Lancer roared, stomped his feet on the ground, and his leg muscles stretched out like springs, and he rushed in front of Hercules.

The enemy gave him a good opportunity for a one-on-one duel, and he was prepared to go all out from the beginning and defeat his opponent in the shortest possible time. By then, with the momentum of victory, it would not be impossible for him to fight two enemies alone.

With his body lowered and diving, as swift as a flash of blue lightning, Lancer suddenly thrust out the spear in his hand when he was still more than five meters away from Hercules. In the short moment from when he raised his hand to when he drew the spear, the distance between the two had been reduced to only one step.

Killing the enemy at the fastest speed is Lancer's forte. The scarlet tip of the gun draws a bloody arc in the air, and Lancer seems to see the enemy's death by being pierced through the heart.

“Roar, roar, roar—”

To Lancer's surprise, Hercules, who he thought was supposed to be a meat shield tank, suddenly displayed agility that was extremely inconsistent with his body size. He only heard a loud shout, and the long sword in Hercules' hand swung above his forehead.

When the tip of the spear pierced Hercules' heart, Lancer's head would also be smashed by the sword. He did not want to die together with his enemies. At the critical moment, he transferred his strength to his waist, shrank his body and dodged.

"Damn it, my handsome face, I rely on it to pick up girls." Lancer cursed, but in fact he was just bragging, he had never been successful in picking up girls, not even once.

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Lancer heard the rustling sound of leaves, quietly opened one eye, and saw Duke in front of the two beautiful maids... No, he saw Duke in front of the two maids.

Lancer raised his gun to block, and with a heavy crash, he was knocked away by the brute force. The blow was so powerful that Lancer was unable to change his balance in mid-air, and landed on his face, sliding for more than ten meters before stopping.

This...what is this for?

That’s right, he just bullied Hercules because he had no brains!

Lancer knew that he would be in danger tonight, but he would rather die on the battlefield than surrender. He said stubbornly, "Don't be ridiculous. I've been on the battlefield for a long time. What kind of scene have I not seen? There are only four people. I don't care..."

After complaining, Lancer regained his spirits. Hercules put a lot of pressure on him. Not to mention that his strength was crushed, his speed, which he was proud of, was also at a disadvantage. Counting the battles in his life, there were few enemies that could make him so embarrassed.

Lancer suddenly realized that Berserker was a great hero in Greek mythology. No wonder he was so powerful. It was worth the Holy Grail War to be able to fight against such a strong man.

The person who spoke was Lancelot, who was half a body length behind Saber, like a loyal guard. Compared to the terrible Fourth Holy Grail War, Lancelot was very satisfied with the Fifth War. He had the opportunity to fight side by side with Dai Mao, and every minute and every second was worth cherishing.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice again, Lancer felt a pain in his heart. He turned his neck stiffly, wanting to see who it was. But when he turned around... there were actually two more Servants. "Puff!"

However, even if your lineup is extremely powerful, I will not surrender. Use whatever moves you have, and I won't even frown.

There are only seven Servants in the entire Holy Grail War, and you six are fighting me alone. Do you have any shame? Seeing six tall and short, male and female Servants surrounding him, Lancer felt full of malice. What's the point of fighting? It's easier to just kill them.

Clang! The red spear drew a brilliant arc of light, and the tip of the spear hit Hercules' abdomen. Lancer was wondering why the opponent did not dodge when he could have defended himself completely, but he was frightened by the sweeping sword and his hair stood on end.

Why are all the others servants, but I am just a lackey? Just tell me, do you have any opinion about me? "You actually saw through my real name, I guess you are not an ordinary magician. But..." Lancer sneered, raised his head and said proudly: "Stop talking nonsense, kill me if you want, don't humiliate me!"

Fast speed, great strength, sharp combat instincts...where did this guy come from?

The loyal and righteous man who swore to die was humiliated by the mob. Seeing such a miserable scene, the servants present all felt sympathetic... No wonder. They watched Hercules' arms dance into a windmill with peace of mind, and commented from time to time, asking Hercules to go faster.

This guy is very fast, probably faster than me!

Lancer had a bad premonition. The next second, the ground spun and the sky spun. A strong wind suddenly blew up, making his nose run and tears flow. The world in his eyes spun rapidly.

It would be even more perfect if there were no white hair that needed to be cut off! "Six!?" Lancer looked as if he had seen a ghost.

A heart-wrenching scream rang out in the forest. When the decibel level reached a peak, the strong wind blew into the mouth, causing the sound to break. Finally, it turned into intermittent howling of ghosts and wolves, as well as faint sobbing.

Hercules seemed to have found a handy toy, grinning like a 300KG gay, running around in circles, and swinging Lancer into a tree from time to time.

