Amid the ruins of blood and fire, Emiya Kiritsugu was locked in by the light of a searchlight, and the sound of propellers fell from the sky.

He bowed his head unconcernedly, and gave Saber an order: "Find Archer, and kill her." ”

The massive transport plane finally landed on the ground, and a heavily armed agent and a team of magicians equipped with full standard magic costumes streamed out of it and enveloped him.

A cold voice sounded from the mouth of the leader: "Emiya Kiritsu? ”

The familiar voice, the same tone, reminded him of the devastation figures of his youth.

In order to guard the mystery, or to rid them of the hazard, they are cold-blooded scavenging and killing troops.

Against the light of the helicopter, he saw the outfit of the comer, his expression was not abnormal, and he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Confirm ......"

Just as the order to 'erase' was about to be issued, the gun that suddenly appeared in Emiya Kiritsugu's hand spewed out a spark of death, and a dazzling flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun in burst mode. While sweeping around, he threw the small thing in his hand.

The grenade exploded, and four bombs buried in advance at their feet were killed at the same time. In the rush of the shock wave, he fell to the ground for the first time.

The unlucky roller who happened to step on the bomb was instantly shattered into meat sauce, and Emiya Kiritsugu's back also appeared a bloody mark under the impact of the stone.

In an instant, under the power of the scabbard in his body, the wound quickly tightened, and then disappeared without a trace, completely healing.

This is King Arthur's most precious treasure, not the sword of victory of the oath, but the scabbard that will be invincible as long as it is held - the distant ideal land.

Moments after the impact, he rolled away from the spot, flashed with the blade of the 'Black Key', and re-established himself in front of the enemy, his right arm already hit by a magic missile.

He knew the purpose of the comer, and he understood the consequences of doing so, but he didn't care about it anymore.

Having sacrificed everything, he would never allow such a comical outcome.

The Holy Grail War is coming to an end, and before the Holy Grail falls into his hands, all those who dare to stand in the way are the enemies of Emiya Kiritsugu!

Avalon's scabbard awoke in his body, and he faced the vicarious and magician who were attacking around him, and he uttered the briefest chant of "timealter-tripleel!" (Triple Speed Controlled by Inherent Time)"

The threefold acceleration time has begun, the magician killer has untied all the restraints, and everyone who stands in their way will smell death!

―――――――――――――――――――― "Find Archer, kill him." ”

The simplest and most resolute order.

Saber looked up and watched the black shadows that kept spinning and falling in the sky landing, and Emiya Kiritsugu chose one person to face those enemies, so it was up to him.

If you can die, you will die. He even thought so maliciously, not caring at all about the host's reaction after understanding his malice, but it was impossible after all.

As long as he holds King Arthur's scabbard, except for a few strong people in this world, who else can take the surname of Emiya Kiritsu?

That's your 'most powerful' treasure...... Thinking like this, he sneered, and looked up to see the hero king in the sky as dazzling as the morning star, it seemed that he didn't need to look for it himself, he was already targeted.

It's good to ...... "Saber, the way you look really makes this king very happy." ”

The queen, who stood on the bow of Vimo's ship and looked down on him, smiled arrogantly and mockingly: "The anger and pain in her eyes, as well as the feeling of struggle, make this king's heart move more and more." ”

There was a playful color in her red eyes: "I'm more and more reluctant to kill you with my own hands." ”

"Kill me?" Saber looked up at her, "Is there only such a shallow **** left in your shell?" Makes me gag. ”

"Huh, shallow?" Gilgamesh shook his finger: "This king has everything in the world, and you ......"

"This expression of grief and dissatisfaction only explains one point." She drank the wine in her glass, poured the remaining liquid into the wind, and said mercilessly, "You have ...... There's nothing left. ”

"The Knight King who has nothing, what will you use to contradict me?"

The expressionless Saber sniffed the breath of blood and fire in the wind, and a hint of the aroma of wine hidden behind the breath of hell, revealing a conscious expression: "That's the case......"

"As you can see, I have nothing but the sword in my hand." He raised the invisible long sword in his hand, and the Wind King enchantment wrapped around the sword dissipated, so the gorgeous long sword revealed a delicate and solemn face: "Even the most important scabbard of this long sword is not in my hand. ”

"Oh?" Gilgamesh chuckled, his smile full of anticipation and pleasure: "Are you going to surrender to me?" ”

King Arthur narrowed his eyes, raised his head and looked at Gilgamesh: "Since when did you have the illusion that I will surrender to you after I have nothing?" ”

"Indeed, if it weren't for a woman, I would have thrown away even the dignity of Saber. But this last thing doesn't bring me the slightest comfort. ”

"My subjects resent me, my knights turned away from me, my siblings betrayed me, my queen began to hate me, my nephews wanted to kill me......"

