Stable Polarized Practice

The concealment value of the sword has always been complementary to its high detection value, not to mention that the two blades of the Okita group have the highest value of concealment even in the category of all swords, so as long as you restrain your breath wholeheartedly, even if you wear it stably The blue crawler clogs, which resemble flip flops, can also approach the destination quietly.

As soon as he fell into the shadows and entered the range of the dock warehouse, An Ding noticed a particularly obvious sight of being observed. This feeling like a needle stabbing his back disappeared in a flash. With an unaffected vision in the dark, An Ding captured the muzzle of the muzzle reflecting dimly under the moonlight.

At this distance, only a silhouette the size of a grain of rice could be seen. A vague pink figure stood beside the man in the black trench coat. Refracted cross-shaped light, the moving direction is facing the top of the viaduct with no blind angle view downwards, An Ding blinked thoughtfully, looked along the past, and then was blocked by the stacked containers in the warehouse.

What did Emiya-san signify?Is it just a greeting?Still prompting something?Mr. Emiya should not reveal his location just to say hello, so at this moment, in that direction...

"Is there an enemy...?" An Ding murmured.

"what happened?"

The cyborg with long silver hair originally followed Fu Sangshen's footsteps, step by step behind the back of the blue white mountain pattern feather weaving, counting the number of times Fu Sangshen's head hung down and swayed, step by step, stable The sudden stop made Irisviel startled: "...Did you notice something?"

"It's Mr. Emiya." An Ding turned around and stopped Irisviel from continuing to move forward: "Mr. Emiya just warned me that the front may enter the field of vision of hidden enemies. Irisviel Madam, can you stay here and wait?"

An Ding turned his head and glanced at the viaduct that blocked his view: "I'm not sure how many hidden enemies are there, Mr. Emiya is also convenient for remote support here... If they are found during the journey together, I dare not Guaranteed to protect you in the worst case of multiple sieges."

"That's right, I see." The silver-haired woman nodded and stopped in her tracks: "I will wait here."

"If you really encounter an attack, please ask me for help." The blue-haired Fu Sangshen added: "Mr. Wei Gong should stop it, but it will no longer be safe here, so once that time comes, please be sure to Go where I can protect you."

"I will." Irisviel clasped her fingers on her chest, and replied earnestly: "Then, please bring back the victory...as Saber."

The blade was unsheathed silently, holding a long silver blade, and Fu Sangshen, who was dressed in blue and white mountain pattern feathers, said: "I will cut off the enemy's head."

But then he paused again, because An Ding still didn't accept the name "Saber" very well. When he thought of replacing Okita-kun, his blood rushed to his face uncontrollably, in case he needed to call himself "Okita" When the boss"...

His eyes drifted a bit, and An Ding was half a beat behind before he answered the first half of the sentence:

"I will behead the enemy...as a Saber."

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"Hey... hello, rider..."

His thin body tremblingly lay on the top of the sea-crossing bridge across a wide water bank. Weber grabbed the thick red cloak of his Heroic Spirit, took a deep breath of the cold night air, and then broke down and shouted: "Why? We’ve been guarding here for a whole day! If we don’t fight that provocative Servant, why don’t we just leave?! Why do we keep guarding here!”

"Of course we have to wait for the guy who takes this challenge to appear." Rider laughed loudly: "When there are new Servants attracted by the battle, then it's time for us to appear!"

"Huh?!" Wei Bo was inconceivable: "What?! When there are many people, we should avoid them, right?! Shouldn't we wait for them to end the battle before collecting the fisherman's profit? Why rush up?!"

"Of course, right?" The tall and strong Heroic Spirit stood up from his sitting position, with his hands crossed over his chest, and the red fur-trimmed cloak was blown up behind him by the cold air at night. Weber heard his brain circuit The Servant, who has always been different from him, replied as a matter of course:

"Compared to looking for them one by one, of course it's more convenient to clean them up together, right?"

"--ha?!!"

Pack it up together?If you're under siege, you're the one who'll be wiped out, right? ! !

……

A high concealment value means that the aura converges to a level close to nothing. Whether it is the sound of breathing, heartbeat, footsteps, or the more metaphysical murderous aura and momentum, it will be so weak that there is no sense of existence, but this is also It does not mean that the entire blade can be erased from other people's sight.

