Chapter 798: My uncle walks across the battlefield, what scene I have never seen

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Lancer let out a violent shout, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, his leg muscles springed up, and his figure rushed to Hercules.
The enemy gave him a good opportunity to go head-to-head, and he was ready to go all out from the beginning, to win the opponent in the shortest time, and then with the momentum of victory, it is not impossible to have one enemy or two.
With a low dive figure, a fast-moving blue electric light, Lancer stabs the spear in his hand when he is more than five meters away from Hercules. In an instant, the distance between the two was already close to one step.
Killing the enemy at the fastest speed is Lancer's skill. The scarlet tip of the gun draws a arc in the air, and Lancer seems to see the death of the enemy being penetrated through the heart.
"Ho ho ho--"
To Lancer’s surprise, in his opinion, Hercules, who was supposed to be a meat-shield tank, suddenly showed agility that was extremely incompatible with his body shape. Only a loud shout was heard in his ear. Hercules was holding The long sword slashed to the top of his forehead.
When the tip of the gun pierced the heart of Hercules, Lancer would also be smashed into his head by the sword, and the ending of the same death was not what he wanted. At the moment of the moment, his luck reached his waist, and he shrank and flashed past.
This guy is fast, probably faster than me!
Lancer sprinted forward following the momentum, secretly in trouble, knowing that if Hercules is not resolved, it might be choking to run tonight. As he was thinking about tactics, suddenly a wind blew behind his ears, and a strong crisis hit his mind.
Almost without even thinking about it, Lancer turned around in an instant, set up his spear and blocked it above his head. Oncoming Hercules was rushing straight, his violent aura was like an unstoppable beast, a high jump, slashing straight down.
boom!
A huge force traveled along the spear into his arm, and then spread to his body, Lancer's feet were directly submerged in the mud. The surrounding ground was even cracked inch by inch, the soil and leaves were flying up, and a large arc-shaped pit with a diameter of five meters was sunken.
Fast speed, strong strength, keen fighting intuition... Where is this guy from the monster?
While the Hercules new force was not born, Lancer hurriedly jumped out of the big pit to avoid it, his gun's arm trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the tip of the gun instantly dropped to the ground.
With a blow that made Lancer doubt his life, Hercules quickly followed up and slashed the past again with his sword. This time, Lancer learned well and stopped head-to-head with Hercules, relying on his agile skills to wander, but soon he was surprised to find that the berserker on the opposite side was first-rate in martial arts, and he was also rare and powerful in the world without his reason. .
Lancer's combat experience is very rich. When speed, strength, and martial arts all can't have the upper hand, he uses flexible tactics to fight against Hercules.
That's right, he just bullied Hercules without thinking!
The speed of the two is superb, and Hercules is the top power. Every time a weapon collides, a dazzling spark will be aroused. The surrounding woods seemed to have been hit by a hurricane. They were destroyed by a powerful destructive force. The trees were broken, large areas of soil were lifted, and the battlefield quickly became cratered.
Cang!
The red spear drew through the brilliant arc, and the tip of the spear hit Hercules' stomach. Lancer was wondering why the opponent didn't dodge when it was completely defensive, so he was shocked by the sweeping sword.
clang! !
Lancer raised his gun to parry, and with a heavy impact, the whole person was brutally shot and flew out. The attack was heavy, Lancer failed to reverse his balance in mid-air, landed with his face on the ground, and glided for ten meters before stopping.
Lancer got up and felt only two heat flowing down, and he reached out and touched it was full of blood.
"Damn, my handsome face, I can rely on it to make a girl." Lancer scolded, in fact, it was him bragging, he had never succeeded in starting a conversation, not even once.
After complaining, Lancer regained his spirit, and Hercules put a lot of pressure on him. Let alone his strength being crushed, the speed he is proud of has also fallen into a disadvantage. Counting the battles during his lifetime, he can't find a few enemies that can make him so embarrassed.
"However, this is called fighting, and it would be boring if it is one-sided." Lancer wiped his nosebleed, his eyes were wary.
Just as he was about to fight Hercules again, his expression suddenly changed, his face looked horrified, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Whoosh!
The red arrow whizzed, Lancer drew sideways in the danger, but didn't want the arrow to shine brightly when it passed by, and it exploded with a loud explosion, making his face confused.
"Cough cough cough..."
Raising the gun to smash the dust around, Lancer looked gray in the direction of the arrow, and saw Hong A walk out with a grimace.
Lancer swallowed, cold sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes: "Four...Four followers!?"
