The second night of the Holy Grail War! After Duke finished explaining his final affairs... well, he just explained the follow-up matters, and then he walked out the door.
At this moment, an inexplicable aura came from the port not far away. It was the aura of a servant, and some masters could no longer hold back.
Duke understood. According to the original work, the owner of this breath was Lancer Diarmuid, a lucky E who swore to be loyal to his monarch.
Lancelot, who was standing at the door, sensed the aura and immediately became eager to fight: "This aura... is from a hostile Servant! Exposing your position so recklessly, are you inviting a fight?"
Duke, now wearing a Magneto face, agreed: "Indeed, there is no reason not to respond to him."
"It's a great fortune to meet a heroic spirit with chivalry in the treacherous Holy Grail War!" It can be said that Lancelot's reaction was similar to that of King Sarcasm.
Unfortunately, Lancelot's passion was extinguished by a basin of cold water before it could be ignited. His task tonight was to stay at home and not go out without Duke's order. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He wanted to fight a hero whose name resounded through the history, but unfortunately he had to obey Duke's orders.
This was a heavy warhorse, nearly two meters from hoof to shoulder, with its limbs and body wrapped in dark bone armor. Through the gaps in the armor, one could clearly see that it was not a flesh and blood body, but a skeleton burning with flames. The hollow eye sockets had long been devoid of flesh and blood, replaced by leaping crimson flames, and it snorted, spewing out two balls of red flames.
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Lancelot was extremely speechless and didn't dare to look. Duke was wearing heavy armor and riding a monster warhorse, so he could easily impersonate Rider, but he had to set his previous occupation as a wizard. I really don't know what he was thinking.
At night, there is almost no one here, and the dim light shining on the empty area adds a sense of desolation and coldness.
At the port of Fuyuki City, at the junction of the long river that runs through the city and the sea, a large number of containers are unloaded from cargo ships and piled up in the warehouse area here.
Nightmare Horse!
Under the street lights, Lancer stood in the middle of a wide open space with two guns in hand. On both sides were neatly stacked containers. He did not hide his figure, ready for a fair fight, and his enemy also came to fight openly.
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During the probing phase, neither side used any treasures, only the simplest cold weapons, but the damage caused was not weak at all. The energy generated by the swing of the weapons was like an invisible blade, tearing the containers on both sides into crisscross wounds.
This is most suitable for battles between servants.
The two servants were more than ten meters apart from each other, maintaining this distance very tacitly. While confronting each other, they carefully observed each other, trying to find clues about the other's identity from the slightest clues, so as to facilitate the formulation of corresponding tactics.
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If we really want to say what advantage this nightmare warhorse has, it is probably that it has a short-distance teleportation trick. Nightmare's trump card to save his life, the skill cooldown time is as long as 24 hours. If you don't escape after using this trick, you can only wait for death.
As three knights, Saber knew that what was going to happen was a fierce battle. The winds dispersed, and her treasure appeared in her hand. It was invisible because it was wrapped in the Wind King's barrier. The Sword of Promised Victory was so famous that it could be recognized at a glance. In order to hide her identity, she had to cover up its true appearance.
Saber agreed with Lancer's words. It was really against the way of a knight to be unable to announce a name that one was proud of before a duel.
This nightmare warhorse is Duke's familiar, summoned from another dimension by Duke's Blind Jiba. It has weak combat power and can only charge and kick. Its physical defense is OK, and ordinary swords cannot kill it, but its magic power is very worrying, and it cannot appear in broad daylight.
Although the blade can be hidden, the way it is held with both hands cannot be hidden, so Lancer confirmed the identity of his opponent: "You are the only Servant who can respond to my invitation to fight and come before me with dignity. With such a clear fighting spirit, you must be Saber, right?"
"Ran, Sakura's safety is in your hands. She is my most precious treasure."
The weapons collided, and after a crisp sound, a continuous offensive was launched. The flashes of swords and guns raised a large gust of wind, covering the figures of the two men. Only from the continuous sound of metal clashing, one could imagine the scene of fierce fighting.
