lost narrative poem

Chapter 276

Chapter 276

During the fourth Holy Grail War, the floor tiles of Liudong Temple probably cut corners, and this time it was not spared.

I don't know if there will be any amazing performances in the fifth Holy Grail War after the renovation... At least for now, there is nothing to look forward to. If the courtyard is not spacious enough, two battles will be enough Totally destroy this place.

The battle between Saber and Berserker is the embodiment of the purest power. Just the air pressure brought up by swinging the weapon can become the aftermath that tears the ground and plows out deep ravines, supersonic slashes and bursts of magic power The shock wave, every collision is like a bombardment of a tank cannon!

On the other side, it is another extreme. It is a contest of speed and skill, not a violent collision of strength. Frankly speaking, the two spears of the servant of the Seat of Guns are already impeccable, the long spear is fast and powerful, and the short spear is impeccable. , indeed there are two brushes.

But no matter from the point of view of the pros and cons of the equipment, or from the good suitability of the class for melee combat, he should not be used. It is not even a treasure in itself. The broken Assassin was pushed to such a point.

Although the failure of the plan this time, the unknown situation, and the worry about that strange Caster in the dark, it also somewhat restrained part of his mind and attention, but the main reason was because of the skills on the other side more superb.

Once again dangerously risking his own safety to sell an opening, and then seized the opportunity to return the carbine quickly, ruthlessly and accurately, but was swung away by the five-foot long knife again, a sad smile appeared on Lancer's face—— —

The light of the knife is flowing naturally, with a kind of natural beauty. It is obviously extremely fast, faster than a bullet. I don’t know how much the knife is swung, but there is no trace of fireworks, and there is only a natural, Taoist way. A sense of logic.

It was as if Lancer's return carbine was not blocked by the five-foot long knife in time, but the five-foot long knife swung to that position first, and then the tip of the red magic gun was passed up just right, and then it was naturally blocked.

In terms of literature and art, it can be said that Assassin anticipates the enemy first and arrives later. If it is more straightforward, you can probably suspect that Lancer received black money to fight counterfeit matches. How could it be possible to cooperate so perfectly?

Of course, as for whether he has received black money, only Lancer himself knows. He is tired now, and feels that he must fight to the death.

"Assassin... who the hell are you? How dare you declare your name?" But he didn't want to die without knowing the name of his opponent. How could someone with such skill be an unknown person?

"Sasaki Kojiro, you can call me like this, after all, it is by virtue of this name that I can appear in the world..."

Assassin didn't seem to care about this question at all, and reported his name. The five-foot long knife in his hand grabbed such a gap again, and he was sure to cut off the enemy's head.

Although he was asked not to kill directly and take off the enemy's head with one hit, Medea didn't make him have to let go.

If "Swallow Return" is not allowed to be used easily, if the enemy can't even stand up to his conventional skills, if he is beheaded and splattered five steps on the spot...

Of course, I can't blame others, but I can only blame myself for not being good at learning. Medea will never blame him for this kind of thing, because she also doesn't want this kind of useless heroic spirit, and use it as a treasure for her Master , which makes no sense.

"Sasaki Kojiro? That legendary swordsman?!"

Lancer was startled immediately, and felt unbelievable for a moment, his body just responded instinctively, even Saber, who was fighting hard on the other side, couldn't help but look sideways because of this name.

However, this statement seems to be correct. Just looking at the appearance, you can tell that Assassin is an ancient swordsman in the history of this country, and the length of the sword used is obviously too long, which is in line with the point that the legendary Sasaki Kojiro is best at Nodachi.

But because of this, Lancer felt unbelievable, not because he was shocked by the legendary swordsman, but because he was shocked by the absurdity of the legend itself——

If the enemy in front of him is really Sasaki Kojiro, and he appears in the world with the rank of Assassin, he still has such amazing sword skills.

So what kind of monster is that Miyamoto Musashi who made him lose without even showing off his famous stunt?

"Actually, that's not the case, because the real Sasaki Kojiro doesn't actually exist. I'm just summoned because he just happened to be the legendary swordsman. It's just like an undead existence..."

Assassin seriously wanted to chop off the enemy's head, but at the same time explained to the enemy in a calm tone, although the move was fatal, there was no killing intent on his face, only a calm expression.

"No one will know my own name before and after my death. I am just an unknown swordsman. Since I was summoned by relying on this name this time, I can only have the audacity to recognize that overhead heroic spirit."

"..."

"..."

By the way, where is the report button? !

Lancer didn't want to talk anymore at this time, he was very angry at first, but seeing the dusty expression on Sasaki Kojiro's face, he knew that the other party would not tease and humiliate him in this kind of thing, and immediately turned to It's full of despair.

