Chapter 94: One Battle, Victory! (Please Order First!)

The severe injury to his chest made Lancer's mind dazed for a moment.

What he smelled in his nose was no longer the smell of rust, but the fragrance of trees in the forest, and the smell of rotting leaves falling down.

The sound of the collision between the spear and the sword was crisp, just like... in the past.

He had also had a moment of desolation. In order to pledge his oath to become an exile, he fought against the spears from all directions with his own strength.

The next moment, this handsome spearman opened his eyes and shouted angrily, and the spear in his hand became more heroic, sweeping away the stepping Shuoyue and even the dozens of weapons that followed him!

But no matter what the situation, he is still the first chair of the Fianna Knights, and still the spearman Diarmuid with superb martial arts!

The flesh and blood body cannot resist the spears. In order to take a step forward, Shuoyue had to project the black and white double swords, hold the vermilion spear, and his knees trembled, almost kneeling down.

As a third-rank rider, Diarmuid's panel is far superior to his. Moreover, although Lancer is now damaged, his momentum is not reduced but increased. If he continues to hold on like this, Shuoyue will only end up being torn apart by the double spears.

Although his skills are not as good as others... Shuoyue's mouth outlined an arc, and he rushed forward with his sword.

I have many tricks!

The spear blade collided with the double swords, and fierce sparks were rubbed out again, but then Diarmuid looked surprised, and the clenched spear was raised high like a python that was punched away!

Looking closely, the golden-eyed young man held a heavy hammer with both hands, grinned at him, turned around, and smashed!

"Boom!" In the majestic air wave, Diarmuid, who hurriedly set up the yellow rose, flew backwards, and the next moment he landed, his legs exerted force and rolled back like lightning.

Close and long distances are all the world of this young man. The victory that belongs to him, Diarmuid Odinah, is only between his spear!

Shuoyue obviously realized this, and while he materialized two Uzi submachine guns and pulled the trigger, he quickly retreated and tried to distance himself.

"It's useless!" The two guns spun around, blocking most of the bullets for Diarmuid. Even if there were stray bullets that fell on him, they were also bounced off under the mysterious suppression. With the agility bonus of Gundam A+, Lancer approached Shuoyue in the blink of an eye like a sports car, and stabbed the magic gun mercilessly:

"You lose, Shuoyue!"

"No——" The golden-eyed young man stopped, with a smile on his face as refreshing as ever, and he was sure of victory.

"It's my victory, Lancer."

The red gun that breaks the magic and the yellow gun that must destroy, one after the other, cut two blood grooves on the fragile flesh.

"What!" Kenneth, who was watching the battle, widened his eyes and coughed violently because of his excessive emotions.

"It turned out to be like this..." Even Saber opened her mouth slightly, stunned and lost her composure.

How is this possible?

This shouldn't happen!

The same shock also lingered in Lancer's heart. The warrior's instinct made him retreat quickly and distance himself, but the excessive shock made him touch the two wounds on his arm and waist, speechless.

"Red Rose that Breaks Demons" and "Yellow Rose that Must Destroy" did work, causing great injuries to the enemy.

But the enemy was not Shuoyue, but him, the owner of the two magic spears!

"When the archer doesn't use the bow, it's not because he has panicked, Lancer."

Opposite him, the uninjured young man smiled, the two magic spears in his hands, red and yellow, were so fascinating.

Red against red.

Yellow against yellow.

Using projection magic to copy the two guns, Shuoyue, who had severely injured Diarmuid first, let go, letting the two magic guns turn into spirit particles and dissipate, holding the dark nameless iron bow in his hand:

"It's because I'm worried that my arrows are too fierce, leaving the enemy no chance to step on the trap!"

The light of dusk fell, and the confident and proud voice of the young man resounded in the abandoned factory, announcing the victory of this confrontation.

After being shocked, the two bystanders also regained their ability to think.

Saber stroked his chest with his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief: "I didn't expect Shuoyue to have such a move. Lancer didn't lose unfairly."

