Chapter Seventy-Nine: I'm Going to Fix You!
The wind was howling, and the two figures that could not be captured by ordinary people at all left cracked scars on the ground in the continuous confrontation, and the dense cracks spread out like spider webs.
Every collision between the two would set off a storm because of the terrifying power, and Lancelot's expression had gradually changed from the initial seriousness to seriousness, and if you looked closely, his expression was still a little stunned.
It's so strong...... My king from another world, so strong!
Although it may be a bit demeaning to think about Artoria, as far as Lancelot's own feelings are concerned, Saber in front of him is better at fighting.
It's not just the difference in attributes, but in terms of mentality, Artoria's perfect royal road is most directly displayed in Saber.
Kindness with ruthlessness, perseverance with decisiveness, except for the naivety that is not like nothing, Saber and Lancelot's impression of King Arthur are simply two people.
He came with Berserker as a container.,Although after changing the master.,The correction of the loss of madness was offset by the master.,After pulling out the treasure without any worries.,Your attributes will only be better.,But I'm not a Saber rank after all.γ
The innate correction brought by this strongest rank makes him just stand on the same level now, even if he has the upper hand with his exquisite technical advantages, he will be quickly pulled back by Saber.
This is not because Lancelot is shaken by the face of an object in need of atonement, but it is an ironclad fact.
In the middle of the staggering, Lancelot's whole person shot out, slightly backing the magic sword in his hand, pushing it towards Saber, and then taking advantage of the situation to swing it down.
Saber's skills honed on the battlefield are also excellent, but in Lancelot's opinion, there are still flaws, and if this blow is realized, Saber will be directly cut in two.
However, his sword swung empty.
The blade of the sword, which was as gorgeous as the shining water of the lake, collided violently with the holy sword that was bound in the scabbard of the restrained concept, and the majestic magic of the wind swirled and intersected, forming a pure white storm that could drown everything.
The Holy Sword Envoy, who had no time to block Lancelot's slash, not only did not force himself to turn around to deal with the fatal blow, but simply followed the posture he had just retreated from, unleashing all his magic power, and cooperating with the Wind King Enchantment, causing his body to spin along with the sword.
The blade danced mercilessly under the high-speed rotation, and the wind gushing out from Saber's hand changed the direction of the wind, unloading Lancelot's attack, and making the raging wind enough to turn into a ferocious tornado that ravaged everything.
Again, Lancelot asked himself, under limited conditions, he should not have any carelessness, but in the face of this situation, he can only choose to take a backward leap.
"Are all the monsters that can unleash magical powers? I've had several outbreaks, but I don't even have much exhaustion. β
This skill has a very special position, and those who don't have it will be strong, but those who have it will not be weak.
It seems to be just a simple act of attaching magic to the body and weapons, but the premise of being able to have this skill means that its physical ability itself is very monster, and it can withstand such a high amount of mana output.
When there is a gap in attributes, it is just a combat technique and a way to make up for shortcomings, and when the attributes of the two sides are similar, this ability becomes an important strategy to turn the tide of the battle.
"Whew-"
Saber took a deep breath without pause, his heart pumping with scorching magic power, filling his body, allowing him to quickly recover from his state, and when Alice Fell was the master, his style of play became much more extravagant.
He looked at Lancelot with shining eyes, and said calmly: "Lancelot, you are really strong, in the past, I could fight with you all day, but now, do you want to stop?" β
Saber said calmly: "In the white-knuckle battle, although your skills are stronger than mine, but you will not be able to cause results for a while, if we really want to divide the victory and defeat between us, we must liberate the true name of the treasure." β
"Although your master has taken my master captive, judging from the results, he should have no ill intentions, so I don't want to fight you to the death at this time."
Is there no malice?
Lancelot smiled bitterly, he didn't have much contact with Roland, and he was a little grateful for the other party's behavior, but despite this, he also understood that Roland didn't care about life or death for him or Saber, and his master just wanted to see the chemistry caused by the collision between the two.
See change, see enlightenment, see death.
From this point of view, he really has no malice, because in a sense, he treats himself and Saber equally, and has a sense of calmness that the meat is always rotting in his pot.
"My king, although I think that a battle between knights like this is very rare, and there may not be any more after that, but a temporary truce is also acceptable to the contemptible people, because I also want to ask you questions."
Lancelot's voice rang in Saber's ears.
"My dream is to die under your sword and get the punishment you deserve, so what can make you unwilling?"
"I want to save my homeland, I want to save Britain."
Saber spoke her wishes in a sad but determined voice.
ββ¦β¦β
But even if he was mentally prepared, this naΓ―ve wish still shocked Lancelot.
"You're going to ...... Is it a denial of history that continues from the past to the present? β
"I don't want to do it, but I have to save my country, and I have to do it so that I don't have to repeat that bloodstained tragedy, and I have to do it so that hellish sight doesn't happen."
Ahh
Even if it has been thousands of years in the past, even if it comes from another world, this nobility is still worshipped.
Although Lancelot did not think that this ideal would lead to the right result, if it was King Arthur's choice, he would have willingly offered the sword.
Because Britain will not understand if you have not seen Britain struggling with death and suffering.
In the cold but correct choice of King Arthur, in the rumor that 'King Arthur does not understand people's hearts' spread by I don't know which bastard, the process of going to ruin is breathless.
"If the king wants to do it all over again, maybe that's not bad......"
Lancelot's battle intent had diminished a lot, and the blade of his sword was slightly lowered, a rare thing to receive such direct approval, and Saber was also a little surprised, revealing a warm smile.
"Thank you, Lancelot, if you agree, then it should be right, it shouldn't be me who pulled out that sword......"
"What did you say?"
Lancelot jerked his head up, his pupils flashing scarlet, and madness and murderous intent surged from his body.
Shouldn't the king who drew that sword be Arthur? No kidding!
King Arthur didn't make any mistakes, but it was us sad knights who were wrong.
"How dare you...... How dare you deny what King Arthur did! β
The madness that had faded turned into power again, seeping into Lancelot's body, although the level was much lower than before, it was enough to prove his madness at the moment.
Britain can do it all over again, but King Arthur's choice will not allow change.
History can be turned upside down, but the legend of King Arthur must not be lost.
Even those who want to deny this history, even King Arthur himself, will never allow it!
In Saber's stunned eyes, Lancelot let out a menacing roar and rushed over again.
"-A king like you who doesn't understand people's hearts! I'm going to fix you! β