Raising his gun to clear the dust around him, Lancer looked in the direction where the arrow came from, and saw Red A walking out with a smug look on his face.

Duke spoke directly: "Cu Chulainn, who came to this Holy Grail War as a Lancer, I admire your bravery. Consider becoming my Servant!"

Lancer is very experienced in combat. When he loses the upper hand in terms of speed, strength, and martial arts, he uses flexible and changeable tactics to fight against Hercules.

clang!!

Duke nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Hercules, tell him the right attitude when talking to the master."

The blow made Lancer doubt his life, and Hercules quickly followed up and swung his sword again. This time, Lancer learned his lesson and no longer fought Hercules head-on. He relied on his agility to keep moving around, but he was surprised to find that the berserker on the opposite side was first-class in martial arts, and was also extremely powerful even when he lost his mind.

Hearing Lancer's trembling words, Red A felt exactly what he felt, knowing the helplessness. He put away his smug smile and said sympathetically, "Lancer, surrender. You have no chance of winning."

What kind of pose should I strike when I die so that I will look more handsome? Lancer lost the will to fight and closed his eyes, ready to die. However, the six servants just surrounded him, but none of them killed him.

However, Lancer always felt that there was something strange about Duke. Looking directly into those eyes made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart. Even if he stabbed out with the gun, there was an 80% chance that it would fail.

After a pause, he continued, "Let me make this clear first. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. It's just a one-on-one duel. Who's going first?"

Saber frowned as she watched this scene, wanting to persuade Duke to give Lancer a quick death, but she just raised her foot and then retracted it again. This was because Lancelot silently took out a bag of potato chips from his back, tore it open, and handed it to her.

When Lancer got up, he felt two hot streams flowing down his body, and when he touched it, he found it was all blood.

Lancer swallowed, sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes: "Four...four servants!?"

Just as he was about to fight Hercules again, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked horrified, as if he had seen some horrifying scene.

The two were extremely fast, and Hercules was extremely powerful. Every time their weapons collided, dazzling sparks would be set off. The surrounding woods were like being hit by a hurricane, destroyed by the powerful destructive force, with trees broken and large tracts of soil lifted up. The battlefield soon became bumpy.

“Huh!?”

No one paid any attention to Lancer. They each took a position, blocking all possible space for him to move, until Duke came with two maids and made way for them.

Lancer was very confident, but not arrogant enough to take on six people alone. One Hercules was enough for him to handle, and with the other five... the conversation was over.

Hercules!?

While Hercules was still trying to regain his strength, Lancer quickly jumped out of the pit and avoided him. His arm holding the gun was shaking slightly, and when he looked again, he saw that his knuckles were cracked, and blood was dripping onto the ground from the tip of the gun.

"Hey, hurry up, waiting to die is so painful!" Lancer waited for a long time and started to complain.

It’s spinning faster and faster! It’s spinning faster and faster! “Ahhhh————”

Lancer thought so, his eyes became more determined, and then his spear was taken away by Hercules and thrown on the ground. Lancer did not resist, and calmly welcomed death, and then he felt his ankle tighten, and the whole person was lifted upside down by Hercules.

"Master means to attack in a swarm. If you want to fight one-on-one, we can give you that opportunity."

"But this is what we call a battle. It would be meaningless if it was one-sided." Lancer wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Without even thinking, Lancer turned around and held up his spear to block above his head. Hercules rushed towards him, his violent momentum like an unstoppable beast, leaping high and slashing straight down.

“Cough cough cough…”

Whoosh! The red arrow whizzed towards him, and Lancer dodged to the side in danger, but he didn't expect that the arrow suddenly shone brightly at the moment it passed by him, and exploded with a bang, covering his face.

The distance was very close. Lancer calculated that it was just within the attack range of his spear. In just a blink of an eye, he could take out Duke's heart.

Boom! The huge force passed through the spear into his arm and then spread to his whole body. Lancer's feet sank directly into the mud. The surrounding ground was cracked inch by inch, and the mud and leaves flew into the air, forming a large arc-shaped pit with a diameter of five meters.

Lancer rushed forward with the momentum, thinking that he was in trouble. He knew that if he didn't deal with Hercules, he would have a hard time escaping tonight. Just as he was thinking about tactics, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his ears, and a strong sense of crisis struck his heart.

“Ahhhh——”

Dai Mao swayed and shook, and the screams gradually faded away. Saber took the potato chips and began to sink into her own world.

Saber had seen too many loyal men, one more or one less would not be a big deal. Right now, the potato chips were more important, and they had to be eliminated as soon as possible. The tragedy of the biscuits could not be repeated!

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