"Changshan's Zhao Zilong. Join the battle!"
Zhao Zilong immediately announced his name.
Unfortunately, Miriam did not recognize him.
She hesitated for a moment.
'Zhao Zilong … Who is he?'
But now was not the time to be puzzled.
From the feedback she received from her sword, Miriam knew that the spear-wielding man in front of her was very powerful. Every now and then, a black aura would surge out from the gaps in his armor.
He was terrifyingly strong.
Her battle instincts told her that this man's strength was not below hers.
The hair on Miriam's forehead stood on end.
Every nerve in her body was warning Miriam at the same time.
After a short standoff, Miriam's invisible longsword shook and deflected the spearhead away.
Zhao Zilong stood in the middle of the battlefield. He was just one man and one spear, but the pressure he brought to Miriam was greater than that of the thousands of beasts on the battlefield.
It was as if he alone was enough to fight against thousands of soldiers and horses.
"Originally, I didn't want to participate in this unreasonable battle," Zhao Zilong said calmly. "However, since I've come to this strange era as a heroic spirit, I'll do my best to live up to the title of 'heroic spirit'.
Miriam's face darkened. She shook her wrist, and the blood on the invisible longsword was wiped clean.
"An invisible weapon. Interesting." Zhao Zilong smiled. He held a silver spear in his hand and swung it skillfully. As he swung it, he said, "This spear is eight feet six inches long and weighs fifty pounds. It is called … the Spear of the Edge of the World."
"I see." Miriam had learned the Irin's catchphrase at some point. She nodded, her face expressionless.
After reporting her name and weapon, Miriam took the initiative to disperse the [Wind Barrier] on the surface of the sword, revealing the true body of the sword.
It was a golden longsword, and the hilt was engraved with exquisite patterns.
Light flowed on the blade, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.
Zhao Zilong's eyes flashed when he saw Miriam's actions.
"Since you have already reported your name and weapon, it would be rude of me to continue hiding. It would damage the dignity of my ancestors."
Her armor trembled, and Miriam assumed a fighting stance. Her gaze was cold. "My name is Miriam Artoria the Tenth Pendragon. This sword is called the Sword in the Lake. Legend has it that this sword was bestowed to our ancestor by the spirit of the lake and has been passed down to this day. "
"Very good."
Miriam's magnanimity was acknowledged by Zhao Zilong. He smiled as he walked towards Miriam. With a flick of his spear, he sent out a barrage of spear shadows that engulfed Miriam's figure.
The two of them began to fight.
…
Gu Tianqing was surrounded by corpses with countless holes in their bodies.
The vengeful spirit behind him disappeared in a flash.
In fact, what the Irin did not know was that …
Gu Tianqing was also an apostle with two spiritual attachments.
His Spirit Possession was a twin.
As for its origin, there was no need to delve into it.
That was a chilling past.
Gu Tianqing named the two Spiritual Attachments "Freya".
And they looked exactly the same.
After Gu Tianqing's tarot cards were "killed" by the black assassin, he lost his tarot card ability.
However, there was still one more Spiritual Attachment.
It was also Freya.
His two Freyas.
Their identities were different.
One was the "Clairvoyant".
The other was the "Executioner".
In the Caribbean Sea World, Gu Tianqing's harvest was far more than the Irin had imagined.
Gu Tianqing had consumed a lot of magic power.
He was panting slightly on the spot.
But in order to maintain his hairstyle, he pretended that he was not very tired and elegantly ran his hands through his hair.
At this moment, steady and unhurried footsteps came from behind him.
"You're here."
Gu Tianqing turned around with a smile. A golden-haired man wearing noble knight armor walked over with a smile.
"There's a disgusting smell coming from you."
The golden-haired man did not waste time. He slowly pulled out a long sword decorated with gorgeous decorations from the scabbard at his waist.
The pattern on the hilt was very unique.
Gu Tianqing, who was faking a smile, had a slight change in expression.
"Holy Sword Durandel …? Who are you? "
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes at the golden-haired knight who could recognize his weapon at a glance.
He smiled slightly. "I didn't expect that there would be someone in this era who could recognize my weapon. Since that's the case, there's no need to hide my identity. Originally, I wanted to fight the descendant of the Knight King, but since you can recognize Durandel at a glance, killing you is not a disgrace to the name of 'Knight'. My name is … Roland. The person who is about to kill you. "
"Roland!"
Gu Tianqing laughed involuntarily.
Of course, he knew who Roland was.
In history, Roland was the head of the twelve knights under Charlemagne.
In the various history books written about Charlemagne, Roland was crowned with all the virtues that a knight should have. Upright, humble, good at fighting, friendly, merciful. His identity as a knight was even more ancient and had been praised for thousands of years.
