This is My Heroic Path

"Don't worry, she hid in a very hidden place before the start of the Holy Grail War, and also arranged several layers of magic barriers, even the most powerful magic is impossible to break through." Ishtar said.

"Stop falg now, you stupid goddess?!" At this moment, An Zhiyu's voice suddenly came from a distance, "Come and help me!"

Ishtar was stunned for a moment, and then became angry: "Who do you call a stupid goddess, just a servant of God!"

Isn't it just losing the bull of the sky, isn't it just causing a little trouble for the local people? !Can this be considered a fool? !

Certainly not!

... This is nothing more than a chain drop!

"Stop talking so much, is this the guy you brought over?! Come and help me!" An Zhiyu shouted.

He feels very tricky now. An Zhiyu may have a way to solve Yuan Laiguang, but the price to pay is too high. After all, there is no magic power supply, so he can't play around, not to mention that the opponent can release treasures continuously now.

This is totally unreasonable, okay? !

An Zhiyu began to miss Aige, if she were the Master, she would be able to fight against Yuan Laiguang with an infinite big move right now.

"I am coming!"

Ishtar's voice came from behind her, and a confident smile appeared on her face again, and she rushed over on Maanna with a look of "I can do it again".

"I'm here to help you, Saber!"

"I retract my preface, you are indeed very helpful, Ishtar!" An Zhiyu swung the sword away with the sword, turning his head and shouting.

"Of course! Hold her back, I'll use this move to decide the victory!" Ishtar flew into the air, his eyes showing a dazzling golden color.

She is going to use a treasure!

Minamoto Larimitsu was obviously aware of this, she didn't know when a longbow condensed in her hand, her fingers pulled the bow into a full moon, and a glowing arrow condensed in the bow.

"Don't try to succeed, just play with me, berserker!" Naturally, An Zhiyu couldn't let Yuan Laiguang interrupt Ishtar's skill reading. He raised his hand, and golden ripples swayed behind him. Fat Noble Phantasm attacked Minamoto Larimitsu.

Minamoto Raimiko pulled out the tachi and cut open the spear that burst towards him, then turned his head towards An Zhiyu, with a hint of danger in his smile: "Do you finally want to confront me head-on? Saber?"

From the beginning of the battle with Minamoto Larimitsu, An Zhiyu has been unwilling to fight, it seems that Kama's pursuers came here.

But now he finally took the initiative to attack, which also made Raimitsu Minamoto's soft eyes shine with undisguised excitement.

"It's time to have a break with you, berserker." An Zhiyu pulled out the holy sword and pointed it at Minamoto Raimiko.

...that's weird.

As long as Ishtar's treasure falls down, even if Minamoto Raimitsu cannot be defeated, he can take the opportunity to retreat with Illya. As for Joan of Arc, there is no need to worry... Is there anyone who dares to beat the referee?

What's more, there are many command spells of command followers on her body.

In a word, drag!As long as Ishtar's Noble Phantasm falls, it will be their victory!

The next moment, Yuan Laiguang moved, she stepped back on the sole of her foot, and rushed forward, An Zhiyu raised the holy sword calmly, and the Taidao and the holy sword bit together.

Doji Kiri Yasuna, this is the weapon of Minamoto Yorimitsu. It is famous as one of the five swords in the world. It is said that it once cut off the head of Shuten Doji. At this moment, the sharp blade burst out in the interlacing with the holy sword The astonishing sparks flickered with a palpitating cold light.

Clang!Clang!Clang!

Yuan Laiguang wields a knife, and every attack is very tricky, but An Zhiyu always saves the fierce attack with his intuition. The holy sword and the spider collide again. Yuan Laiguang stares at the boy in front of him: "You still don't intend to fight, Saber."

An Zhiyu smiled noncommittally, "After all, you need to worry about the pursuers behind you, so you have to preserve your strength."

Minamoto Laiguang squinted, gripped the spider tightly and pressed it forward, then raised the knife and slashed away. An Zhiyu stood the holy sword in front of his chest to block the blow, stepped back a few steps, but still held steady stature.

"It's really a cunning way of playing. It seems that you need to be educated after catching you." Minamoto Raimiko lifted the spider, took a deep breath, and his eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

But An Zhiyu was still as steady as an old dog, just raised the holy sword in a defensive posture, and smiled: "That depends on you being able to catch me."

"It's been a long time, Saber!" Just at this moment, Ishtar's melodious voice came from above. Her Maana had already fully charged, and a golden light cannon condensed silently.

finally come!

An Zhiyu secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Minamoto Raikou restrained his smile a bit, and glanced at Maanna in mid-air, with a dignified expression.

At this moment, An Zhiyu took a step forward, "Come on berserker! Our battle is just about to begin!"

With the fire support in the sky of Ishtar, the confidence will be enough at once.

"Hey... wait, wait! Don't you bring something like this?!"

But at this moment, a goddess-like mournful cry came from high in the sky, and An Zhiyu was startled, with a bad premonition suddenly rising in his heart, and he suddenly raised his head to look.

I saw a faint golden light on Ishtar's body, and the magic cannon just now disappeared, and she was waving at him awkwardly: "Sorry... the master seems to have used a command spell on me..."

An Zhiyu was stunned for half a second, and shouted loudly: "Ish—Tal—"

"Sorry! I'm really sorry, but don't blame me this time!" Ishtar put his hands together and said apologetically, "I will definitely come to you—"

The next moment, Ishtar disappeared, only her voice remained in the air.

"What about now, Saber? Isn't our battle just beginning?" Minamoto Raimiko looked at An Zhiyu with a smile after a short moment of astonishment.

Isn't this Ishtar too unreliable? !

An Zhiyu roared inwardly, his eyes scanned the surroundings quietly, and suddenly fell on the gate of the castle not far away.

Merlin didn't know when he returned to his original appearance, and now he was walking out leisurely with his staff on his head, as if he hadn't recovered from the impact of being thrown on the ground by a few people and his head hitting the floor.