(I don’t know if this chapter can be published, I don’t know if this chapter can be published, because I really have a lot of foreign weapon materials. With my fantasy, I don’t know if I will encounter a high-voltage line and be banned, and I hope I won’t be banned, because I am really just writing some fantasy novels)

The Avenger stepped on his feet and pressed b.

Lancelot, who was stepped on by force, did not respond, and his hands stretched outside seemed to be as if they were dead pig's legs.

It seems to be a serious loss of consciousness. What the hell is that even if it falls from the sky, it won't be lying on the ground for so long instead of oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.

I feel like Lancelot is a bit of a berserker's face, but avenge

But I don’t know that this guy has just been ravaged by a strong man... a strong man among strong men. All the bones in his body were smashed, and even if he was conscious, he couldn’t move. He is now being repaired by a treasure.

However, that guy should have come for these weapons. Not to mention the aircraft cannons, the heavily armored cockpit here is full of guns and ammunition, and the rocket gunners and mines are all weapons he collected from all over the world, various models and styles. However, he smashed two planes with the emperor's body, and then he destroyed a lot of them himself. He buried the fragments himself, and must have been seriously injured.

The Avenger couldn't help but sigh. He was originally prepared for him, so why did he betray him? Now he came to find these weapons but made him look like this miserable. He really didn't want to give him a toast.

However, he didn't stop to take a few ugly photos of the guy being buried, but just accelerated to run forward, and Hector behind him kept chasing him.

Indeed, Hector was pursuing his magic power with all his might. If he didn't hurry up, he would be unable to solve him before he disappeared.

In fact, he didn't need to do this, he didn't need to disappear. He could do everything according to the guy's orders. With his strength, he could definitely survive until the end, and even get the Holy Grail.

Still cutting off the contract, and providing your magic power with the master

The prime minister was aimed at the gun, just because he couldn't do it.

Hector, the great hero, he is the third Holy Grail War

vant, the hero of the gun, had a desire to fulfill, and a loyal master. But that was the third time, and now it was the end of the fifth Holy Grail War.

The master he is loyal to

And the battle situation at that time was no longer there, the efforts he made had disappeared, and everything was already a pile of wind blowing away by the loess. Now he neither wants to be with other masters

The contract does not want to fight with those who are fighting. He no longer has the mood and idea to do the same thing again. He wants to summon himself again.

Kill it because I am mastered

It's not him, he has no exchange contracts, has no intention of interacting with each other, but has been summoned unilaterally, and he cannot be loyal to him. Moreover, this guy's nature is completely incompatible with him.

No matter how depraved Hector could not stand with such a guy who took killing as his responsibility. Everything he protected during his lifetime was his two sides - the country and the people, and both sides must be allowed to eradicate this guy.

Such a guy cannot exist in the world!

With this idea, Hector consumed the last lamp oil of his life, and wanted to make the flames he created to angge

The residue from mainyu was burned out.

However, just before the other party's back, a huge target had been formed in front of him. Hector was confident that he would never let him avoid it. He would definitely prevent his head from being hit, but as long as he slowed down his injury, he would...

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Otection has been fixed in the hands of the great hero, and the silver spearman has been ready to throw, and his target is the guy's waist. When he hits a shot and recovers, he will definitely be unable to move.

With this idea, Hector, who was galloping, aimed the sniper gun at the middle of the guy's two holy skeleton cloths.

However, at this critical moment, I was disturbed by others.

Hector was traveling through the steel armed forces that he couldn't understand, and just as he was about to land on the lower pile of iron sheets, the pile of steel suddenly exploded.

The steel, which had no power to turn on and no external force, suddenly exploded into the air, making a loud bang, turning into a bright spark, blocking Hector's vision and blocking his way.

The front of him was suddenly blocked by a rising flame, and the enemy's traces disappeared. Hector was shocked and stopped, his body in mid-air turned around and flew back and fell.

As he glided across the sand, Hector reached out and grabbed the landing gear of an aircraft, stopped his body, and looked ahead. The black iron sheets and frames flew everywhere, and the pieces of fire fell everywhere. The guy who was still a bunch of steel a second ago has now become a ball of fire.

This...is not formed naturally.

Looking at the fireball, the hero's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already seen the figure in the flames.

