Chapter 14: The Knight of the Tempest

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Rodriten knew the filthy figure and felt a deep sadness.

"Can't even say hello when you see an 'old friend!?"

Raising her spear and turning her horse, Lustia's laughter echoed in her ears, the sword of the lake fairy was dusted in the hands of her enemies, and the wind elf seemed to be sincerely angry.

"Roar!!"

But the other party was deprived of even the ability to speak, and completely became a beast.

"Hah!!"

Knight laughed angrily and urged the war horse, trampling on the void was the heavy hooves condensed by the storm, and the scattered holy blue storm made the figure difficult to distinguish, making the knight and the war horse merge into one.

"Take my blow first!! sinner!!"

Like a shooting star, the knight drew a straight trajectory, and then, as a matter of course, did not hit.

Even if the speed soared to a terrifying speed of 200 kilometers at this moment, but for Lancelot, a straight-line attack was meaningless, even if the brain had already been controlled by Chaos, but the residual technology still allowed him to dodge the lightning speed.

But, it's not over!

If it were a normal warhorse, it would have stopped and readjusted its trajectory at this point, but Lustia was different. It's not really a war horse!

"Hmph..."

With a disdainful chuckle, the silver bell-like female voice echoed in the air, and the dazzlingly beautiful cyan war horse began to blur into a phantom, stepping on the void, Knight drew a nearly ninety-degree turn, slammed into the sky, and then rushed down again!!

“・・・”

Saber couldn't help but look nostalgic.

Even she had to sincerely confirm that she had envied Rod's war horse countless times, and the storm that followed him.

For a knight, this is simply the best companion...

"Let's go!!Lustia!!"

Then the knight began to spin, like a giant burst of wind arrows, and began to spin and charge from above!

There's no way to dodge this!

If it's a straight line, the route of its charge is easy to judge due to inertia, and the high speed makes it impossible to temporarily change the attack, so as long as it dodges to the side, there is basically no problem. However, diving is different.

Saber had seen Rhodes climb high into the air in a rain of desperate arrows, then draw a brilliant death spiral, piercing a trajectory of death through the enemy formation, killing the enemy who tried to dodge along with the soldiers behind him.

Because it is the relationship between arcs, as long as it is still on the inner side of the arc spin, there is a way to quickly shorten the circle radius, and there is a way to accurately detach in a straight line after diving.

In the past, as Rhodes's fellow Lancelot, did he ever think that there would be such a day, the day when he would face this blow?

Saber's eyes were filled with complexity.

“・・・”

She didn't recognize the figure at first, and she never thought that the glorious Lake Knight would become such a pathetic appearance.

Even, she felt sad.

She knew better than anyone about Gnivele, and she thought it was her mistake. And as a victim of this mistake, Lancelot is undoubtedly one of them... If she could, she really wished she could do it again, but could she stop it now?

"Roaring !!!"

A strong storm erupted from the sky, turning into a flexible but stubborn cage, and countless eyes blurred through the earth and turned into a restraint. Bersaker roared angrily in the cage of the wind, a dull sword already in his hand, slashing at the wind lock with all his might. However, even though the slash was so powerful, a large number of wind locks would be broken with each blow, but...

I can't cut it... There are too many, and there are many more re-nails.

The radius is about ten meters, and the thickness is about the same? Saber narrowed his eyes, looking at the Wind Lock Array, which was even more majestic than the Wind King's enchantment, and he already had a realization in his heart...

Impossible... Rodritte will not forgive betrayal, and Lancelot, even if there are many reasons to be forgiven, is still betrayal...

He won't forgive him, isn't that something that has been understood for a long time?

"――――――Ahh!!!!h

The source of all the wind locks, the figures wrapped in endless turbulence and roars, were swooping rapidly, each wind lock providing him with greater speed, even a little but magnified by a terrible amount.

Lancelot... No, Bersaker, is it possible to survive?

The knight's charge is the first blow of glory and faith!

Boom...

Then it came, and Knight's roar turned into a torrent of wind.

One second more!

“king’s――！！！！！”

If you hit a huge stream of mana, even the most powerful Bersaker with the most average stats will undoubtedly be crushed to pieces, right? The power of this blow is enough as the power of B++!

“――glory！！！！！！！”

The voice was almost hoarse, as if it was roaring, that is, a blow that could penetrate the military formation, even if a hundred people blocked, it could shatter the piercing piercing.

Rumble !!!!!!!!!!

The sound of the earth cracking was accompanied by an incredible shock wave, like a meteorite hitting the earth's surface, and the violent tremor made the earth like half of the sea waves, and the surface of the earth rose and fell under this power, and at the same time set off a large amount of smoke and strong winds!!

"Wow!?"

