The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"The sword is invisible?"

I looked suspiciously at the handle in Altria's hand that was obvious, and I could tell by visual inspection how long and wide it was a victory vow, then I looked up at Lancelot with a serious face, tangled.

"Ah...Except for the liberation of the'Wind King Enchantment', there is no time to see the true appearance of the victory oath."

Lancelot was serious.

And besides , there is only left.

what can I say?

Did you tell Lancelot from the beginning to the present that no matter which of my eyes the victory vow has been "invisible" at all?

Lancelot and I were discussing differently on this side, and the battle on the other side also fell into a feverish state.

The foot on the ground crushed the concrete floor.

The air pressure brought by the wave of weapons cut off the street lights on the side.

The peeling iron sheet on the outer wall of the warehouse was like twisted tin foil being blown by the wind passing by.

The wind was roaring in a low voice.

Facing the space completely opposed to the physical laws of the world, the surrounding air uttered a nervous lament.

Frenzy storms raged on the streets without people, destroying and trampling everything.

Just a hand-to-hand battle between two people will completely destroy the entire street.

This is the battle between heroic spirits.

"Now, should I say that the lively scene will attract some uninvited guests?"

Withdrawing my attention from the battlefield over there, I looked at the other side of the harbour with Lancelot, who was already aware.

Over there, a man and a woman carrying mechanical equipment, after a brief conversation, separated from both sides and sneaked into the harbor.

In terms of strength, there is a clear gap between humans and heroic spirits.

So the target of these two human beings will definitely not be the heroic spirits, then-the Masters who are attracted by this battle between the heroic spirits?

"How to deal with it?"

Lancelot looked at me sideways, with a completely "you have the final say" look.

"Now the Holy Grail War is just the beginning, and it hasn't come to the end of the day... Well, how about going to say hello?"

To be honest, I was actually looking forward to Altria's expression when he saw me and Lancelot.

——Your character is getting worse...

Easy to say.

——I'm not complimenting you, bastard!

My dear, it's really not what I said...

--what?

Are you developing in the direction of Tsundere?Can't help but tease?

It made me feel unfulfilled.

--Humph!I am too lazy to care about you and me!

(Tianyin: After all, is it my illusion or something? How do you feel that the squid inside and outside is completely reversed from the aura?)

"Then, it's rude."

Lancelow nodded his head, hugged me sideways again, jumped off the top of the bridge and ran towards the harbor.

"?"

Leaning against Lancelot's arms, I looked around suspiciously again.

Still no one.

Damn, what's the feeling of being stared at by something just now, bastard!

======================== I am the dividing line for switching scenes =================== ===

In the harbor, on the road damaged by the aftermath of the battle between Saber and Lancer, there is a terrifying imprint of strength-two warehouses have been overturned, and the asphalt on the road has been turned over like farmland.

Looking at such a battlefield, people can't help feeling that this place has actually just experienced a major earthquake.

But in this ruined venue, Saber and Lancer faced each other unharmed, guarding against each other's next move.

Even though the battle just now was so intense, neither of them showed a trace of fatigue.

"You can fight without even reporting your name. Your reputation is really worthless."

Lancer lightly waved the spear in his hand, so that the murderous aura of freezing air was not diminished at all, but the tone was completely inconsistent and relaxed.

Even, it can be said that it brings a little joy-that is the unique joy of encountering an opponent that is equal or worthy of a battle.

"Anyway, I admire you very much, and I have sweated even now."

Lancer had a smile in his eyes. "As a woman, it's not easy for you."

"Don't be humble, Lancer."

Also swiping the sword in his hand, Saber showed a friendly smile on his face, "Although I don't know your name, the praise you gave me for being such a spearman...that's my honor, I accept it. "

The so-called "played friendship" is very suitable for the moment.

After Lancelot's own concealment skills, plus I used magic to completely cover up the breath of the two, we entered the battlefield from the other end.

"This is the end of the game! Lancer!"

And just when Lancelot and I had chosen a position and were about to continue watching the show, another voice rang.

Lancer's Master?

I raised my eyebrows and accurately followed the trajectory of the magical power fluctuations to find the place to make the sound.

Although it is a blind spot from the ground, as long as the battle is on the roof, it is completely unobstructed.

In addition to the Master who hides in the corner of the house and hides his Lancer by using a shielding enchantment, there are also two Familiars who are landing on the crane boom not far away.