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    "Tsk, it's still as clumsy as before." I looked at the battle between the two sides on the battlefield.  Seeing the confident look on the spearman's face, one knew that he must have a back-up plan that he hadn't used yet.  King Arthur still looked stupid, as if he hadn't had enough to eat.

    Well, forget it.  The worst thing is to help her a little before she is about to die.

    The next development of the situation is still not good for King Arthur.  After receiving treatment from mstr(?), King Arthur, whose injury completely improved, heard what the spearman said.  Then he took off the armor made by his own spiritual power and put on a light battle robe, saying, "Then, in that case, I don't need to defend myself anymore."

    King Arthur said this, and then just like before, he rushed over without any thought.

    "Well, although this is a bit faster but is it really a good idea to remove the armor so arbitrarily? The opponent still has a long gun that he hasn't taken action with And, if my guess is right, this guy  His identity can basically be determined. And the gun is also"

    "snort¡ª¡ª"

    When King Arthur was about to rush in, the spearman hooked his foot and raised the yellow spear on the ground.  At this moment, after removing the cloth strips, the yellow spear also shone with light similar to a noble phantom.

    "How can it be?!"

    Although he was very excited, King Arthur was indeed more cautious. After suffering losses before, he understood that his opponent was not so easy to kill.  He prepared his attack with three points of strength - seeing the yellow spear coming from the other side, he quickly turned around to avoid it - and then he felt a sharp pain in his left wrist.  He had no choice but to go back.  But the spearman was still very gentlemanly and did not pursue him.

    ¡°Tsk, is this guy stupid?  He gave up two consecutive opportunities to expand the results and even defeat King Arthur.  Could it be that this kid thinks my Astraea is pretty and has taken a fancy to her?  This is not possible.

    I frowned while watching the battle.  Astraea, who was on the battlefield, was also a little surprised.

    "Ellie."

    Not long after the war started, this was the second time I asked for my mstr(?) treatment.  sbr is the number one hero in the profession, which is really not worthy of its name.

    "Huh? But I'm already undergoing treatment." The white young woman replied.

    ¡°What¡ªbut this wound shows no sign of getting better at all.¡±

    "Hmph The wound that was hit by my sure-hit Huang Qiangwei will never get better unless it kills me." At this time, the spearman on the opposite side explained.  But is it really okay to reveal the properties of your Noble Phantasm in such a simple and clear way?  Diarmuid Audina, the legendary man and wife-killer classmate?

    Seeing the two spears, one red and one yellow, placed there in this guy's hand, I can be completely sure of his identity.  Although among the Irish pantheons, their combat effectiveness is not considered to be at the top level.  But it's still outstanding.  Plus a reasonably useful head.  If she hadn't stubbornly adhered to the integrity of the knight, Astraea would have died hundreds of times by now.

    Well, let¡¯s go to the theater.

    "What are you doing? Lancer. Hurry up and kill the swordsman." At this time, the other one sounded extremely arrogant, as if he was born with superiority. The arrogant voice came from nowhere.

    Judging from his tone, he should be the master of Diarmuid.  Indeed, with such a huge advantage, everyone must be impatient if they still have to dawdle.  And the battle has taken too long to get to this point.  Although it is still some time before sunrise.  But if you continue to delay, someone might find out.  In that case, the aftermath will become very troublesome.  If you are not careful, what happened today will be made public.  Then the Holy Grail War becomes a joke.

    So, resolve the battle before dawn.  Hurry up, you idiot!

    I interpreted the subtext of what the spearman¡¯s master said.

    So, I searched for the source of the sound for a while, and then I saw this guy on top of another taller stack of containers.  He is a young man with short blond hair, wearing dark blue mage robes, and looks inhumane.  He doesn't look good or bad, but his spirit is quite good.  Judging from his appearance, he should have used some method to hide himself.  That's why I dare to appear here so blatantly.

    And at this time, as the guy's words fell, the man wearing a half-new coat and holding a sniper rifle also made a move.  He turned the gun and aimed it at the head of the guy who should be the spearman's master.  Mostly thinking?Snipe him to death.

    Come on.  In this case, a magician who extremely despises modern technology and has no defense against firearms will most likely be killed instantly by you.  But if your own position is exposed, then the Assassin standing next to you is not a vegetarian.  I will definitely take this opportunity to rub a knife on your neck.

    Sure enough, the guy seemed to think about it for a while.  Then he put the gun down again.  Well, it seems like he is quite worried about his own life.  Pity.

    "I understand, master." Diarmuid responded to his master with an unusually respectful voice, and at the same time, he rushed towards Astraea along the messy road that had been affected by the battle between the two sides and had been destroyed.

    Can we take action?

    Seeing Astraea¡¯s left hand trembling uncontrollably and holding the sword empty, I couldn¡¯t help but lean forward, and then retracted.  But he heard another voice coming from the sky - a very familiar, heroic and heroic voice.

    The sound of wheels.

    The loud sound like thunder, the laughter of the old acquaintance, and the small wailing that sounded quite miserable, made me curl my lips.

    The Conquering King, Alexander Iskandar, descended from the sky on the Divine Wheel, a chariot driven by two sacred bulls.  The huge force left deep ruts on the cement floor of the dock, and the two knights who still wanted to rush up and fight their opponents had to separate.

    "Idiot, idiot, idiot - what are you doing?" However, the majestic atmosphere was broken in the next moment by a voice that hurt him to death.  I saw a thin guy with long hair, a face like a pseudonym, and barely climbed out of the chariot. With tears in his eyes, he complained to the King of Conqueror
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