The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

The strongest defensive spell that can be used at this stage was pronounced. In order to prevent it, I even used an enchanted flying knife. Through alchemy, I formed a shield-shaped shield to block the direction towards Berserker.

"Αλχημεία!" (Tianyin: Greek, meaning "refined".)

"boom!"

moment.

All sounds disappeared-this should be a temporary hearing loss caused by the impact of the explosion.

But at this moment, all he could feel was the atmospheric vibration that shocked the whole body, and the heat enough to scorch the skin.

"Well!"

Although he was protected by Lancelot in time, because the explosion came too suddenly, various fragments bounced off by the gale stabbed into the left half of his body.

There was no sensation in the left leg, only the pain that seemed to have been broken.

The white flash caused by the explosion actually lasts only a short time, right?

Although he was injured, he survived this crisis anyway.

"Master! Are you okay?"

Lancelot carefully helped me up, but the moment I turned my head, the scene in my eyes made me forget to make a sound.

A big hole was blown out of the ground at the explosion site, but the black giant was still alive.

The dancing flames melted into the darkness of night,

But the black giant stayed silently in the flames, only the sound of fiery bursting into his ears.

The double-layer defense that I built can be broken in an instant, and there is definitely only an explosive power close to the ritual level, but the Berserker who suffered this explosion from the front is actually...

As Berserker, it is absolutely impossible for the magic power to be so high, so the only explanation is... treasure!

"Okay, come back Berserker. The boring thing was supposed to be solved first, but now the schedule has changed slightly."

At this time, Illiya's voice floated slowly.

Afterwards, the black shadow shook-backing as if responding to the girl's voice.

"You..." Are you not ready to continue fighting?

I looked at Iliya, not knowing what to say for a while.

At this moment, Lancelot has suffered serious injuries in order to protect me. If she wants to take advantage of the victory, I will only be defeated-just now that the killing intent because of me telling her life experience is fake What?

"Yes, I changed my mind."

As if she was talking about something inconsequential, Illya spun around briskly, "It's rare to be in a good mood, I don't want to be ruined by you. Moreover, defeat the enemy whose strength is reduced because of other people's intervention. There is nothing to show off. I don’t want that kind of victory Ilia!"

"..."

Probably because the scene I experienced just now was too shocking, so I couldn't say anything to this kind of declaration of full marks.

"So, I will let you live for a while."

The white girl smiled and said, "Then goodbye!"

Then he left this sentence and disappeared to the other side of the flame with the black giant.

The pressure disappeared in the air, but the alarm was not lifted.

Not only me, but Lancelot also looked in another direction together after repairing the concept weapon.

"Although the power was reduced because the weapon was broken, but to survive that level of explosion, it seems that you have to re-evaluate the combat effectiveness of your Servant."

Under the moonlight, the white-haired and red-clad light-armored knight stood on the fence not far away holding a pair of black and white knives.

The situation is very bad.

If it were the uninjured Lancelot, he would definitely win this guy if he fights in close combat-but the current situation is really not optimistic.

"Are you going to fight on wheels?"

Walking out from behind Lancelot, I looked at the Servant.

By now, I can only plug it up.

"you……"

At the moment when he saw me, Class should have shrunk the pupils of Archer's red knight abruptly, deepening my guess, "You are also the Master!"

"The guardian on Alaya's side has always acted by all means, only seeking results. So..."

Raising my hand and pressing on the faintly painful left chest, I raised my head and stared at him tightly, then slowly said, "Are you...are you going to kill me again? Wei Gong ."

"!"

The red knight took a step back as if he had been stung, a look of incomparable astonishment appeared on his face, "How could you! No! How could you know!"

"I've been dreaming intermittently since before."

I dragged my left leg, which was already numb to the pain, and took a step forward. I looked at him, "But I still think of it, thanks to you. Have you forgotten it? Yuu, this name was still in the last life. You made it for me."

"..."

The expression on his face kept changing, and finally it became indifferent, "Just now, I didn't know the battlefield here. You exist as the Master."

"Even if you know that I exist, so what?"

I snorted coldly and raised my hand to block Lancelot who wanted to come forward, "Are you the kind of person who cares about this kind of thing? Wei Gong."

"This body has long been disqualified from using that name, so... don't call this body that."

Smoky and tea-colored eyes slowly dropped, and the figure of the red knight gradually disappeared from my eyes, "Anyway... sorry..."

"..."

There was silence.

After instinctively felt that the other party should have left, I breathed out, and the spirit of strong support finally relaxed.

"...Amamiya..."

Lancelot hurriedly stepped forward to support me, "I'm sorry, I'm busy with everything..."

"You can fight the Berserker and you can still fight for the upper hand, Lance, you are indeed very strong. So don't blame yourself..."