"I was able to meet Saber, who is known as the best class, in my first battle. It seems that my luck is not that bad. It's just that I can't declare my name in front of my opponent who is fighting for my life. It's really disappointing."
The creatures summoned by the magician to assist him in battle are called familiars. Familiars cover a wide range, from low-level insects and mice to high-level heroic spirits and mythical immortal species. Magicians can sign contracts with them.
Feeling the strong magic power emanating from the two Servants, and the strong fighting spirit lingering in the air, Irisviel nervously swallowed her saliva and involuntarily stepped back a distance. She couldn't intervene in the fight between the Servants, but she had a reason to stay here. Lancer's Master had not appeared, which was a threat, and she needed to protect Saber from a sneak attack.
Duke signed it mainly for transportation. Of course, the appearance of the Nightmare Warhorse pulling the wind is the key. For a person who can fly, it doesn't matter whether he rides a horse or not. This is not a poor crew. It's so scary! Duke mounted the warhorse, pulled the reins and left, and soon disappeared into the shadows.
Clang! Sparks of fire burst forth, and a violent wind suddenly rose. The unbridled storm swept across the empty harbor, plowing deep furrows in the concrete ground and cutting off the streetlights on the side. If it continued, the battle between the two would destroy the street where the empty space was located.
Duke nodded, but after taking two steps he realized that going on foot would damage the reputation of Gandalf the Dual Wielder. How could a wizard not have a mount?
“That’s right. I guess you are Lancer?” Saber did not hide anything and directly stated her class. Each class had its own unique fighting style that could be seen through at a glance. There was no point in hiding anything.
In response and out of respect, Saber took a combat stance, adjusted her magic to the best state, and went all out to face the battle. Lancer was not to be outdone, and with a light laugh, he took an attack stance, waving his spear, the sharp tip of the spear stirred up the wind, and tore out a whirlwind-like airflow.
As he chanted the spell, a crack appeared in the air behind him and a tall figure slowly walked out.
"Please rest assured, Lancelot will complete the mission to the death and wait for your return from the battle!" Lancelot calmed down, put his arms on his chest, and saluted as a knight.
In Saber's eyes, the man opposite her was imposing, and his weapons were two asymmetrical guns, one long and one short. The guns were tightly wrapped with bandages that concealed their aura, so her true appearance could not be seen, but she could confirm that the other party was undoubtedly a spearman.
Lancer was delighted to see Dai Mao who had been invited. He was moved by the other party's chivalry and thought that she was a very worthy opponent. He did not look down on her because she was a woman. His intuition told him that it would probably be a tough battle.
The battle was about to start! They stared into each other's eyes and attacked at the same time. Their job levels determined that they had extremely high agility parameters and moved very fast. The distance of more than ten meters was almost nonexistent for them.
The two sides did not speak when they met for the first time. Saber's 'Master' Irisviel stood at the edge of the battlefield, her knuckles turning white from her clenched fists due to worry. She had no ability to participate in the battle between the Servants and could only provide assistance with healing magic.
On the battlefield, the two Servants demonstrated their powerful fighting power as Heroic Spirits. Outside the battlefield, the Masters and Servants participating in the Holy Grail War also focused their attention here.
Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, who descended as a Rider, stood proudly on the large bridge in the distance with his Master and Queen. He was standing, and the Queen was lying.
A little closer, on the beam of a container crane, Emiya Kiritsugu, known as the "Magician Killer", as Saber's true Master, was hiding there, using the night vision goggles on his sniper rifle to watch the center of the battlefield. His assistant Hisau Maiya was lying in ambush on the other side of the battlefield, also holding a sniper rifle, and the two were looking for Lancer's Master.
Emiya Kiritsugu and Hisau Maiya are in a superior-subordinate relationship, but if you look deeper, their relationship is more than that. It can only be said that Irisviel is a little green on his head.
(End of this chapter)