Miriam had unleashed the curry stick.
She had poured all of her magic into this attack that would guarantee her victory.
Her family had recorded the glorious deeds of countless ancestors.
Although some of these deeds did not match up with historical facts, this did not stop Miriam from growing up basking in the glory of her ancestors.
At the end of these family records, it was recorded that her ancestors had died because of betrayal.
The betrayers announced to the outside world that King Arthur had no children back then.
There were even historical studies that claimed that King Arthur did not exist at all.
But he was definitely there.
Miriam's existence, the title she inherited, and the Pendragon bloodline were all ironclad proof that the King of Knights had existed back then.
She firmly believed in this.
This belief had also become Miriam's faith, allowing her to live until now.
When she was one year old, she caught the family emblem when she caught the Pendragon. The Pu Clan celebrated together.
When she was two years old, the first word she learned was "excalibur".
When she was young, she would often raise a wooden sword and shout "curry stick" at a human-shaped wooden target.
When she was four years old, she hugged her ancestor's sword to sleep every day.
When she was six years old, she began to learn swordsmanship.
At that time, swordsmanship was popular and focused on stabbing. But she preferred to slash during the New Year. She felt that this was more carefree.
When she was eight years old, she was beaten over and over again by the family's swordsmanship teachers.
The teachers all shook their heads and sighed inwardly. Miriam, who was destined to bring the Pendragon family to greater heights after catching the family emblem at the age of one, had a worrying talent in swordsmanship.
When she was twelve years old, a big sister dressed in black and wearing a mask quietly came to the Pendragon family, saying that she wanted to teach her the "way to victory".
That big sister had short blonde hair, which was very similar to her hair color. Her voice was cold, but for some reason, Miriam felt that it was pleasant to hear.
At that time, she foolishly thought that when she grew up, it would be great if her voice could be as pleasant.
Under the big sister's mask, there must be a very beautiful face.
The young girl's heart was filled with something called "longing".
When she was thirteen years old, she was enlightened and became awesome. She began to beat all her peers.
When she was fourteen years old, the mysterious big sister left and never appeared again.
Big Sister said that one day, they would meet again.
At the age of fifteen, she inherited the title of "Knight King" and also officially inherited her ancestor's sword. Her appetite also began to increase, increasing by several times. The elders in the clan were very happy. Legend had it that their ancestors back then were especially good at eating.
Miriam believed that her ancestor's sword, her ancestor's glory, was invincible.
"Victory."
Therefore, that sword was called the "Excalibur Sword".
It meant — "I swear by this sword that I will bring victory to the kingdom!"
However,
However,
However …
"Plop."
Exhausted, Miriam's knees gave way, and she knelt on the ground.
She stared blankly at Zhao Zilong who was 20 meters away.
Other than his right arm trembling violently, his entire body was unharmed.
This sword did not even manage to pierce through the fluttering cloak.
He had actually blocked it!
But he couldn't completely block it!
Within the dazzling golden light, Miriam was able to see everything that had happened in that instant.
In that split second, Zhao Zilong's spear tip trembled violently. The frequency of the trembling was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. The trembling spear tip easily parted a corner of the sword's light just as it was about to reach him.
It was that seemingly effortless parting that parted Miriam's "Excalibur Sword" and sent it flying diagonally into the sky.
Zhao Zilong looked up to the sky and roared, extremely carefree.
He let out a joyful laugh, as if he was excited because he had blocked the sword.
Miriam suddenly felt that she could understand how her opponent felt.
If she could block such an awesome sword strike, she would also laugh in such a licentious manner.
"I have lost."
Miriam lowered her head.
Zhao Zilong walked step by step towards Miriam.
As he walked, Zhao Zilong's trembling right arm calmed down as he walked.
In reality, Zhao Zilong was not as relaxed as he looked.
In that instant, he had used a lot of skill.
In a head-on clash, he could not win against that sword.
"Actually, I have lost. But in the end, the winner is me, Zhao Zilong of Changshan. "
Zhao Zilong pointed his spear horizontally and gave the enemy general Miriam the highest praise.
In other words, he had blocked the sword, but it was not a clash of swords, so he had lost.
But he had won the battle between the generals on this battlefield. So, he had won.
He, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, would take the enemy general's head!
"No."
Miriam struggled to get up. She used the last of her strength to hold the golden longsword in front of her.
She was clearly exhausted.
She clearly did not even have the strength to swing the sword.
Her magic power had been exhausted, and she could not squeeze out a single drop.
But …
Miriam still stood up.
The glory of her ancestors told her that she could die, she could lose, but she could not give up. She could not lie down and be killed by the enemy.
"Shine, glory of the ancestors!"
A look of determination to die appeared on Miriam's face!
"Beautiful."
Zhao Zilong moved, and his spear stabbed straight at Miriam's throat!
