Duke's calm tone revealed his arrogance, and his words made the three servants present angry. In their respective times, they were all heroes with unrivaled reputations in the world, and they had never been belittled like this.

Lancer took a step forward, ahead of the other two, and pointed his gun at Duke: "Berserker, empty words are useless! Let me test you. If you are just a big-talking liar, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as the words fell, Lancer spun the gun with both hands, waving it into two whirlwinds, and an extremely condensed aura suddenly emanated from his body. In the awe-inspiring aura, there was a hint of bloody murderous intent, and the calmness that could be controlled freely was a mark that only those who had experienced hundreds of battles could hone.

Under the pressure, the nightmare horse under Duke was stimulated and raised its hooves to jump high. Duke shook the reins to calm its temper.

"Haha, nothing special!" Lancer sneered. It was obvious that the Nightmare Steed was just a showpiece.

Duke was unmoved, he gently jumped off his horse and walked towards Lancer. Under the moonlight, the old man with white hair and long beard, wearing a heavy armor surrounded by black air, had a bright look in his eyes. Although he looked old, he was in good spirits and had the demeanor of a strong man.

Duke felt a little uncomfortable. Being naked in front of the magic gun was like that. He felt a little shy just thinking about it!

Waver came back to his senses from his confusion and looked at his escaped Servant with a puzzled look on his face: "Hold on tight, hold on to what?"

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This is not good news. The Holy Grail War has just begun, and there are still Servants who have not appeared. It is not the time to reveal the winning trump card! "My Master, you better hold on tight!"

Lancer's eyes gleamed with brilliance, and he swung his two guns vigorously. The air in front of him was violently cut and torn apart, creating a materialized turbulence of wind blades, cutting mottled and interlaced dents on the surrounding ground.

In times of crisis, Lancer's inherent skill "Mind's Eye" is used in time. In an absolute disadvantage, he calmly grasps the situation of himself and the enemy and finds a way out that only exists in theory. Even if there is only a 1% chance, he can be prepared to seize the opportunity and reverse the situation.

Waver's eyes were dull, and he had begun to question his life. These servants were actually human beings in their previous lives?

A gun shot out, pointing directly at Lancer's chest. The tip of the gun was as fast as thunder and as powerful as a cannonball fired from a gun. In an instant, a sonic boom was heard.

Irisviel's face turned pale. She couldn't see clearly the ultra-fast movements of Duke and Lancer swinging their weapons, but she could clearly see the battlefield being torn apart and trampled by giant beasts. She couldn't help but twist her fingers together, deeply worried about Saber.

Facing Lancer's last-ditch counterattack, Duke roared and responded with an even more powerful attack, attacking the attack with an even stronger attack.

Alchemy: Alchemy Array!

Oh, I almost forgot, the thunder was accompanied by the wailing screams and flying tears of the weak master.

WC, this old man is a monster! After just one fight, Lancer knew that Duke's strength was enough to crush him. He didn't have time to sigh, because the flashing gun shadow was approaching again. In an instant, Lancer's breathing stagnated, and he turned sideways almost as a conditioned reflex, dodging in an awkward posture.

Lancer performed exceptionally well under the pressure, his muscles all over his body wailing and screaming, but what made him despair was that the old man on the opposite side became more and more courageous, and his physical strength seemed to be endless.

Lancer was furious. This was too arrogant, but before he could say anything, he suddenly felt his heart palpitating. A black shadow flashed in front of him, and the golden spear pierced towards him with a whistling sound.

The magic power burst out with terrifying purple thunder, which shattered the ground under the cow's hooves and created spider-web-like cracks. The chariot moved forward, and with a roar, it increased its speed to the extreme.

Nightmare: "Sigh~~~"

Rider shook the reins, and the two sturdy and muscular Flying Kicking Bulls grunted, moved their thick hooves, and started charging, pulling the mighty wheels.

The extremely high agility of both sides meant that once the battle broke out, the movements could not be judged with the naked eye. The violent gale continued without stopping, and the whole process seemed illusory and without substance. Only the brief pause when the weapons of both sides collided could allow people to see the shadows of the two people, but that was only a flash.

Rider could see that Lancer was already at the end of his strength and would be shot by Duke soon. Without Lancer in front to block the bullet, he could only use his inherent barrier to have a chance of defeating Duke.

The bright red spear tip, like a dancing elf, under Lancer's control, bloomed in the air with flickering red light, biting Duke's figure tightly. However, the golden war spear always managed to get ahead, blocking Lancer's weakness every time, forcing him to retract his power before it was released, and he was about to vomit blood.

What? What did you say? Lancer said solemnly: "In that case, this warhorse is also a loyal spirit beast."

“Waaaaaa——”

"Weird wizard, judging from your posture, you are actually a good gunner!" Lancer was delighted to see the prey, he didn't expect that Duke was good at the same weapon as him.

