The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

——Although it is easy to fish in muddy water.

——But now this water is too mixed, bastard!

Even though the golden heroic spirit used the treasure to attack, but that heroic spirit just stood there quietly, watching us in this direction.

Yes, quiet.

Even if the murderous aura and magic radiating from him distorted the surrounding air into a horrifying moan, it couldn't change the fact that the heroic spirit itself should be "quiet" as the Berserker.

Unlike the distorted aura around it, Berserker, as the central point, gives people a feeling of extreme quietness, which can even be described as "serenity".

peaceful?!No matter how you think about it, this adjective is definitely a word that has nothing to do with Berserker. At this moment, it appears true and contradictory to the heroic spirit, and it makes people who know this point entangled and depressed to the point of vomiting blood. .

And even stranger than this is the way the Berserker greeted the attack before the golden hero.

Although there was no trace of the use of treasures or weapons at all, the previous wave of throwing weapons did not hurt Berserker at all.

"A bastard should look like a bastard!"

The golden spirit raised his eyebrows, and the surroundings shone again.

Not only guns and swords, but also axes, mallets and even spears.

In addition, there are some weird weapons that do not know their purpose and nature.

However, the blades of all treasures are as bright as a mirror, and they exude enormous magic power.There is a degree of mystery that is not inferior to each other on each of the treasures-the direct result is that my left eye is so sore at the moment because of overuse.

As if stung by the insult of the golden hero, the scarlet hero suddenly raised his hand without seeing any movement from him. A scarlet longbow appeared in his hand—and a The blood-colored arrow was also carried on the bow and aimed directly at the golden heroic spirit.

The bow is like a half moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.

Although the arrow that flew halfway was caught by a chain that ejected from an unknown place, it was clear that the self-esteem of the golden hero had been stimulated by the arrow.

"Die to this king!"

With a wave of the golden hero's hand, the group of treasures floating in the void immediately shot at Berserker's direction at a speed more terrifying than the scarlet arrow.

The roar shook the atmosphere, and the continuous flashing of firelight from the explosion seemed to disperse the entire night sky frequently-such a huge destructive power, it is hard to believe that this is only an effect caused by throwing swords.

The so-called "carpet bombing" is nothing more than this.

And the most strange thing is the scarlet hero.

The original blood-colored longbow has disappeared, and replaced by a blood-colored longbow that he wielded in his hand.

With this long whip, he accurately moved the treasure that was aimed at him off the original flight trajectory-although occasionally he would be attacked by treasures that were too late to defend, it was clear that the small injuries did not hinder him. To his normal actions.

It has to be said that this level can be achieved in such a dense rain of golden heroes, this red hero is indeed very strong in a sense.

"……Strange……"

While everyone’s attention was focused on the battle between the golden hero and the red hero, I turned my head to confirm that there was no danger and then retreated to my side, Lancelot said in a low voice, “Lance, do you think ...That Berserker is familiar?"

"The fighting method is a little familiar..."

And Lancelot nodded after carefully observing the scarlet heroic spirit for a period of time, "But I'm not sure, because I don't seem to have such a knight in scarlet armor in my mind."

"This second Holy Grail War is really a gathering of acquaintances."

After retracting the gaze that stayed on the scarlet heroic spirit, I refocused my gaze on the golden heroic spirit that seemed to have consumed the opponent at this moment, "Even you and me, there are already four Servants who can confirm that they are from the Arthurian dynasty But why... I think that golden hero is also familiar?"

"Don't you remember him?"

But to my surprise, Lancelot's questioning rhetorical question clearly revealed the message that I should know the golden hero.

"What should I... remember?"

I asked a little strangely, "I have never seen someone in the Arthurian dynasty... well, someone with such a strong sense of existence is right."

It's impossible that I don't have any impression of that kind of scumbag and ugly character.

"Just forget it if you have no impression."

Lancelot returned his gaze back to the court with a calm expression, and said softly, "Anyway, it's just something insignificant." (Tianyin: Little Squid and Gilgamesh used to be lovers. You have just taken a sentence like this lightly...Little Lanhua, can you be a bit darker OTZ?)

"Can you make it clearer?"

I walked around in front of him and stared at him, "It feels weird to say half-way like you! Although I admit that compared to Altria, I have a more favorable feeling for that golden hero."

"In the ancient Sumerian era, the king who ruled Uruk was friends with his god-made man."

Lancelot sighed, "But I think even if I say that, you can't remember anything at all, right?"

"Ancient Sumei era? Hmm... I can think of related legends when you say that."

I looked at him suspiciously, "But what does this have to do with now...eh?! Isn't it?!"

Suddenly thinking of a possibility that could be considered nonsense, I couldn't help but hang a row of black lines on my head.

However, if you contact the tone of the golden heroic spirit to me and the content of the words, this kind of possibility is not completely impossible.

I said, can there be anything more than eight o'clock in this situation?

——Yes...I think if there is a heroic spirit calling you "mother" at this moment, I am afraid it will be even worse at eight o'clock.

……I said……

--Ok?

Now the weather is very cold, so please stop telling such cold jokes that can freeze people. Thank you for your cooperation...

——Just talk, are you serious?

Convex =.=|||

However, although this possibility is not without it, there are also some doubts.

"That's not right, Lance! Why do you know this kind of thing that I don't even remember?!"

This is not because I doubt Lancelot, but because I think this situation is a bit unreasonable.

"These are some things I remember when you disappeared in my arms."

Lancelot smiled at me, "But as you always say, don't stick to the past in everything, but look forward. These things are just small things."

"That's right..."