Hearing Lancer's trembling words, Red A felt deeply moved, knowing the kind of helplessness, put away a smug smile, and sympathized: "Pikemen, surrender, you have no chance of winning."
Lancer knows that tonight is more ill-informed, but rather than surrendering, he would rather die on the battlefield, and said stiffly: "Don't laugh, this uncle is going to the battlefield, what scene hasn't been seen? Only four people, I don't care in……"
After making a reservation, he continued: "Speak clearly first, don't say I won't give you a chance, isn't it just a singles, who is the first?"
"Master means to swarm up. If you want to single out, we can also give you this opportunity."
Hearing an unfamiliar voice again, Lancer only felt pain in his heart, and turned his neck stiffly, trying to see who it was, but turned around... TM actually had two followers.
"puff!!"
The speaker was Lancelot, half a position behind Saber, like a loyal guard. Compared to the frustrating Fourth Battle of the Holy Grail, Lancelot was very satisfied with the five battles, and had the opportunity to fight alongside Duan Mao, every minute and every second was worth cherishing.
If there is no white hair that should be cut off, it would be even more perfect!
"Six!?" Lancer had a ghostly expression on his face.
There are only seven followers in the whole Holy Grail battle. You hit me one by six, so don't you want to show your face?
Seeing six servants, tall or short, male or female, surrounded him, Lancer felt that he was full of malicious attacks. There was nothing to beat, and it would be easier to wipe the neck directly.
Lancer was very confident, but he hadn't been arrogant enough to pick six. One Hercules made him tired of parrying, plus the other five... and it would kill him.
What posture do I pose when I die to look more handsome?
Lancer had no thought of fighting, closed his eyes and prepared to wait for death, but the six followers just surrounded him, but none of them killed him.
"Hey, hurry up, it will be hard to wait for death!" Lancer waited for a long time, then began to groan.
No one paid any attention to Lancer, they each occupied a position, locking all his possible space for action, until Duke came with the two maids, and then gave way.
Lancer heard the rustle of stepping on the leaves, quietly opened one eye, and saw two beautiful maids...no, I saw Duke in front of the two maids.
The distance was very close, Lancer calculated that it happened to be within the range of his spear, and he could remove Duke's heart in a blink of an eye.
However, Lancer always felt that Duke was weird. Looking directly at those eyes made him feel uneasy. Even if the gun was stabbed, there was a chance that he would return without success.
Duke said directly: "Ku Chulin, who came to this Holy Grail battle as Lancer, I admire your bravery, think about it, and be my servant!"
Red A: "..."
Why do others are followers, as long as I am a running dog, just tell me, do you have any opinion on me?
"You can see through my real name. I think you are not an ordinary magician. But..." Lancer sneered and raised his head proudly: "Don't talk nonsense, kill if you want, don't humiliate me!"
Duke nodded, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Hercules, tell him the attitude he should have when talking to his master."
Hercules! ?
Lancer realized that Berserker was a great hero in Greek mythology. It is no wonder that he is so powerful and able to fight against such a strong man. This time the Holy Grail battle is not in vain.
However, even if your lineup is extremely strong, I will not succumb. I will not wrinkle my brows if I use any tricks quickly.
Lancer thought of this, his eyes became more determined, and he did not resist, and greeted death calmly, and then he felt his ankle tighten, and the whole person was lifted upside down by Hercules.
"Huh!?"
This...what is this for?
Lancer had a bad premonition. The next second, the earth revolved and the sky was spinning, and the wind blew up. The wind blew his nose and tears, and the world in his eyes quickly rotated.
Turn faster and faster! Turn faster and faster!
"Ahhhh----"
The tragic screams rang out in the mountains and forests. When the decibels broke through the highest pitch, they were broken by the strong wind, and finally turned into intermittent howls of ghosts and wolves, and faint sobbing.
The unyielding loyal men were humiliated by the mob. Seeing such a tragic scene, all the servants present had grievances... it is strange. They watched Hercules dance into a big windmill with peace of mind, and commented after a while to make Hercules faster.
Hercules seems to have gotten a handy toy~EbookFREE.me~ Smiles like a 300KG gay, hooting and running around circles, and from time to time he slams Lancer into the tree.
Saber frowned and watched this scene, trying to persuade Duke to give Lancer a good time, only to raise his foot and put it back. Because Lancelot silently took out a bag of potato chips from behind, tore it open and handed it in front of her.
"Ahhhh----"
Dumbao shook and shook, and the screams faded away. Saber took the potato chips and began to calm down in his own world.
For loyal men or something, Saber has seen too much, one more and one less is harmless. At the moment, potato chips are more important and must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the tragedy of small cookies must not be repeated!
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