Dimensional Chat Room

That is, the lightning-like tip of the spear.

That was a sword blade as strong as the wind.

Under the moonlit night, the sound of fighting on Warehouse Street was heavier than steel and more harsh than the ringing of a bell.

The moonlight illuminated the darkness more clearly, and the spear tip and the sword blade crossed each other.

The strong wind blowing in the opposite direction lifted up the cement on the ground like a natural disaster, and every time the swords were exchanged, it sounded like thunder.

In the gap between Saber and Lancer's bodies, flying red flowers bloomed brightly, and then disappeared in the next moment.

Lancer stepped hard on his foot and spun violently. The tip of the red spear drew an arc under the night sky.

Then the yellow short spear spun in his hand, clenched tightly, struck, and stabbed back like electricity.

Lancer used superb skills that completely defied physics and mechanics to make an impossible return shot.

The direct result of this is to shift the battlefield to the far side of the container.

The vibrations of the containers, like being hammered intensively by storm hammers, gradually faded away.

"Well done, Brush. You won't die in this war, I told you."

Ye You in the container looked at the two people moving away, rubbed his ears and said.

At this time, Saber parried forward as if holding a big sword with both hands, deflecting Lancer's attack that violated physics. Then she raised her wrist over her shoulder, and the tip of the transparent holy sword wrapped in the Wind King's barrier was straight. Refers to the enemy.

The sole of her foot stepped suddenly, faster than the flying dust. Before the floor completely shattered, Saber charged in front of Lancer and slashed down with the force of a storm.

With a refined blow, the air was cut open, and the short vacuum caused a crazy influx of air. The strong wind pressure blew Irisviel's silver hair high in the distance.

boom--

blocked.

The raised guns were tilted slightly, using a special technique to remove the power from Saber's sword tips. The floor under Lancer's feet broke in a regular circle, splattering flying dust.

The two of them separated as soon as they touched each other. Saber, who was charging past, stopped and stood between Irisviel and Lancer. They both turned around at the same time.

Saber stared at this man with solemn eyes. He was indeed a fierce warrior with impeccable skills.

Lancer stood on the dusty ruins. His weapon was quite eye-catching. It was a spear about two meters taller than a person.

Among the seven classes, three are located on the "knight" seat: Saber (sword), Archer (bow) and Lancer (spear).

The man in front of me was undoubtedly a Servant with a spear.

But what makes Saber unpredictable is that in addition to the long gun on her shoulder, there is also a short gun in her left hand that is only one-third the length of the other one.

Saber has never seen such a scene before. It is very common to hold two-handed weapons, but it is difficult for weapons with one long and one short to play their original advantages.

Whether it is a long spear or a short spear, everything from the handle to the blade is wrapped in rune-like cloth. This is probably a countermeasure devised to hide the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

"It's finally here. I've been waiting for a long, long time... You are the only one who responds to me."

Lancer naturally refers to unscrupulously revealing the aura of a servant on the street, and Saber is the only one who responds to this challenge.

"Quite a fierce fighting spirit."

Lancer said in a praising tone: "I didn't expect to be able to fight against an opponent like you after death. Although I would rather have a free fight, we can't help ourselves."

Saber agreed with this sentence, and her stern face softened slightly, "We are not fighting for our own honor. You should also give that gun to your Master."

"Ha...that's true."

Saber noticed that he had a relaxed wry smile on his face, and he didn't look like someone who was about to fight on a name-to-name basis.

As the moonlight fell, Saber carefully looked at the servant in front of her. He was a very handsome man.

The facial features are extremely regular, the facial contour is deep, the nose is high, and the sexy lips are lightly pursed, making people feel strict and abstinent, but the melancholy and gentle eyes hide and release his masculine charm without reservation.

It can be described as a "magic appearance".

Especially the mole under the corner of his eye, when he sees his woman, he can't help but be fascinated by her beauty and cannot extricate himself.

But, it's really just because of looks...

Irisviel, who was standing behind Saber, frowned, "Don't you think it's extremely rude to unleash your 'charm' on a married woman?" Lancer! "

Lancer boldly released his charming magic power. If Irisviel, as an android, was not quite resistant to magic, she would have been fascinated by him like an ordinary woman.

Faced with Irisviel's protest, Lancer shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Ah, you said this. I'm really sorry, this is something that can't be helped, it's been a curse since birth. The only one to blame is Blame it on my background, or on you being women.”

The fiery battle seemed to subside suddenly.

"Why don't they fight?"

Patchouli leaned forward and looked through the hole at the two parties who were talking casually on the battlefield.

"It's not easy for an aloof wandering soul to meet another interesting soul. When they feel sympathy for each other, they inevitably talk a lot, which is normal."

Ye You burned the data recorded by the information eye into his brain.

"Then when are we going to go out and beat them?"

The wind pressure as strong as a heavy hammer just now almost deafened Miss Patchouli's eardrums, and now there is still a slight tinnitus.

Patchouli's physical condition is too weak.

So now Miss Witch is very angry and the consequences will be serious.

Saber, Lancer, no one is missing, each of them eats one of my "St. Elmo's Pillars of Fire".

Ye You grabbed the eager witch and said helplessly: "Our most important purpose now is to collect combat data, and fighting is only secondary. If we go out, will they still be able to fight?"

"The one who wants to collect data is 'you', not 'us'." Miss Witch calmly corrected the fallacy in Ye You's words.

"Okay, okay, I'm begging you, please be patient for now, there will be more opportunities in the future. I want to build a model of servant fighting, but the current data alone is not enough."

As a scholar, Patchouli naturally understood Ye You's mood, so she could only nod.

"And the most important thing is, even if we go out, how will we appear? We don't have a Master here. To appear as a servant rashly is equivalent to having an extra person and a rider. In other words, there is still The real Master who has not shown up can use us as a shield to attract the attention of other Masters, while he hides in the dark and reaps the benefits."

This is why Ye You asked Patchouli to analyze the Holy Grail. He must have a master on his side.

The most suitable opportunity for him to show up here is that there is at least one Master on his side who has not yet appeared. Or he has completely mastered the information about the seven Masters in this Holy Grail War.

At this moment, Joan of Arc sent a message,

"Joan of Arc: Master, I seem to have become the Master."