In response to the king's anger, hundreds of treasures shot towards Duke at an even more terrifying speed than before. Nothing could be seen except the golden threads in the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom———

Just like the carpet bombing in modern warfare, the warehouse area of ​​the port suffered a baptism of destruction. Explosions rang out one after another, and every time a treasure fell to the ground, there was a deafening sound.

Pillars of fire shot up into the sky, and billowing black smoke rose into the night sky, blocking out the stars scattered across the horizon, leaving only a crescent moon visible.

Duke rushed into the dense column of fire, and his short-range bursts increased his speed to the limit. His upper body was pressed low, like a bird flying over the water, leaving a cluster of splashes.

A treasure in the shape of a halberd fell with a bang, piercing through his chest and into the ground. The attached magic power blew up the surrounding area into a mess. The pierced Duke continued to run, his figure gradually faded, and the next second, seven or eight figures appeared at the same time, and then disappeared at the same time.

Phantom!

Lancer: Why does it sound so familiar?

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Floating in the sky on the flying boat, Archer felt extremely humiliated. He had never been so embarrassed before. He was beaten so badly that he could only escape. While feeling extremely ashamed, Archer also recognized Duke in his heart and admitted that he was a powerful opponent rarely seen in the world.

Archer asked, "What happened?"

Swish! Fiery red and icy blue flashed left and right, Archer leaped back, but it was too late. He dodged the physical attack of the sword, but failed to dodge the attached magic effect.

"I remember your name is Gandalf, right?" Archer asked loudly, unexpectedly not using the catchphrase "scumbag".

Before he could show any angry expression, a heavy Frostmourne swept across, striking sparks on the golden helmet on his chest. The accompanying chill made his face turn ashen, and there seemed to be a faint aura of death.

“Arrogant!”

"The King's Treasure!"

"With this kind of magic power, no wonder he calls himself a wizard..." Archer stood on the flying boat and stretched out his hand to sweep away the storm rushing from below. The next second, his red pupils trembled violently.

"There has always been only one person who brings chaos to the world, and that is the high and mighty gods. The Demon Lord Sauron is just a tool they use to win over believers. They are the root of all evil!"

Looking at the shadows that kept flashing around him, Archer gritted his teeth, summoned a flying item from the King's Treasure, and leaped into the sky.

"Although I am not good at aerial combat, I do know a thing or two."

"What did you do?" Archer's voice trembled a little, and he had an absurd answer in his mind.

Duke was too fast for Archer to detect him, and therefore couldn't evade or defend. He simply continued to use his ultimate move, raining down treasures in all directions. Fortunately, the King's Treasure had a recycling function, otherwise he would have become a pauper in a short while.

There are many factors that affect the strength of a Servant, including the quality of the Master, whether it fits the Servant's class, its popularity, and the location of summoning, etc.

The bone-chilling cold and the heat that melted flesh and blood, two completely opposite forces raged in his body. One second he was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and the next second he was so hot that he was about to evaporate.

Countless frosts surged from the magic circle under Duke's feet. The huge ice blocks like hills rose up layer by layer, lifting him up and mimicking a ferocious and ferocious dragon head. The dragon head had bony ice spikes protruding from it, and its cold and empty pupils emitted endless cold light.

As he was speaking, Archer was about to land the flying boat and take out his strongest treasure to fight Duke, but Duke waved his hand and signaled him to wait a moment.

“…”

Archer shouted, summoned a sword, and slashed it towards Duke. The sword was extraordinary, and judging by the magic power it emitted, it was definitely A+ grade.

"I cannot bear to see the hundreds of races in the Middle-earth continue to be enslaved, so I am heading to the sacred mountain..."

It wasn't over yet, as four more dragon heads rose up one after another. One was as clear as red crystal, surrounded by blazing flames; one was covered with golden scales, emitting a holy glow; one was covered with black horny thorns, emitting a faint black mist; and one was completely green, with purple runes on its surface.

"I want to ask you, how did you die when you have such great strength? Don't tell me that you died of old age. I don't believe it!"

