"rider." Webber looked sadly at the tall man who had been together for only two days in front of him, who had left a deep impression on him in both spirit and other aspects, and called in a low voice.

"Don't cry." Iskandal's big hand pressed on Webber's head, rubbing his hair and said cheerfully: "Although my journey is about to end, I can't get the Holy Grail as I expected and realize my ambition to conquer the world again, but if I can meet you and fight them, I will be worth this trip this time..."

"But, but..."

"Don't do it. You have heard the conversation we just now. As long as you hand over the curse after I leave, they will leave your life and let you leave. Although I was no longer able to participate in your life and appreciate your struggle at that time, I believe that you will definitely be able to achieve impressive achievements."

“rider…”

"So, Weber, stop belittle yourself, stand up your chest and conquer everything you will encounter in the future like a man."

"This is my last expectation for my master Weber Wilvet, as the King of Conquer. You probably won't disappoint me."

"No, no." Webber cried bitterly, shook his head and couldn't stop his tears.

"Then I believe it." Iskandal laughed.

"Okay, that's all I want to say. I don't like separation either, so don't see me off with this sad expression." After that, he patted Webber on the shoulder and turned around and walked towards Medusa, who was still in a sacred and weird posture...

"Kill!"

Sparks splashed, and Joan of Arc used his flag gun to pick a red spear away.

"Huh?" Iskandal, Medusa, Skati and Lance all turned around and looked at the holder of the red spear.

"Dilumudo?" Lance called in a sure tone.

"Can you actually recognize my identity?" asked the visitor, Dilumudo, with a look of surprise and surprise.

"After all, you were my target before, so how could you not even investigate your identity clearly?" Lance chuckled and said, "But I didn't expect that as an excellent knight, you would actually attack me by sneak attack at this time. It seems that I have put a lot of pressure on your Lord."

"You can understand, that's great." Dilumuduo said with a look that you knew very well, "Then, can you ask you to die?"

"That won't work." Lance shook his head.

"If this is the case, I can only be polite." Dilumuduo sighed.

"Rider helps me to contain the server over there!"

As he said that, Dilumudo rushed towards Lance again.

"I never promised you to fight with you." Iskandal stood there in an unprepared manner, responding with disdain.

"Don't you want the Holy Grail?" Dilumuduo said in surprise.

"I want to use my own ability to get it openly, rather than winning with despicable means like now." Iskandal said openly.

"..." Dilumudo silently said: "If there is another occasion, I would like to make friends with you."

After saying that, Iskandal, who had no intention of cooperation, launched a violent attack on Lance.

Joan of Arc on the side did not stop—

Although she was very conflicted now, she wanted to help Lance to help him block Dilumudu's attack, and wanted Lance to die at Dilumudu's hands. Because in this way, the contract between her and Lance could be lifted, and she no longer had to suffer Lance's torture every day like she is now, and experience the pain that she had never experienced before, which was completely different from the damage of war...

But unfortunately, Lance is not the group of indigenous magicians born in the Moon World, but the wizard from another world, the essence of the true god! The magicians in their hands are completely magical skills in their eyes, so they flashed and calmly avoided the attack of Dilumudo. Then, with a blink of an eye, countless magic missiles bombarded Dilumudo like meteors.

Dilumuduo used the two guns in his hand, like a high-speed spinning shield, stopping all attacks.

But the next moment, Lance appeared behind him without any surprise. With one hand pressed, the violent thunder suddenly burst out on Dilumudo, who was resisting the bombardment in front of him.

"boom!"

Dilumuduo was in pain and staggered out.

"Space Magic?" Dilumudo stopped, turned around, and looked at Lance, who had not done any additional damage to him, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Lance nodded.

"I didn't expect that in this mysterious era of decline, there are people who can master such a level of magic. You are really terrible." Dilumudo looked at Lance and said in a deep voice.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"But, unfortunately, your opponent is me, a servant, not an ordinary human magician, so even if you have magical space power, you still can't easily escape from my attack."

"Lancer, kill him!" Director Ken, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't stand the way Dilumuduo was chatting with the enemy, and directly spoke out his order.

"Yes, master." Dilumudo paused and responded with his head down.

"Scarti, help me find that guy." Lance's eyes stopped on Dilumudo, and shouted to Scarti below without looking back.

"Leave it to me." Scarty smiled.

Then with a stroke of his finger, several ancient Lun runes emerged from her out of thin air, colliding with each other, forming a ball that seemed to be a Luban lock, and then suddenly exploded, releasing an invisible ripples and rushing out in all directions.

"Scarti!? Sure enough, it's that lord." Dilumudo's pupils shrank and his expression was a little solemn.

As a character in Celtic mythology, he naturally heard of the rumors that Skaha, the Queen of Shadow Kingdom, who are both in the same system, and knows the other side of her as the goddess of ice and snow, but he did not expect that he would meet the other side in this Holy Grail War.

Or in the attitude of an enemy.

Fortunately, she is just Skati, not Skaha himself. Otherwise, Dilumudo would not be confident that she could complete the orders given by her master under Skaha's protection.

Then, Dilumudo did not hesitate and launched a heavy rain attack on Lance again...
Chapter completed!