Chapter 221 Father (?) and Son (?) (Revised)

"Bang!"

After another fierce collision, Mordred and Diarmuid separated and occupied the positions on both sides.

After the previous battle that was not even a warm-up, the mad storm caused by the sword and the spear tip raged freely on the warehouse street, destroying and trampling everything.

If the two had not consciously restrained themselves, I am afraid that just a warm-up battle between the two of them would have destroyed the entire street.

"What a pity, you can exert such a powerful force with the job of [Berserker]. If you can descend with the job of [Saber], what kind of unparalleled force will you have!"

Diarmuid was amazed at the force displayed by Mordred, and the words of praise came out of his mouth, which made people feel convinced.

But having said that, his movements did not stop. The relaxed double guns rotated a few times, and moved his wrists that were a little stiff due to the collision before, and then he took a posture to continue fighting.

The two guns were spread out on both sides of the body like wings, making it difficult to tell which one would attack him in the next moment. This was a fighting posture that Mordred had never seen before.

Regarding Diarmuid's praise, Mordred said that he would accept the first half of the compliment, as for the latter

Mordred glanced at his master, feeling helpless.

Although his descent job was [Berserker], the strength he could exert in this body was probably a few points stronger than the original body in Valhalla, so Mordred was still a little ashamed and shy about Diarmuid's praise.

However, these emotions were fleeting in Mordred's heart. In such a battlefield, these emotions were unnecessary.

Concentrating his chaotic thoughts, Mordred made another move: "Thank you for your compliment!"

The voice from under the horn helmet entered Diarmuid's ears, followed by the tip of the sword coming straight to his face.

As warriors who have fought and died on the battlefield, both Mordred and Diarmuid are as skilled at fighting the enemy as using a knife and fork, and it has become an instinctive behavior of the body.

So at the moment when Mordred's heavy sword stabbed at him, Diarmuid raised his right hand slightly, and the long spear made a sound wave in the air, brushing off the sword that was heading towards his face.

The short gun in his left hand also moved at the same time, like a spirit snake out of a hole, stabbing at the gap in Mordred's armor at an unexpected angle.

In the previous fight, Diarmuid also tried to directly break through Mordred's thick armor, but the effect was not great, so this time he chose to attack the weakness.

Mordred naturally knew what even her opponent knew, so she held the left hand under the hilt and exerted force, and at the same time used her right hand as a knob to turn the heavy sword in her hand counterclockwise, using inertia to shake off the short gun stabbing at her throat.

Seeing this, the spear in Diarmuid's right hand just left the restraint of the heavy sword, and the dancing spear blade did not hesitate to slash towards Mordred's right hand holding the sword in another trajectory!

As long as the opponent's sword-holding hand can be injured, the victory of this battle is already doomed!

At the moment when the spear blade was moving in the direction, Mordred exerted force on his feet and took a few steps towards Diarmuid, which greatly reduced the attack distance of the spear. This move was self-defeating!

An inch longer, an inch stronger, an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous!

This is also the defect of the spear. Because it is too long, it also has certain requirements in the attack range. If it is too close, it will not be able to be used.

In the past, Diarmuid relied on the short spear in his left hand for a watertight defense, and even counterattacked.

However, this time, the short spear in his left hand was blocked by Mordred's heavy sword. It took a little time to withdraw it, although this time was very short, not even a breath.

But the extremely short time required ultimately left Diarmuid with his perfect dual muskets and a gap that he could not defend, so Mordred kicked him without hesitation.

This is one of the fighting methods of Great Britain, which she learned from countless battles in the past.

Under the strength of A+, Diarmuid's small body did not even stop, and was kicked away directly, and even the pistol in his left hand fell to the side due to the unexpected impact.

Although this kick sent Diarmuid flying, Mordred did not think that it could cause much damage to him. After all, he was one of the three riders, [Lancer]. If he was knocked down so easily, then Diarmuid would be too bad!

So Mordred did not relax at all, holding the heavy sword with both hands, his eyes locked around, as if he was ready for battle.

Not far behind him, Zhao Chen sat on the upper level of the container without knowing when. Under the moonlight, he was staring at the battlefield below, as if he was also amazed at the battle between the heroes.

Of course, this is impossible!

Zhao Chen knew the attributes and abilities of his own Mordred very well. Not to mention facing a [Lancer], even if he added a [Saber], he would not necessarily lose!

Therefore, Zhao Chen did not pay much attention to the battle between Mordred and Diarmuid. He mainly used the live broadcast function of the system to broadcast the game scene in Lu Xiaofeng's world online.

Compared to the mutual attacks between heroes, the game between swordsmen is indeed more interesting!

Especially the group of Qin Shi Ming Yue with their own special effects, each one is more fancy than the other, either the ground is covered with ice flowers (Gao Jianli: That's Yi Shuihan!), or the black and white dragons are flying (Gui Guzi: My swordsmanship is to turn you into a dragon?).

I have to say, this visual experience is really excellent!

"Here it comes!"

Zhao Chen, who was watching the live broadcast with relish, clearly sensed the breath that broke into this battlefield. Two weaker ones were squatting in two secret places, each with a sniper rifle, ready to shoot in the head if they disagreed.

The other two breaths were one big and one small, the big one was leading and was about to arrive here, and the small one followed closely. I think it should be Altria and Irisviel.

In addition, there are several [Assassins] lurking in several shadow places. If Zhao Chen's perception ability was not the kind of indiscriminate, perhaps these breaths would be directly ignored.

These are within Zhao Chen's clear perception range, and there are two, well, three more vague auras outside the range, but they are also rushing over at a very fast speed.

"Emiya Kiritsugu, King Abyss, Madam, Gilgamesh, King of Conquerors and Princess, plus the [Lancer] who has already arrived, the Heroic Spirits are all here, and the Masters are also right. They are not all the protagonist-type Masters like Shirou Emiya. How can a serious magician fight with a Heroic Spirit."

Opening his eyes that were closed to enhance perception, Zhao Chen was a little uninterested. With the third-grade ten-star force level and various BUG-level permissions as a store owner, if he really wanted to, he could end the Holy Grail War tonight.

However, in this way, the meaning of participating in the Holy Grail War game is lost, so the idea of ​​​​being ready to move in the previous chapter was directly erased by Zhao Chen.

"Speaking of which, we should be able to add a few more cups during the Three Kings' Banquet, after all, there are many emperors in my store."

When Zhao Chen was thinking about what to do next, Altria, who had worked hard for two chapters, finally arrived with Irisviel!

Since she felt the two breaths coming from the battle area, Altria entered the battle state without hesitation.

The surging fighting spirit showed her high fighting spirit. The magic power bursting out of her body stirred up a whirlwind-like airflow in the air, which wrapped around her body. As the airflow dissipated, silver armor and gauntlets appeared on her body, replacing the original suit.

Altria's hands were clenched, as if there was something in her hands.

On the other side, Mordred, who was waiting for [Lancer] to counterattack, felt the breath coming from not far away.

The instinct of the body broke out instantly, and Mordred turned around without hesitation and looked over. Based on the induction in the dark, Altria, who had completed the transformation state, also looked up.

Their eyes met in the air, allowing them to see each other's appearance clearly and confirm their thoughts!

"Arthur!"

"Rebellious son!"