Thrown on the scorching lava ground, Berserker let out a furious roar again.

But having understood what had just happened, he did not charge as before, but held the steel rod in his hand with both hands, like a knight's sword.

When held with both hands, the strength and speed of the sword will increase, and then, when Roland falls back to the ground, the steel rod eroded by magic in his hand suddenly accelerates, tearing and compressing the atmosphere with the purest force, blasting out with terrifying power.

And Roland still only stretched out one hand, grabbing the attacking weapon.

"Boom ——!"

At the moment of contact, the power of Pei Ran spread violently, and around the two of them, the raging storm lifted the shattered earth layer by layer, twisted, and destroyed.

But no matter how hard Lancelot tried, he couldn't move forward in front of this white palm.

"The legendary Knights of the Round Table, is there only this level of power?"

Faced with the former name, as if stinged by a sting, Lancelot opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar, he suddenly pulled back the steel rod and slashed wildly.

Each slash sent a burst of storm, and every fight was like an eruption of flames, and the street shuddered violently as if it were about to collapse, and the flying flames were swept up by the storm and rose into the sky.

At the moment when the diffused sonic boom triggered the dust, Lancelot's movements changed abruptly, and his right arm quietly fell, making a thrusting motion.

The steel rod wrapped in dark red lines like leaf veins was just like this, with the tip of the stick that had been sharpened from the attack, with a fierce and violent momentum, aimed at Roland's heart and stabbed it!

The seemingly violent slashes before were all feints for this moment.

Even if he is not sensible, his past experience has taught Lancelot that even if his opponent's physical fitness is stronger than his, the opponent's chest will be easily pierced in the face of despicable tricks.

But at this moment, a glint flashed in Roland's eyes, revealing a regretful smile.

Facing the slowly approaching steel rod, Roland quietly stretched out his left hand.

This action made Berserker's manic pupils begin to flicker, unlike the previous slash, this time the thrust, he condensed the little magic power in his body, and it was not much different from the strength of the heyday.

Without relying on weapons or borrowing skills, even if this hand can resist the thrust of the steel rod, it will only end up being crushed with flesh and bones.

But who would have thought that Roland's hand was quietly covered with a layer of red fire.

The moment the tip of the iron rod touched Roland's palm, it was instantly melted into a pool of scorching molten iron.

This made Lancelot show an unbelievable look, even if the material was ordinary, in his hands, it was equivalent to a D-level quasi-figmental treasure, and the degree of solidity naturally went without saying, but it was actually melted instantly by the fire in Roland's palm, how did the other party control the raging flames to such a level?

But surprise to surprise, Lancelot's galloping sprint did not stop, and when the weapon was melted, he had already opened his arms and grabbed Roland's wrist, starting the most primitive but direct wrestling with the other party.

Is it impossible to fight without weapons, and how can weapons be such an inconvenient thing?

Seeing that his wrist was restrained by Lancelot, Roland exclaimed, this kind of smooth movement, from the perspective of onlookers, would even think that Lancelot planned to use hand-to-hand combat moves from the beginning.

In terms of combat wisdom, the wisdom of the Holy Lord, who couldn't even play his own spells, obviously couldn't bring much help to Roland, and it was inevitable that he would suffer some losses in the face of Lancelot's superb martial arts.

However, in the face of real power, everything is just illusory.

"If you liberated the Noble Phantasm, maybe you would burst out with even more amazing power, but unfortunately, you don't have the magic to do this, not to mention, you don't understand, the form of flame is just a toy for me to be rubbed."

Roland smiled, using his hands against Lancelot's power as he watched Lancelot, who had opened the door as a result of the wrestling move, exposing his fragile chest and abdomen to himself.

"Do you think that if you grab my palm, I won't be able to use the flames?"

In Roland's pupils, a blazing and surging flame was burning and compressing it, and the scarlet and scorching beam of light slowly condensed, turning into substance, and stabbing into Lancelot's chest!

"There is no need for weapons and the like, real heroes kill the enemy with their eyes!"

The furious gaze shattered Lancelot's armor, effortlessly tearing through his flesh and bones and exposing the most fragile of the interiors of his body.

On the verge of death, Lancelot's hand is once again tightened, he is a mad beast, not a lamb to the slaughter, even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh!

But Roland's icy voice stopped him again.

"Killer Queen, come out!"

With countless cracks, a cat-ear stand-in with the same scarlet pupils as Roland appeared out of thin air, and turned into a knife, and with just one blow, it pierced the back of Lancelot's heart!

This caused Berserker to lose his strength in an instant, and Roland was able to break free, reaching out and piercing the opponent's spirit core, using scorching magic to forcibly set a contract between master and slave.

"Beast, obey your new master!"

Bound by the new contract, Lancelot fell silent again, and his broken wounds began to heal.

"Next, you have to use your madness to sharpen Saber into a weapon to my heart's content."

"Arthur ......"

At the sound of Saber's name, Lancelot fell to his knees like a knight loyal to the monarch, and bowed his head.

Roland looked at Lancelot with satisfaction, turned his head, and looked behind Caster at the incredulous Yan Night.

Seeing the berserker, who was much more obedient than himself in Roland's hands, and Sakura-chan, who happily ran into Roland's arms, a bitter smile hung on the face of the wild goose.

He watched Roland walk in front of him, and when he was really facing death, his madness dissipated and calmed down.

"Have you figured it out?"

Roland asked calmly.

"Since it's a monster like you, it seems that worrying about Sakura's future is indeed unfounded, please take my pathetic life."

Roland frowned, "Who asked you this?" Your life is worthless to me, and even more so when you lose your status as a master, and the reason why I have kept you until now is entirely because of your identity as a kiri. ”

"You want to ask me about the fall of the Kirito family? It's a shame that I only found out today, so I can't help you with anything. ”

Jian Tong Yanye suddenly realized, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.

"The only information I can tell you is that the dirty inkstone may not be dead, many of the bugs in my body come from him, if the master dies, they should riot."

"Really? Other than that, haven't there been any other unusual situations since yesterday? ”

The collapse of the Maki family is not without a reason at all, this family has been completely integrated into Fuyuki City, and it is even more worthless to outsiders, since it is not the other seven royal masters, then the murderer must have a related connection with the Maki family, it may be very shallow, but it will not be no connection at all.

"Anything else?" "No, after sending Rin back yesterday who ran outside, I'll go to the vicinity of the port to join the war......"

"Wait," Roland was stunned, his expression a little strange.

"You say, Rin Tosaka has come to Fuyuki City?"