Chapter 95: The Continuation of the Warehouse Street Battle

Again, such eyes...

The excitement of winning the first battle with the help of the lord faded away, Lancer closed his eyes, slightly raised his head, and his handsome face was full of compassion.

What is loyalty? What is love?

After Diarmuid and Princess Granny defected, the jealous Finn Makur sent all his troops to chase the two elopers and hunted them like wild beasts.

The battle with the giant Searbhán, the battle with the nine Garbs, and the battle with Finn's wet nurse "Grindstone Witch"...The various heroic deeds written by Diarmuid and Granny during their escape were even better than the reputation they had made in the Fianna Knights, but for Diarmuid who wanted to be a loyal minister, these heroic legends were too ironic.

When his double guns cut through the enemy, his chivalry was also torn apart. The conflicting loyalty and geis tortured him, but the two magic spears with exquisite skills still pierced his opponent before he could get confused, causing a senseless death.

A woman and two men - rivers of blood and mountains of corpses were just for the love and persistence of these three people.

Seeing these senseless sacrifices, the first person to succumb was Finn. The old monarch finally recognized Diarmuid's marriage with Grani, gave Diarmuid the status and territory he deserved, and accepted him as a vassal again.

This was the peace that Diarmuid had longed for, but Finn did not really forgive Diarmuid.

He knew that Diarmuid had been given a geis of "dying from a wild boar (his half brother turned into)", and deliberately created an encounter between Diarmuid and the wild boar.

After Diarmuid was seriously injured by the wild boar, Finn knew that his healing water could save Diarmuid, but he spilled the water in his hand twice. By the time he fetched water for the third time, Diarmuid had already stopped breathing.

Now, Diarmuid has become a servant and has been summoned to the present. When he looks back at his past ending, he still has no regrets and has never hated anyone. He wants to repay his wife's love and understand Finn's anger. It's just that fate is too unfavorable.

Diarmuid's life is not just about suffering and lamentation. The joy of drinking with his master and the closeness of his beloved wife have become irreplaceable and precious memories in his heart. Even if his life ends in tragedy, Diarmuid has no dissatisfaction with fate, because he and the people around him have lived actively and hard.

He doesn't want to deny the only life that has become the past.

But if possible, if he has a second life and can pick up a gun as a knight again-

The possibility of this miracle has become the long-cherished wish of the heroic spirit Diarmuid. He hopes that there will be a chance to regain the honor that he lost in the past and the pride that he could not achieve.

In the previous life, he could not realize a path to live for the original intention of chivalry.

His wish was just like this, and it should not be an unattainable luxury.

But his lord, Kayneth, also had a fiancée.

As if it was a destined fate, the woman named "Solaou" was also the "princess" of the Sophia family, and she also did not love her husband, and was also... captured by the handsome and unparalleled Knight of Tears.

Diarmuid was shrouded in ominous black clouds in front of him, and the sin of the demon face he carried would lay the foundation for a split between him and his new lord, Kayneth.

If he won this battle, he would be trapped in a dilemma between his lord and Solaou, and if he lost this battle... his lord would die because of him.

He naturally felt depressed, but was dispelled by a clear voice.

"What's wrong, Lancer?"

Opening his eyes, Diarmuid saw the golden-haired Knight King holding an invisible long sword, casting a calm gaze at him.

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"The battle is about to begin. If you don't concentrate well, you will lose quickly."

Saber was not joking. Her powerful spirit, accompanied by magic, formed a shining armor that wrapped her whole body, making people think that her petite body was as tall as a hundred thousand feet.

The Wind King's barrier was untied, and the dazzling golden sword appeared from the whirlwind. Suddenly, Saber seemed to realize something, and the silly hair on her head shook. She turned her head and looked at the golden-eyed young man who had already laid out the melon seeds and happy water:

"Shuoyue."

She didn't say anything, but Shuoyue already understood what she meant.

"I know, I know... You're obviously not injured, right? Are you really a man to be so generous?"

"My injuries have been suppressed by you, so I hope you can also heal the curse you brought to Lancer." Saber put on a serious face, "I hope the battle of Warehouse Street will continue, not the beginning of another unfair duel."

"Saber..." Lancer was deeply moved, "Now only your noble fighting spirit can bring a cool breeze to my heart."

When these words came out, Shuoyue raised an eyebrow.

What's the matter, I let you go in the fight and helped you heal, you thick-browed and big-eyed guy are actually yin and yang, right!

So he changed the subject, the golden-eyed young man raised three fingers and added:

"Saber, you can help Lancer... clothing store, this amount."

"Ah!" Realizing what Shuoyue was hinting at, Altria's pupils trembled, her hair drooped, and she fell into a state of entanglement.

Diarmuid: "…………"

Saber, your chivalry is crying!

After Shuoyue mercifully put down two fingers, Saber finally nodded tragically, turning grief and anger into strength: "Come and fight, Lancer!"

"Oh, just what I want, Saber!" The curse of the sea god was lifted, and Lancer's body recovered rapidly under the magic power of Solau. He was focused and no longer bothered by other things, and he exuded a fierce momentum.

The next moment, both sides took the first step of the attack at the same time.

The original duel oath was finally fulfilled, and the duel that was postponed for two nights was resumed at this time.

Although the battle situation this time was a replay of the fight in the warehouse street three days ago, the two men fighting each other in close combat were very different from the first battle - the moves of both sides were more direct and fierce, more concise and shrill, and it was a head-on contest of strength and strength.

Neither side used tactics to deceive the enemy, nor did they test each other. Lancer swung his double guns like the wind, and Saber did not hide her sword path. Neither side had any tricks or secret plans. They both wanted to be faster and more powerful, seeking a critical hit that could overcome the opponent's offensive. They kept waving and turning their weapons in their hands, launching a fierce offensive and defensive battle of one move after another.

The intricately entangled and inseparable holy swords and magic spears rubbed off thousands of sparks, like a hundred flowers blooming. The legendary treasures used with superhuman strength and speed collided with each other, exceeding the speed of sound and almost approaching the speed of light. This duel was a competition of extreme martial arts between the moments of life and death, making it almost impossible to observe the battle.

Kenneth had decisively closed his eyes to avoid being burned by the fierce battle of magic conflict, while Shuoyue stared at the confrontation between the three knights without blinking, trying to substitute the newly learned spear skills with his own swordsmanship, and quickly gained experience.

Compared with his battle with Diarmuid, the collision between Saber and Lancer was more pure, because they were also knights galloping on the battlefield, so the killing between them was more tragic and thrilling.

I don’t know if it was ten rounds or a hundred rounds, after a round of fierce fighting, the two sides finally pulled away and got out of the reach of each other’s weapons.