The Holy Grail War between me and my sand sculpture group friends

Saitama, did he think he was repairing the TV? How could it be repaired!

"Psychopaths generally say that they have no mental problems!"

At this time, Qiyu suddenly thought that in general, there will be hidden cameras in this kind of competition.

In other words, would the fact that I beat a person out of mental problems have already been broadcast on TV screens across the country? !Thinking of this, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Saitama's forehead.

It took him a lot of effort to become a hero, and when he came up, he labeled others as mentally ill. Wouldn't that make him a bad person?

No, it must be remedied quickly!

"Hey, just stay still, just let me punch you, I'm very measured!"

Qiyu raised his head, silently estimating the distance between himself and Muyi.

Well, if you dance with all your strength, it will work!

"Don't mess around!"

Mu Yi glanced at the huge hole swept by the wind of the fist and the huge meteorite-like crater, and trembled in his heart.Even if I wanted to believe in my heart that I would be fine after being punched, I would not agree physically.Besides, who knows how long the coma will last this time.In case of being unconscious for six days, there is really no place to cry.

The current situation can only contain Saitama, and then run away.

As if learning without a teacher, Mu Yi released the powerful superpower in his body and put pressure on Saitama.

Saitama's own gravity suddenly increased tenfold, no, maybe a hundredfold.

In a blink of an eye, with Saitama as the center, the ground broke apart inch by inch and continued to collapse downward.In the end, Saitama, who was the central target, was forced into the ground with his body.

Huge dust mixed with gravel and mud filled the air.

The next moment, a figure surrounded by colorful superpowers broke through the sand and flew quickly into the distance.

This is Mu Yi who is using super power to fly, he looks at the dust behind him with some fear, his eyes keep flickering.

Qiyu has never been serious, but even so, it still puts a lot of pressure on Muyi.Mu Yi has no extravagance to let Qiyu join the chat group this time, he can only hurry up and find other people to fight.Even if he believes that Saitama won't really kill himself, he doesn't have time to spend any more time here.

What I just used was at least a hundred times the force of gravity, at least it could hold Saitama for a while... for a while... right...

"Boom boom boom boom boom...!"

A series of heavy footsteps came from above the ground, interrupting Mu Yi's thoughts.

Without needing to be reminded by intuition, Mu Yi also sensed something bad.He turned his head, and saw the bald head chasing him at high speed, the sweat on his head reflected in the sun, and the gravel that was constantly being lifted up because of a hundred times the gravity and dirt.

"I have to say, this kind of exercise is pretty good. Just running makes me sweat all over, I haven't experienced it for a long time!"

Qi Yu followed closely behind Mu Yi who was in flight, and at this moment, Fu Yu stretched out his thumb to praise this 'exercise method'.

Don't say that one hundred times the gravity is like an ordinary load!

"However, there is a chance to exercise at any time. Don't run away, let me cure you now!"

The moment Saitama finished speaking, he disappeared on the ground, leaving only the huge crack like a spider web left when he jumped.

The superpower shield around Mu Yi shattered like glass, and it didn't hinder him, it only made him say a few more words.

"Mmp..."

After a day, Mu Yi's eyes fell into darkness again.

"Hopefully he'll be fine this time."

Saitama patted the dust off his gloves, and when he was done beating, he looked in other directions with a guilty conscience.

"Before he wakes up, let's look for other contestants!"

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Chapter 97 Chapter 94 Sword and Gun, Fateful Meeting!

It turns out that this place is really just a pure battlefield, there are no restaurants where you can eat...

After a long day of searching, let alone a restaurant selling junk food, I couldn't even find a cart selling snacks.Arturia [Alter] finally gave up her inner thoughts, stood silently on the hillside, and looked into the distance with a blank expression.

The dark magic power continuously permeated the black holy sword in Arturia [Alter] unconsciously, like the never-ending tide, eroding the land under her feet wave after wave .

It can be seen from the magic power continuously escaping from the pure black holy sword that her mood is not as calm as it appears.

"Ok?"

At this moment, at the end of Artoria's [Alter] line of sight, several figures appeared.

Standard helmets, standard armor, standard long swords...

Arturia [Alter]'s cold gaze stayed on the knights of the round table for a while, and for a while, a trace of doubt and pondering flashed in her eyes.

"It's kind of interesting, so this time someone I know was summoned? Who is it? Forget it, it doesn't matter..."

Arturia [Alter] finally shook her head, it doesn't matter who she is.Since it is a Heroic Spirit related to the Round Table, it should come to see her.

Then whether the other party chooses to continue to follow her or start a war with her, she will not take it to heart.If you choose to follow yourself, you are a courtier; if you choose to fight, you are an enemy.From Artoria [Alter]'s point of view, things are that simple.

Arturia [Alter] held up the pitch-black holy sword in her hand, and at this moment, the magic power in the air began to boil.

There's no need to hide your real name, it's just superfluous.

Anyone who is a knight of the round table can recognize the breath of this sword and recognize its owner.

No, even if it wasn't the Knights of the Round Table, he could call out her name the moment he saw that sword.

There is no other reason, as long as she is too famous.

In the splendid history of mankind, King Arthur can also be called a great legendary king.

She drew the sword in the stone and proved herself to be the Mandate King of Britain.

After twelve battles, she finally repelled the massive attack of the Saxons.

Under her rule, Britain ushered in unprecedented unity and strength.She helped the poor and the weak, and established a prosperous kingdom.

After the sword in the stone was shattered, under the guidance of Merlin, Artoria received a gift from the spirit of the lake, and got the second sword of kings, the holy sword of the stars-【Excalibur of victory and oath (Excalibur)】.

She is called the "Eternal King". Until now, some people believe that this king will return from Gensokyo one day and lead Great Britain to the pinnacle of the world.

