Chapter 745: Excalibur

"Asshole, I'm going to kill him." Saber gritted his teeth like an irritated lion, his eyes flashed with irresistible anger, and even the dull hair on his head stood straight.
Alice Phil is far more important in Saber's heart than Kirito Eomiya. Not only do the two have a good character, they also have a good understanding of the battle. To Saber, Alice Phil is a noble princess, and she is the knight who guards the princess. Although the relationship between the two is a bit awkward from the perspective of gender, it does not affect the blooming of that holy white flower.
Now that the pure white flowers were thrown on the ground, and were ravaged by an ugly big foot, Saber's anger can be imagined.
As an excellent Berserker loyal to his master, Duke took advantage of the trend to put on an angry face, his magic exploded, and his silver hair danced without wind: "Saber, if you want to kill the old man's Master, you have to pass the old man's level!"
"That's what I meant!" Saber lowered her throat. She was so angry that she couldn't bear it. She held the sword on her side, dragged it out, leaving a shadow like an arrow from the string.
Duke emptied his hands with two epees, one blue and one red, which was the joy of Frostmourne and Fire. The warrior's big sword dancing with both hands, one in each hand, shows the strong arm of the mage.
All A Kings deservedly known as Saber's strongest rank, all attributes are extremely comprehensive, and his agility parameters are only a bit worse than Lancer. When Duke held the sword in both hands, she had already raised the big sword in her hand, carrying a fierce and majestic momentum, and screamed and smashed it down.
Duke set up Frostmourne and slammed into it, the blades collided, sparks splashed, sword aura filled the two of them, cutting the ground into fine grooves.
Saber's furious offensive is like a tide, and the magical power condenses the invisible sword made by the wind, which really has a somewhat confusing visual effect. Duke calculated the length of the sword while observing the number of Saber's swordsmanship. The super fast swing of the sword made the two figures gradually blurred.
The Sword of Contract Victory is a typical Western-style broadsword. Specifically, it is the English broad-edged sword. The two-handed sword pursues slashing and thrusting. It is a very pure man’s cold weapon. The parallel blades, the thicker blade, and the hilt that can be held by two hands can play a role in horse warfare and foot warfare, and it will last for centuries.
The big sword is powerful, but its shortcoming is its slow speed. Although this shortcoming is infinitely reduced by the heroes, Duke's swordsmanship is fast, faster and faster. When the length of the invisible sword was calculated and the focused and weak aspects of swordsmanship were mastered, Saber gradually lost the initial domineering, and she was dragged by the faster and faster pace.
Saber felt the same frustration as Lancer at the moment, and halfway through the move, he had to withdraw his block. After repeated several times, I only felt that I was holding a breath in my chest. There was nowhere to do it, like a string puppet, every move was controlled by Duke.
"Not to mention the difference in speed and power, the key is his swordsmanship...I have no room to fight back."
Saber became more irritable as he fought. After a short stalemate, he was beaten back and forth. It was as if the swordsmanship was seen through, the flaws were caught and beaten, and the advantage could not be exerted at all.
Saber has been able to count how many times his offensive has been interrupted. It is just a mechanical defense with a sword swing, and he can't even do a decent counterattack.
"It's useless, in front of the old man's eyes of true vision, your swordsmanship is full of flaws." Duke waved out the joy of fire, forcing Saber to block with his sword, and then walked away, turning half of his body. Frostmourne followed, sweeping towards Saber's side.
Huh!
The cold light swept away, Saber bent back and avoided, allowing Frostmourne to whizz past his head.
A faint chill passed across the scalp. Although the sword's edge had not yet reached his body, the breath of death that came on his face had already tightened Saber's pores and cold sweat.
Duke didn't give Saber a chance to breathe, his body continued to turn, holding a sword in each hand, using the wizard version of the sword storm. The turbulent sword energy overturned like a violent storm, driving Saber to the edge of death, and the Wind King enchantment covering the long sword trembled continuously and almost collapsed.
"Sure enough, it was suppressed from the front..." Eimiya Kirisu stretched out his hand to block the gust of wind in front of him, his lips moved slightly: "Muya, find a chance to snipe Berserker."
"Understood, the special armor-piercing projectile has been loaded."
Of course Weimiya Kiritugu knew that the sniper rifle was not a threat to followers, but on the battlefield, a single moment was enough to change a lot.
