Chapter 42

["You still ask him to put down his weapon and fight you fairly with bare hands?"]

["..."]

[Medusa fell into silence.]

[Her current state is quite bad.]

[Previously injured in the duel with Archer, and consumed physical strength.]

[Even without any adjustment time, she started a melee battle with the strongest sword-class servant.]

[Continuing to fight like this is no different from chronic death!]

[But thinking of her disgusting Master...]

[Medusa's tightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, and her expression gradually calmed down.]

[Maybe Matou Makoto thought he was doing it very secretly, but how could he escape the perception of a heroic spirit?]

[From the insect cave in the basement, when the wind blows, it will scatter a thick rotten smell.]

[Such a notorious villain, even if she is the vicious snake demon in ancient Greek mythology, she doesn't want to assist, returning to the Throne of Heroes seems to be a good destination.]

[For Medusa, death is not a terrifying end of life.]

[However...]

[Even if it is death, it must be fought upright and upright after trying her best to fight for everything!!]

[Rider's beautiful dark purple eyes flickered, and magic power began to surge into her eyes.]

[The highest-level A terrible Mystic Eye ——.]

[Slowly waking up...]

This tragic tone made people's bad feelings about Medusa fade away.

People sighed.

The Observer Network bullet screen also jumped up, countless people vented their complex moods.

"Is this scene going to get a lunch box?"

"She doesn't seem as cold and vicious as in Greek mythology."

"I also think she should be a gentle and soft-hearted person."

"Happy QAQ......"

"Medusa is so good, following Makoto is simply a pity..."

"R-sister: What kind of ghost animal Master is this?"

"Looking closely now, Medusa is actually still very good-looking."

"Not just good-looking, it's simply as beautiful as a fairy in a painting!"

"Cute three-no big-chested big sister, who doesn't like it!!"

"Hope R-sister doesn't die..."

"Forget it, if R-sister doesn't die, Makoto, this disgusting thing, will pick up the Holy Grail."

"If Luo-kun was the Master of Rider, it would have been reversed just now, right."

"Met the wrong person!"

42. Pseudo-Spiral Sword (Caladbolg II), stop fighting, mysterious figure!

The camera turned again, coming to the bright building under the leisurely moonlight.

The Archer group was standing on it, both of them raised their eyebrows slightly, looking down at the battle situation wantonly.

Compared to the playful boy, the female heroic spirit had a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, a sigh.

How many years have passed, still moved a lot when seeing this scene again.

[As if her heart was shaken, she smiled and shed tears, containing a silent sadness.]

[But she calmed down in an instant, her heart turned into a sword, cutting off the feelings, strands of thick nostalgia dissipated in the breeze.]

[Her past had been buried in that piece of ancient history, unknown, unsung.]

[Only when driving the unlimited sword, did she suddenly realize her origin.]

[The ancient white-haired female heroic spirit mocked herself and sighed: "Master, not planning to intervene?"]

["From the current point of view, Saber's Master is easy to control, you have the grace of saving her life, killing Rider and allying with Saber is the best choice."]

["No need."]

[Luo Shu crossed his arms and smiled leisurely: "I like watching women fight the most."]

[The cold wind blew, blowing the dashing moon-white clothes corner.]

[Just a dashing son, white clothes laughing at the red face.]

[The white-haired royal sister became interested, raised her eyebrows: "If I want to kill Rider?"]

["Then kill, just follow your heart."]

[The boy in moon-white feather clothes smiled, not caring at all.]

[He didn't have much desire for the Holy Grail, only participated in the war because of the identity of the Three Families, and also had the idea of verifying his magic practice.]

[The servant has no intention of betraying, why not let her do it?]

[After all, people responded to his summoning, naturally longing for victory.]

[Why stop her?]

["My Master is really an amazing mage."]

[The white-haired royal sister smiled, but her eyes looked at the bottom seriously.]

[Then, accompanied by strands of pure blue arcs bursting in her hands, the B+ rank Noble Phantasm Kanshou and Bakuya were projected into her hands, the dual swords, one black and one white, set off an elegant style.]

["Crack——."]

[In Luo Shu's surprised gaze, the sword handles of Kanshou and Bakuya joined together.]

[Accompanied by cold mist surging, it actually formed a long bow that was pitch-black and white, pure as glaze.]

[The white-haired royal sister's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, pulling the bowstring with one hand, endless magic power poured into the bow body, as if the hero's spirit that could shake the sky overflowed.]

["——Pseudo-Spiral Sword (Caladbolg II)!!"]

[She muttered the spell, mysterious and profound, like a vortex attracting attention.]

[From her palm, a spiral sword with gorgeous patterns appeared.]

[This is the magic sword held by the Irish hero Fergus mac Róich in Celtic mythology, the prototype is an A+ rank Noble Phantasm, the holder is the foster father of the hero Cu Chulainn, also from Celtic mythology.]

[Archer improved it into something that can be used as an arrow, projected.]

[Cu Chulainn bears the fate of being defeated once before this sword. In other words, this sword can also be said to be Cu Chulainn's natural enemy.]

Seeing the annotation, people all over the world burst into laughter.

"Isn't this aimed at my dog brother?"

"Happy, dog brother is miserable."

"Cu Chulainn: If you are a man, fight heartily!"

"Archer (takes out Spiral Sword): Where is my son? Come and die quickly!"

"This white-haired female heroic spirit is too awesome, from the well-known Kanshou and Bakuya in the East to the magic sword in Celtic mythology... she can project them all, this span is too big!"

"I suspect she has a huge arsenal, can project all the Noble Phantasms in the world!"

"Good heavens, what is her identity?"

"Could it be the most ancient king in legend, the King of Heroes Gilgamesh who possesses all the treasures in the world?"

"Hiss, very likely!"

"Then Luo-kun is not going to win steadily?"

"Stable, stable!"

The screen is still continuing.

[The white-clothed noble son was also a bit surprised, holding his chin and thoughtful.]

["To be able to project even this kind of Noble Phantasm, it really gave me a lot of surprises..."]

[On the top of the building, the white-haired royal sister looked solemn, her plain hands placed the spiral sword on the bow, instantly turning into a terrible magic arrow.]

[She raised her right hand slightly, pulling the bowstring to full string.]

[Aiming at the purple figure several kilometers away, and predicting the opponent's next move.]

[Then, let go of the bowstring...]