In an instant, Lancelot rushed in front of Saber.
Saber only felt a terrifying force coming. In such a hurry, his strength was unable to work at this time, and he staggered back.
But Lancelot did not hesitate at all, and the magic sword in his hand quickly slashed towards Saber's neck.
The air was directly cut off, and the half-moon-shaped slash made a roar as if it was real. Before it made contact, Saber's neck was compressed and a bloody mark appeared, proving that this attack was not in vain.
Saber's azure eyes were still somewhat dazed, not knowing why the situation had taken such a sudden turn for the worse, but he no longer had time to ponder. He moved his legs, leaned his upper body back, and made dangerous moves amidst the whistling sword lights.
The silver-white armor on his body made a clanging sound as it could not bear the weight, and the clear sword blade was only a millimeter away from Saber's nose.
After barely dodging the sword, Saber quickly turned the holy sword in her hand over in this short turn and slashed at Lancelot.
"boom--!"
Lancelot's chest seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. The magic power contained in the sword turned into a storm that wrapped around it and exploded in an instant, repelling him again.
"Why, Sir Lancelot! Can't you understand my wish? The feeling of trying so hard to save the relationship but still being unable to change it and having to sit back and watch the judgment of fate come, if it were you, you should be able to understand it!"
The knight, who had been friendly just now, became murderous after hearing the way to realize his wish. This denial, which felt like a betrayal, made Saber feel at a loss.
"All the tragedies started because of me! Only if King Arthur chooses someone else can Britain be saved. This is the ideal I am fighting for!"
"Really?" Saber's anxious face was reflected in Lancelot's lavender eyes, and his tone became colder.
"——Then you can just drown with your ideals in your heart."
Without any hesitation, Lancelot raised the greatsword in his hand and swung it at Saber.
Saber skillfully used the holy sword in her hand to block the opponent's sword, and then suddenly used force to shake him away.
The indestructible Sword of Lake Light and the Sword of Salvation forged in the inner sea of the stars rubbed against each other, emitting piercing roars and dazzling sparks.
"Why don't you understand!" In the fierce battle, Saber was also really angry. Even though the person in front of him was not the Lancelot he was familiar with, he roared and spit out his heart's voice.
"I am not qualified to be a king. I swung my sword to protect others, but in the end, I did nothing! Now, I only have strength left, but it is not everything to me. I must realize justice! In order to save Britain, I can't do it even if I stand in its way!"
Saber gritted her teeth and swung her sword faster and faster, leaving clear traces in the air.
The cold wind filled Lancelot's lungs, but it could not freeze the anger in his eyes.
"——Who would understand this?"
Stubborn and naive, he had done nothing wrong, he had given up so many desires and shouldered the kingdom, but he denied himself even after his death and continued to devote himself to it. Lancelot could not tolerate this.
Just by seeing the shadow of the little girl on King Arthur opposite him, he felt that the burning madness was about to consume him.
He must be corrected.
When the two holy swords collided again, Lancelot seized the opportunity, cut into the wind wrapped around the Saber Sword, and slashed at the opponent's wrist.
As expected, Saber quickly changed her tactics, twisted the hilt of the sword, and stabbed herself in the chest.
But Lancelot had no intention of retreating. He had had enough. While Saber was attacking, he also left the goal wide open. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.
The mirror-like sword in his hand began to operate at overload. The magic power hidden within it burst out, and the azure blue light like lake water enveloped the entire sword.
Saber's pupils shrank, knowing that Lancelot had released the true name of the Noble Phantasm, but he had no way to retreat. He also released all the magic power in his body in one breath to use as a boost, piercing Lancelot's spirit core.
"Such ideals are meaningless! If you can't even understand this, then I'll see you next time, my king!"
But Lancelot was not afraid. The moment he saw King Arthur, his wish had been answered, so death was just the beginning of the next atonement.
There is absolutely no way Saber can escape this attack.
But he is worthy of being his loyal master. Even at this point, he still did not give up hope.
"I can't fail here! If I don't do this, I won't be able to make it up to you at all!"
The azure sword light slashed fiercely at Saber. In this blow that seemed to solidify everything, Lancelot only felt that the surrounding noise faded away, leaving only silence.
Compensate me?
Was that the reason he swung his sword? In the battle of life and death, Saber's determination was so clear.
What he wants to protect is not his own era, but the people who have contributed to it under that kingdom.
Saber thought that she had not fulfilled her responsibilities and had not protected them well. This naive fellow did not raise the sword to deny herself, but to save everything.
Lancelot's mind was in turmoil. He didn't know what to do, but his body had already transcended his will and subconsciously changed the direction of the attack.
The blade swung down, but it did not cut Saber off. However, the holy sword, wrapped in the atmosphere, did not stop.
The silence broke, and Lancelot heard another sound.
There was a sound as the sword fiercely pierced into his body. The holy sword, with blood, broke through his back and pierced his soul core.
In the last moments of his life, Lancelot looked at Saber, whose face was as pale as death, and smiled.
"It's really a headache. You are the king of another world, but you always lose your way... Next time you swing your sword, please remember why you are fighting."
Lancelot's figure turned into spirit particles and slowly dissipated, but he smiled for the first time.
"If you still decide to go your own way, then please call me. If this is really your choice, no matter who the enemy is, I am willing to offer you my sword."
"Sir Lancelot?"
Without having time to wake up from what had just happened, Saber, who seemed to have lost her soul, felt her intuitive radar sounding an alarm frantically.
However, the visitor had no intention of concealing his aura. As golden spirit particles gathered, the Hero King stood high on the tree, looking at the dazed Saber and the disappearing Berserker with admiration.
"I originally came here just to pursue the aura of my best friend, but I didn't expect to see such an interesting farce. That mad dog is fine, but it's not often that even the Holy Sword Master plays a clown here."
Gilgamesh said with a nasty smile: "What's the point of this listless expression? Since it can please me, even if it is a funny play, even if you regret it, you should smile brightly. Otherwise, what I will bestow is not a reward, but ruthless abuse."
Saber glanced at Archer and remained silent.
In the absence of a response, Archer's words seemed to be somewhat self-amusing, which made him squint his eyes slightly. Golden ripples gradually rippled in the air, and treasures slowly emerged from them.
But Saber just clenched his sword and remained silent. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the forest in the distance.
"You actually ignored me, Holy Sword Master. Are you so impatient to face death?"
"The reason he looked there was because the object of the contract had changed."
Roland walked out from the shadow under the tree with brisk steps and raised the Command Spell that extended from the back of his hand to his arm.
"Since Berserker is dead, as compensation, I am now Saber's Master."
Roland showed a cold smile and looked at Gilgamesh: "It just so happens that you came to me on your own initiative. If you don't mind, can you go and die?"
This was not because the Holy Lord's arrogance had gone to his head, but because of another factor.
The pink Killer Queen slowly emerged behind him, her strong and delicate body was already covered with cracks with marks of fire, as if it would be completely shattered in the next moment, a symbol like a ribbon was wrapped around her side, and the corners of her skirt armor kept breaking and reorganizing like flames, and her face with cat ears and the shape of a skull actually had a bit of solemnity and holiness.
After sleeping for a long time, Killer Queen finally got rid of her past characteristics and was completely marked by Roland.
The appearance of the Stand was not due to Roland's own will, but was a sign of the birth of a new ability, just like when you have a hammer in your hand, everything looks like a nail and you want to hit it.
In short, his stand-in Killer Queen
——run way out of control.