I'm in Fuyuki, there's a group chat, I'm hiding

【——Master, please allow me to use my inherent skills. 】

[No problem, you can do as you like, but it seems that please stop at the moment, if the timing is not good, retreat as soon as possible. 】

The master and slave of the red square have a brief spiritual exchange.

Karnathu charged up his spear and danced, the blood of magic power flowing in his body spread like a burning fire from the divine spear lodged in it.

He jumped back, ground his right foot on the ground, and then swooped down, his figure was as fast as lightning.

The long spear seized from his right hand was vigorously swung, the tip of the spear biting ferociously like a rainstorm of pear blossoms at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, trying to find a breakthrough from Lancelot's martial arts.

However, this is only in vain, as two heyday exception-level servants will not fight for a moment to decide the outcome.

The intertwining of red and blue magical powers quickly fought and danced together, from the long lights on the side of the road to the road signs and iron pillars, and then to the asphalt road, they all collapsed with clangs and clangs.

They intersected again, and then dispersed, neither of them breathed.

But in less than a moment, from the asphalt road station where we met, to the wheat field and everything in sight, there were only traces of burning smoke.

"Unexpectedly strong, Saber." Karna said lightly, for the taciturn him, this was a rare compliment.

Lancelot also had no blood, he replied calmly: "You are very strong, it is an honor to be able to learn martial arts from each other."

The two hit it off, but the clown affected the scene of heroes cherishing each other.

"Red spearman, I saw with my own eyes that you wanted to murder the heroic spirit who is in charge of the referee, right!"

"Then Ruler, please help my Saber, and together we will fight against this villain who is trying to murder you!"

Gold was like a clown, baring his teeth angrily.

If it is said that seeing that Joan of Arc is about to be killed, he is in a hurry?It should be said that they took the opportunity to make a big fuss, and proposed to cooperate to defeat this spearman who did not lose to Saber.

Karna looked sideways at the sound, and he glanced at the man who looked like a clown.

Lancelot was as silent as a mountain, and he only took half a step back to show his stance of resolutely obeying the Master's order.

Unfortunately, Joan of Arc refused to be used as a weapon.

"These are two different things! Don't confuse them. I just look at them and don't participate." Joan of Arc vetoed them coldly.

This...

Gold couldn't speak, but at this moment he listened to the red spearman's judgment slowly.

"Your victory is very superficial. Although it is indeed a kind of warfare, it does not respect learning."

Karna put away his gun, he received the order to retreat, but before leaving, he calmly commented on his disapproval of the Black Master.

Hitting people doesn't hit people in the face, and Karna's upright, almost mocking, blunt words made Gold's face flush.

He wanted to make trouble, but saw that Lancer didn't stop at all after saying this.

Amakusa gave the order to retreat, and the coerced Karna had no choice.

He took off, and the shoulder-length flaming red cloak soared like the wings of a flamingo against the wind, creating a beautiful scenery in the night scene.

Before leaving, Karna looked back, as if he was looking at something, but he didn't seem to be seeing anything.

The next moment, Karna's spirit body retreated.

Joan also ignored the chattering Gold.

The end of the first battle seemed easy, but she always felt that there was something subtle about it.

What's up with Lancer from the red side?

Joan of Arc noticed that the white-haired young man looked around many times, as if he was wary of someone.

And this, Joan of Arc also doubted again.

Why did the red party come forward to attack and kill himself?

What did Lancer's eyes represent before he left? ?

Every time the clumsy village girl thought about it, she felt a headache.

But now...

"Let's go back first..." Joan of Arc dragged her cumbersome salute and lowered her head helplessly.

As for the noisy Black Master, let him go, whatever.

More importantly, take advantage of the remaining tranquility.

Rather than being entangled by the master and the master, the stupid village girl in France wants to find a shop, get a book from the beginning, and relive the taste of the past.

But there is no doubt that after this encounter, there were doubts about the red side in Ruler's heart.

He wanted to solve her so eagerly, did he think she was an eyesore or did he really have something to hide?

Jeanne frowned thoughtfully.

Chapter 12. Amakusa suggested that Gengyuan soak in Joan of Arc, the empress and princesses are jealous, and Enkidu is in a better mood

On a moonlit night where guns and swords were fiercely fought, in a quiet tomb, the fierce-looking man with scarred eyes summoned his Servant as promised.

"Has it finally arrived, Servant of the Knights of the Round Table?" Lion Jie Jieli had a cigarette in his mouth, with a pleasant expression on his face.

The misty light faded, and the horned warrior in steel helmet and iron armor woke up from his sleep.

As a notorious necromancer, Gao Jie's soul is enough to earn money if he joins in.

It can be seen from the appraisal eye bestowed on the Master by the Holy Grail that Saber's attributes are extremely high.

Lion Jie was very happy, but this happiness fell apart before it lasted long.

"Why... tsk... you bastard, how dare you summon me from the grave!?"

He scoffed unhappily.

A gigantic sword swished over Lion Jie's head with a feint swishing sound. If he was too late to dodge, he would have been tortured bald.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, Saber, I am your Master."

Lion Jie blew out his cigarette, and he raised his hands in surrender in a casual manner: "Well, you can also see that I'm a necromancer, so it's understandable to call you here, right?"

The evening wind blew across the hills, and the whistling of the tombs was cold and strange.

