The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

The slightly thin voice and intonation, as if to say "it doesn't matter" as relaxed as possible.

But this kind of words that sounded carelessly seemed colder than anything I've heard in the past, and it was so terrifying that people felt suffocated.

It's not on the same level at all.

If I were hostile to this man, with my current strength, I would definitely be killed.

At the moment when the eyes were facing each other, this cognition was clearly engraved into his mind.

The knuckles holding the flying knife subconsciously used force, and the cold touch made me relieved from the killing intent that almost pierced into the bone marrow, and then...

"Ding!"

"boom!"

That is definitely something that happened in an instant.

Originally, the distance of at least ten meters was shortened by Lancer in blue, and the thrown knife was blocked by the crimson spear, and then I was swept mercilessly by the turned gun body.

There was almost numb pain from the chest and abdomen, accompanied by an impact that almost broke the spine.

"Cough, cough...haha...haha..."

can not breath.

Blurred vision.

But the exercises I received since I was young still made me barely stand up before being attacked again.

"Oh? You can still stand up."

Obviously, my behavior exceeded the other party's expectations, and my frivolous words became a little more normal, "I want to look at you with admiration."

"...Cough cough..."

No... not an opponent at all.

Only a single blow was deprived of Taiban's attack power. Compared with the blue Lancer's attack, the intensity that Medea and that woman used to withstand in the past was the same level as pediatrics.

Although I have never thought about comparing it with the heroic spirits, facing such a huge gap, I still feel quite unwilling.

——I said, are you still not used to being hit by Medea and that woman since childhood?

Now that all lives are at stake, are you still taking down my station?

——So what, don’t you have fun in time?

Convex =.=|||

{Amamiya!

Lancelot’s anxious voice rang in my mind through a special connection, {please allow me to attack!

Must... Do you want to use Lancelot?

At this moment, from the warehouse in the yard, a dazzling white light that was visible to the naked eye suddenly burst out, as well as a magical riot that made people feel dizzy.

"Cough! What, what...heh...what a joke!"

I was stunned looking at the figure walking out of the warehouse, and I groaned, I just felt that this world was not real anymore.

Today is a strong day.

The clouds are flowing, and the moon is only slightly exposed.

The silver moonlight spilled into the courtyard, illuminating the figure of the blond knight in silver armor and Tsing Yi.

With both hands emptied, it seemed that she was holding a transparent weapon. The knight was a woman with brilliant hair like flowing gold and an extremely beautiful face.

Although her figure is relatively petite, the aura that she reveals, which should definitely belong to the superior, makes people involuntarily ignore this fact.

The seventh place Servant.

And it looks like it should still be recognized as the strongest sword hero among the seven classes-although I don't think my Lancelot will be any worse than that.

After the lapis lazuli eyes swept over me, she turned to Lancer in blue, who seemed to have been stunned by the sudden change. Then, she seemed to have determined her goal, and the girl moved.

"Chang!"

The sound of weapons struck.

The moon hid in the clouds, and the courtyard returned to its original darkness.

However, you can clearly see steel and steel clashing, and sparks are emerging in the dark.

Lancer in blue did not hesitate to attack the girl who walked out of the warehouse.

For me, the unavoidable haste spear is inevitable, but for the girl, it can easily fend off an attack.

The spears that were constantly attacking were bounced one by one by her, and every time they bounced, Lancer in blue was forced to take a step back.

Fighting refers to the struggle between those who have the ability to give each other a fatal blow.

No matter how big the gap between each other's strength, as long as they have the technology to defeat each other, it is called "battle".

If he was overwhelmingly ravaged when he was attacked by Lancer in blue before, then his actions with the female knight in front of him can indeed be called a battle.

"spit!"

Accompanied by a slight rattle, the man stepped back a little while straightening the gun in his hand to defend his flanks from being attacked.

"Well……"

I hurriedly held down my left eye-although for ordinary people, it may just be the red spear shining brightly, but in my left eye, the light emitted by the spear is enough Call it the intensity of the "blast scene".

{Lance, retreat on your side!

Supporting the wall and slowly standing up, I haven't been able to draw my attention from the battle in the courtyard until now.

{……}

But to my surprise, Lancelot did not give me a timely response this time.

{Lancelot?!

Called again, and Lancelot's voice sounded after a while: {Sorry just lost focus.Is there anything wrong with Amamiya?

Distracted?!