Magical Comprehensive Travel

Connecting to the east of the waterfront park is a warehouse street, which also has harbor facilities, separating the new capital from the industrial areas further east. At night, there is almost no one here, and the dim lights illuminate the street, which makes the scene even more empty. Unmanned cranes are neatly lined up by the sea, looking like huge dinosaur fossils, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

And here is the perfect place for a duel between Servants.

Saber and Irisviel walked on the wide four-lane with dignity like duelists who bravely accepted the challenge. And the enemy boldly stood in the middle of the road. And the strange dress to Ken and the strong magic he exudes all show that the other party is an unusual existence.

The two Servants stopped about ten meters away from each other and confronted each other.

This is the first Servant Saber encounters, and a life-threatening battle is about to begin. She watched each other carefully.

The other party tucked his long hair behind his head, and Saber realized that this was actually a man with decent features. His weapon is quite eye-catching, a long spear about two meters taller than a human being. Among the seven classes, there are three in the Knight's Seat, Saber, Archer, and the Heroic Spirit of the Gun. The man in front of him should be the Servant named Lancer.

The strange thing is that his weapon is not only this long gun. In addition to the long gun he held on his shoulder in his right hand, there was a short gun about a third the length of the other in his left hand.

From the handle to the blade, the two guns were entangled and surrounded by a cloth similar to a spell, so that people could not see their true colors. It was probably a countermeasure to hide the true name of the Noble Phantasm.

"It's finally here. I've waited for a long time, but no one dares to come here... The only one who responded to me was you." Lancer's heroic spirit praised in a low but clear voice.

He didn't put on a fighting stance, but asked Saber with a calm expression: "It's quite a bit of a grudge... I think you're Saber, am I right."

"Yes. You are Lancer."

"Exactly. Ha, I didn't expect to be able to introduce myself to each other in such an ordinary way before the death battle. But I can't help myself."

Saber agreed with this sentence, her icy expression softening slightly. "There's nothing we can do about it. We're not fighting for our own honor. You should have given your gun to your master too."

"Ha, that's right." He didn't look like someone who was about to fight with his life at all, instead he smiled wryly.

Irisviel raised her eyebrows slightly behind Saber.

"Enchanting magic? How rude to a married woman, Spearman."

As for Irisviel's protest, Lancer could only shrug his shoulders with a wry smile.

"I'm so sorry, I've been cursed since I was born. But there's nothing I can do about it. If you want to hate me, hate my birth, or hate you as women."

Saber snorted, scorning Lancer. "You're not expecting, I'll be merciful because of your face, Lancer."

"If that's the case, it would be too boring. So, the Saber class's anti-magic ability is really extraordinary... well, if you ask me to kill a weak woman because of this, then I will lose face too. I decided to wait here for someone who has the guts to come to the door. It seems that I made the right move."

"Then let's begin."

Lancer lifted the lance and spear on his shoulders, and swung his backhand into a fighting stance. The left hand also slowly lifted the pistol. The two spears were spread out and swung like wings, a fighting stance that had never been seen before.

Saber also released the surging fighting spirit. The burst of magic power stirred up a whirlwind-like airflow in the air, and the airflow wrapped around the girl's petite and small body. Immediately, her whole body was wrapped in silver armor, and the magic power turned into armor and gauntlets. And this is the true face of this Knight King Heroic Spirit.

"Saber..." Irisviel swallowed nervously and called out her name. She has been keenly aware of the strong fighting spirit emanating from the two of them. There is no room for her to intervene in this battle. However, she also didn't want to be a mere bystander. At least she is the representative of Saber's Master.

"Be careful. I'll use some healing spells as well, but the rest..."

Saber nodded before she could finish her sentence. "Lancer, please leave it to me. It's just that I'm a little worried about why the other party's Master didn't show up."

As Saber said, Lancer's Master, who has not yet appeared, is still an independent threat.

Generally speaking, the Master will be by the Servant's side, commanding the Servant, and at the same time providing necessary magic support. As long as Lancer's Master has not fully trusted his Servant, he must be hiding nearby, watching Lancer's battle.

"Maybe he has some conspiracy, you have to be careful. Irisviel, I will leave my back to you." The emerald eyes were silently telling, without fear.

Trust the heroic spirit of the sword. Rather than trusting this Heroic Spirit who considers itself its master, trusting in one's own decision.

"Got it. Saber, bring me victory."

"Yes. I will." Saber nodded firmly and took a step.

To Lancer, to his spear.

On top of the container by the port, Mu Hantian was holding Sakura, and beside him was Tsubasa Yuzao.

The four of them were coldly observing the battle below, but such a close look did not make the two fighting below have any awareness.

"Brother, is this a battle between heroic spirits?" Looking at the two people fighting together below, Sakura said with some fear, it was hard to imagine that just using a cold weapon would destroy the entire street battle.

"Yeah, don't be afraid of Sakura, your brother, I am stronger than them." Mu Hantian chuckled, seeming to sense the worry of the little girl in his arms, so he couldn't help comforting her.

"Well, brother is the strongest." The little girl said coquettishly, snuggling into her brother's arms and enjoying her own happiness.

"Hmph, that obviously belongs to the concubine." Yuzao pouted, looking unhappy.

"Okay, don't make trouble. Keep watching and see their strength."