Illimitable Until Death

“Psst! ”

The wind collided with Ray's two shots again.

And this time, just in front of the convenience, collided with a piece, so that the bursting Mars just lit up the face of the square and the body of a sudden follower in front of it.

“What a scene, the Dark Lord. ”

Rider of the Red Square held the crossgun on his shoulder, emphasizing flexibility and mobility, while his hands held it like a stretcher, and the expression on his face filled with pleasure.

“It's remarkable to be able to shoot your sister like this and intercept all of her shootings. I'm afraid your followers are also a very powerful Archer, right? ”

Rider's questioning is not so much about the other party as about the other party's followers.

If it wasn't for that, maybe they wouldn't even show up.

After all...

“Rest assured, I didn't get orders to snipe you like I did, just because of my personal interest, I didn't expect to see such a good scene that I couldn't help but want to thank the gods in heaven out loud. ”

Rider smiled.

That smile, gradually dyed into a little bit of fighting and expensive.

“What do you say? Why don't you summon your followers here? Anyway, you have a curse, don't you? ”

Rider looked directly into the square and did not hide the fighting spirit in his heart, so to speak.

“Let your followers come here and talk to me, and I'll let you through, okay? ”

It seems that Rider doesn't care about the king at all, but about the source of the light that can be fired against Archer.

This is a very pure warrior.

This judgment was immediately made in the mind.

Such a warrior is not unknown.

Like Boros, that is a warrior who is desperate for his opponent.

And the Rider in front of us is essentially the same as Boros.

Desire your opponent.

Desire to fight.

Desire to find the source of excitement and emotional outbursts.

This kind of existence, in all sorts of mythological legends, is countless.

“Well, even though your followers are not qualified to be my opponents yet. ”

Rider said so with a seemingly arrogant, yet extremely confident attitude.

“At the very least, if I could get a scar on my body, I'd be eligible to fight. ”

These words, like to show the self-confidence in their hearts, become obscure fluctuations of power that surround Rider.

That breath is no less than the biggest ace of the black camp, King of Romania, Vlad III.

In other words, the immediate followers are extremely powerful.

It's just that in the Red Square camp, they all belong to the Ace rank.

But this level of things has long been known.

“Unfortunately, I'm not going to let my followers come here yet. ”

She smiled calmly at Rider.

“It would be somewhat detrimental to my followers if you were to be seen by the one in the church. ”

According to the original memory, if the memory in the square is correct, the supervisor in the church possesses the ability to instantly see the true name of the follower.

At that time, the true name of Yuan Lai Guang was revealed, and the other party was sent by the Church of the Holy See. Once Baptism was sung, it was really a bit of a problem for Yuan Lai Guang, who was devalued as a ghost.

Hence, the idea was to leave the source light behind and implement the role of the rear guard.

The ability to become an intermediary between Saber and Archer is perfectly followed by both front and rear guards.

At the very least, if you let Fang Li serve as a guard, you will never be able to achieve the level of source light.

Therefore, Yuanlaiguang became the rear guard, and the king of Fangli came to the forefront instead.

With this deep meaning, Rider naturally couldn't have guessed.

There's just one thing Rider can still understand.

“In other words, you intend to break into our home camp by yourself, with your followers completely hidden behind the scenes? ”

Rider had to laugh.

Smiled a little happy.

“Geez, we're really underestimated. ”

Speaking of which, Rider had a sudden change of breath.

“A lord of the district intends to break through our defenses, attack our lord, and give me a limit to being arrogant! ”

A sense of violence, like a sudden storm, swept the field.

Feel that powerful pressure, squinting your eyes.

Dude.

In terms of strength alone, this Rider may already be on top of the Honey Mask.

In this case, Rider raised his head and shouted around.

“Did you hear that? O followers of the black side! ”

“Next, I will attack your lord! ”

“If you don't want to watch your lord die, then release your arrows towards me! ”

It was not until such a declaration was made that Rider looked into the square.

“Sorry, don't blame me if I'm dead! ”

After all, Rider's face was completely frenzied.

“Bang!”

The footsteps sounded loud.

At this moment, the job as Rider's follower moved.

It is obvious that you should rely on the performance of the riding vehicle to act as an intermediary for your own fighting power, but Rider, as if he didn't hesitate to use it, stepped directly into the atmosphere, like a gust of wind, and burst into the square.

No, no, no.

That's not the wind.

If you must describe it, it's a comet.

Like a human-shaped comet going wild, Rider came rushing towards the square with a fanatical smile.

Speed, it's easy to break the speed of sound.

“Psst! ”

However, almost at the same time Rider stormed out, the lightning arrows also broke through the space, exposing it to a thunderbolt that was too fast to cover his ears.

Target, that's Rider.

But Rider is not going to slow down.

There was only a crossgun in his hand, like a whiplash, like a light stick, dancing.

“Boo-hoo! ”

In the ringing of the bell, the arrows that turned into thunder were bounced off by the crossguns.

But the next second, Rider was surprised.

“Psst! ”

Another thunderous arrow just hidden behind the previous shot and shot straight at Rider.

In that way, it was like Yuan Lai Guang had long anticipated that his first hit would be bounced off, and he immediately released his second.

And this blow, before Rider reacted, was less than a meter in front of his eyebrows.

This distance, in general, is not necessarily avoidable by even the accessory.

Rider is not surprised by this situation.

“To this extent...! ”

The gun in the hand was like a wind, under Rider's amazing stunt, like a light, flashing suddenly.

“Psst! ”

The second thunder, in a glaring Mars, was struck again.

It's complicated, actually, the whole process hasn't even arrived for a second.

A second later, Rider, a walking comet, flashed in front of the square with a wave of whistling wind.

The crossgun in his hand stabbed him out without mercy.

To the heart of the square.