Swish! The sword energy swept past, and a flash of white light appeared, and the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid was cut into a smooth fracture again.

The low temperature caused mercury to be unable to continue to exist as a liquid, and Kenneth had to increase his magic output to maintain its physical form, even though this forcibly maintained state could not bring out the offensive and defensive advantages of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

Sora, who had been doing nothing, felt the freezing cold invade his body, his teeth chattering, and he subconsciously used fire magic. The flame created purely by magic power only flew half the distance before it was cooled and dissipated, not even touching the corner of Duke's clothes.

Kenneth protected Sora behind him. He knew that if he didn't do something, the Holy Grail War would end here. He was a first-class magician and shouldn't have lost his composure due to negative emotions, especially in a life-or-death crisis, when calmness was more important than anything else. But he had lived a smooth life in the first half of his life. How could he fight back in adversity... He had never even experienced adversity, so how could he stay calm?

Duke walked forward slowly with a sword in hand. Every step he took seemed to be carefully calculated, and the distance between his steps was exactly the same, which put more pressure on Kenneth.

"Kenneth something or other, aren't you the elite of the Clock Tower? Why are you performing so poorly?" Duke swung his sword continuously, chopping the mercury gushing out from the front into pieces.

Kenneth blushed when he heard this. Duke's sarcastic expression, "What's wrong with you, little brother?" was like the ice around him, eating away at his pride. The anger in his heart was directed at Duke, himself, Lancer, and Weber. This was not the Holy Grail War he wanted.

The lightning attacks poured down on each other, dense sparks burst out in the air, and the airflows generated by the swinging of weapons collided and dissipated, forming a strong air pressure that swept in all directions. Criss-crossing cutting marks appeared on the ground, walls, and other places around, and the ceiling was directly blown away, the roof was pierced, revealing the bright afternoon sun.

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"It looks like I won this battle." Duke looked down at the extremely weak Lancer.

Sora behind Kayneth turned pale. She was responsible for providing Lancer's magic power, and the short burst almost drained her. But women in love are crazy. She bit her tongue and endured the dizzy suffocation.

As the continuous sound of breaking through the air rang out like thunder, the figures of the two people faded and became extremely blurred. It was a manifestation of the extreme speed.

In the center of the battlefield, Lancer wielded two magic spears, one long and one short, with lightning speed, displaying his top-level spear skills and fighting fiercely with Duke.

After that, Duke used Life Return again, manipulated his facial muscles and hair, and transformed into Gandalf's handsome old face.

What kind of ability is this, and what is the enemy's class? Lancer analyzed that the enemy has the ability to deprive others of their Noble Phantasms, but which historical figure was it, even King Daimao didn't recognize it, let alone him.

The red spear flashed and pierced through the air in the blink of an eye, appearing in front of Duke. Duke, who was well prepared, did not raise his sword to block, but grabbed the spear like Lancelot. The tip of the spear was extremely sharp, but he could not move any further.

Duke exclaimed in admiration: "As expected of Diarmuid, your intuition is really sharp. You discovered my dual-wielding Berserker Gandalf even though I hid so deep."

Clang! The tip of the spear stopped in mid-air. Duke's sword blocked Lancer's attack path without him noticing. He was three points faster than Lancer.

Lancer suddenly felt like he was about to kneel down. He was not fast or strong enough, and his enemy was probably more experienced than him. Today might be his last day in the Holy Grail War. "What a joke! How can you fall down here!" Lancer shouted with all his might. A huge amount of magic power came out of his body, and the muscles in his arms swelled. He pulled out the red magic-breaking gun from Duke's hand in one go.

Under Lancer's horrified gaze, blood-colored lines spread from Lancelot's palm, corroding the doomed yellow rose like a virus, causing him to gradually lose control of the treasure.

Is this person really the Master? Lancer subconsciously denied it, preferring to believe that Duke was a Servant. If he was really the Master, it would be too terrifying.

Kenneth held his fiancée's arm with concern, his eyes full of concern and self-blame: "Sora, are you okay?"

Lancer took a deep breath. Just from this one move, he could tell that the enemy had unparalleled close combat experience. His eyesight and arm strength were second to none among all the enemies he had ever encountered in his life.

