Yemengarde.

 It feels like ... is playing a live-action version of Monty Python.

 Golden weapons were scattered on the flawless white sand, and a huge black snake was slowly swimming out from the center of the dune.

 It spat out its letters and bit by bit it pulled its body out of the dune, and with each bit it swam out, the dune sank a few points.

 The dry and soft dunes were already messy because of the sailors' climbing, and now that they were ravaged by the giant snake, collapsing on one side and pressing on the other, the fine white sand poured out in a clatter into the stone troughs on the four walls, and the whole cave had long since lost its original appearance, with quicksand all over the place, and the sloping valleys rising and falling.

 It swam as if no one was watching until its body crawled completely out of the sand and coiled around the atrium, raising its serpentine head.

 "Hiss anon!" It hissed up to the sky!

 With a hissing sound, the huge boa burst forward with its head held high and lunged at a fleeing sailor with a blistering speed that was out of proportion to its size.

 In only a matter of moments, its body collapsed into a straight line, bursting forward as fast as lightning.

 It opened its mouth wide.

 The upper and lower jaws opened at a 180-degree flat angle, revealing the fangs of both jaws and the blackened throat inside, meeting their target and spitting out fishy wind.

 The boa is clearly non-toxic!

 But the fishy wind is just a sweep, running sailor will smell the wind want to get drunk, feet a soft fall roll out, and then climb up, the snake's kiss has been close to the eyes, even if he wants to escape, he can not find a way out.

 "Amia!"

 Medaka!

 Lorraine slammed into him like a heavy hammer, both blades held together against her shoulders, slicing into the snake's skin with a boom, sending the twin jaws, as tall as a man's, a meter across the room, grazing the sailor as he slammed into the wall of the cave.

 Sandy and dusty!

 Lorraine stood firm in front of the sailor and gasped, "I say, who is Emiya?"

 "It's ... my sweetheart, Captain! She works as a cook for Sir Sheffield in Liverpool. We agreed that when we returned from this voyage, we would be married in our home town!"

 "That's not something to die for." Lorraine opened her horse stance and slowly raised her twin swords, carrying them upside down on her back, "There may be many weddings in a person's life, but the first one is always the life experience that can't be discarded the most."

 "Yes! Captain!" The sailor was so touched that his legs trembled, "Even though I'm almost married to Emiya, I still can't help but recall my first wedding with Cousin Saren every time I call out her name! It was so youthful then!"

 "Huh? You're in a second marriage?" "Hiss anon!"

 Before the subject of marriage could be discussed to any great extent, the great snake with the injured cheek flung itself across its head in a hiss and swept over like a huge crossbar.

 Lorraine kicked the sailor away and chopped through his teeth. The sharp blade poofed into the snakeskin once more, but he was pushed backwards and flew up with two booms, crashing through the two sandbags left in the field in quick succession.

 The white sand was scattered across the sky! It splashed to the dome and scattered to the ground, obscuring half the cavern in a misty haze, leaving only the second-married sailor and the great serpent looking at each other face to face.

 Sailor gulps miserably ...

 "Sa ... Cousin Salem, I was wrong! I shouldn't have cheated with Emiya in the cowshed that day!" He raised his voice in repentance to the God of the underworld, who answered his confession with the quickest swiftness.

 The white sand had not yet fallen, and the python had not yet pounced.

 Seven or eight silver tarots shot out of the hanging curtain-like sand, whirling and crashing into the serpent's tough skin, then clanking and slipping away.

 Hina, in her battle dress, leapt out of the sandy curtain at a run on all fours, and with a lift of her hand threw out her sling, lassoing her horse as if to wrap it around the neck of the exorbitant serpent.

 The giant snake's tail flew over with a whistling wind!

 Hina held the sling in mid-air, and seeing no way to avoid it, she pursed her lips and drew her short sword.

 Just then!

 Lorraine suddenly pulled out from the middle of the sand, vertical rise from the ground, springs like inverted curves, the tip of the knife forward, the arms spread out, fiercely, double knives stuck down!

 Psst!

 The blow he poured out drove the twin blades, unsuitable for straight thrusts, into the snake's tail by half an inch, and his top-to-bottom power squeezed it so tightly that it couldn't rise to its intended height, but could only carry him, brushing past Haina's feet with the swiftest of momentums, and slamming straight into the cave wall.

