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Chapter Fourteen, Dirumdo's Training

Seeing that Diarmuid was interested in sub-servants, Yagi Sessai took the initiative to chat with him.

Firstly, he himself does not know too much about the sub-servants and will not reveal the secrets. Secondly, he is a male and is not worried about being charmed by Diarmuid.

Seeing how guilty he looked just now, Yagi Xuezai felt a little bit unbearable.

"I see. In other words, the identity of the servant who merged with you is unknown..."

Diarmuid's eyes were fixed on Yagi Xuezai's empty hand. Although the holy sword in his hand should be surrounded by layers of strong winds and could not see its specific shape, Diarmuid's sight seemed to be able to see through it.

The transparent camouflage directly revealed the normal specifications of the weapon.

"It seems like she and I are really destined."

Diarmuid smiled and said: "The servant who merges with you must be an honorable person worthy of the name of a knight. This is the only thing I can guarantee."

Diarmuid smiled, turned the tip of the spear with his right hand, and picked up the red spear with one hand.

This Servant is said to be a Servant who is good at using two spears. He uses two weapons, one long and one short, one red and one yellow, with his left and right hands at the same time. This rare fighting method will make it difficult for the enemy to deal with it.

"How about, if you are not good at fighting, why don't you try to challenge me? As a sub-server, you still need corresponding combat experience, right?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know how to deal with it. Taking a look at the director, she turned her head angrily with a dissatisfied look on her face. It was probably because after arriving at the singular point f, all kinds of things happened that she didn't expect, which made her confused.

Extremely annoyed.

Looking at Martha again, the saint is looking at everyone with a gentle expression. Looking at Senior Yagi again, he looks quite excited. It is understandable that a boy is keen on swords and swords.

Fighting and killing. Finally, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes fell on Mashu and found that this cute companion was looking here with the same troubled expression.

From a rational point of view, Fujimaru Ritsuka is not willing to let everyone consume excess energy here.

However, from a practical point of view, the two sub-servants are not real servants after all and need to be tempered in actual combat. Even Fujimaru Ritsuka understands this - although she learned these basic common sense in jrpg games.

of.

After weighing it up, Fujimaru Ritsuka finally looked at Martha and felt that even if someone was really injured, the saint should have some healing magic to help everyone, right? It's better to take advantage of the opportunity to let everyone experience it.

Give the feeling of fighting.

After all, after listening to Lancer's words just now, there is no way around fighting Servants, so it is better to adapt in advance.

"Then, then, we agree."

As soon as Fujimaru Ritsuka finished speaking, Diarmuid's right hand instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, the red tip of the spear cut through the air, and the flowing light aimed at Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck and clicked it!!

"senior!"

Mashu was startled, and reflexively turned his body sideways, blocking the huge shield in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Boom!

It was an exaggerated metallic clashing sound that made your ears numb.

What followed was an exaggerated tremor from the big shield. His hands were numb from the shock of the red spear. The force was directly transmitted to his shoulders. Matthew shrank his neck in fear, but while his feet were shaking, he still

Hold the shield up with all your strength.

"During battle, the enemy will give priority to attacking our Master."

Diarmuid's voice came from the other side of the shield. Although he couldn't see his face, he could roughly guess his serious expression.

The impact of the shield suddenly disappeared. Diarmuid probably withdrew his weapon. Mashu then breathed a sigh of relief.

Yagi Xuezai's reaction was not slow. As soon as he heard Diarmuid's words, he already understood that the battle was about to begin. He raised his wrist and slashed towards Diarmuid's wrist with a slash.

This attack was done with all his strength. Against such a real hero, Yagi Xuezai knew that he had no room to hold back.

"The timing of counterattack is very important, but more importantly, you must first understand the opponent's Noble Phantasm."

Diarmuid's pointing sounded again.

Mashu subconsciously wanted to take a look, so he slightly stretched his head out of the edge of the shield.

However, before she could look at it, she felt a strong wind coming, accompanied by a dazzling golden light. The strong wind ruffled her short purple hair, and the golden light made it difficult for her to open her eyes.

"The treasure may be a weapon, it may be a technology, it may be a curse, it may be a mount or a summoned object. Different treasures have different effects. If you can't recognize the characteristics of the opponent's treasure, don't attack it rashly!"

Yes, this is the power of Diarmuid's Noble Phantasm.

His Noble Phantasm is permanently activated, the red spear has the effect of cutting off magic power, and the yellow spear has a curse that causes wounds that will not heal.

"?!"

Yagi Xuezhai was shocked. He never thought that he would see the weapon in his hand in this situation and in this way.

It was a sword that gave people a holy aura.

It has the basic shape of a European one-handed sword, with gold and blue beautifully decorating the hilt, and golden light wrapping around the blade, exuding an exaggerated and sacred flavor.

Martha looked at the sword on the side, her expression softened a lot.

Although this sword has no direct connection with her, as a representative of [Holy], she can understand it.

The person chosen by this sword will not be wrong. He must be a follower who is honest, upright and has a good character. And the Yagi whom the upright follower values ​​will not be a treacherous or evil person.

The holy sword in Yagi Xuesai's hand was surrounded by strong winds. Those winds distorted the light in the air, thereby achieving the effect of hiding the sword itself.

However, the moment they clashed with the red gun, the red gun cut off the magic power wrapped around the sword blade. The strong wind that was originally wrapped around the sword blade lost its magical restraint and quickly blew away in all directions.

Seeing his surprise, Diarmuid coughed dryly to signal him to come back to his senses, and then said: "Not only should you pay attention to the enemy's weapons, but you should also pay attention to all possible opportunities."

The two were originally wrestling with their weapons, but now Diarmuid suddenly withdrew his right hand. Yagi Xuezai didn't react for a moment, and his body tilted in the opposite direction in an exaggerated manner. Diarmui took the opportunity to turn the gun and insert the tip of the gun into the ground.

He provided support himself, swept his feet, and hooked Yagi Xuezai's ankle. He was already out of balance, but he tripped and fell to the ground in an even more exaggerated way, falling with a thud.

Thanks to this, the holy sword and the red spear were separated, and the strong wind disappeared. Mashu was finally able to see the scene, and saw Yagi Yusei fell, and Diarmuid was next to him, about to turn the spear point.

Taking courage, Mashu huddled behind his shield, treated his shield as a weapon, and charged towards Diarmuid while shouting meaninglessly.

"Yagi-senpai! Ahhhh!"


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