Stable Polarized Practice

"They seem to be in full swing."

Iskandar squeezed his chin, bent his thick legs, and squatted into a thick pile on the elevated bridge at the top of the bridge across the Weiyuan River. His posture was very standard, just like a big Spider-Man .

I don't know whether it is the special ability of the heroic spirit or Iskandar's extraordinary talent. The king of the Macedonian Empire, the majestic Alexander the Great, has so many muscles that he looks like he is about to explode when he wears the largest clothes on the commercial street. The body can hold five skinny young Master Webbers. If you squat down, the explosive muscles in your legs will definitely hinder this almost human-folded posture, but Iskandar managed to do it, and it was very easy.

"Lancer and Saber are evenly matched. It will take a long time to decide the winner... No, maybe we need to see the magic power supply of their master?" Iskandar rubbed his chin and muttered alone, not paying attention to the trembling behind him The little master, who was trembling, grabbed the cloak and tried to wrap himself up, "When is the best time to appear?"

"Of course we have to wait for them to decide the outcome and both will suffer!" Weber yelled, trying to grab the fur-trimmed cloak of the Servant who was motionless in the cold wind, and tremblingly climbed up from the edge of the extremely dangerous bridge, leaning forward Reaching out for the telescope held by Iskandar: "Show me...Hey, show me too!"

"When they decide the winner, won't someone have already left?" Iskandar shook his head, casually stuffed the telescope, which was not half the size of his palm, into the little master's arms, and then hugged his chest seriously. Thinking about it: "The battle between the two ranks of Saber and Lancer should attract everyone's attention. Could it be that everyone else is planning in a hidden place?"

"Isn't it a good thing to have a Servant exit?" Weibo held up the binoculars in front of his eyes, and muttered: "The other masters must be waiting for them to lose both. Who would like you to do it when there are many people—huh?"

Although I am not a native of Japan, and I don’t know much about Japanese history, but I was taken to the store by this rider who likes to buy games. When Iskandar was interested in choosing games such as "Grand Strategy" and "Explore the Land", I was bored The old Weber would also pass the time by staring at a row of various games on the shelf, and it happened that what he saw was the Bakumatsu Raiders Otome game, and the most conspicuous ones that involved Shinsengumi's raidable characters must be There are those wearing light onion-colored mountain pattern haori...

"... Okita Souji?"

"Oh? Kid, did you recognize anyone's real name?"

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"I will kill you rightly, Saber."

The male Heroic Spirit wearing dark green leather armor holds a gun in each hand. The two guns are of different lengths, but they are all wrapped tightly with cloth strips, so that people can't see what the body of the gun looks like.

"This is the respect I show to you as a powerful warrior who cherishes each other." Diarmuid stared at the young heroic spirit wearing a blue feather weave, and said loudly: "The Master I serve has already Allow me to reveal the name of the Noble Phantasm, so feel free to use your Noble Phantasm, it is a great blessing to be able to fight against an evenly matched opponent, Saber, I am willing to fight fairly with you!"

stable:"……"

An Ding felt that the guy opposite was a bit strange.

Obviously they were enemies who wanted to take each other's lives, An Ning's blade was aimed at his throat, and the other's spear point was also aimed at the heart behind the white kimono fabric. Every sound of the voice is a confrontation full of murderous intent. In this kind of battle that can be called "fighting", how did the man in the dark green leather armor realize that he was sympathetic?

"I don't mind if it's fair or not." An Ding turned the blade in his right hand, turned the back of the blade upwards, and pointed the blade downwards. His arm and the blade formed a straight line. The sword carried by the lower arm was put into the scabbard, leaving only the vibration of the dominant hand, "Just cut off your head at the end."

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen replied blankly, this was the first time he took the initiative to answer after the other party had been talking non-stop for a long time, Lancer, who was inexplicably flattered, immediately listened carefully, but only listened to his expression Not so pleasant.

Because what Lancer heard was: "Whether it's a sneak attack or an assassination, I will do such crooked ways."

"...I agree with your strength, but your chivalry—no, judging by your clothing, you should be a warrior called a 'samurai' in this country, right? Is this your bushido?"

This is probably due to the difference in concepts. The "noble chivalry" advocated by Diarmuid and Fu Sangshen's simple "just use it" influenced by his aunt had a collision of three views. Unable to convince anyone, everyone felt that the guy opposite had a strange idea.

"As a knife in the master's hand, I just need to be able to kill the enemy for the master." An Ding said in a steady tone. He was too lazy to chat with the guy who talked a lot. Too much—what if I am also infected with the problem of talking too much?You must know that talking too much will cause people to become disheveled and the blade will become dull.

