Chapter 741: Lend Me Your Holy Grail (4,500 Words)

Milian made curry sticks.

This is the sword she swung with all her magic power to win.

In her family, the glorious deeds of countless ancestors are recorded.

Although some of these deeds are inconsistent with historical facts, this does not prevent Milian from growing up in the glory of her ancestors since she was a child.

At the end of these family inheritance classics, it is recorded that the ancestor died because of betrayal.

The traitors declared that King Arthur had no heirs.

Some historical research even claimed that King Arthur did not exist at all.

But it must be there.

The existence of Milion, the title she inherited, and Pendragon's bloodline are all iron proofs that the King of Knights existed back then.

She firmly believes in it.

This kind of firm belief has also become Milian's belief, allowing her to live until now.

When she was one year old, when she caught the week, she caught the family crest, and the whole family celebrated together.

At the age of two, the first word she learned was "Excalibur".

When she was a child, she often raised her wooden sword and shouted curry sticks at the human-shaped wooden target.

At the age of four, she slept with her ancestor's sword in her arms every day.

At the age of six, she began to learn swordsmanship.

The prevailing kendo at that time was the main thrust. But she prefers to pay New Year's greetings, and thinks it is more enjoyable.

At the age of eight, she had bumps and bumps, and was abused over and over again by the family's kendo teacher.

The teachers shook their heads one after another, sighing inwardly that Milian, who caught the family emblem at the age of one and was destined to carry forward the Pendragon family, had a worrying talent in the way of swordsmanship.

At the age of twelve, a big sister in black clothes and a mask quietly came to the Pendragon family, saying that she wanted to teach her "the way to win".

The eldest sister had short blonde hair, which was very similar to her hair color, and had a cold voice, which somehow made Milien feel good.

She foolishly thought,

It would be great if I could have such a beautiful voice when I grow up.

Under the big sister's mask, there must be a very beautiful face.

The girl's heart was filled with something called "longing".

At the age of thirteen, she became enlightened, became awesome, and began to beat all invincible opponents of her age.

At the age of fourteen, the mysterious big sister left and never appeared again.

The eldest sister said that one day, they will meet each other.

At the age of fifteen, she inherited the title of "Knight King" and formally inherited the sword of her ancestors, and her appetite began to increase, doubling and multiplying. The old people in the family are very happy, and it is said that the ancestors in those days were also very good at eating.

Milian believed that the sword of the ancestors, the glory of the ancestors, was invincible.

"Must win".

That's why that sword is called "Sword of Promised Victory".

It means—"I swear an oath with this sword to bring victory to the kingdom"!

But,

But,

But.

"Plop."

The exhausted Milian kneeled on the ground involuntarily, her knees gave way.

She stared blankly at Zhao Zilong who was twenty meters away.

Except for the violent shaking of his right arm, his whole body was unscathed.

This sword didn't even penetrate the opponent's fluttering cloak.

He actually blocked it!

But it didn't completely block it!

In that gorgeous golden light, Milian could clearly see what happened at that moment just now.

Zhao Zilong was in the middle of the flash, his gun tip was shaking wildly, the frequency of the shaking was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch. The trembling spear tip, when the light of the sword was about to hit the front, deftly pushed aside a corner.

It was that seemingly easy stroke that pushed Milian's Noble Phantasm "Sword of Promised Victory" aside, and slanted towards the sky.

Zhao Zilong raised his head to the sky and screamed, extremely happy.

He let out a pleasant laugh, as if he felt excited because he blocked the sword.

Milian suddenly felt that she could understand the other party's mood very well.

Such a powerful sword, if she can block it, she will laugh like that.

"I lost."

Milian bowed her head.

Zhao Zilong walked towards Milian step by step.

In the process of walking, Zhao Zilong's trembling right arm returned to calm following his steps.

In fact, Zhao Zilong was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.

At that moment just now, he used ingenuity.

Facing Hong head-on, he couldn't fight that sword.

"Actually, I was the one who lost. But in the end it was me, Chang Shan Zhao Zilong."

Zhao Zilong pointed his spear horizontally, and gave the enemy general Milien the highest praise.

The implication is that the sword he blocked was not a clash of warrior swords, so he lost.

But he will win the generals duel on the battlefield, so he won.

He, Changshan Zhao Zilong, will take down the head of the enemy general!

"No."

Milian struggled to get up, and with her last strength, she stood up the golden long sword in front of her.

Obviously she was exhausted.

Obviously she didn't even have the strength to swing a sword.

It was obvious that her magic power had been exhausted, and she could no longer squeeze out a drop or a wisp.

but,

Miriam stood up anyway.

The glory of her ancestors warned her that she could die and be defeated, but she must never give up, and she must never lie down and be killed by the enemy.

"Shine, glory of the ancestors!"

On Milian's face, there was a determination to die!

"pretty."

With a movement of Zhao Zilong's body, the spear stabbed straight at Milien's throat!

