But soon, she sighed, her eyes a little complicated:

"I have to admit that that guy's sword skills are much better than Lancer's marksmanship. If the fight continues like this, the injuries will continue to accumulate, and Lancer will definitely lose."

Arturia didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, but she knew that if she faced Wuming in this state, she would be suppressed mercilessly.

In the battlefield, the fighting continues.

The extremely high agility of both sides meant that after the battle broke out, their movements could not be judged with the naked eye, and the violent winds continued continuously!

The whole process was like a battle between illusory and disembodied shadows. Only the brief pause when the weapons of both sides collided allowed people to see the fleeting figures of the two men clearly.

But Lancer's proud martial arts skills have been suppressed. He can't find a single flaw in the enemy's body. No matter how he slashes and stabs with his spear blade, he is blocked one by one.

But Diarmuid's fighting spirit was even higher than before.

But the same is true for Renn. He seems to be tireless, and his offensive is like a tide without any stagnation.

His A-level durability and physical strength are better than those of a spearman. Even if Brother Brush is exhausted, he can only take a few breaths.

Lancer had gone all out, and the high-intensity battle made all the muscles in his body seem to scream.

But he was still firmly suppressed by Rennes, and there was no hope of a comeback.

A clear understanding arose in Diarmuid's heart that he needed to give it a try. Such a powerful enemy was worth all his efforts!

He has forgotten that the person opposite is a mage. This guy is actually a Caster? Don't be kidding!

The Holy Grail must have been broken! He had never encountered such superb sword skills even in his lifetime.

Realizing his situation, Diarmuid took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and the veins in the arm holding the gun were pulsing.

But before he could take any action, something strange happened.

"Aroundight (Undestructible Lake Light)!"

Ren recited the magic sword's true name softly, his aura surged, and all his abilities increased by one level.

‘We can’t go on like this, otherwise we will definitely lose.’

The pressure increased suddenly. Brother Brush couldn't care too much and chose to take the initiative, almost giving up defense!

He approached Ren in an instant, and the red spear that was as fast as thunder roared through the night sky and pierced his heart.

laugh!

The tip of the spear pierced Ren's body in one fell swoop, but the success made Diarmuid horrified.

‘Spell─Starry Sky Reflection’

Ren, who was stabbed, grinned, his figure blurred and twisted like smoke, and then immediately split into three, slashing at Diarmuid with knives from all directions!

There was a warning sign in Lancer's heart, and the strength of his arms almost exceeded his own limit. He raised his spear and pierced the two fake bodies with both spears, but he was still a beat too slow.

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Ren's real body's eyes were cold, and the magic sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. Taking advantage of the moment when the spearman returned to defense, he revealed his gap and slashed towards Diarmuid's neck!

At the critical moment of life and death, Brother Brush's pupils shrank for a while, and the two spears had already been thrust out. At this time, there was no possibility of a return of defense. He only had time to tilt his head.

puff!

The sword flashed and blood surged out.

Lancer's right arm was cut off at shoulder level! The demon-breaking red rose in his right hand fell to the ground with a clang. This time, the Lancer was already in a desperate situation.

"Was that magic just now? Ahem...I'm sorry, I asked a strange question, and I almost forgot that you are a Caster."

Lancer quickly shook his head, glanced at his bloody shoulder, and held Huang Qiangwei with his remaining left arm.

He wanted to curse him, but he had just decided that the other party was not a mage, so he used magic.

"Aren't you going to surrender after this? Are you planning to continue fighting?" Ren asked as he held the magic knife.

Diarmuid suddenly laughed, with no fear on his face. He pointed the tip of his gun at Ren and said loudly:

"Haha, this is impossible! How can there be any knight who surrenders! Wu Ming, right? I don't know which heroic spirit you are, but your power makes my blood boil.

I have a lot of fun today, come and chop off my head, Diarmuid, and use my blood to embellish your honor! But be careful, don’t be killed by me!”

Although he was seriously injured, Diarmuid had a cheerful smile on his face. He suppressed all his fatigue, and his whole body was as indestructible as an unsheathed divine sword.

"Come and fight! A showdown of life and death!"

Diarmuid's eyes flashed with a frightening look, his body trembled slightly, and his blood was already boiling.