"Buzz!"

The magic power in the air is so strong that they resonate with each other, resounding through the sky.

In this war, there is actually another "king"?

The Knights of the Round Table finally discovered the change here, and the familiar fluctuation of magic power plunged them into a brief chaos.

They wanted to go back and report, but under the breath of the dark holy sword, the urge to see the king continued to grow.In such conflicted moods, they didn't notice.The black magic power that escaped from the holy sword entangled their bodies like tarsal maggots.

...

"That feeling is...!"

Artoria suddenly cast her gaze forward, looking in the direction where Arturia [Alter] was.The expression on her face was full of solemnity, because just now, she clearly felt the appearance of a familiar breath.

The Lungminiad, the Holy Lance of the Stars in her hand, seemed to come alive, and the shell on the surface as a "sheath" continued to fall off, revealing her true posture as the Holy Lance of Light, which was composed purely of magic power, A continuously rotating beam of light.

Holy Lance Rungminiad, the main body of the [Pillar of Light] that maintains the surface of the world.Even when the battle between Arturia and Black Jeanne was so fierce that both sides were about to release each other's Noble Phantasms, there was no Noble Phantasm of complete liberation.At this moment, it resumed its original posture - the farthest gun that flashed in praise of the light of the stars.

The familiar aura just made Artoria have some guesses in her heart, and the holy gun was completely released like a resonance, allowing her to fully confirm who appeared in front of her.

Although she gave up the Holy Sword and finally chose to use the Holy Lance as an if result.However, she knew that only the Holy Sword of the Stars could allow Lungminiad to ignore the thirteen constraints and completely liberate himself.

"Come on, Don Stallion!"

At this moment, Artoria's mood became subtle.

Although it sounds a bit awkward to say, it can't be wrong.The person who uses the holy sword is a different self!

...

"Call, announce to the other servants that I am here, [Sword of Victory and Oath (Excalibur Morgan)]!"

On the pitch-black holy sword, the overflowing magic power almost turned into substance and flowed out, and the red magic pattern became extremely eye-catching. Finally, the magic power reached the limit.

The next moment, Arturia [Alter] swung the black holy sword in her hand towards the sky.

As domineering as the breath of the dark dragon Fotigang, the rushing magic power turned into darkness that devoured everything.The floating clouds above the dark light beam path were all evaporated, and even the light of the entire sky disappeared, causing the entire area to become gloomy.

The sound of armor rubbing appeared, and finally stopped behind Altria [Alter].

Their armor was dyed black, their longswords became black blades, and their helms became hideous.

The few Knights of the Round Table who just appeared are now half-kneeling behind Arturia [Alter], to meet their King Arthur.

Arturia [Alter] just glanced at them lightly, nodded, and continued to look into the distance.

After confirming that this was just a simple battlefield, Arturia [Alter] made the decision to release the Noble Phantasm and declare her existence, and the appearance of the Knights of the Round Table was just an introduction.

The Altered tyrant finally declared in an extremely brutal way.

King, right here!

...

"Click, click, click..."

Just a moment later, the Lion King riding Don Stallion arrived here.

The sword of victory and oath sounded, and Rungminiad flickered.

The essence is the king of the same person, and their eyes finally meet together.

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Chapter 98 Chapter 95 Destined Encounter

"I originally thought that the one holding the Commander's Noble Phantasm should be Mr. Aggui..."

Artoria [Alter]'s eyes showed a few traces of unexpected emotion, and then quickly recovered her calm, turning her scrutiny to the Lion King.

Among the Knights of the Round Table, no such character ever existed.

Well, let's not mention anything else for now.At least the design of the full body armor, Arturia [Alter] was somewhat interested.She likes the lion-like helmet very much.If some spikes were attached to the armor, and the silvery white tone was changed to black, she believed that she would not put it down.

When Artoria [Alter]'s gaze stayed on the Holy Lance Rungminiad, her gaze finally changed slightly.She didn't even know it was, the sword of victory and oath in her hand unconsciously radiated dark magic power.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound in the air.

Although she had never seen that gun of light before, she still felt the throbbing from her heart at this moment.

"I see."

Arturia [Alter] spoke, her cold voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the dark battlefield.

"At first, I was still wondering who was commanding the Knights of the Round Table, but now that I think about it, it's a bit ridiculous."

She jumped down from the hillside, stepped on powerful steps, and walked towards the Lion King step by step.

"I am the only one who is qualified to command the Knights of the Round Table!"

Accompanied by Arturia [Alter]'s sonorous and powerful words, the ferocious magic power seemed to turn into substance, wrapping around her, as if turned into another pair of hideous armor.

"Unknown Lacner, are you another me?"

Finally, Arturia [Alter] came before the Lion King, raised the black holy sword in her hand, and pointed at the Lion King.

Accompanied by Arturia [Alter]'s question, the air became solemn.After a long time, facing Arturia [Alter]'s questioning gaze, the Lion King disarmed his helmet.

"Sure enough, it's better to remove the helmet. Although it's not the same as the person I imagined to face, the mood is still a bit complicated."

Arturia was not affected by the aura of the other side at all, and the long silence just now was just to calm down the complicated feeling in her heart.

The curiosity in her emerald-colored eyes has not completely receded. She has thought about what the future will be like for herself holding the holy sword, but she never expected that there will be something like Artoria [Alter] in front of her. A pitch-black gesture.

"..."

Artoria [Alter], who witnessed the Lion King taking off his helmet, also fell into a strange silence, her gaze subtly swept across the opponent's breastplate, and finally decided to treat it as if she hadn't noticed it.

Although the other party is different from her in various senses, the aura of the same origin between the holy spear in her hand and her own holy sword is unmistakable.