Alice Phil flew up, and was quickly picked up by Saber in her arms.

"Are you alright?" Master?"

Saber unraveled the Wind King's barrier and allowed the two strong winds to collide violently, and she narrowed her eyes in the barrier, staring at the center of the impact...

The smoke hasn't cleared yet...

"No, it's okay..."

Alice Phil's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but shake in disbelief at the power of the blow.

Even when she had just seen Saber and Lancer's gorgeous dances, she couldn't help but shake her mind again.

Is this the power of the Heroic Spirit? Is this the Noble Phantasm?

"It's not strong enough. ”

But... Saber frowned and muttered quietly.

"It's not his treasure... no, it's a treasure, but it's not completely liberated, at most half liberated..."

Isn't it Noble Liberation!?

Alice Phil's eyes widened in surprise.

On the battlefield where the roar continued, and the earth and rocks were still flying, she was the only one who could hear Saber's whispers.

It was a whisper of worry but pride.

"What?"

So I couldn't help it, Alice Phil asked.

"Saber, you say that's not strong enough?"

This is already the level of the army, right? That power is as exaggerated as a heavy bomb, just this blow, within a few tens of meters, it was hit ** into a ring pit!? Half of the block was reduced to ruins just under this blow, and in the twisted steel and broken bricks, it was no longer possible to see the original appearance of the buildings that were originally large warehouses?

"Yes, Master, his power is only against the person who is attacked, and the degree to which he is an army... Don't look at the effect of this blow, but in fact, the damage is not very large... ”

But in Saber's opinion, this is true.

"And, Alice, it's not the name of the Phantasm that he's shouting, it's a battle cry...

She chuckled softly. The expression on his face was hesitant and gentle.

"It's really messing around..."

And indeed, as Saber said, in the next second, when the cyan figure drove the war horse in the sky and rushed out of the huge pillar of smoke to circle and run in the sky again, the heroic spirits with excellent eyesight had already seen it, and the corner of the knight's mouth had oozed a trace of blood, and his face was even more angry - his double-edged spear was stained with blood, but at the same time, the crazy roar in the pillar of smoke also sounded!

"Uh-huh, ahhhh!!h

The beastly roar was accompanied by rising magic that blew away the thick smoke and dust, and the ominous black figure had lost the front half of its right arm, and it stood and roared with a terrifying wound that rolled open and still dripping blood.

"・・・・・ hiss!!!"

White smoke came out of the cracks in his helmet, and the observation of the two red spots in the air made one feel terrifying, but Knight smiled angrily.

"Yes, this is the second time, dare to hold my gun!!Is that power what you have gained from your fall?answer me!!Lancelot!!"

Yes, the reality of the matter is that Bersaker held Knight's riding spear, and then at that moment, Knight lost the sense of his own treasure, and the surprise attack that should have completely shattered Bersaker's body was only to the extent of shattering his right forearm, and even he was affected... Fortunately, most of the power was absorbed by the earth.

But...

"Hiss ・・・・・"

This injury seemed to mean little to Bersaker, and the boiling mana flow quickly restored Bersaker's right arm, and in just a few seconds, the terrible injury disappeared.

This is the Immortal, and the most terrible bersaker among the Immortal, and as long as it is not a decisive injury, they simply ignore it...

As long as the master's magic power is enough...

"Damn..."

Rodritte was furious and raised the blade of his gun again.

"I'll see how many times you can fix it..."

He didn't know how mournful and painful a man who was lodged by the Engraved Worm in the dark world was howling sadly...

But what if you knew...

I guess I can't do anything, because Rodriten himself is a person who has no strength...

The night had not yet passed, and the kings were still watching the battle.

In the distant position, Qili once again received a communication from Shi Chen.

"Restrain Knight, he's out of control, so that he can at least retain the greatest mystery. ”

Shi Chen sat in his favorite easy chair, swaying comfortably, and there was no light in the dimly lit living room, only the burning fireplace provided a minimum of light, shrouding everything in a layer of dim light.

It's already late autumn...

Shi Chen couldn't help but slip a little, and then shook his head.

It's not the time to think about this...

"Forcing the Bersader's master to use the Command Spell. ”

"Got it"

On the other side, Qili's voice was still so calm and serious, which made Shi Chen very satisfied.

It's lucky to have such a disciple...

Tosaka Tokitomi, who is familiar with magic is the darkness between master and apprentice, and understands the cruelty of killing each other, can't help but laugh.

Yes, it was lucky, the Holy Grail chose himself, bestowed the Spell on himself and the Gift, and even sent such a powerful Heroic Spirit...

Foolproof.

"Knight, continue to oppress Bersaker, force the curse"

"As you wish!!"

Knight's heroic voice was full of confidence.