 Boom!

 Lorraine hit the stone wall heavily, wow vomited out a large mouth of blood, behind the wall clicked and cracked spiderweb-like fine lines, zigzagging and snaking climbed out of a long distance.

 Hina was still in the middle of mid-air.

 Seeing that Lorraine had pressed down on the snake's tail, she reversed her strength and drew the sling tight, she used the sling as a prancing, her body swinging through half a circle like a spirit monkey, and by means of the loop, she sent herself up to the snake's neck.

 Noa spilled out another round of silver tarot, seven or eight silver pieces dancing into a wheel in mid-air, sweeping butterfly-like towards the great serpent's eyes.

 The big snake's slithering eyes were as big as a leather ball, not even blinking, it was simply impossible to shoot off. However, when the silver tarot hit it, it actually couldn't break through the transparent pupil membrane, just like when it hit the snake's scales earlier, it bared its teeth and slid away.

 This harmless attack however made Orochi feel the pain!

 It reared its head, but was kept from doing as it pleased by the seemingly tight seven-inch lock of Hina's sling reins.

 It swung its tail, and with blood still spilling from the corners of its mouth Lorraine braced herself to pull back with all her might, making it difficult for it to get what it wanted.

 The two men and the snake stalemated for a few moments, and Orochi could only watch as Noa herded the flamboyant sailor into the cavern.

 This was the last sailor still stranded in the cave.

 Lorraine's face was red from the excessive force, and her head was bruised on the back of her hand.

 "Yacharin! Fire!"

 Yacharin sat frozen on the ground, the four-pounder cannon that had rolled to the ground at his hand. His body jerked at the sound of Lorraine's hoarse shout, "Are you crazy? The cannon will collapse the hole!"

 "You thought ..."

 The serpent raised its tail in a surprise attack style!

 This more than ten meters long behemoth in the strength of the original far better than Lorraine, the two sides horizontal stalemate, Lorraine all rely on a mouthful of courage and hard resistance, and now it is a change of direction, Lorraine no resistance, the sky and the earth, has been thrown into the sky by the serpent.

 Head down, feet up!

 He drew his twin swords in a fury, and while he was in mid-air, he tried to counterattack, but Orochi was one step ahead of him and sent out a second strike!

 This time it's the head!

 The serpent relaxed its long tail and flung it across its head, tugging on Sok's Hina as she floated up like a centrifugal blob, watching as the serpent opened its jaws and bit down on Lorraine, who was unable to defend herself.

 Unavoidable?

 Between thoughts, Hina rolled over and let go, stepping on the taut sling.

 With these micro, ordinary people can never rely on the force of action like flying run up, a few big steps heavy leap up to the snake's head, followed by leaping over the upper jaw, toes in the python's snake lips a little bit, suddenly accelerated, snatched before the snake kissed and embraced Lorraine's waist.

 The two drifted away horizontally, grabbing the body and landing on the ground, the full force of the Sen Boa's blow swooped in the air, like a derailed train crashing straight into the cave wall!

 Boom!

 Stone chips flew and the cave shook.

 Lorraine stepped on the ground with Haina in her arms and turned her head to roar at Yacharin, "Do you think this hole won't collapse if you don't fire the cannon! Fire!"

 Ka-la-la-la-la!

 The cobweb-like crevices were becoming larger and larger, joining together and gathering into folds, and by the light of the torches on the cave walls, even Yacharin, who stood at the far end, could already make out the spreading cracks.

 He knew that Lorraine hadn't lied to him.

 His face hesitated in fear between seeking death and waiting for it, and finally, with a trembling voice, he bit his lips and shouted with a sobbing voice: "Set up the guns! Quickly, set up the guns!"

 As if in a dream, the sailors of the gunnery squad were on their hands and knees, re-lifting the guns onto the gun carriages, filling them with powder, and loading them with ammunition.

 Lorraine watched the boa turn back, and it slowly turned back, spitting out letters and coiling up.

 Lorraine and Haina looked at each other, shoulder to shoulder, raising their twin swords high, swinging their blades horizontally to face their powerful foe.

 He took a deep breath, "Noya, take the sailors with nothing to do and run ... the farther, the better."