Mordred snorted, and she took off the horned helmet that protected her face: "I said you guys, anyway, you must not sincerely want to summon me, right?"

Lion Jie originally thought she would ask more in-depth questions, such as 'how to use the Holy Grail' and the like.

Unexpectedly, he would have pinpointed this embarrassing point when he opened his mouth, but years of experience told him that he should categorically deny it: "No, I'll just assume it's you, Knight of the Round Table. Son of Arthur—Mordred. "

He hid the fact that he couldn't see his real name when Mordred first summoned him.

Real name is Mordred——) Oh?The rebel knight?It's in line with his rebellious personality.

Lion Jie Jieli thought he had drawn a lottery.

——Is it true that I have never been summoned by you?

Mo Haier rolled her eyes, she didn't bother to entangle this topic with Shizi Jie any longer.

"However, if I join hands with you, I don't really hate it, you seem to be a bold uncle." Mordred casually picked up the long sword and patted Shi Shijie's arm, carefree: "But this time, if no one hinders , I will play a Holy Grail War with you."

play?That's called lightness.

Lion Jie Jieli only saw the second layer, but only thought of the first layer. He never thought that the connotation of Mordred's words was the fifth layer.

However, the necromancer didn't want to waste time on ideological education, and now that he summoned the servant, he should start immediately.

He patted the dust on his knees, but listened to Mordred's impatient question.

"Let's go, Master, there are still people waiting for us, aren't they? Don't scribble like a dying old man."

——Ah this.

Lion Jie couldn't laugh or cry, this Mordred is the Master, right?

Give him orders as soon as you open your mouth.

A flash of white light flashed, and the long sword she was holding turned into tiny particles of light and escaped into nothingness, and the armor she wore also turned into a set of simple red trousers, which was more masculine than feminine: "But Don't keep people waiting too long."

Looking at Saber, who moves neatly in every movement, Lion Jie inexplicably feels more pressure.

He covered his face, and wanted to ask a little more before he acted: "Then do you have any wish that you want to achieve with the Holy Grail? Saber."

Many followers have long-cherished wishes, some wish to go back to the past, some wish to look forward to the future, and some are unable to escape from the whirlpool of hatred.

——Saber's long-cherished wish, maybe that's it, right?

Lion Jie guessed that she would say something like 'I want to be emperor' or 'I want to kill Arthur'.

"I have a fart wish. I want to finish the Holy Grail War as soon as possible, and go back to beat up Daxiong Xiaofu and Fat Tiger."

Mordred didn't talk too much, she vetoed Lion Jie's conjecture with one sentence.

ha?Daxiong Xiaofu Fat Tiger? ?what is that?

Lion Jie Jieli opened his mouth, and pretended to be calm, he took out a cigarette: "Just as long as you are happy."

This Mordred is a bit abstract, he doesn't want to talk too much, so as not to lower his IQ.

Since Mordred asked Ying to find the remaining contestants, he didn't have to take the initiative to mention it.

Lion Jie set fire to the note that read "Church on Mount Sighişoara at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning", and stomped on it until it burned to embers.

...

In the courtyard in the sky, the giant hovering in the air did not fly away but still entrenched above the church.

"Today's battle is not considered a failure. Please allow me to thank Lancer before thanking you all for discussing the strategy with me." Amakusa Shiro bowed respectfully.

The dark colors combined with the heroes in the classroom add a bit of gloom.

"It doesn't need to be like this." Karna spared words like gold, and he still folded his arms and hid by the side of the pillar.

This battle was undoubtedly a loss.

Lancer's real name was discovered and he lost an inherent skill, but the black Saber was only recognized, and he could use the ability of [Glory Not For Himself] again.

Amakusa couldn't help smiling bitterly: "It seems that this Ruler doesn't understand what justice means, or is it because he didn't wake up?"

The second possibility that was reluctantly mentioned caused Achilles to snort: "How is it possible? It's purely because the referee is not in good spirits."

Speaking of this, the cheerful hero couldn't help turning the topic to Geng Yuan: "Hey, big sister, do you think it would be fun for Ruler to meet Assassin???"

Why do you want to pick me up again? ?

Atalanta snorted, and she glanced at this lust-obsessed guy with disgust, without judging.

Rider was full of breath, and his voice sounded like a motor engine, and there was an echo in the hall, let alone right in front of the person involved.

Semiramis looked sullen, and she groaned, not going to warn Achilles for the first time.

She glanced at Geng Yuan intriguingly.

From time to time, the tips of his fingers poked the handle of the throne chair, making a thumping sound.

In the same way, the princess smiled Tian Tian when she heard the sound, she brushed her hair behind her ears, and took another look at Geng Yuan.

Fortunately, Enkidu has a good temper, and he accompanied Geng Yuan with his usual expression.

This...

This is not finished.

"Well, this is also one of the methods, Assassin, if you go out, what are the chances that you can capture Ruler and help us?" Amakusa's eyes lit up, and he asked honestly and kindly.

How many ideas did Achilles' words give him?

No, he, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, was purely teasing Geng Yuan on purpose.

His joke caused Geng Yuan to be pinched by the princess for a long time.

But it didn't take long for this joke to be exposed by Geng Yuan.

He and Joan of Arc are pure and pure, and his character is high and kind.

"Master, how should we deal with Saber and his Master who have not yet joined?"

He raises a topic worth pondering.