"Sorry, her life is mine."

Just when Mi Lien was about to die under Zhao Zilong's gun.

A gleaming bullet shot out of Milian's back.

a bullet!

Milian was taken aback.

It's Yi Lin!

Erin is here!

Here comes the cook!

Milian was surprised, but at the same time, deep down in her heart, she was rarely touched.

In front of Zhao Zilong's eyes, a light flashed, and he changed the direction of the gun point almost at the instant the bullet was fired!

"Ding!"

The moment the tip of the Yajiao gun touched the bullet, the barrel of the gun was suddenly bent forty-five degrees, as if it would be broken at any moment.

Zhao Zilong looked at the bent corner gun in shock, but his reaction was faster than his shock, his footsteps changed, he suddenly twisted his body in a strange movement, the spear stretched and swung, and the terrifying force from the tip of the gun, Eighty percent of it was removed in an instant.

"Let the world feel the pain from now on!"

A circle appeared behind Milian, and Yi Lin, holding two guns, appeared from behind the transmission circle. Seeing that Zhao Zilong blocked the shot with the strength of his spear, he didn't hesitate to block it, then glared at Zhao Zilong who had not adjusted his posture, and released [Catastrophe Haunting].

this time,

Congratulations to Yi Lin for finally reading all the limitations of her skills.

But the long recitation is not because of Yi Lin's whim, nor is it because of Yi Lin's nostalgia for the past. But in fact, when Yi Lin was studying skills and successfully unlocked [Catastrophe], she developed two completely different ways to unlock skills.

One is to shorten the singing time as much as possible, infinitely close to the "instantaneous" effect.

The second is to greatly increase the infusion of psionic energy while retaining the original chanting limit, so that this low-consuming skill becomes a medium-consuming skill, expanding the influence of negative states.

In short, those who have been recruited can greatly reduce the resistance of the "will" attribute, and will inevitably suffer from more than two negative states, and the duration of the negative states will be extended!

Under the influence of the rules of the Holy Grail War, each suitable class has strengthened its "anti-magic power", giving them terrible resistance to various magic effects and negative states.

From the moment Yi Lin understood the rules of the Holy Grail, she realized that the world seemed to be full of malice towards him.

Therefore, facing Zhao Zilong, a legendary military general with great military exploits in his previous life, Yi Lin can only use this method of lifting the ban to make his skills effective.

The invisible and colorless power of calamity shot towards Zhao Zilong.

So far, in order to block Yi Lin's ten-layer charged super-charged bullet, Zhao Zilong's body has not recovered his balance.

This is the best time to attack!

Yi Lin knew it was not kind to do so.

But even Mi Lien, who is good at close combat, was forced to fight Zhao Zilong in a single duel. Talking about martial arts with the other party is self-inflicted humiliation, and there is no shame in it.

Yi Lin believed that with the other party's mind, she wouldn't mind such details.

"Hey!"

Zhao Zilong blocked the bullet, and the ground collapsed under his feet.

The force of the bullet was taken away by him.

At this time,

On Zhao Zilong's chest, the mirror-like ornament flashed with light.

The more dazzling reflection bounced back to Yi Lin from the mirror.

"My grass?"

...

"Hundred evils do not invade the heart-protecting bronze mirror"

"Level" B

"Type" vs Magical Noble Phantasm

"Effective Range" 1~15

"Maximum catch"?

...

The invisible force of calamity bounced back towards Yi Lin after being reflected by the heart guard.

Fortunately, Yi Lin reacted quickly.

Without further ado, another ability was activated.

"Aww chug chug—"

In the void, in front of Yi Lin, a burst of square-shaped streamer appeared.

The blue squares quickly formed the shape of Night Dire in front of Yi Lin.

The lonely gentleman of Cybertron, Nightmare, comes across the border!

Nightmare has appeared!

It hasn't been played for a long time. Before the body is fully condensed, the exhaust pipe that is half condensed has already released waves.

It knew that it had a heavy responsibility, and in mid-air, Dire took the initiative to transform into Cybertron mode.

The steel giant dinged the ground, blocking the reflected light from Zhao Zilong's breast-protector.

"?"

next second,

Between Zhao Zilong and Yi Lin, the tall Cybertron motorcycle man twisted his waist happily.

Zhao Zilong's face was slightly startled, and the appearance of Ye Dire made him hesitate for a moment.

These successive appearances disrupted Zhao Zilong's rhythm.

It was obviously a one-on-one fight, but it suddenly turned into a gang fight, and no one could accept it.

But he is a legendary general after all, a legendary general who has experienced many battles. After a brief loss of consciousness, he raised the corner gun and stabbed it at the flashing headlight of Night Dire's chest.

The headlights shattered and Dire screamed, but the damage was not serious.

The skill effect of [Catastrophe Haunting] was bounced back and landed on the poor Nightmare's head.