If Miriam came from the ancient family of the Knight King, then Roland was the ancestor of the knights. He was almost immortalized in history as the "Holy Knight".
"The Holy Grail, what a strange thing. If I can get out alive and perform on the same stage as a legendary historical figure, it will be something I can brag about. "
Gu Tianqing shook his head helplessly, but the smile on his face did not fade.
He took two bloody spikes from his side and held them in both hands.
Gu Tianqing smiled bitterly and said, "I am not good at close combat."
"Sorry, on the battlefield, you and I are not free to do as we please."
Roland stood in the same place and stabbed the holy sword Durandel into the ground.
His posture was as if he was saying:
Come on! I will let you have three moves!
"This is not very good, right?"
Gu Tianqing said and at the same time, he flicked his finger and a black ray shot towards Roland.
…
"Execution with a smile, deadly embrace! Level! "
"Level" A
"Type" Vs. Single Noble Phantasm
"Attack Range" 1 ~ 5
"Maximum Capture" 1
…
Gu Tianqing said that it was not good, but he did not hold back.
He raised his hand and released his Noble Phantasm.
On the face of the humanoid iron statue, there were tears of blood.
"Crack!"
The two coffin doors of the "Iron Maiden" opened and closed.
In an instant, Roland was locked in the spiky hell.
…
On the other side of the battlefield.
Behind Michelle, the sound of sonic booms continued, mercilessly slaughtering the monsters around her.
Her scythe was stained with the blood of the monsters.
Da da da da da.
The crisp sound of horse hooves came from afar.
A bronze chariot with an ancient aura came from the sky.
Michelle frowned, and stopped killing.
There were four horses in front of the bronze chariot.
However, those four horses were not real horses. The horses were covered with rust and their eyes were dull. Obviously, they were not living creatures.
Behind the bronze chariot, there was an open carriage. On the carriage, a man in a simple black robe was sitting on it. He opened his eyes slightly. In his eyes, there was a sense of arrogance that no one could match.
"My thousand years, where is the Great Qin now?"
The man on the bronze chariot asked Michelle, who was standing in the middle of the battlefield, in an arrogant tone.
Michelle stared at the man on the bronze chariot expressionlessly.
"Who are you?"
"Presumptuous, who doesn't know me in this world?"
"Sorry, I don't know you."
Michelle rushed to the back of the bronze chariot without hesitation and cut the man's neck with her scythe.
Dang dang dang dang —
But Michelle didn't have the time to slash her knife down.
Behind the man, a few mud soldiers appeared strangely and used their bodies as shields to block the scythe.
Bang bang bang!
The mud soldiers' defense was not high, but they blocked Michelle's scythe in an instant.
"How dare you disrespect me, you deserve to be punished!"
The emperor on the bronze chariot was furious.
Along with the dragon's roar, a bright sword ray shot out from the scabbard.
The First Emperor, who came from the distant East, thrust his sword forward with a speed that even Michelle could not react to.
"Chi!"
The sword ray pierced through Michelle's shoulder. Michelle looked at the emperor on the bronze chariot in shock.
His sword surpassed the speed of sound?
Michelle felt that it was unscientific.
This was beyond the realm of magic.
Although she was a magician from the Imitation Scarlet Sea, she did not experience the Holy Grail War.
What she did not know was that the summoned Heroic Spirits, with the help of the Holy Grail's magic, would occasionally have some regular level of treasures or abilities.
These unconventional treasures or abilities could surpass the speed, strength, agility and other physical attributes.
This was unconventional.
This was unscientific.
"Absolute Hit"!
Suddenly, Michelle realized what was going on.
Her opponent's treasures must have some unconventional attributes.
He did not capture her movement at the speed of sound, but ignored the speed. The moment he attacked, he was destined to hit her!
…
"Michelle is in danger!"
On the city wall, Yan Fenggong's expression changed.
He used his magic eye to see that Michelle was injured in the battle with the enemy's Heroic Spirit.
To be honest, he did not have a close relationship with Michelle.
But to him, Yan Fenggong had a close relationship with his teacher, Merlin.
But Michelle was Merlin's disciple.
In other words, Michelle was his junior sister.
Now that Michelle was in danger, Yan Fenggong could not ignore it.
He did not understand why his teacher put him in this situation.
But Yan Fenggong knew that his teacher was omniscient and omnipotent. He could see the future, so his teacher's actions must have a meaning that ordinary people could not understand.
Now, he could not let Michelle die in this era!
Yan Fenggong jumped down from the city wall, stepped on the monster's body and rushed towards Michelle.
"Chi!"
But Yan Fenggong did not run far.
