The red spear drew a sharp trajectory, and the bright yellow short spear made up for the weakness of the spear. The excellent spearman relied on his extraordinary skills, his two arms spread out like bird wings, and the two spears pointed at Mordred and Yagi.
Xue Zhai attacked at the same time.
At this time, Mordred was fighting with Yagi Yukisai with a fast sword. These two people, who were in similar situations and suffered from the same problem, were attacking each other with high-speed sword strikes. It was obvious that Yagi was at a disadvantage, if not for the magic power released (Shuchi)
With the sudden and strange speed brought about, he might have been defeated by Mordred long ago.
Now from behind, Diarmuid fired his two spears, and the red spear struck Mordred's magic sword full of magic. The red-black thunder collapsed and dissipated in the air due to the stroke of the red spear.
At the same time, the yellow spear stabbed Yagi Xuezai's elbow. Yagi Xuezai was dealing with Mordred at the time. He felt nervous and raised his wrist and elbow to avoid the blow.
The two of them each took a step back, and Diarmuid took the opportunity to rush into the middle of the two of them, attacking both of them simultaneously with weapons in each hand.
The battle situation became more intense due to his breakthrough, and the metal blades made a crisp sound after the collision.
Before a war, there will always be times when you feel uneasy.
Especially Yagi Yukisai.
Although the man didn't say anything, Mordred was still keenly aware of his heartbeat that was about to beat under his calm disguise.
If you think about it carefully, there is a saying in the East: once you gain strength, it will weaken again and again, and finally you will be exhausted.
Before, everyone had really prepared for a surprise attack, ready to solve the problem of singularity in one go.
But what? The result was not satisfactory. Everyone was helpless in the face of the huge sea monster and had to retreat to regroup.
Morale will definitely be damaged.
Mordred has always regarded Yagi Xuezai as one of his few... friends with similar status. Naturally, he would not sit back and let him be disturbed by this anxiety, so he took the initiative to practice his moves with him.
After all, having a good sweat can relieve stress better than anything else - even though the Servant will not sweat due to exercise.
The three of them were having a chaotic fight. Dion, an old woman who happened to be passing by, stood still with interest. She held her chin with one hand and nodded while watching, as if she was observing carefully.
"Dion, are you interested in them?"
Beside her, Queen Mary asked softly.
"Ah... I guess. After all, these are all moves I've never seen before. Moreover, if you watch this kind of battle occasionally, you will really feel that we are not on the same level."
Dion's eyes were fixed on everyone's feet.
The feet of the three of them best reveal their superhuman physiques.
The footsteps of Mordred and Yagi Xuezai were very heavy. Every foot seemed to crush the ground. The turf they stepped on was, without exception, filled with deep grass mixed with grass juice.
It was sunken. And Diarmuid's steps were incredibly light, almost like flying on the grass in the legend.
If we are talking about wrist movement or weapon operation, those technologies can be achieved as long as humans use their best efforts.
However, no matter whether the center of gravity shifts in the step, the step is too light or too heavy, it cannot be changed by hard work.
Just like one person is 2.3 meters tall and the other is 1.5 meters tall, even if these two people learn the same set of swordsmanship, they obviously have different feelings.
Not to mention who is stronger and who is weaker, no 1.5 meter swordsman can become a 2.3 meter tall man through learning, nor can a 2.3 meter tall man shrink to 1.5 meter in height through learning swordsmanship.
The physique of a servant is fundamentally different from that of a human being. On that basis, the moves will become weirder as the physique becomes better.
In the past, the old Dion was able to defeat his younger self entirely because he was too familiar with his own tricks.
There is a word called cunning. At Dion's current age, he has to become cunning.
"If it were Dion and you played, would you win?"
Mozart on the side said, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
"Can't win. I'm only human after all."
There were mixed emotions in Dion's voice. Envy, jealousy, disdain, but also unquenchable joy.
"Can't win..."
Queen Mary muttered and silently closed her mouth. She didn't understand swordsmanship at all, so it was hard to judge.
"Well, it's rare to see it, so let me play with it."
The old Dion was now dressed in male clothes, neat and free. He drew the sword at his waist, and the magical blade glowed slightly with blue light.
"Hey, Chaldea! We're joining here, look at the sword!"
As he spoke, Dion stepped forward and stabbed with a lunge. The bright silver sword tip in his hand poked Mordred's forehead, opening a long gash. Dark red blood spurted out from under the skin and stuck to the golden hair.
, the whole thing is attached to the face.
"Hey! You guy! Okay! Come on! I'll hit as many as you come!"
Mordred has long been addicted to the drug, who cares if Yagi is comfortable now? Anyway, she is holding back and wants to give the three people in front of her a good repair!
For a moment, the weapons of the four people weaved into a gorgeous sword net, and there was a beautiful exchange of swords. The flying silver light was like a silver butterfly.
Queen Mary was stunned for a moment.
Then Mozart sighed heavily and said: "I don't understand warriors! Why bother to fight even though you've already said you can't win?"
Mozart's emotion made Queen Marie smile a little.
"Probably... because I want to do it. I don't care about winning or losing. I just saw such a good competition opportunity and couldn't bear to give up. I want to fight."
"Hey... well, it's not that I can't understand it. As for me, if you have the inspiration to come up with a good piece of music, you must compose it on the spot. If you don't have a piano, you can use the violin, and if you don't have one, just hum with your mouth. Oops, I actually followed.
I really didn’t expect that Dion would have similar thoughts one day.”
Listening to Mozart's sour words, Queen Mary's smile became even stronger.
"Yeah...not because I can do it, but because I want to do it."
Queen Mary felt an impulse surge in her chest.
She couldn't even tell herself what the impulse was.
She heard about Arash's previous sacrifice.
That Persian hero, who has nothing to do with France, is willing to sacrifice his life for this country. What else does he have to fear?
If even France’s own citizens give up saving the country and rely entirely on outsiders, then even if the country is saved, what will be the future?
Although Queen Mary has not sorted out a specific plan or clear ideas, this fragment-like thought has shimmeringly condensed in her chest.
"Hey, Mozart."
"Huh? What's wrong, Maria."
"Can you play a piece of music for me tomorrow?"
She showed a bright smile, the kind of beautiful smile that seemed to eclipse all the treasures in the world.