Seriously thinking about the truth summed up by the master, An Ding stopped the conversation in the confrontation without hesitation, and the nameless knife in his hand, which was slightly longer than his own knife, lit up the blue arc again, indicating that he was impatient I talked before the battle—the Wuming Dao is a weapon strengthened by Mr. Emiya. Otherwise, if you just use an ordinary sword to hit the heroic spirit's treasure, it will be broken after a few collisions, right?

"Besides," An Ding added, "I don't have any treasures either."

He himself was identified as Miss Okita's Noble Phantasm, as a Noble Phantasm, how could he have a Noble Phantasm?

"I see." The heroic spirit in the dark green leather armor nodded solemnly again, and seemed to understand something—what did you understand?What do you know?An Ding blinked in bewilderment, and saw that the distaste for "creepy ways" on his face dissipated inexplicably, replaced by admiration that Ling Ren didn't know why, and the heroic spirit in the dark green leather armor didn't know what to imagine, and put on a face " I am not as good as you" expression said:

"Did you dedicate your pride and glory to the lord? I admire you very much, Saber. Perhaps you are the warrior the lord most wishes to have."

stable:"……"

An Ding spit out a mouthful of white mist expressionlessly, and chose to use actions instead of words. The thin electric arcs that were looming instantly swelled and enlarged, turning into several ferocious electric snakes wrapped around Fu Sangshen's body. Many times of actual combat made An Ding use thunder The breathing became more comfortable, and he was able to control the strength of the arc very well. The viscous killing intent spread again, and the slender forearm was tightly wrapped by the brand-new gauntlet, and the armor that no longer had the knife pattern was buckled on the back of the hand. Armor, white fingers gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and in the next instant, the figure in blue and white mountain pattern feathers disappeared in vain.

"You'd better turn around and die quickly."

"Choose to fight instead of talking? It's exactly what I want!" Lancer immediately turned the spear in his hand vigorously, aiming at the opponent who was galloping towards him like a bolt of lightning. The next moment, his figure also disappeared from the spot disappear.

With a sound of "clang", the sharp blade collided with the long spear again, repeating the previous confrontation across the weapon, the two pairs of eyes with tear moles looked at each other fiercely, Lancer opened his mouth again, as if Ready to speak again: "I..."

It's just that as soon as he uttered the first word, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. His face suddenly changed color, and his pupils shrank sharply. It seemed that something happened that caught him off guard, and then his whole aura changed.

"You...you, did you have such an idea?"

Looking at the heroic spirit in dark green leather armor suddenly bursting with murderous intent and anger, An Ding slowly raised a question mark in his heart.

What's wrong with this guy?

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The sound of the sharp blade sinking into the flesh and blood was particularly obvious. Kenneth's eyes widened unconsciously, a sharp and shiny sword appeared from his chest, and there was a "cluck" sound in his throat. Scarlet warm blood gushed from his throat and flowed in his throat. After two "grunts" overflowed the corners of his mouth.

He couldn't figure out why the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, which would automatically track and defend, didn't stop the enemy, and let the enemy pierce his heart silently.

The slender blade was pulled out from his heart, and at the moment when the tip of the knife was also pulled away, a large stream of blood gushed out along the narrow wound, and Kenneth fell to the ground in response. Looking at the hem of the dark pink hakama skirt, he squeezed out two "ho ho" from his throat, and the red lines on the back of his hands lit up:

"In the name of Command Seal... lancer—"

Maybe he wanted Lancer to kill the attacker who pierced his heart, maybe he wanted a loyal Servant to protect his fiancée, maybe he just didn't want to die alone, and wanted the servants to follow him ...In short, the complex thinking of human beings will make this momentary idea have many possibilities, but no matter what he expects, this is something that cannot be realized.

With a sound of "swish", a bright silver knife light flashed again, and a severed hand with red lines rolled twice on the ground. Because the blade was too fast and too sharp, the unresponsive fingers were still connected to the wrist. The movement at the moment, clasped the palm tightly, and tightly grasped a handful of dust, the section stained with dust turned twice, and stopped at the edge of the dark pink hakama corner.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous, he almost used the command spell."

Heroic Spirit, who was wearing a dark pink kimono hakama skirt, stroked his chest with his left hand, and let out a breath as if he had lingering fear.

"However, this is considered a successful completion of the Master's order, right?"

The smoky black bow that stuck up part of the hair behind his head seemed to be shaking, Souji Okita shook off the blood left on the sword, turned sideways and looked at the two shadows fighting together below, and the blue-haired one Toujian Fusangshen blinked her big, god-like eyes, and said thoughtfully: "After solving the Master of Lancer, the Lancer who needs to deal with An Ding should also leave the stage soon? Is this equivalent to directly defeating the Master?" What about the two enemies?"

Immediately, the tail tune rose happily, and the clear girlish voice with a little joy sounded:

"If that's the case, Okita-san—a big victory!"