A ray of brown light pierced through Yan Fenggong from several hundred meters away like a bolt of lightning.
Yan Fenggong coughed out blood. He was like a mantis shrimp that was skewered on a barbecue. He arched his back and flew out.
He did not run far before he flew back.
Yan Fenggong lowered his head, his eyes filled with shock.
A seemingly ordinary wooden spear pierced through his abdomen and nailed him to the city wall.
He was nailed to the city wall of Uruk!
A nimble figure, like a female leopard, quickly crossed the battlefield and arrived in front of the city wall of Uruk.
She had delicate facial features, but the scar on her face destroyed her delicate features. Only an indescribable valiance was left. She was wearing a simple animal skin, which barely covered the sensitive parts of her body, in order to maintain the harmony. Her firm but underdeveloped wheat-colored muscles contracted and stretched along with her movements, giving the woman in animal skin a different kind of wild beauty from head to toe.
The most eye-catching thing was her exposed eight-pack abs and perfect waistline. This was the perfect body that many men could only dream of, but it appeared on this woman.
The woman walked step by step.
She looked at Yan Fenggong who was nailed to the city wall like a prey with contempt.
"Weak man, you are not qualified to be my wife," said Hippolyte.
Wife?
Yan Fenggong, who was hanging on the city wall, endured the pain and slowly typed a question mark.
He seemed to have heard the wrong word.
She seemed to be from an ancient era.
Was there a fundamental difference between the language of that era and the understanding of modern times?
Yan Fenggong tried to pull the spear out … but it did not move.
The spear was deeply inserted into the city wall.
This showed how terrifying this spear was.
On the city wall.
Gilgamesh's cold eyes looked down at the arrogant woman.
"Tsk, another piece of trash. Caster, leave it to — "
The arrogant Gilgamesh gave a fair evaluation, and he was about to command Caster around him to deal with that bastard. When Gilgamesh turned around, he was stunned to find that Caster Yi Lin, who was standing on the wall, had left without him noticing.
Gilgamesh: "…"
At this time.
Hippolyte, who was full of wild and aggressive woman, raised her head and looked at Gilgamesh, who was wearing a very sexy dress with two small chest exposed. Her eyes lit up and said loudly: "Golden man, you are qualified to be my wife!"
The silent Gilgamesh was instantly angry when he heard it.
He was furious.
But in his extreme anger, he raised his head and laughed out loud.
The clay tablet in his hand bloomed with unprecedented light.
In the sky, a huge ripple appeared in the sky above Uruk city.
Among the thousands of golden weapons, a small soldier appeared from behind the ripples. It exuded a piercingly cold killing intent.
Gilgamesh stood proudly on the city wall, his chin was raised at a forty-five degree angle. His eyes moved down and focused on Hippolyte, who was shouting to marry him.
"Ignorant piece of trash, what did you just say? Say it again. "
Is there such a request?
Didn't you hear it?
Hippolyte then earnestly repeated her request:
"You are qualified to be my wife, Hippolyte. Come on, baby ~"
Hippolyte really liked Gilgamesh, she opened her arms and sent a courtship signal to Gilgamesh.
…
A few minutes before Hippolyte appeared.
On the city wall of Uruk.
One by one, the heroic spirits of the black side joined the battlefield.
This was originally a war between Uruk and the gods.
But somehow, with the addition of the heroic spirits of the black side, Irin and others in the red side had to find a way to block the attack of the heroic spirits of the black side.
This was a war between heroic spirits!
Or perhaps, it was a battle between two holy grails!
Red side, and black side!
The battle between Gilgamesh's holy grail and Circia's humanoid holy grail!
"I keep feeling that something is wrong."
Irin frowned and fell into deep thought on the city wall.
"Except for the 'Black Assassin' hiding in the dark, the battle on the surface is still six heroic spirits against six heroic spirits."
Irin looked at the battlefield and analyzed in his mind. "But the threat of the assassin is too great. We have to find a way to get rid of him first. Otherwise, if this continues, we will definitely die in this battle."
"Zhao Zilong, Paladin Roland, Emperor Qin … What kind of people did the other side summon? They are the real heroic spirits!"
Irin felt helpless.
They were different from the seven "pseudo-heroic spirits" that barely met the standard.
The heroic spirits summoned by the other side seemed to be the real heroic spirits. They were all legendary figures in history.
It was obvious that their side was at a disadvantage.
Gilgamesh was still calm in the face of such a serious situation. He was commanding the Uruk soldiers to resist the aliens. He sat firmly on the high platform and seemed to have no intention of interfering in the battle of the heroic spirits.
"If that's the case …"
Irin took a deep breath of magic power.
He had a bold idea.
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