Connecting to the east of the Seaside Park is a warehouse street. Under the dim lights, the deserted streets have a somewhat supernatural feel. The cranes not far away look like the skeletons of giants. Even if they die, they still remain.
Standing tall.
Compared with the relatively lively seaside park, this place is just right as a fighting place for servants. It is remote enough and wide enough to fully stretch out your hands and feet.
The three cavalry servants maintained a distance of more than ten meters from each other, forming a stable triangle. Unlike a one-on-one battle, the melee of three people tested their fighting skills and consumed their concentration more.
The third servant was wearing slim-fitting green light armor, and the weapons in his hands were particularly eye-catching. They were two guns, one long and one short. There was no doubt about it. And the two guns, from handle to blade, were all written with "
The cloth with the charm was wrapped around it, making it impossible to see the true appearance of the two guns.
Ncer's real name and the power of the two guns in his hands were known, but he was not very worried.
Lancer and Saber were not at an advantage when facing Archer in a wide area, especially since the Archer's close combat skills were not bad.
"It's finally here. I didn't expect that after I called you for so long, you were the only one who dared to respond to my invitation."
Although the Lancer's voice was low, it was clear enough. He did not put on a fighting posture, but carried a long gun and talked, just like old friends meeting each other and chatting about everyday things.
"The melee between Saber, Archer, and the three cavalry servants is really exciting."
"Ncer, he seems to be a very powerful warrior. It is really an honor for me to meet a heroic spirit like you."
Saber didn't talk nonsense, but maintained her fighting posture. Although it was just a small movement, it could be seen that she had experienced many battles and was not incompetent.
"The melee between the three cavalry...haha, it's still very stressful."
Archer let out a hearty laugh. Although he said something about pressure, the bow he had already drawn was undoubtedly aimed at Ncer, and he could unleash a thunderous strike at any time.
"Then let's get started."
The lancer lifted the long gun on his shoulder, rotated his backhand back into a fighting posture, and slowly raised the short gun with his left hand. The two guns seemed to be like outstretched wings, taking a posture before attacking.
a brief moment of silence,
boom--!
The arrows shot by Archer opened the curtain of melee. Ncer did not fight immediately, but unanimously set the target on Archer. As for why he killed Archer first...?
Cutting the shooter first in team fights seems to be an unbreakable truth in every era.
Archer retreated continuously, constantly pulling the bow and arrow in his hand. The arrows and the violent storm suppressed the Ncer who charged towards him. The arrows contained huge power, even the two mounted servants could not underestimate him.
At the same time, Kirshtalia also launched an attack. Although she could not intervene in the battle between the servants, if she could get rid of the woman named Irisviel, it would also relieve some pressure on Archer.
The magic circuit in his legs lit up. His body bowed slightly and he exerted force suddenly. His whole body was shot out like a bullet. At the same time, he launched a magic formula, and light spots like stars appeared behind him.
.
"shapeist leben (the wreckage, give you life)——!"
Facing Kirshtalia, who was attacking her, Irisviel chanted a brief incantation, and the silver threads were criss-crossed, weaving complex three-dimensional objects like rattan handicrafts.
It was a delicate silver craft based on a giant eagle, with ferocious wings, beak, and sharp claws. It was a weapon given life by Irisviel through alchemy.
The Silver Eagle screamed loudly, and the sharp sound was like the collision and friction of metal. It drew a beautiful trajectory in the night sky and launched a counterattack towards Kirshtali.
"Weak magic."
Kirshtalia put her fingers together to form a sword-like gesture. The vacuum blade silently cut across the night sky, cutting the oncoming silver eagle into two pieces. At the same time, the light spots behind her glowed brightly.
Flying out.
Although Irisviel, as an artificial human being, is produced under optimal conditions both physically and mentally, and her magic power is twice that of ordinary people. She may indeed have an advantage compared to ordinary magicians, but Kirshtar
Leah has never been an ordinary magician.
Possessing a talent that even Mikael praised, he is a well-deserved genius of the Clock Tower, and heir to Wodem, a famous magic family that has been passed down for eleven generations. No matter what, Irisviel cannot compare.
The urgently opened defensive barrier was instantly shattered, and the fiery stream of light penetrated Irisviel's body. The white luxurious coat was suddenly riddled with holes. No blood flowed out of the wounds, because under the blazing high temperature,
Flesh and blood are directly carbonized.
The vacuum blade that followed cut open her chest and almost cut her in half, but even with such a fatal injury, Irisviel still did not die. The seriously injured body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, all the injuries were restored to the original state, except of course the damage to the clothes.
"Irisviel——!"
Saber noticed this and shouted subconsciously, but Archer caught her moment of distraction and hit her with a series of arrows. She flew backwards, and the armor woven with magical power was shattered, and the arrows
The arrow penetrated her lower abdomen.
"I'm fine, saber..."
Irisviel gasped for breath, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. If it weren't for Avalon, she might have died. The fear of facing death surpassed everything she had seen.
Seeing that Saber was injured because of her distraction, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to activate the healing magic. However, before the magic could be released, Kirshtalia had already rushed down in front of her, and an unknown weapon appeared in her hand.
The exquisite Western one-handed sword pierced Irisviel's heart like thunder.
When she saw the one-handed sword, Saber's pupils trembled slightly. She recognized the essence of the sword. It was armed with the same level as the holy sword in her hand, a treasure made by the planet, and it seemed to contain
Other mysteries.
Although she didn't know the specific power of this sword, she had a feeling that if Irisviel was stabbed by it, she would die even with Avalon's protection.
But it's too late now. If Irisviel is his master, he can still use the command spell to summon himself to block the sword, but...
Click——
The defensive barrier Kirshtalia set up on his body shattered, and the crystal clear fragments scattered, even the golden rain. The huge impact made him take a few steps back, causing the fire that should have penetrated Alice Fei