An Ding doesn't have the ability to distort the light to confuse others' sight. In the position facing the viaduct where the enemy is hiding, you can only go around a circle and try to avoid places that may be found, but the condescending view has few blind spots, so this is the most suitable time The only way is——

"Zizzi-"

The scorching white mist overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the looming blue electric arc was more depressing than usual and lit up around his body. An Ning took a deep breath of the cool night air, his lungs fully expanded, and oxygen mixed into the blood flowed to his limbs. Afterwards, he spits out the air that has been stripped of some of its oxygen, turning it into a mist with a faint sound of "sizzling".

The blue arc flashed away, and the blue-haired Fu Sangshen retreated with his right foot, lowered his upper body, held a sword wrapped in electric current in one hand, and rushed into the passage exposed to the enemy's vision without hesitation. If it is too fast, you can only see the galloping current even at a high place with a clear view. It takes time for the human retina to receive the information, so the enemies above will find it difficult to recognize the appearance of the person coming.

"——There is an enemy attack! Lancer!"

Sure enough, a male voice rang out in the silent dock warehouse group a beat later. It probably used sound transmission magic. The arrogant and negligent voice, but he was caught off guard by the sudden attack. It should be that he had never thought that there would be such an opponent who simply attacked directly. When his warning crossed the distance in the air and sounded in the ears of his followers At the time, An Ding had already approached the Servant who was sitting on a container with one leg propped up.

The blade spreading the electric arc slashed fast and swiftly. After the lightning flashed almost in a flash, the blade glistening with cold air approached the tall man in the dark green leather armor.

As if he had just noticed it, the man in the dark green leather armor paused before turning his head to look over. At this time, the tip of the blue-haired Fusangshen's knife was about to touch the artery in his neck.

"The first fall—?!!" The murderous low voice stopped abruptly, and the silver-white blade was retracted in vain. Fu Sangshen, who was approaching at lightning speed, let go decisively, and raised the knife to block it. chest.

If the blade that cut half of it with a murderous aura continues to follow this momentum, it can at least cut through the neck veins of the dark green leather armor Servant, but this is based on the condition of a successful sneak attack, and obviously, the turned face With a confident fighting spirit on his face and the corner of his mouth raised, the male heroic spirit is ready.

The long gun-like weapon wrapped in cloth strips is propelled from bottom to top. If An Ding does not retract the knife in time, with this forward momentum, before his own blade cuts the enemy's throat, the sharp point of the gun will It will stab into his chest because of the length advantage.

"Chong-"

The blade collided with the tip of the gun, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing. Lancer raised his eyebrows. The stronger arm strength gave him an advantage in the confrontation between weapons. The edge of the blade was pressed down a little.

"I really didn't expect that I would invite the fight here openly, but from morning till night, no honest fighters came to the appointment. Instead, the ones who attracted me were the ones who showed their heads and showed their tails without saying anything."

The handsome male hero has a tear mole in the corner of his eye, which seems to add to his appearance, but Anding, who has no idea about this aspect, will not pay attention to the opponent's appearance at all, unless of course he looks like Okita Souji.

"Such a hidden aura, even I didn't notice your existence until you approached without concealment, and you did not hesitate to attack. Are you an Assassin?" the heroic spirit in dark green leather armor asked, but soon He dismissed his own speculation: "No, Assassin was out last night, and you are still using a weapon called 'sword'... Could it be that you are Saber?"

Seeing that the other party did not refute, the voice of the dark green leather armored hero immediately became disappointed: "I thought that the opponent of the Saber class would also be an upright fighter, but I didn't expect it to be a sneaky person like you—"

No matter what the other party said, An Ding was not prepared to take up the conversation at all. Anyway, for him, the guy who was an enemy didn't need to talk at all, because sooner or later he would become a head of his subordinates, and facing such a powerful enemy should be more important. Give full play to your own advantages as soon as possible, and the advantage of stability at this moment is...

The corner of the blue and white robe was raised in an arc by the night wind, revealing another vibrating sword hanging on his waist - he did not use both hands to hold the sword when his strength was suppressed, this is the opportunity he was waiting for!

The sound of the sword coming out of its sheath was crisp, An Ding held the cold handle with the other hand, and slashed across without hesitation. At the end of Sen Han's blade, there was a thick, dark blue thunder and lightning attached to it.

Although there is still only one own body sword that has been used for a long time, An Ding will never forget the skill of being able to open eyes with two swords in both hands.

The solid black lightning, like an extended blade, spread up along Lancer's neck in vain. Fu Sangshen, who was wearing a light green feather, grinned, and his bright blue pupils were full of excited killing intent:

"—Fifth Type: Heat World Thunder!"