Being thrown onto the ground that was as hot as lava, the berserker roared violently again.
But having understood what had just happened, he did not charge as he did before. Instead, he held the steel stick in his hands with both hands, like a knight's sword.
When holding the sword with both hands, the power and speed of holding the sword will increase. Then, when Roland falls back to the ground, the steel stick in his hand, which is corroded by magic, suddenly accelerates, tearing and compressing the atmosphere with the purest power, and blasting out with terrifying force.
Roland still only stretched out one hand to grab the attacking weapon.
"boom--!"
At the moment of contact, overwhelming force spread out, and around the two of them, a raging storm lifted up, twisted, and destroyed layer by layer the burnt and shattered earth.
But no matter how hard Lancelot tried, he could not move forward even a bit in front of this white palm.
"Is this the only power that the legendary Knights of the Round Table have?"
Faced with the name he once used, Lancelot opened his mouth as if stung by a blow, and let out a terrifying roar. He suddenly pulled back the steel rod and started to slash wildly.
Every slash would cause a storm to burst out, and every fight was like an eruption of fire. The entire street seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and there was a violent tremor. The flying flames were swept up by the storm and soared into the sky.
At the moment when the spreading sonic boom stirred up the dust, Lancelot suddenly changed his movements, his right arm quietly dropped and made a stabbing motion.
The steel rod, which was covered with dark red veins like leaf veins, aimed at Roland's heart with a fierce and violent momentum, with its tip sharpened by the attack!
The seemingly violent slashing attacks before were all feints for this moment.
Even though he had lost his mind, Lancelot knew from past experience that even if his enemy's physical fitness was stronger than his, his opponent's chest could be easily pierced by his despicable tactics.
But at this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Roland's eyes, and he revealed a regretful smile.
Facing the slowly approaching steel rod, Roland quietly stretched out his left hand.
This action made the berserker's frantic pupils begin to flicker. Unlike the previous slash, this time he stabbed with all the magic power he had, which was almost the same as his full strength.
Without weapons or skills, even if this hand could withstand the thrust of the steel rod, it would only end up with its flesh and bones crushed together.
But who would have thought that Roland's hand was quietly covered with a layer of bright red flames.
The moment the tip of the iron rod touched Roland's palm, it instantly melted into a pool of scorching hot molten iron.
This made Lancelot look incredulous. Even if the material was ordinary, in his hands, it was equivalent to a D-level Pseudo-Noble Phantasm. Needless to say, its sturdiness was also very strong. However, it was melted instantly by the fire in Roland's palm. How did the other party control the violent fire to such a level?
But despite his surprise, Lancelot did not stop his galloping charge. When his weapon melted, he had already opened his arms, grabbed Roland's wrist, and started the most primitive, yet most direct wrestling with the opponent.
Is it impossible to fight without weapons? Are weapons such inconvenient things?
Seeing his wrist being restrained by Lancelot, Roland exclaimed in admiration. This was such a smooth movement that an outsider would think that Lancelot was planning to use close combat from the beginning.
In terms of combat wisdom, the Holy Lord's wisdom, who couldn't even use his own spells, obviously couldn't bring much help to Roland. Facing Lancelot's superb martial arts, he was bound to suffer some losses.
However, in the face of true power, everything is just illusion.
"If you had released your Noble Phantasm, you might have been able to unleash even more amazing power. But unfortunately, you no longer have the magic power to do that. Besides, you don't understand that the form of fire is just a toy for me to play with."
Roland smiled, using his hands to resist Lancelot's strength, while looking at Lancelot, whose vulnerable chest and abdomen were exposed to him due to the wrestling action.
"Do you think that if you grab my hand, I won't be able to use fire?"
In Roland's pupils, a blazing and surging flame was burning and compressing. The scarlet and burning beam of light slowly condensed and turned into substance, piercing Lancelot's chest!
"There is no need for weapons or anything like that. A true hero kills the enemy with his eyes!"
The violent heat vision shattered Lancelot's armor, tearing through his flesh and blood effortlessly, piercing through his bones, and exposing his most vulnerable internal organs.
On the verge of death, Lancelot clenched the strength in his hands again. He was a mad beast, not a lamb to be slaughtered. Even if he died, he would bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy!
But Roland's cold voice stopped him again.
"Killer Queen, come out!"
A cat-eared substitute with countless cracks and scarlet pupils like Roland appeared out of thin air, and turned his palm into a knife. With just one strike, it pierced Lancelot's back!
This instantly weakened the berserker, and Roland was able to break free, reaching out to pierce the opponent's spirit core, and forcibly established a contract between the master and the servant with the burning magic power.
"Beast, obey your new Master!"
Under the constraints of the new contract, Lancelot fell into silence again, and his broken wounds began to slowly heal.
"Next, you must use your madness to refine Saber into a weapon that suits my taste."
"Arthur..."
Hearing Saber's name, Lancelot seemed to have found his backbone. He knelt on one knee and lowered his head like a knight loyal to his monarch.
Roland looked at Lancelot with satisfaction, then turned his head to look at Matou Kariya who was standing behind Caster with a look of disbelief.
Seeing the berserker who was much more obedient than himself in Roland's hands, and Sakura who happily ran into Roland's arms, a bitter smile appeared on Matou Kariya's face.
He just watched Roland walk up to him. When he was actually facing death, his madness dissipated and he calmed down.
"Have you thought it through?"
Roland asked calmly.
"Since you are such a strong monster, it seems that I was indeed worrying too much about Sakura's future. Please take away my pathetic life."
Roland frowned. "Who asked you this? Your life is worthless to me, especially when you lose your status as a Master. The reason I kept you until now is entirely because of your identity as Matou."
"Are you asking me about the fall of the Matou family? What a shame, I only found out about it today, so I can't help you with anything."
Matou Kariya suddenly realized, but finally shook his head helplessly.
"The only information I can tell you is that Matou Zouken might not be dead. Many of the bugs in my body came from him. If their master died, they would have rioted."
"Really? Apart from that, has there been no other unusual occurrences from yesterday till now?"
The demise of the Matou family is not without reason. This family has been completely integrated into Fuyuki City and is of no value to outsiders. Since it was not done by the other seven masters, the murderer must have a connection with the Matou family. It may be very shallow, but there must be no connection at all.
"Any other situation?" Matou Kariya hesitated and thought for a while, "No, after sending Rin back yesterday, who had run outside, I went to the port to participate in the battle..."
"Wait," Roland was stunned, with a strange expression.
"You said, Tohsaka Rin came to Fuyuki City?"