Although the archer's best skill was close combat, his martial arts skills were far inferior to Duke's. With a crisp collision sound, the long sword in his hand was knocked away.

"Damn it, you actually let this king..."

Archer was very confused. Duke claimed to be a mage, but he descended as a Berserker, which was inconsistent with his rank. His strength had been greatly reduced. Secondly, Duke was a fictional heroic spirit. There was no legend about him in this world. Without fame, he naturally did not have the strength he had in his lifetime.

Combining the two, one can imagine the extent to which Dual Wielding Berserker has been weakened!

"What!?"

Then the question is, if the weakened version is so strong, how powerful must he be in his prime? If you are so awesome, why did you die? Duke sighed with regret and his acting skills came out again: "I led all the tribes in Middle-earth to overthrow the rule of the Dark Lord Sauron. I thought peace would come. However, this is all my fantasy..."

"It's an old story, let's not talk about it!" Duke casually brought it up, saying that when he was young and ignorant, he killed the god on a whim.

"It's Gandalf the Dual Wielder Berserker. Does the ancient hero king have any advice for you?"

Duke narrowed his eyes, and a complex magic array opened up under his feet. The sky-blue array with a diameter of 100 meters was filled with magic that made people's heart palpitate. The vast magic surged out, as magnificent as the ocean, almost materializing into a translucent sea of ​​magic.

Of course, he would never say this even if he died!

"I killed them all!" Duke's eyes flashed coldly: "Ragnarok, I am bathed in the blood of gods, cursed by the dead gods, and will eventually perish with them!"

Archer had a reason to ask this. As we all know, Heroic Spirits are the beings that heroes have become after their great achievements have become legends and objects of faith. Beings that become Heroic Spirits will be freed from the constraints of time and move to the Seat of Heroic Spirits outside the world. The Servants summoned by the Holy Grail are just copies of the personality and power of the corresponding Heroic Spirit, and are a little inferior to real Heroic Spirits.

Below the flying boat, Duke held a long sword in each hand, with ice and flames constantly interweaving, and the turbulent wind made his black hair flutter.

The scene before him was like a nightmare to Archer. He attacked with all his strength in anger, but failed to defeat the enemy. This was too much to tolerate. He was even injured by the enemy at close range. The glory of the king was trampled upon without a trace.

There was a moment of silence. Not only Archer, but also the Masters and Servants watching from afar were too shocked to speak. Their minds went blank. In a trance, they imagined an old man with white hair and beard who could not bear the suffering of all living beings, and fought against the gods alone, and finally perished with them.

"Such great achievements are truly unimaginable. It is worthwhile for me to meet you in the Holy Grail War." Archer's expression changed, and no one knew what he was thinking. Referring to his legendary stories, one could guess that he also wanted to kill gods.

Take Lancer Diarmuid as an example. The class that suits him best is Saber. He was more famous for his swordsmanship than his two magic spears. Another example is popularity. If Diarmuid is summoned in his hometown, his fame will definitely be no worse than that of Saber, the strongest class.

Rarely, a trace of fear flashed in Archer's eyes. The rejuvenated Duke's speed was far beyond his imagination. In just a short while, he avoided the sweep of the King's Treasure and rushed in front of him.

Made of gold and emeralds, the glorious flying boat that can soar in the sky is also the exclusive throne of the most ancient king - Vimana!

The mercury-fueled solar crystal generates a powerful driving force, allowing it to fly at high speeds regardless of the laws of physics. In addition to its strong maneuverability, it is also equipped with various treasure systems that can deliver powerful blows to enemies in the sky.

“Hoooooooooooooooo——————”

Five dragon heads poked out of the ground, roaring and screaming towards the sky, resounding over Fuyuki City. The terrifying momentum suddenly condensed, and the cold night sky suddenly became extremely heavy, and there was a depressing atmosphere everywhere.

"Let me introduce you to my most proud magic, which should be called magic here... Five Emperor Dragons!!"

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