Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

"Today's strategy is a complete failure!"

Weber sat on the ground, cleaning up his losses bit by bit, "The consumption of spells and mana is not much, and the dress is not damaged, so there is no need to repair it, and the rider runs away very quickly under the blessing of the command spell, which makes me There is plenty of time to erase the traces."

Having said that, Weber sighed helplessly.

"However, judging from the strategic results, the plan to install the familiar has not been achieved. We still can only wait for the outbreak of the battle to observe the situation. Roland's caster's real name and power are not clear at all, but our treasures and intelligence are also unclear. A lot has been exposed, and a precious Command Seal has been lost so quickly."

"Hey, it's okay." Alexander sat on the chair, swayed his legs, put the "Iliad" bought from the bookstore today on his knees, and flipped through it with great interest.

"A good adventure will not start so smoothly. The important thing is whether you have the courage and determination to persevere."

"It's really an irrefutable truth," Weber squinted, glanced at Alexander's leisurely look, and got angry.

"Speaking of which, you are clearly the legendary King of Conquerors, but you don't have any ambitions at all. Shouldn't you be eager to conquer a treasure like the Holy Grail?"

When it came to the topic, Alexander finally looked away from the book and exchanged glances with Weber.

"The Holy Grail?"

"As an adult, I will definitely be like what you said, but now I'm just a young king. With this posture, I don't want so much."

"In the end, I don't have a wish for the Holy Grail in this posture. If I have to have one, it is to go on an adventure with you, Master."

"What kind of strange wish is this?" Weber looked at the empty ceiling, and suddenly realized that it seemed a little stupider to bet his name to participate in the war just to prove his ability.

"Ahem," thinking of this, Weber hastily coughed a few times, and changed the subject. Relying on the authority of the master, regardless of Alexander's objection, he grabbed the book and said in a serious tone: "That's what it says , but whether we wish or not, we have already participated in the Holy Grail War, and we must be more passionate."

"Think about it, most of the participants came here for their wishes, and they have all made up their minds to get the Holy Grail regardless of good or evil, or means."

"The reason why they ran away so smoothly during the day is because of the principle of concealing mystery and the fact that the war is not yet officially started, the other combinations are restrained."

"ah……"

Alexander nodded, echoing Weber.

The appearance of this obedient student greatly satisfied Weber's vanity. In front of Roland, he should usually be the one who made such an expression.

"So, you must be careful," Weber pretended to look outside the house, "You see, although we are in the magic workshop, even if someone rushed into this room and attacked us at this moment, I would not would be surprised."

"Obsession is such a terrible thing..."

Before Weber's lecture was over, Alexander raised his head awe-inspiringly, grabbed Weber's collar, and threw Weber backward like he was grabbing a chicken.

"Master, protect yourself, there are enemies coming!"

Before Alexander finished speaking, the crimson flash was like a rampaging tank, destroying the wall with all its might, and then, the crimson great sword slammed down towards the rider like a thunderbolt!

In Alexander's view, rather than saying that the slash is a sword technique, it is better to use the metaphor of a sledgehammer falling down. The oppressive feeling of this wind pressure is like a meteorite falling from the sky, with the violence of destroying everything feel.

The slash of the blade whipped up a violent storm in the air,

Even though Alexander had strengthened his body with the Thunder of Zeus, he was crushed into a heavy pit by this blow.

The billowing smoke and explosion brought Wei Bo back to reality. Having already experienced a battle, he was not in a daze, but just looked back at the assailant.

There is no doubt that it is one person. Normally speaking, when Heroic Spirits fight, it is normal for magicians to hide.

In the bright moonlight, a petite silver-white figure was holding a blood-red sword, showing the whole picture.

She was wrapped in the same ferocious full body armor intertwined with red and silver, and wielded the big sword full of bloody smell effortlessly with one hand.

But as the master, Weber couldn't see any information or parameters, and this abnormality didn't interfere with his judgment.

Because this kind of anti-magic power that can easily wield a force that is as tall as him and completely ignore the magic workshop's self-attacking formula is the proof of a hero.

"Rider! Be careful, this guy is probably Saber!"

Seeing that Alexander was easily suppressed after being strengthened with a treasure, Alexander, who knew the parameters of his followers, made a judgment, and after giving the final advice, he ran away desperately.

Even though he had joined the battle on the first day, he was constantly being attacked. Even if he knew that this was the rule of the Holy Grail War, the first to show up was always easy to be targeted, but Weber still couldn't restrain the wailing in his heart.

"Unfortunate!!!"

"—Huh? Although I know you guys are good at hiding, I didn't expect you to run so fast. The only thing worthy of praise is your vision."

Through the helmet, Mordred looked at the rider in front of him with a dull voice, as if the fleeing Weber didn't deserve her attention at all.

"However, that's what it should be. After all, the opponent is me. However, it's really boring to defeat a weak rider like you in the first battle."

Mordred's arrogant tone was full of natural self-confidence, as if he was not facing a hero from another era, but a miscellaneous fish that could be killed at any time.

But Alexander couldn't refute it. One fight was enough to judge the gap between the two. With such powerful parameters and strength, it was only natural that the opponent would be so arrogant.

"The battle with the servant is left to you. I will deal with the master of the opponent. Let me see your power, Berserker."

"oh!"

Berserker put the big sword on his shoulder casually, and said fiercely to Alexander, who was waiting in full force, "I've been here for a long time, so let's make a big fuss!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the sprinting Weber failed to notice that black sightworms were quietly catching his figure.

Hiding in the darkness, Matou Kariya put on his hood again, ready to start hunting.

Originally, before the battle with Tokiomi, he had to determine the strength of the Berserker. Now that he bumped into Weber, it would be even better. He knew the opponent, and he seemed to have a good relationship with Lord Roland.

In order to avoid this guy's confrontation with Lord Roland in the end, let him be the villain and deal with the other party in advance.

Accompanied by the sound of insects, Matou Kariya gave the order.

"Tonight, let the rider team exit."