He smiled desolate and senseless in the wind with the smell of sulfur and blood and fire, and lit his chest:

"Even so, before I die, I am also the well-deserved king of that land, the king of knights authorized by heaven, even if I have nothing, it is impossible to submit to your ridiculous **!"

"How about such an explanation?! Have you ever been satisfied? Have you ever been angry? O the so-called most ancient king! ”

Gilgamesh's face turned from pleasure to coldness, crushed his exquisite wine cup, watched the pieces tilt down from his fingertips, and said coldly, "Saber, you made me change my mind. ”

"Since you don't want to give in to me, let me destroy you with my own hands." She sneered: "I'm looking forward to it, what will the Knight King who has nothing say before he dies?" ”

There was no fear, and after Saber listened, he just lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand.

A sword of pure gold and blue accents, a sword given by the elves of the lake, called: Excalibur - the sword of victory of the oath.

And where it is truly powerful, it has been lost from its own hands.

The Avalon, the scabbard of absolute defense, is a distant ideal country that has the ability to heal the wounds of its wielder, and a treasure that can stop even aging.

After the loss of Avalon, the strongest point of the Sword of Victory of the Oath is no longer effective.

Without pity, he let go of his hand.

Then the ornate sword came out of its hand, rolled and spun in the air, and finally fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust with a crisp sound.

The last weapon, just abandoned?

"Have you lost even the fighting spirit to fight for the last time? Actually gave up your only treasure, Saber, is this your ridiculous will? ”

"The only Noble Phantasm?" Saber raised his head, squinted his eyes at Gilgamesh and sneered, "Who told you that this is my only treasure?" ”

"Indeed, if I had given up my stubborn and ridiculous dignity and stubbornness to beg for the help of my former subordinates, I might have been able to have a military force as mighty as a rider. The Knights of the Round Table were once legions that were not inferior to the King's Army. ”

"In the infinite plane, I can feel those who are waiting for me to call, those who are begging for my forgiveness, knights waiting for me to summon."

Saber looked at his free palm and smiled indifferently: "The military strength that is enough to match the rider, as long as you give up the so-called persistence and ideals, it is within my reach." ”

"Hah, do you want me to defeat you like a rider? It doesn't matter, just come on. ”

Saber looked down at the dusty Sword of Oath Victory, and smiled nonchalantly: "However, I refuse, they, they underestimate the so-called Lord of England......"

"Even if everyone leaves me, I will go alone! Even if it's death! ”

Saber smiled lowly, but his voice echoed in the night sky, as sonorous as gold and iron, and as hot as lava.

"This is the dignity of a king, ridiculous or stubborn, whether it is Mordred, Lancelot, or Gnavel, ......"

"As long as I'm alive for a day, then, I'm ...... None of them will be forgiven! ”

The armor formed by the magic on his body suddenly collapsed, but the magic like a storm gathered wildly from the void, like the roar of a dragon.

Pendoragen's veins burned, a golden glow in the midst of the storm.

When the wind dissipated, a mutilated ancient sword appeared in Saber's hand after removing his robes.

The blade of the sword seemed to be broken, and an ancient sword that was not even a weapon lay silently in his hand at the moment.

Holding a seemingly incapable severed blade, Saber looked nostalgic and majestic, and pointed his sword in both hands at Gilgamesh in the sky.

"I am Lord of England, and those who forsake me will not be remembered, and those who beg for forgiveness will never forgive."

It was as if standing above countless angry subjects, the king holding the evidence of his former kingship, facing the betrayal of all, his expression cold and fearless, arrogant unwilling to listen to their painful pleadings.

The majesty of the Lord of Britain brooks no blasphemy, neither indifference nor bigotry. Just because this is the last dignity.

"I am the Lord of England, and this sword is my kingship!"

With Saber's words, the flames erupted into the sky with the magic of the riot, and the corpses and dust were swept into the sky by the wind.

After a thousand years, the King of Britain has finally pulled out his sword of kingship from the dusty history.

"Its name is called: the sword of gold that will win - caliburn (sword in the stone)!"

The storm coalesced from above the earth, swept the sky, and tore through the gloomy black clouds.

Under the cold moonlight on one side, Saber's figure soared into the sky, golden mottled streamers dragging out from the remnant sword in his hand, leaving a sharp and sharp trail in the air.

Breaking through the long distance, infinite treasures. In the flicker of the sword light, it smashed the flying boat hanging in the air.

Vimana, adorned with gold and precious stones, fell apart.

The power of a sword, so much so that it is!

(To be continued)