"Okay! Let's fight!!" Ren's eyes were filled with blue light, he also shouted and charged with a knife.

boom!

The next moment, the boiling fighting spirit of both sides almost shook the entire battlefield, and the ground trembled.

Clang Clang Clang!

The magic spear and the magic knife collided almost crazily, sparks kept sputtering, and the deafening roar never stopped, and no one could be seen at all!

The air was roughly cut and shredded, creating substantial wind blade turbulence, cutting mottled and staggered dents into the surrounding ground, and plowing out ravines!

Wait until the figures of both sides pass each other.

Diarmuid's body was already dripping with blood, with blood oozing from horrific stab wounds, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

His eyes were sharp and he slowly raised Huang Qiangwei with his left hand.

The next moment, he forgot about his fatigue, suppressed his pain, and put aside his worries about his Master. He threw all life and death, victory, defeat, honor and disgrace behind him, and only saw the enemy in front of him.

"kill!"

Lancer roared angrily, and the sharp spear point suddenly thrust out, pointing directly at Ren's chest. The speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the power was as strong as the discharge of a cannon!

"kill!"

Ren also shouted loudly, and the energy of the stars in his body was released like a tsunami. He responded with attack, crushing him back with a stronger attack.

boom!!

The roar resounded through the sky, the air waves surged wildly, and the magic power tore through the atmosphere in an instant. The knife and the gun collided, the two men's bodies trembled, and the weapons were swung away almost at the same time.

It's now!

Diarmuid's eyes glowed with astonishing energy, ignoring the whine of his muscles. He shook his arm, squeezed out the last bit of strength, and moved the spear back instantly!

He rushed forward at the expense of his body, almost as a man and a gun, and stabbed Ren's neck with one shot. The speed was too fast, the afterimage flashed, and there was a sonic boom in an instant!

Every inch is longer and every inch is stronger.

At this distance, his spear must hit the opponent first. Even if he may be decapitated with a knife in the end, he can still severely injure the opponent, and even die together with the opponent!

This is his decisive blow.

Diarmuid made this action without thinking about it. Only then did Diarmuid look at Ren, and then he realized that the opponent's palm had already been released.

Why?

Before the shocked expression appeared, the invisible magic knife was still falling.

In Diarmuid's eyes mixed with a hint of confusion, magic power surged, and a dark golden spear condensed into shape instantly, and was held in Ren's hand!

'Spear of the Soul──Breaking the Army!'

Bloody murderous intent swept across the world, like thousands of horses galloping, accompanied by the majestic evil spirit that materialized. After Ren's spear was thrust out, the sound of wind and thunder exploded!

It was faster, more decisive, and more fierce and domineering than Lancer's shot! The gun of destruction flashed across like a thunder, and instantly pierced Diarmuid's gun-holding left arm.

puff!

Blood spattered and Diarmuid's left arm was torn apart instantly!

The dark golden spear passed through his severed arm and continued unabated. It cut across the ground like a drill, tearing up countless gravel and sand along the way, and finally sank completely into the ground!

At this time, the ground began to tremble violently. Diarmuid sat down on the ground with shock remaining in his eyes.

After a moment, Lancer, who was covered in bruises and had both arms broken, came back to his senses. Covered in blood, he watched Ren pick up his guns and sighed.

He lost, completely.

Not only can he use a knife, but he can also play with a gun and combine it with magic. How can the knights fight with a mage like this?

Diarmuid has no doubt that in this Holy Grail War, no one can defeat this magician in close combat.

Although he was tricked due to his inferior intelligence, he was defeated head-on. Diarmuid did not feel any unwillingness or dissatisfaction, but felt contented.

Just like he once tricked Saber, these are all upright methods, and they are not sneak attacks, assassinations or poisoning. There is nothing to say that his skills are inferior to others.

"Amazing, a very amazing shot." Diarmuid knew he was going to die, but he didn't care.

He was still thinking about the battle just now.

Ren picked up the demon-breaking red rose and the inevitable yellow rose, silently recited an analysis, and then looked at Diarmuid:

"The glorious appearance has come to an end like this. Is there any dissatisfaction?"
Chapter completed!