"I'm sorry, but her life is mine."
Just as Miriam was about to die under Zhao Zilong's spear …
A flickering bullet shot out from behind Miriam.
A bullet!
Miriam was stunned.
It was Irin!
Irin was here!
The cook was here!
Miriam was very surprised. At the same time, deep in her heart, she was touched, which was rare.
A light flashed in front of Zhao Zilong's eyes. He changed the direction of the tip of the spear almost at the moment the bullet shot out!
"Ding!"
The moment the tip of the Edge Spear came into contact with the bullet, the shaft of the spear was suddenly bent by 45 degrees, as if it would break at any moment.
Zhao Zilong looked at the bent Edge Spear in shock, but his reaction was faster than his shock. His footsteps changed, and he suddenly twisted his body in a strange position. The spear stretched out and swung, and the terrifying force from the tip of the spear was instantly reduced by 80%.
"From now on, let the world feel pain!"
A teleportation circle appeared behind Miriam, and Irin appeared from behind the teleportation circle, holding two spears. Seeing that Zhao Zilong had used his spear to block the spear, Irin did not hesitate. After blocking the spear, she stared at Zhao Zilong, who had not adjusted his posture, and cast [Calamity].
This time …
Irin had finally finished chanting all the restrictions of the skill, which was worth celebrating.
However, the reason why she had chanted it for so long was not because Irin had a sudden impulse, nor was it because Irin missed the past. Back then, when Irin was researching skills and successfully unsealing [Calamity], she had developed two completely different methods of unsealing the skill.
The first method was to shorten the chanting time as much as possible, which was infinitely close to the effect of "instant cast".
The second method was to greatly increase the amount of Psionic Energy while maintaining the original chanting time limit. This allowed the skill, which had a small consumption, to become a skill with a medium consumption, increasing the effect of the negative statuses.
In short, the person who was hit could greatly reduce the resistance of the "Willpower" attribute. They would definitely be hit by more than two negative statuses, and the duration of the negative statuses would be prolonged!
Under the influence of the rules of the Holy Grail War, every suitable class had strengthened their "magic resistance", allowing them to have a terrifying resistance to all kinds of magic effects and negative statuses.
From the moment Irin understood the rules of the Holy Grail, she had sensed that the world seemed to be full of malice toward her.
Therefore, facing the legendary general Zhao Zilong, who had outstanding military achievements in her previous life, Irin could only use this method of unsealing the skill to be effective.
The invisible and colorless power of calamity shot toward Zhao Zilong.
At this point, Zhao Zilong had not recovered his balance in order to block Irin's ten stacks of charged bullets.
This was the best time to launch a sneak attack!
Irin knew that this was not a kind thing to do.
However, even Miriam, who was good at close combat, was forced to this point in a one-on-one duel with Zhao Zilong. Talking about martial ethics with the other party was asking for humiliation, and it was not embarrassing.
Irin believed that with the other party's magnanimity, he would not mind such details.
"Bang!"
Zhao Zilong blocked the bullet, and the ground under his feet collapsed.
The force of the bullet was diverted elsewhere.
At this moment.
The mirror-like ornament on Zhao Zilong's chest flashed with light.
An even more dazzling reflection from the mirror shot back toward Irin.
"What the f * ck?"
…
"Heart-protecting Bronze Mirror"
"Level" B
"Type" vs. Magic Relic
"Effective Range" 1 ~ 15
"Maximum Capture"?
…
The invisible power of calamity was reflected by the Heart-protecting Mirror and bounced back toward Irin.
Fortunately, Irin reacted quickly.
Without saying a word, she activated another ability.
"Ahhhh —"
In the void, in front of Irin, a square-shaped stream of light appeared.
One by one, the blue cubes quickly formed the shape of the Nightingale in front of Irin.
The arrogant Cybertron gentleman, the Nightingale, had crossed over to this world!
The Nightingale had appeared!
It had not appeared for a long time. Before its body was completely condensed, the half-condensed exhaust pipe had already released a wave of sound.
It knew that it had a heavy responsibility. In mid-air, the Nightingale took the initiative to transform into Cybertron mode.
The Steel Giant blocked the reflected light from Zhao Zilong's Heart-protecting Mirror.
“？”
The next second.
The tall Cybertron motorcyclist twisted his waist happily between Zhao Zilong and Irin.
Zhao Zilong was slightly stunned. The appearance of the Nightingale made him hesitate for a moment.
The successive appearances disrupted Zhao Zilong's rhythm.
It was clearly a one-on-one battle, but it suddenly became a group fight. No one could accept it.
However, he was a legendary general after all. A legendary general who had been through hundreds of battles. After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, he raised his spear and stabbed the flashing headlight on the Nightingale's chest.
The headlight shattered, and the Nightingale screamed, but the damage was not serious.
The skill effect of [Calamity Entanglement] was reflected and landed on the poor Nightingale's head.