Zhao Zilong stabbed Night Dire one after another, and swung Night Dire on the head, displaying the sportsmanship of equal treatment on the battlefield, without mercy.

Dire's armor plate has been level-enhanced, not covered. Zhao Zilong's hastily fired guns left holes in the armor plate of Night Dire, but they still couldn't move Night Dire's muscles and bones.

With Zhao Zilong's strength, he could stab someone to death without a gun. But Nightmare is just too tough.

Zhao Zilong frowned and gritted his teeth slightly when he noticed the opponent in front of him.

First charm, then stun, and then a blind.

After a series of negative states, Ye Dian was shot by Zhao Zilong one by one for a round.

Zhao Zilong stopped.

"interesting."

Zhao Zilong's spear stood slanted in front of him, and he stopped firing.

Because he found that Yi Lin and Miriam, who were hiding behind the Iron Man just now, disappeared there at some point.

After a while, a burst of light flickered, and Nightmare also disappeared in place.

Zhao Zilong looked into the distance, the looming city, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

At this moment, Sercia issued an order to Zhao Zilong through the command spell.

"retreat?"

Zhao Zilong frowned, lost in thought.

...

This battle is over for now.

For now.

After counting the number of Uruk soldiers who returned alive from the battlefield, there were less than a thousand soldiers left.

To be precise, it was six hundred and twenty-three people.

This is a bloody battle.

Among the six heroic spirits who went to battle, the only ones who returned to Uruk alive were Yi Lin and Miriam.

On the battlefield, there are too many dead. The rest of the people have no ability to collect the corpses for them.

When Yi Lin returned to Uruk City, she was startled by the scene before her.

There was a big hole in the city wall.

Starting from the city wall, a gully ten meters wide extends to the front of the temple.

The people in Uruk, old and young, women and children, suffered a total of thousands of casualties under this wave of attacks.

The entire city of Uruk was shrouded in silent despair.

Under this wave of offensive, the surviving Uruk people seem to have lost the ability to cry.

As far as Yi Lin could see, everyone's face showed a blank and numb emotion.

Among the surviving soldiers, some had mutilated limbs, were covered in blood, and lost their combat effectiveness.

Even Milian, who was always high-spirited, had a rare sad expression on her face when she witnessed the tragic scene in Uruk.

Siduri found Yi Lin with an ugly face and Miriam who was confused in front of the city gate.

"My king has an order, please rest well to meet the upcoming bitter battle."

Siduri was still wearing tulle, bowed and said. Her tone was unbelievably calm, as if everything in front of her could not cause the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

"What about others?"

"My king has an order, please—"

Siduri intends to repeat what she just said.

However, Yi Lin interrupted Siduri roughly: "I ask, where are the people of Gilgamesh?"

Siduri was silent for a moment and closed her eyes.

After a while, Siduri opened her eyes again and replied slowly, "The king has another sentence for you."

"explain."

"If you dare to come to this king's palace to disturb this king's rest, just bring your consciousness of death, reptile." That's what my king said. "

Yi Lin rolled her eyes.

This sentence really has his style.

Yi Lin walked towards the temple tower.

"Master Caster,"

Yi Lin paused, but didn't turn around.

Behind Yi Lin, Siduli lowered her head, put her fist on her bulging chest, and said softly, "Heroic spirits from the future, please, please, witness the future of Uruk."

Yi Lin was slightly taken aback.

He didn't understand what Siduri meant by saying this.

But he still nodded and said nothing.

In this war, no one can stay out of it.

This is true even for Yi Lin and Miriam who joined here out of nowhere.

Their future, their lives, have long been linked with Uruk.

Yi Lin didn't bother to ask where Yan Fenggong, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing went.

If they were alive, they would naturally return to Uruk.

In the wilderness outside Uruk, at a glance, there are no living creatures walking around.

After finally killing "Black Assassin" and walking out of the space of evil thoughts, Yi Lin saw Boer's body at the same place.

Pol is dead.

The whole body was scorched black.

She was electrocuted.

Red hair and Bohr passed away successively.

Yan Fenggong, Michelle, and Gu Tianqing did not come back.

Now, in this unfair war, only Yi Lin and Miriam are left.

"Heh... heh heh... heh heh."

Yi Lin walked all the way to the temple, making a strange laugh.

Along the road, people of Uruk sat in the messy city one by one. They didn't make any sound except breathing and heartbeat.

Yi Lin walked past them silently, stepped on the stone steps, and walked into the palace.

In the empty palace, Gilgamesh was alone, sitting on a high throne, shaking a golden goblet filled with amber ale in his hand.

"You came."

Gilgamesh was silent for a moment, before taking the initiative to speak.

Yilin walked up to Gilgamesh.

There was no prologue, no foreshadowing, and Yi Lin pointed directly at the golden goblet in Gilgamesh's hand, expressing her intentions.

"Lend me your Holy Grail."