The Sixth Level of Academy City

"Oh? Saber? Why are you here?" Achilles was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became disgusted, "You probably won't surrender."

"Surrender, hey, why can't you say it nicer? We are just standing on opposing sides for the time being."

"It sounds so good," Achilles jumped off the chariot—the space in the castle is too narrow, and the chariot can't move flexibly at all. Instead, it will become a living target because of its size. "Now Just let me clear the door first."

"That also depends on your ability!" Xiao Mo dragged the [Brilliant and Glorious King Sword] and charged towards Achilles with scarlet lightning.

War is imminent.

"Rider's side has already started, so please guard this place, Lancer, and don't leave no matter what, even if we are all missing and the Holy Grail is taken away, don't worry about it, just guard here." Cowles said to The Grand Duke said, but this is not his arrangement, but Luo Fang's. As for Luo Fang himself, he has long since disappeared.

"Then, you also go to the battlefield to seek opportunities for combat, and I will leave this place to me." The Grand Duke walked to the side of the throne and sat down, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Cowles turned his head and said to Gold, "Uncle Gold, then the enemy Lancer will ask you and Saber to resist."

Gold nodded, and led Brother Fei away without saying a word.

There were only him and Frankenstein left in the hall, and Coles smiled bitterly at Frankenstein, "Berserker, I'm really sorry, because of the arrangement of that adult, we may have to hide in the dark first , temporarily unable to fight."

"Ahhmm." Frankenstein didn't show any mania, which didn't match her identity as a Berserker.

The arrangement of personnel in the hall is coming to an end. Archer and Caster on Fiore's side should still be on the sidelines. After all, although the other party lacks two heroic spirits, Saber and Berserker, their side has a numerical advantage, but they all know that, Sometimes the gap in quality cannot be made up by quantity.

As for Ah Fu, who is Rider, and his master Luo Fang, they have already arrived at the artificial human training room below. Most of the artificial humans here have been withdrawn, leaving only a very special guy.

"A guy with autonomous consciousness is very interesting, isn't it." Luo Fang came to this man-made man who should have been called "Zig" and looked at his closed eyes.

"Ahhh, Master, why is this the only guy staying here?" Ah Fu asked curiously while hugging his [Touch-to-Touch].

Luo Fang snapped his fingers, and a long sword exuding a strange and cold aura slowly floated out from the King's Treasure. The body of that sword was engraved with strange runes. The soul will be sucked away. A big sheep-headed demon is carved at the junction of the sword body and the hilt. The hollow pupils are burning with blue flames. In the dark basement, it is like a glimmer of ghostly light. Generally chilling.

Even in the state of rational evaporation, Ah Fu, who should be fearless, felt a chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, or fell into an endless abyss, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Master... this, what is this..." Ah Fu felt his teeth chattering when he spoke, and he didn't know whether he was frozen or frightened.

"It's just a sword."

What is a sword!How many creatures has this sword slaughtered!The resentment and dead energy above can swallow a city in an instant!

Ah Fu swallowed, and asked tremblingly, "How many people... has this sword killed? How could there be so much resentment?"

"How many have you killed?" Luo Fang smiled strangely, "You should ask how many have been swallowed by this sword."

Devour? !Ah Fu seemed to have thought of something, and quickly stepped back a dozen steps, "Can it devour souls?!"

It's no wonder that Ah Fu is so flustered, because their followers are manifested in the world as spirits, and they are not much different from souls in essence. If this sword can really devour souls, it can easily devour them as well.

"Is it a million? Or tens of millions?" Luo Fang raised his long sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the culture tank made of glass, and the place where the sword tip touched, instantly condensed a thin layer. of Frost.

"Let me, give you a story that is completely different from justice!"

As soon as the words fell, Ah Fu watched in shock as Luo Yifang stabbed the long sword into the training tank. The blade pierced through the heart of the artificial man inside without any slowness. Prominent, but strangely not stained with a trace of blood.

Originally in a deep sleep, the artificial man with an extremely fragile body suddenly opened his eyes, but the eyes also emitted a blue light, as if the dead souls were calling.

"Wake up, death knight, Frostmourne will unleash your inner desire!"

Ziggy leaned over suddenly and landed firmly on the ground. He held the hilt of Frostmourne with his backhand, and without frowning, he directly pulled out the magic sword that passed through his chest.

The sharp blade cut into the ground, Zieg held onto the hilt of the sword, and knelt in front of Luo Yiyi without saying a word. The aura of frost, evil and blood submerged from Frostmourne the moment he sacrificed his heart. In his body, the power of death made his originally blond hair instantly pale and dead, like an old man on the verge of death.

But Ah Fu could clearly feel the expanding energy in this man-made human body, called the energy of death.

Now, he's no longer a cyborg, but a real, death knight.

"Very good, now your name is Death, and you will be one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse under my command!"

Ziggy's fate changed at this moment, and the artificial man who pursued the truth completely disappeared from the timeline at this moment, and then a death knight who spread death and fear appeared.

Chapter 180 Black Knight

"Ugh!"

Xiao Mo raised her sword and barely blocked Achilles' drop. She let out a muffled groan, and quickly slid backwards before Achilles had time to exert his strength again.

Achilles had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he stabbed out again, but Xiao Mo retreated in time, his blow missed, and his powerful force pierced a huge hole in a big tree on the path.

Withdrawing the spear, Achilles smiled and said, "That's all you have?"

Xiao Mo was half-kneeling on the ground while supporting the cheating sword. He fought Achilles for countless times just now. He didn't expect that this Rider could suppress her in close combat. What's more, her slashing opponent It seems that it can be ignored. There was a gap in the Achilles attack. Mordred wanted to pursue him, but instead of injuring the opponent, he was shot in the side by his backhand.

Panting heavily, Xiao Mo forced himself to calm down. The opponent's strength was not inferior to her at all, and coupled with the extreme speed, it would be at a disadvantage to confront her head-on.Xiao Mo gritted his teeth and stood up leaning on his long sword, "I didn't expect you to be quite capable!"

"That's natural, otherwise how can you be called a hero?" Achilles put on a posture, and the next attack is possible at any time, "Although you are not the opponent I want to face the most, but it seems that you are not bad In terms of martial arts, I can make you die more quickly."

"Tch!" Xiao Mo smiled disdainfully, "One and two like to pretend, that's why I don't like you, well, but if you are forced to this level..."

Achilles tilted his head and smiled, "Oh, are you finally planning to use the treasure?"

He didn't panic at all, but was rather curious about what kind of treasure Mordred would bring out.

"Hmph," Xiao Mo's helmet was separated into the shoulder armor like a mechanical armor, revealing her rebellious face, "Really, I didn't want to use this at first!"

"It turned out to be a little girl?" Achilles was also a little surprised.

"Little girl?!!!" Xiao Mo's face darkened instantly, she stared at Achilles coldly, "I will make you shut your damn mouth!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Mo stretched out his hand towards his neck, as if grabbing something, pulled it hard, and grabbed it in the palm of his hand.