"—If you want to hate, hate your own stupidity!"
While speaking, Lancer's offensive escalated further, it had already surpassed the level of violent storm and turned into a flash of light.
The red flash and pure speed deflected the rider's sickle in the blink of an eye and hit the rider's throat directly.
The sickle blade cannot keep up with the speed of the magic spear, and Rider is not wearing armor, so it seems that he has no way out.
However, the reality is not so.
The red light aimed at the vital points was blocked by another silver flash.
A small, silver weapon that looks like both a dagger and a spike. The end of the spike is connected to a long chain of the same material.
Now, the chain was biting back at Lancer's arm along the scarlet magic spear that was blocked by the spikes.
"It's a rare weapon."
Lancer looked at Rider's new weapon and pulled out the magic spear from the entanglement of chains.
Rider remained silent as usual as he connected a section of the chain to the sickle.
It is not a simple fix, but a direct change in the shape of the weapon.
The long handle of the sickle blade was slightly shortened, and the curvature and length of the sickle blade also changed. If the sickle blade was a crescent before, the current sickle blade is closer to the huge sickle held by the legendary god of death.
The most noticeable change is the color of the weapon. The dark handle, silver blade and chain are all dyed dark purple, which is both the color of Rider's hair and the color of her magic.
Although a lot of words were used to describe it, only a short time had passed. Lancer had just finished speaking when Rider had already finished assembling the weapon.
"You don't think you can defeat me with this, do you?"
The new chain sickle blade did not change Lancer's attitude. For a warrior of his level, as long as the opponents were not at the same level, changes in weapons in the conventional sense would not have any impact at all.
"For the sake of your new weapon, I'll give you one last chance. Mount your horse, or else—"
Before Lancer could finish his words, Rider had already made his attitude clear by pointing his sickle at Lancer's nose.
"Tsk, I thought you were a sensible guy, it seems I was wrong - then you go to hell, rider!"
As if he had lost interest in Rider, Lancer burst out with unprecedented murderous intent.
And Rider pushed down his blindfold as if stimulated.
The speed of the magic spear, which already made it difficult for people to survive, increased even more.
The newly born chain sickle blade also emitted a strange purple light.
The mutual probing is over, and next comes the crucial moment for the two servants to decide the victory or defeat.
No, it's not just about winning or losing, it could also be about life or death.
Just before the magic spear and sickle blade collided again, the murderous aura on Lancer suddenly disappeared, and Rider's movements also stopped at the same time.
"Who is it?"
As if frightened by the sudden shout, there were sporadic footsteps coming from the corner, and a figure in a brown uniform could be vaguely seen.
Are you a student of this middle school
Lancer remembered seeing similar uniforms when he and his master were scouting the terrain in the evening.
But this has nothing to do with him. The first principle of the Holy Grail War is secrecy. If there are irrelevant witnesses, they must be dealt with.
For Lancer, the best way to deal with it is to kill it. Although there are reasons that I was too focused and didn't pay attention to my surroundings, the enemy is a servant after all, and I can't help but devote my full attention.
The blue spearman stomped his feet hard on the ground and burst out at maximum speed. Even the rider was shocked by this speed.
In this state, a distance of dozens of meters passes in a flash.
With his beast-like perception, Lancer found the peeping student in the academy's stadium.
He was hiding behind a pile of boxes, shivering, perhaps thinking that he could escape this way.
But, he was too naive. Such a crude concealment would not be hidden even by ordinary soldiers, let alone a combat expert like him.
"The game of soldiers catching robbers is over."
The gun-carrying Lancer took a few seconds to go behind the stacked boxes.
"Oh, you don't think you can get away with this."
The student's face turned pale in an instant, his wide eyes revealed great fear, his body trembled and he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Seeing this, Lancer lost the desire to tease him.
"You know better than anyone that you can't escape, right? The defeated party always gains. That's the way it is. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
With a whoosh.
Blue naturally raised the gun and stabbed the student's heart without mercy or emotion.
"You're out of luck, kid. Now that you've been seen, I'll have no choice but to ask you to go—"
He couldn't continue speaking. The red magic spear that should have pierced the student's heart was firmly grasped by the student's left hand, which was overflowing with golden light.
"What are you asking me to do?"
At this moment, the student's body stopped shaking, and his pupils and complexion returned to normal.
"you... "
"Me what?"
Lancer instinctively felt something was wrong and tried to pull out his gun, but the student was unexpectedly strong and he couldn't pull it out at all.
"Who are you anyway?"
Although it was only one hand, this force was definitely not something that ordinary people could withstand.
"You will soon learn who I am, Cuchulainn, the great hero of Ulster."
With his free right hand, he drew a rune in the air, and then rows of neatly arranged runes appeared under Lancer's feet. Lancer recognized these words and the effects they formed.
"Rune? This is... not good!"
When they recognized the technique, it had already been activated, and the ground around the two of them and the boxes behind them suddenly exploded.
Immediately afterwards, Cu Chulainn's figure flew backwards and slid directly on the ground for more than ten meters.
If it weren't for the explosion, Lancer has C-rank anti-magic power, and an explosion of this level would not be able to cause him any harm.
However, from the moment he identified Rune to the moment the explosion occurred, Lancer was distracted for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the student who was supposed to be killed snatched his magic gun and shot him away with a backhand shot.
After being tricked like this, the already hot-tempered Lancer suddenly became furious, and the cold murderous aura made the cold wind of the winter night even more biting.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
"I told you, didn't I? You'll know it soon - but before that, I'd like to say that my luck is definitely better than yours, Lucky E."
"Huh? What does it have to do with my lucky E?"
"Forget it. I can't explain it to you clearly. Just watch it."
The student with dark blue hair and dark blue eyes said this, holding the gun in his left hand and wiping the tip of the gun with his right hand, bringing out a streak of bright red blood.
The tip of the spear pierced the ground, and a circular spell with a diameter of more than two meters emerged in front of the magic spear.
Along with the ritual, there was also a dazzling light.
In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind and clouds rolled.
Seeing this scene and feeling the aura connected to the Throne of Heroes, Lancer had no idea what this strange student was trying to do.
"This is a Servant Summons, you want to use my gun as a catalyst!!!"
"That's right. Come on, let's see if she will respond to my call."
Along with the student's voice, it appeared like magic.
In the dazzling light, "she" appeared.
Flaming hair, flaming eyes, a face that exudes demonic beauty, and a slender body that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.
Everything is so familiar.
"You must be kidding me, how could she..."
Cu Chulainn's eyes widened, his body trembled, and his expression was exactly the same as the student who was "scared" by him a few minutes ago.
The student, on the other hand, showed an extremely enthusiastic expression and laughed out loud.
"Hahahaha, I succeeded. I succeeded. You responded to my call."
Laughing, the student stretched out his hand and pulled out the spear that served as a catalyst, and stabbed at "her" standing in the light with amazing momentum.
"I want to see you, I really want to see you, Master!"
PS: I have finally written this section. It has been a long process. There must be many book lovers who have been waiting anxiously. Because there are too many things I want to write, I have unconsciously written it a bit long. If you feel it is procrastinated and watery, please forgive me. I will try my best to write a good story and hope that you will continue to support me.
PS2: La la la, today is Jian Shao’s birthday, please give me some rewards.