martial-oriented man glowing with heat.

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Kenneth hid in a dark corner deep in the scrapyard, watching the battle unfolding outside. In his heart, he did not have the awareness of integrity of the two knights, only anxiety burning in his chest.

The longer the battle lasted, the more anxious and annoyed he became.

Why can't we win? Why can't Lancer's spear stab Saber?

Now, Kenneth deeply regrets not being able to get the heroic spirit of Iskandar. At that time, the holy relic was stolen at a critical moment, and Kenneth quickly found the heroic spirit Dimuludo to replace it. Although the Heroic Spirit's ability is relatively poor, he is definitely a first-rate Master, and even if there are some disadvantages, he can still make up for it. At that time, Sir El-Melloi even had a bold idea in his mind, believing that it would be enough to make up for the shortcomings of the spirit with his own talents.

But now Kenneth has lost his magic circuit and can no longer be as optimistic as before. If he wants to survive this battle with the only remaining command spell and poor spirit, he must be more careful. .

The self-enforcement certificate has been signed, and running away will only make death come sooner.

Damn... Groaning inwardly, Kenneth couldn't help but look resentfully at the young man aside. The drinks and snacks on his table were so annoying -

The golden eyes were filled with real majesty, forcing Kenneth to look back in embarrassment.

"You don't have to stare at me like that." Without gently exposing his offense, Shuo Yue held up the Coke cup and casually said words that were extremely humiliating to Kenneth.

"You are a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing, Kenneth Ermeloy Archibalud."

"Indulging in doting on your fiancée and refusing to accept reality, indulging in your own talent and being stupid and reckless, indulging in the jealousy between men and refusing to face your servant...this is what you will end up with in the end."

The loyal spearman was enjoying the battle with Saber, so Sakutue was finally able to express his inner thoughts happily:

"There is no one better to control than this spearman... no, I mean, no one better to get along with. As long as you entrust him with your trust, he will use his martial arts, his spirit, and his life - to him Everything is dedicated to you (Master)."

"Although Diarmuid, who came as a Lancer, did not bring his Sword of Wrath, the 'Destroyed Yellow Rose' (Gae·Buidhe) is dangerous enough in my opinion: not only for the Servants, but also for For the Master."

Having said this, Shuo Yue's lips showed a mocking smile.

"After all, the Master is not like a Servant. He is essentially a spirit body and can stop the bleeding of wounds at any time."

This magic gun that can cause permanent injuries is really useful in the melee of seven camps. Although there is a possibility of being attacked by a group, as long as the master communicates properly, draws in, forms alliances, and divides the opponents, I believe that many masters are happy to see other enemies bleed to death.

When the situation finally becomes clear, as long as the remaining enemies are dragged into hand-to-hand combat - who can guarantee that they can defeat the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights?

Although it is an idealized result (after all, most of the Servants in the Four Wars are exceptional), it also proves that Lancer has the possibility of winning the final victory, not to mention that Kenneth's ability as a magician is outstanding in this war. Lancer's magic power is provided by his fiancée Sorau.

As a result, with a good hand, Director Ken made everyone look like this.

"I don't want to hear your rebuttal. Reality has proven everything." Shuo Yue waved her hand impatiently, forcing Kenneth's words back. Then she held her chin and looked quietly at the two figures fighting in the open space. Quiet whispers like murmurs in sleep.

"In the final analysis, this is just the nonsense of a dying man... nothing more."

There will be another update later