Zhao Zilong stabbed the Nightingale's body and swung his spear at the Nightingale's head. He displayed the sportsmanship of treating everyone equally on the battlefield and was merciless.
The Nightingale's armor plate had been strengthened and was not for show. The spear that Zhao Zilong hurriedly stabbed left holes in the Nightingale's armor plate, but it could not hurt the Nightingale's muscles and bones.
With Zhao Zilong's strength, he had long reached the point where he could stab someone to death without a spearhead. But the Nightingale was too hard.
Zhao Zilong frowned and found that the opponent in front of him was slightly knocking his teeth.
First, it was charm, then stun, and then blind.
After a series of negative statuses, the Nightingale's body was hit by Zhao Zilong's spear, and it was full of holes.
Zhao Zilong stopped.
"Interesting."
Zhao Zilong placed his spear in front of him and no longer attacked.
Because he found that Irin and Miriam, who were hiding behind the armored man just now, had disappeared.
After a while, a light flashed, and the Nightingale disappeared on the spot.
Zhao Zilong looked at the faintly discernible city in the distance, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
At this moment, Circia issued an order to Zhao Zilong through the command seal.
"Retreat?"
Zhao Zilong frowned and fell into deep thought.
…
This battle was over for the time being.
For the time being.
After counting the number of people, there were less than a thousand Uruk soldiers who returned alive from the battlefield.
To be precise, there were 623 of them.
This was a tragic battle.
And among the six Heroic Spirits who went out, only Irin and Miriam returned alive to Uruk City.
There were too many casualties on the battlefield. The remaining people did not have the ability to collect their corpses.
When Irin returned to Uruk City, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.
There was a big hole in the city wall.
From the city wall, there was a ten-meter-wide gully that extended to the front of the temple.
The people of Uruk, the old, the young, the women, and the children, had died in this wave of attack.
The entire Uruk City was shrouded in silent despair.
Under this wave of attack, the surviving people of Uruk seemed to have lost the ability to cry.
As far as Irin's eyes, there was a blank and numb expression on everyone's face.
Among the surviving soldiers, some of them had broken limbs and were covered in blood. They had lost their ability to fight.
Even Miriam, who had always been high-spirited, had a rare look of sadness on her face after witnessing the tragedy in Uruk City.
Siduri found Irin, who looked pale, and Miriam, who was confused, in front of the city gate.
"My king has ordered for you to have a good rest and prepare for the upcoming battle."
Siduri still wore a veil on her face as she bowed and said. Her tone was unbelievably calm, as if the scene in front of her could not affect her heart at all.
"Where is he?"
"My king has ordered for you to —"
Siduri was about to repeat what she had just said.
Irin rudely interrupted Siduri, "I asked, where is Gilgamesh?"
Siduri was silent for a moment and closed her eyes.
After a while, Siduri opened her eyes again and said slowly, "My king has another sentence for you."
"Say it."
"You dare to come to my palace and disturb my rest. Be prepared to die, reptile." "That is what my king said."
Irin rolled his eyes.
This sentence was really his style.
Irin walked toward the temple.
"Lord Caster."
Irin stopped but did not turn around.
Siduri, who was behind Irin, lowered her head and put her fist in front of her bulging chest. She said softly, "Heroic spirits from the future, please, please witness the future of Uruk."
Irin was slightly stunned.
He did not understand what Siduri meant by this.
But he still nodded and did not say anything.
In this war, no one could stay out of it.
Even Irin and Miriam, who had somehow joined this place, were the same.
Their future, their lives, had long been linked to Uruk.
Irin did not ask where Yan Feng, Gong Zheng, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing went.
If they were alive, they would naturally return to Uruk.
In the wilderness outside Uruk, at a glance, there were no living creatures.
After killing Black Assassin with great difficulty, Yi Lin walked out of the Evil Mind Space and saw Frank's body in the same place.
Borl was dead.
Her body was burnt black.
She was electrocuted.
Redhead and Borl died one after another.
Yan Feng, Gong Zheng, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing did not come back.
Now, in this unfair war, only Irin and Miriam were left.
"Ha … ha ha … ha ha ha."
Irin walked all the way to the temple, laughing strangely.
Along the way, the people of Uruk sat in the messy city. They did not make any sound except for their breathing and heartbeat.
Irin walked past them silently, stepped on the stone steps, and walked into the palace.
In the spacious palace, Gilgamesh sat alone on a high throne, swirling a large golden cup of wine in his hand. The cup was filled with amber-colored ale.
"You are here."
Gilgamesh was silent for a moment and took the initiative to speak.
Irin walked to Gilgamesh.
Without any opening remarks, without any foreshadowing, Irin directly pointed at the golden wine cup in Gilgamesh's hand and stated his intention.
"Lend me your Holy Grail."
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