Standing in the flames as strong as a demon, with dark armor protruding like ghost horns all over her body, and the red lotus eyes that still shine with resentment in the flames, this se

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Who is it?

He had also seen the berserkers in the crash, but the guy had been silent since he fell, and was stepped on by the black archer on his head without any response. Hector also thought he was fine when he passed by, but he didn't expect that this guy would suddenly start to explode.

Now, reaching out to wave away the explosion of air waves and flames, Lancelot tore a hole around his fire wall with one hand, and the flames were also afraid of this man with a terrifying aura. The fire that could make the alloy steel structure burn was torn apart by the Black Knight with one hand, and the disappearing disappeared without a trace.

Lancelot's broken body looked completely unobstructed. He slowly walked out of the flames. The six strange branches behind him, which I don't know how to describe, were like porcupine's barbs, shaking gently. The thick smoke covering his true body was constantly released in the sound of the friction of the armor, just like the smoke coming out of the residue after burning. Combined with the way he had just walked out, he was like a fire demon who had just extinguished the flames.

At this moment, the smoke demon looked around and then stopped his eyes on the most obvious thing in front of him - he stared at Hector, who was shining with his helmet.

"Do you want to be against me?

"I thought the other party might have just happened to get up when he came over, but now it seems that's not the case, Hector looked at be

Even if he knows that what he is going to do now is not entangled with him, if the other party wants to take action, he can only fight back.

Hearing Hector's words, Lanslot turned his head and looked at the direction of the sound. He walked out of the flames, his red eyes staring at the Silver Knight in sharp contrast to himself. Lanslot didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly. He was already calm in terms of the nature of the Berserker rank. His reason now should be clearer than ever before, but he didn't speak, indicating that he did not want to answer Hector's questions.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to say, Hector doesn't want to waste time with be

He was doing the flow of **, staring at the bloody crack with flashing eyes: "Then answer me a question. I wanted to kill that guy before, why did he come to help him again?"

Still not speaking, his red eyes were just staring at Hector, but as Hector spoke,

His eyes began to shine, and his eyes filled with red lotus fire began to shine, as bright as blood-wailing, and the frosted armor began to tremble, and the sound of a swelling beast was chewing teeth.

Have you been devoured by a crazy curse?

He cut secretly, and Hector couldn't help but mutter, although his rank was fixed on the position of the Crazy Hero Spirit, he became rude after losing his rationality.

Hector secretly clamped his spear tightly and pointed it at the knight who was in front of him. The Guardian Spear was ready to fight against the Lake Light Sword at any time.

The berserker howled wildly, then jumped up suddenly, his limbs wide open, and his momentum was like a flying tiger. It seemed that many heroes liked to attack from the sky today. With this idea, Hector changed his gun from his right hand to his left hand... and then he found that Lancelot flew so high.

He flew too high, too high. He should have jumped up, then fell vertically from his head, and attacked himself on the ground, right? But now that guy flew straight over his head, and judging from the momentum, he would pounce further.

Hector turned his head in surprise, watching the guy jump to the ground, grabbed a slender sword of the A-level treasure, and then jumped up again, landing on a f-22 with three limbs. There were two of the things. Now the Berserker was lying on the tail of one of them.

Didn't come for him!? Looking at the fourth-generation fighter jet behind him, Hector realized that he was just standing in the direction of what he was looking for.

The black archer in front also turned around and saw this, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. It was so vulgar.

I have long understood that guy would have the idea of ​​making these weapons, and chose the only Raptor fighter in the world that is the strongest among regular mass-produced fighters. The F-22 is indeed a normal choice. It is fully stealthy, unloaded after-force supersonic cruise, super maneuverability, high maintenance, vector thrust engine, short-range take-off and landing, highly informatization, major airborne equipment an universal integrated processor, radar alarm receiving machine, CNI system, eoss system an

Alr-94 electronic warfare subsystem, ultra-long-range surveillance radar, short-range combat and medium-range air-to-air missiles, F-119 turbofan engine.

Do you want to blow everything up? Do you want to experience the feeling of being a god of death in person? Choose Raptor fighter, Us manufacturing, whether it is a sea target or an air target, you will kill it for you no matter what it is!

Moreover, as a fourth-generation fighter that followed the F-15, the F-22 can still see the shadow of the F-15. It is all the peak work in propulsion and firepower. If the hero has a physical body, he will feel trembling when facing this Death mount. Now Lancelot has indeed chosen it, but it is too vulgar.