Although it is confirmed that Miyamoto Musashi took Sasaki Kojiro lightly, it is purely nonsense, because the latter does not exist at all, it is just an overhead heroic spirit, so Miyamoto Musashi cannot be a more perverted monster.

Or rather, if Miyamoto Musashi is really going to come over to fight this terrifying swordsman in front of him, it is completely uncertain whether the legend can be repeated.Maybe in turn, Miyamoto Musashi failed to perform any stunts, and was beheaded by the "Sasaki Kojiro" in front of him.

But it is completely meaningless to confirm these things, and even the powerful enemy in front of him, who was summoned by the overhead heroic spirit of "Sasaki Kojiro", claimed to be an unknown swordsman before his death, which had a greater psychological impact on him .

Heroic spirits are famous heroes in history, heroes in legends, brave men on the pages of books...

Shining brilliance in different eras, interweaving brilliant legends in human history, and in the Holy Grail War, they were able to span different eras. At this point in time, multiple parallel lines converged and intersected for a moment. .

Everyone more or less has some thoughts of competing with each other and striving for strength. After all, Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. The others are legendary heroes, and they themselves are also legendary heroes. Fox, don't tell anyone about Liaozhai.

When they were alive, they had no way to compete with the heroes of other eras. Apart from lamenting that they were born at the wrong time, there was nothing else to say, but after the Holy Grail War provided a stage, they naturally would not escape.

It's not that you can't afford to lose, but if you lose to a hero who is more famous than yourself in history, it is an honor to lose, but if an unnamed undead who has never left a name in history, in a very unfavorable position A level can crush oneself easily and casually...

——That would make people doubt their lives.

After all, heroes are more or less arrogant, and such things are indeed very impactful to them.

The consequences of a momentary distraction are very serious. Sasaki Kojiro waved the overgrown sword without any murderous intent, aimed at the enemy's head again, and slashed at him without hesitation!

Boom--! !

But at this moment, there was a rumbling thunder suddenly!

The violent thunder that erupted from the magic power briefly illuminated the night sky above Liudong Temple. Although it was not a natural phenomenon that fell from the clouds in the moonless night sky, its power was not much inferior, and it was more accurate and targeted... …

Sasaki Kojiro frowned slightly, and directly changed his moves, seeing everything like the wind, and easily avoided the violent thunder that fell from the sky and hit the courtyard right in the middle!

The thunder exploded violently in the courtyard, and the subsequent thunder and lightning air spread rapidly in all directions like dense spider webs, only dissipating completely after piercing through the air several meters away.

Although it still didn't threaten the swordsman in the slightest, it allowed Lancer to escape unharmed.

The battle on the other side was also temporarily suspended, but the violent black knight was not so easy to buy. He was interrupted and stared at Iskandar the Conqueror who suddenly rushed in to interfere with the battlefield with a creepy gaze. .

If sight could kill, the Conqueror would probably be torn apart by now, and the most complete limb that could be found was probably a finger.

This kind of gaze was so scary that Weber shrank his head subconsciously, hiding his body behind the King of Conquerors as much as possible like a quail, not daring to look at the black knight below.

"Hahahaha, it's better to come early than coincidentally... If you, Lancer, leave the stage so early, then my expectations for the Holy Grail War will be much lower..."

The bold, hearty and characteristic laughter resounded through the night sky, and the source of the sound was clear at a glance. I saw a flying object drawing a straight line in the sky, heading straight for this side, and sprinkled purple lightning sparks in the night sky.

The thunderous bang was exactly when the two divine bulls pulling the cart hit the void with four hooves, and the purple lightning flashed the spider web-shaped tentacles, rolling up the atmosphere with a deafening sound, making a huge movement.

The Shenwei wheel hovered in the night sky outside Liudong Temple, and the giant man on the chariot laughed heartily. Unless he didn't notice such a thing, otherwise, how could he not get involved.

The Holy Grail War is called a war, and there are four Servants fighting here at Liudong Temple tonight. No matter how you look at it, it is not a small fight. How can he really pretend that nothing happened?

"Your Excellency must be Rider, right?" Sasaki Kojiro looked at the giant man, shook his head, and said calmly, "The behavior just now is not aboveboard..."

"This...don't get me wrong, I'm actually not just trying to help any side."

The King of Conquerors didn't show any guilt, instead he laughed out loud——

"I just feel that such a rare fighter like you really shouldn't just die like this or be threatened by others. If this continues, neither side will have a good ending. Why don't you just stop here..."

(End of this chapter)