However, the other bystander was not so shocked. Kenneth's face was gloomy, and his whole body trembled with anger and fear.

No one knew the role of these two treasures better than him-at the beginning, Saber was only injured in the finger, and her strength was greatly reduced, and the treasure was sealed, while Diarmuid's entire arm was cut. With such an injury, his defeat was doomed!

Suddenly, the flames in Kayneth's eyes went out, and his eyes turned into an unfathomable sea, with raging waves beneath the calm.

No, there is another way to turn defeat into victory.

He lowered his head, mobilized the last of his strength, and communicated with a miracle he still had.

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[014: Diarmuid (Lancer)]

[Character Information]: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a famous hero in Celtic mythology and a popular knight of the Fianna Knights. The tragedy of Diarmuid's life began with the event of Finn marrying King Cormac's daughter, Granny.

[Hidden Information]: Known as "Diarmuid of the Glorious Face" and "Diarmuid of the Tear of Love". His beautiful appearance earned him the title of "the best lover of women and maidens in all of the land of Ireland" at the time, but he seemed troubled.

[Record Conditions (2/3)]:

1. Obtain Diarmuid's approval (completed)

2. Defeat/kill Diarmuid (completed)

[Record Condition 2 Completed, Reward: "Experience of the Spearmanship of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid"! ]

A huge amount of knowledge poured into his brain, and Shuoyue shook his head. The melee spearmanship that could compete with Saber and slightly gain the upper hand became his nourishment.

If Shuoyue now had a treasure that was not inferior to Diarmuid, he would definitely be able to stage a wonderful double-gun battle with him, instead of just relying on the battle memory brought by the projection weapon.

"Although the wound has a similar curse, it is not unrecoverable..." Lancer also realized that his injury was not right after a brief loss of consciousness, "Really? It's... a fake."

"There is no other way. If the hard power is insufficient, we can only rely on these replicas to win." Shuoyue spread his hands.

"Your Excellency is too modest." Even though the injury on his arm could not be healed for a while, the spearman still showed an appreciative smile. The spirit of the yellow magic spear dissipated, and he raised the red magic spear with one arm, "Playing hard to get, luring the enemy deep... Your tactics are really brilliant."

"But even so, do you still want to continue fighting?" Shuoyue had already sensed Lancer's fighting spirit, and calmly pulled the bow and stringed it.

"That's right." Diarmuid, whose wound was still bleeding, jumped forward and attacked Shuoyue again, "Although I lost the battle, this 'war' for the lord is not over yet."

But this time, the young man holding the bow was no longer merciful, and the iron bow vibrated continuously. Every strike filled with magic power was comparable to a bomb bombing!

But even so, the red spear light still broke through the blockade line - just because Kenneth outside the field raised his arm high and shouted hoarsely:

"Command the Command Seal! Lancer, you must bring me victory!"

"Yes, my lord!"

For the first time, the first time he was summoned, Lancer accepted the Command Seal with his own will.

In just a blink of an eye, Lancer, with the flame of magic burning on his body, rushed to the front, and a magic spear broke the blockade of the two swords without any hindrance and rested on Shuoyue's fragile neck.

"At least in terms of the Command Seal, my lord has never been stingy!" The handsome spearman's face was bright and he announced joyfully, with his left arm hanging weakly.

"Really?" Shuoyue did not comment, and walked sideways from the motionless Red Rose to Saber.

He had already got what he wanted, and the so-called honor and victory or defeat were insignificant.

What's more, he was also looking forward to the battle between Saber and Lancer.

"It's your victory, Lancer."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Shuoyue." Diarmuid bowed his head slightly to show respect to this powerful and humble opponent.

When he raised his head, his eyes passed Saber, who was full of fighting spirit, and inevitably fell on Soraw, who had woken up at some point behind her.

Although she couldn't speak, this helpless woman, the fiancée of the second lord, was looking at the hero's figure with her sincere, sad eyes that told him desperately.