It's so great that when you see the f-22, you will choose it immediately... Alas, it's not that Lancelot is the one who splits out of his body and has his own memory. When you see the weapon, you will definitely choose a weapon with air superiority. When you choose a weapon with air superiority, you will naturally choose an air-to-air fighter that can fight against the force that also has air superiority. Then it's natural that this f-22 is selected. But other weapons are useless. Next, it's probably the old way of fighting the fighter planes vs. Shenwei Wheels.

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Without stopping, he felt that Hector behind him had been blocked for a short time and immediately chased him again, so he did not stop either.

After the Berserker pounced on the f-22, he pressed his hand hard on the silver fuselage. The black and red fire immediately defiled the entire plane, turning it from a high-tech weapon into a death ship that only exists in hell.

But after turning the entire plane into a broken semi-biological appearance,

It did not let it fly. This f-22 is a short-range takeoff model. After being assimilated into his treasure by the Berserker, it can even be lifted vertically. However, the Berserker did not do it. After briefly connecting the plane, he suddenly raised his arm. It was a narrow and long stinging sword he was holding, which was completely inconsistent with his devilish temperament.

Then, then, then... he stabbed the sword in his hand into the rear of the plane.

Hector watched the guy do something about cutting the plane, and then he suddenly heard the black archer screaming from the front: "Damn, what are you doing?"

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At this moment, he even forgot to run. He turned around and screamed at the guy, screaming: "What are you doing? That's a bird of prey, one for 200 million, you..."

Lancelot doesn't care about his size, so he doesn't ask what people say so far away. The guy didn't finish his words. He raised his sword and fell, and had already cut four swords. Although the sword and the plane in his hand were all his assimilated arms, the difference is that this is black a

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The projected A-level treasure, and what he assimilated in his hand was only precision mortal iron. He could turn anything that could hurt people into his own D-level treasure, but if that thing itself was a high-level treasure, then its level and power would not be reduced when assimilated, so it cannot be compared at all.

Not to mention cutting butter with a quick knife, it is also like cutting the chopsticks and wearing tofu. In a few strokes, the outer skin of the steel was peeled off, and the birds of prey became bald chickens.

"What do you want to do!!!" the black archer in front yelled anxiously. Although the guys he brought back were used as weapons, he chose them. He liked them. Now that he didn't need to be ruined by this guy, he could not bear it.

But soon he could bear it again, because Hector's galloping figure made his mind wider, and then continued his previous movements and ran wildly, but he ran reluctantly, and his lingering expression was obvious at a glance.

But Lancelot did not wave his sword randomly, and every stroke of his hand was related. He cut and peeled the steel shell, and from the broken place, the cut was as horizontal as a mirror, and the precision facilities inside the aircraft were not damaged at all under the steel skin. At this moment, he became the manufacturer, designer and assembler of the aircraft. He knew everything, every place, every screw, every line, and every electric board. Therefore, when he started, he cleverly avoided all places, which not only ensured that he would tear the alloy skin, but also not damage the precise equipment inside.

He seemed to be looking for something, quickly peeling off the iron shell that was blocking him. The Dark Knight quickly waved the sword in his hand, and the posture of the Butcher Ding cutting the cow also had a strange beauty.

The black archer with a good look also saw something was wrong, but he didn't know what Lancelot wanted to do, and Hector also chased him closer and closer, so he couldn't stop and observe carefully.

Now the second half of the f-22 is already terrible, the tail armor is gone, all the facilities wrapped inside are leaking naked, and Lancelot finally stopped the sword in his hand, and it seems that he has found something hidden in the alloy shell.

After a burning eye glance, Lancelot inserted his sword into the tortured plane again. After wandering around and vertically for a few times, he snapped a huge thing out with his sword.

"That's..." Black a

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Seeing what he is looking for does not mean understanding. Moreover, he has a feeling that although he doesn’t understand what he is doing, he always feels that it will be very powerful.

It is a cylindrical thing with a diameter of more than one meter and a length of about five meters. You may not understand what it is, but you still know some of the things on it. Lines, electric plates, pipelines, and even turbines. This huge cylindrical facility is loaded with many such small precision components. What is this?
To be continued...