On the side, Saber watched the fierce battle and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Both of them were extremely strong, and she wished she could replace one of them.

As the storm came, Saber and Rider swung their weapons, cut off the hurricane in front of them, and evacuated with their respective masters. No one doubted that as the battle between the two escalated, the entire street would be destroyed.

The ground trembled slightly, and countless metal materials were extracted from the soil and condensed into a golden war spear. The spear shaft was thick and long, and it was as heavy as a thousand pounds. The spear blade was slender like a sword, and the spear head was arrow-shaped. The blade edge was dotted with cold light, and it was obvious at a glance that it was good for slashing and stabbing.

On the ground, furrows were plowed out, and the containers on both sides were cut into pieces like cream cakes. "It's useless. Under my treasure, the Eye of Truth, every attack of yours will be invisible."

Despair? Fear? Yes, Lancer's proud martial arts were suppressed, and he could not see the possibility of defeating the enemy. Naturally, he was extremely desperate, but his fighting spirit was even higher than before. It was such an honor to be able to fight such a powerful enemy. Even if he died, he could still be loyal to the monarch. This was exactly what he expected! "My master, please give me an order to win no matter what. I will sprinkle the battlefield with loyalty and glory!"

Even the martial arts proficient Lancer has been suppressed. Can Saber defeat him?

After hearing the crisp sound of metal clashing, Lancer felt a powerful force coming from the golden spear. The power was so terrifying that he had to retreat continuously before he could stabilize his body.

His speed is no worse than mine, and his strength is far greater than mine. Does this old man have to be so cruel? After entering the battle, Gandalf played by Duke seemed to be a different person. He was no longer polite and elegant. Every time he swung his spear, he was filled with murderous intent. His eyes, which contained wisdom, were now a little scarlet.

"Drink!"

Accompanied by a wailing sound like the air was shattered, the two spears erupted with a terrible sound wave in the collision, and the shock wave quickly rushed in all directions, wantonly destroying and trampling on the streets...

It was impossible to reverse the situation. Lancer exhausted all his strength and barely avoided the spear that brushed past him. His abdomen was cut by the wind blade attached to the golden spear, and blood immediately gushed out.

The golden spear was a refined weapon, and was insignificant compared to Lancer's two treasures. It had long been unable to bear the weight, and at this moment it was turned into golden powder by the wind.

“I’m not good at it, but I know a thing or two!”

"My warhorse was a holy unicorn, given to me by the Elf Queen. It followed me in battle for decades and was once a powerful beast. Unfortunately, when I was fighting the Dark Lord Sauron, it was cursed by darkness to save me and its flesh and soul were corrupted. Only one tenth of its abilities remained, and it has become so miserable."

boom!!

His servant Rider had a solemn expression on his face. Among all the servants present, his martial arts was undoubtedly the worst. The King of Conquerors relied more on commanders and military strategies in his battles, and as for single combat, everyone just had to fight together.

Boom boom boom————

Lancer was filled with alarm. Duke's gaze made him feel as if he was being stared at by a giant dragon. Under the powerful pressure, he broke through his own limits, raised his spear and stabbed it fiercely at the giant dragon's phantom.

Such a fast speed, is this guy really an old man? Lancer's heart trembled, and he stepped on the ground with small steps, raising his left hand to block with the pistol.

“Hahaha, if you don’t want to die, get out of my way!!” Rider laughed loudly, and the wheels rumbled with thunder, coming at a high speed, and the earth trembled.

A strong wind suddenly blew in, invading the center of the battlefield between Duke and Lancer. The two stopped attacking and turned to look over.

Saber looked at the starting chariot: "What does Rider want to do?"

Lancer cursed inwardly, "A madman!" and jumped away from the center of the battlefield, but Duke did not move. Facing the rampaging chariots, he raised his spear and with a clang, he thrust the golden spear upside down into the ground.

It had only been more than ten breaths since Duke and Lancer had fought, but in such a short time, the two had already fought countless times. Their ghostly figures flickered and moved, like two phantoms entangled together, and their identities could only be distinguished by the light of their weapons.

The golden spear, as fast as thunder, whizzed past and was only a millimeter away from the carotid artery in his neck. After Lancer dodged, he still felt a chill in his hair.

"No, it's a comrade I entrusted to my back." Duke strode to the front of Lancer as he spoke, a golden-red magic circle lighting up on his palm.

"Okay, come again!" Duke exclaimed, worthy of being Diarmuid with impeccable martial arts.

“Berserker, please retreat quickly before I take the throne!” Rider shook the reins and once again accelerated the chariot’s momentum.

"ridiculous……"

Duke sneered, his feet stomping on the concrete floor, not even reaching his ankles. After taking a firm stance, he raised his hands and supported them in front of him, his eyes full of pride.

"How dare you ask me to give way with just a bullock cart?!"

(End of this chapter)