Huh! Huh! Huh
Saber only felt that a fatal crisis was coming, and he had no time to think about it, and immediately released the Wind King Hammer out of the area covered by the Blade Storm. In a daze, she could even feel the tingling sensation of the sword's blade against her cheek, and the dense blades reflected in the eyes, which were the sickle blades of death.
After landing, Saber panted for a while, and there was still a look of fear on her face, and then she saw a strand of blonde hair falling on the ground... the dull hair was cut off.
"hateful!!"
Seeing that the dumb hair, a symbol of honor, was cut off, Saber’s face turned blue and white. She was tired of defending and did not dare to think about it. The afterimage flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly raised her sword to block, as if she was hit by a high-speed train. The long sword in his hand almost dropped.
Then a few sword lights swept across. Although Saber tried his best to dodge, the armor on his body was still scratched, and there were a few more slender blood mouths in the parts without armor.
Behind him is the edge of the building, Saber seems to be standing on the edge of a cliff, there is no way to go back.
At this moment, the figure of Duke approaching with his sword suddenly stagnated, showing indignation, and then looked at Saber apologetically: "Sorry, my lord has given me another order curse. He is attracted by your beauty. Want me to capture you alive."
Saber immediately turned pale with anger, and his sword-holding hands were trembling: "Shameless people, actually insulting the king's reputation!"
But soon Saber realized a question: "Berserker, where does your lord come with so many spells?"
Duke was prepared for this and explained helplessly: "He has snatched the spells of the Master Caster and Lancer, and the last thing he lacks is the spells."
"Damn fellow, don't let him appear in front of me!" Saber gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger, as if to choose someone to eat.
"Saber, catch it! You are not the old man's opponent, and continuing to resist is not just taking your own humiliation. This is detrimental to your dignity of the knight king." Duke kindly persuaded him and quickly followed me... Lancelot thinks you are going crazy.
"Dreaming, even if I die, I won't let that succeed!" Saber's anger continued to soar.
Duke reluctantly raised Frostmourne: "This spell, the old man is also extremely helpless... Then I have to offend."
At this moment, Saber suddenly felt an abnormal movement from his injured wrist, and the cursed wound slowly recovered under its own healing ability.
When the wound healed and no longer affected the action, he could use the Sword of Oath of Victory, but Saber couldn't mention it with a hint of joy, because the disappearance of the curse meant Lancer...dead.
Thinking of the brave figure holding two guns, Saber felt sorry for the other party. Such a brave and good combatant suffered a huge humiliation before his death, which is simply the greatest insult to chivalry.
"Why, did you figure it out!?" Duke asked subconsciously when he saw Saber's breath suddenly change, and a sense of grief came out inexplicably.
Under what circumstances, is Mao Wang so unscrupulous?
Could it be... this world is actually the Battle of the Holy Grail of GalGame?
Bang!
The howling bullet struck through Duke's temple and into the ground, piercing a small smoking hole. Duke's body swayed slightly, and gradually faded away, leaving the afterimage of what was hit.
The real body appeared near the bullet crater, Duke looked in the direction of the bullet, his sharp eyes caught the beautiful shadow on the building not far away, Eimiya Kiritugu’s assistant + tools + lover on the ground-Kuu Mai .
"Is it a serious holy grail or a holy grail that needs to replenish demons... or try it?" Duke's face changed, but after all, he was still a full-fledged Duke, lacking practical ability.
The golden light flourished ~EbookFREE.me~ Behind the scenes, Duke was drawn back to reality. When he turned around, he saw Saber holding up the golden sword with both hands.
The golden brilliance converges from all directions and condenses into a dazzling beam of light that passes through the sky, through the past, present and even the future. All the soldiers who have died on the battlefield have spent their entire lives pursuing their dreams and fulfilling the victory of the glory prayer.
Under this clear brilliance, King Mao's face was extremely solemn, and the combination of the holy sword and the girl was even more sacred. In the next second, she chanted the glory of the sword body in a proud voice.
"Excaliber"
The unlocked victory blossomed, and only golden light remained between the heaven and the earth, because the speed was too fast, giving the feeling of a flood of light rushing.
"Fuck, Xiaolan, you pit me!"
So fast, Duke only had time to utter a word before he was overwhelmed by the roaring golden light...
(End of this chapter)