Lancelot, who was watching the battle, was shocked. Lancer's martial arts were comparable to his, but he was defeated by his own master in a head-on battle. Doesn't that mean that he wouldn't be much better if he were in his place?

Buzz!!! High concentrations of magic power gathered in his palm. Duke lifted Lancer's head and detonated the compressed magic power, creating a face-burning attack comparable to high explosives.

"Master, be careful!" Lancelot was shocked, but Lancer was closer to Duke than him, so he had to remind him loudly.

Damn it, where on earth did these monsters come from, one after another...

Lancer's figure faded, and Lancelot thrust out his sword, passing through the shadow. Almost at the same time, Lancer crossed the space and appeared between Duke and Kenneth, shaking the yellow rose in his hand, leaning forward and rushing towards Duke.

Sora shook his head stupidly and replied in a slightly dry voice: "It's okay, I feel very comfortable... I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"hiss--"

The crisp sound of metal colliding continued, and Lancer was almost vomiting blood. No matter from which angle he fired, how he changed the rhythm of the battle, or how his shooting skills changed, the monsters on the opposite side could always interrupt his offensive at the first opportunity. So even though the battle scene was going back and forth, he was actually being suppressed and couldn't raise his head.

The difference in mentality seriously affected Lancer's performance. The more anxious he was, the more he couldn't break through Lancelot's blockade. A vicious cycle was created, and Lancelot found the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

Boom! Lancer was kicked away by a powerful kick, and his whole body crashed into the ice-covered wall, with half of his body embedded in it. Just as he got up, his vision went black again, and Duke, who had caught up with him to finish him off, pinned him down.

This feeling... no, this fighting style is so familiar! Lancer thought of the invincible figure sitting on the dragon's back that night, and his breath suddenly became chaotic. Knowing that he had exposed a flaw, he quickly raised his gun in front of him. With a flash of afterimage in his eyes, Lancer felt a heavy blow to the abdomen, and was kicked out backwards.

Lancer laughed bitterly: "Don't pretend, this feeling of being seen through is not wrong, you are not a Master, you are the Berserker Gandalf!"

Unfortunately, as a lucky E, Duke had already informed him of the information about the magic spear. No matter how Lancer sold his flaws to lure the enemy and attacked with injuries, Lancelot remained as steady as a dog, without any idea of ​​rushing for success.

Unfortunately, in order to protect Sora, Kenneth was blown away by the air flow, and both of them fainted while holding his fiancée.

"As expected, you are the master." Lancer's eyes lit up when he heard that. He quickened his sprint and the red Demon-Breaking Spear stabbed out like a snake. As long as he could capture Duke, he would be able to turn defeat into victory.

On the other side, Lancer sensed that his master was in danger, and he burst out with a speed beyond his limit, suppressing Lancelot in close combat. The two spears swept like the wind, transforming into countless phantoms, and the annihilated Huang Qiangwei made a series of moves, intending to leave an everlasting curse on Lancelot.

Lancer was agile and experienced in combat, so the wound was not deep, but his body inevitably stagnated for a moment. Before he could retract the deadly Yellow Rose, Lancelot grabbed the gun barrel.

"It was so dangerous, I almost got killed by you!" Duke looked relaxed, his arm holding the gun didn't move at all. In contrast, Lancer's face was flushed from his efforts. The strength of the two was completely not on the same level.

Having a Master who is more powerful than himself, Lancelot felt a little disappointed, but mostly ecstatic: "In this way, this Holy Grail War will definitely belong to the Master, and I will also have the opportunity to make a wish to the Holy Grail and let the King grant me punishment."

"Lancer, come back to me as quickly as possible!" Just when Lancer and Lancelot were in a stalemate, Kenneth finally gave the order in the name of the Command Spell.

Lancer made a prompt decision. Since he was not strong enough, he would use his own advantage of agility to win. He took a step forward and stabbed Duke's ribs with the Yellow Rose from bottom to top.

Lancer's smile became even more miserable: "I knew it..."

Duke showed the back of his hand, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it, revealing a blood-red Command Spell: "You are only half right. It is true that I am Gandalf, but I am not a Berserker."

Lancer stared at the bright red Command Seal in amazement, his pupils shrank into needle points, and he did not hear a single word Duke said afterwards.

"You are actually the Master, how could you be the Master?" Lancer's mind went blank.

(End of this chapter)