Spearman’s Growth Story

“Ah—speaking of which, I really haven’t heard an idol’s concert once. Mingming and Little Yi Li have known each other for so long and have not listened How many songs have you sung seriously…. So, make an appointment with me. When we meet next time, you must sing it to me.”

So you must not die here.

this World must continue.

“…Um!” The eyes are shining, but this scene of destroying the image of the idol is hidden deep under the helmet, not at all anyone can see, “I remembered, I have an appointment. ! You are the assistant recognized by this idol, don’t want to skip work! Absolutely!”

As if planning to imprint Zhao Huang’s silhouette on the retina, Long Niang gave him a last look. , Then turned around and left without looking back.

“Hah…Is it over. Uncle me, but I almost fell asleep? The relationship between young people is really hot and beautiful, isn’t it?”

Long sighed, Hector held the long spear hard, suppressing his body’s desire to charge ahead. The first hint Helen gave him with the power of shards, due to its abundant magic power, the effect was almost at the level of the spell.

If it weren’t for Hector’s own magical power as high as b-level, he would have no way to have an equal dialogue with Zhao Huang like this.

So, it’s not that he wants to fight or not, but that this battle must be fought.

“Sorry, I made you wait for a long time.”

After jumping a big step to get the distance, Zhao Huang took a posture.

“My name is Zhao Huang, the Blood Race of God Hestia.”

Zhao Huang reported his own name without the slightest hesitation-in this era style.

Hector will not understand this meaning.

He slowly opened his eyes, but after all, he curled up his mouth from the bottom of his heart.

In the end, the end can be ushered in this way. So no matter what the result is, he will not complain anymore.

“My name is Hector, the son of Priam, King of Troy.”

――――Speaking of which, the guy who fought against him in the city of Troy, is also A Demi-God?

I really have a relationship with Demi-God.

His eyes condensed and Hector lowered his center of gravity.

“One win!” X2

Boom!

At the same time, the two pikemen smashed into each other like arrows from the string!

PS: There are several choices for the next volume. I plan to take a look at everyone’s intentions in the post (not necessarily all will write) here.

One: fate/accel zero (of course, a limited edition of this book)

Second: fate/apocrypha (same as above)

Part three: dating The big battle

Fourth: re0

The main reason for making such a ps this time is that after this volume is finished, it is a bit unclear to everyone’s taste. The stupidity needs to be temporarily slowed down, and at the same time understand everyone’s taste. Recommendations other than options can be posted here.

041 Go all out

Swish–clang!

Long spear fight.

Poisonous snake and poisonous snake bite together.

Whether it is the slender side or the relatively wide side, at this time they have exerted their greatest sensitivity.

The gun blade collided with the sword blade and bounced, leaving sparks in the atmosphere.

“Not bad, little brother. Compared to the first time you played, you are the guy who is worth uncle me!”

Long spear flow, gun barrel It cracked with a crisp sound.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, Hector clenched his right fist and slammed on the barrel of the gun that Zhao Huang had set up, and finally grabbed the gap and swung a cross.

This is the tactic he used last time.

A long spear, in his hand, is a gun, a sword, or a stick.

The general of tall and mighty showed his martial arts to Zhao Huang without reservation.

Although, compared with his spear-throwing technique, these battle skills are little tricks that can’t compete with contemporary heroes, but they are limited to that era. Take it elsewhere, this kind of trick is enough to dominate one side.

For example, now–

“Huh?!”

His eyes widened suddenly, Zhao Huang couldn’t think about it, and it all relied on instinct to make his body follow Heck Tor leaned back with the force of his fist.