King's Landing

"I didn't expect you to be here, King Arthur."

Lancer stared at the figure in front of him. The golden blonde hair and sassy beauty proved the identity of the man who came from the kingdom of Britain a thousand years ago, the most famous king of victory in the legend, the leader of the twelve round table knights, Arthur Pendragon.Although the appearance of the girl is different from that recorded in history, her noble character is worthy of the name.

It was just the arrival of the girl at this moment that Lancer had to worry about it.

"Before talking about other things, please allow me to ask, where is my lord's fiancee now, King Arthur, do you know?"

"what?"

Altria Ying frowned slightly, revealing an unknowing look.

Seeing her expression, Lancer sighed with relief, and he stretched out his hand to continue.

"It seems that I have been worrying too much, please don't care, just assume I haven't asked.

Even though Lancer said so, Altria lowered her head, her eyes flashed with thoughts, a terrible thought flashed through her mind, but before she could think about it, Lancer's voice came again.

"So... come here at this time, you shouldn't come to me for a chat, right? King Arthur. After the crusade against Caster, you should have spent a lot of money, not to mention that you were targeted by Berserker in the end and didn't solve it first. Is it okay with the side?"

"I will resolve the matter between Berserker and I personally later. I came here because I wanted to continue the last duel. During the crusade against Caster, everyone was exhausted. As usual, they will switch to defense tonight. , To recover. Because of this, we don’t have to worry about someone disrupting the game. This time we will definitely be able to compete in a showdown and decide the winner. What do you think, Lancer?

Raising the golden holy sword in her hand, Altria launched a declaration of invitation to Lancer.

Looking at the sacred and flawless brilliance and feeling the impure vindictiveness, the humiliation and self-blame in Lancer's heart were quietly swept away by the fierce fighting spirit. He raised the bloody magic spear in front of him, bitterly. The aura was released from him.

"Have you said this, do you already have the conviction of victory? Then, I and Di Lumuto Audina will also respond with the same faith, King Arthur! Swear by glory, I will Fighting with all your strength, the victory will belong to my Dilumudo, because besides you, King Arthur, I still owe an unfinished duel, so I cannot lose to you here."

"Is that the matchup that I spoiled?"

"That is not your fault, King Arthur, if you have such a mentality to fight with me, you will lose miserably. If you are really ashamed, then use your strongest strength to respond to the gun in my hand. , Let us have a duel without regrets!"

Lancer held the gun in one hand and pointed the tip of the gun at Altria. This was not a provocation, but to make the opponent pay attention.

This duel must not have the slightest blemish, betting on the glory of life and death, if there are distracting thoughts, it will be a humiliation to the other party.

Realizing this, Altria took a deep breath, and a confident smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"As you wish! Dilumudo!"

The moment the gun and the sword leaned against each other, the two knights who bet on glory and fought together collided.Sparks flew in all directions, spiritual power trembled, and the two unconcerned people started a battle of life and death following their unsuccessful duel with their respective gun skills and sword skills.

And just as the crisp sound of gun and sword delivery continued to sound, the figure lurking in the dark also launched an action.

"That idiot! Even thinking of a duel at this time! Obviously there is no chance of winning! The first thing the enemy should do is to take the Master to evacuate! What's more, now Solawi's whereabouts are unknown, this waste is still in the mood for Fight for shit honor! I think he just wanted to kill me! I guessed right! This treacherous villain! If I had two spells--"

Kenneth Archibald, the Master to which Lancer belongs, is from the clock tower elite of the Magic Association headquarters. At this moment, he is hiding in the dark with an upright spirit, staring at the duel between the knights in the distance, his face is bruised. At the beginning, the pair of British blue pupils had already lost their Jing Shuo, and only envy and anger were circulating there.

Jingle.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came into Kenneth's ears.

The sound came from under his feet, and he subconsciously looked at it. There was a golden bullet on the side of the wheelchair.

The moment he saw the bullet, his heart panicked and his eyes eagerly looked around. Sure enough, under the moonlight, he saw a shadow standing there not far away until his eyes adjusted to the light. The shadows became clear.

However, when he saw the shadow clearly, his whole heart immediately dropped to freezing point.

That man was the culprit who took everything from him, and he was also a sinister villain like a demon. He appeared at this time. Without the protection of the heroic spirits, he was undoubtedly like fish on a chopping board. He could only be slaughtered without any fight back. Power.

Moreover, this is not Kenneth’s most frightening thing, because beside the man’s feet, there is a red-haired figure that makes him think about it day and night. His kidnapped fiancee has her right arm broken and her breath is also very serious. Weak, it was the man who caught Sola Wei!

Kenneth's pupils shrank so much that he was about to shout.

But when he saw the man's pitch-black gun pointed at his fiancée, he abruptly stopped his voice. It was a warning to him. If he dared to ask for help from his hero, the next moment, There will be one more corpse.

After the warning, the man took something out of his arms and threw it towards this side. It was a piece of leather, used by the magic world to write contracts and agreements. When Kenneth took the leather paper and opened it, he shrank. His pupils dilated instantly.

"This is...Self.Geass.Scroll (self-mandatory essay)!?"