Chapter 258 My King's Battle

Artoria stared intently at the servant in front of her.

The opponent's strength was much weaker than her as a complete body, but at this distance, even she couldn't rescue the old priest from under the spear point.

As for giving up the safety of the old priest

Arturia exerted a slight force on the hands holding the Invisible Sword.

Of course she doesn't care about Command Seals, but if a knight can't protect the weak, it doesn't make any sense, that's her way of chivalry.

The scene was deadlocked like this.

Only the surging magic power is constantly accumulating.

But such a stalemate is destined to not last long, because third-party interlopers are approaching.

It was Tohsaka Tokiomi who hurried over with a few magicians.

"Lancer!" Tosaka Tokiomi shouted, "Chief warrior of the Irish Fiona Knights, won't this dishonor your glory?"

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Diarmuid gritted his teeth in humiliation.

But his body was out of control at all.

Just looking at the other party's expression, Tohsaka Tokiomi knew very well that this was Lancer's Master, and Kenneth had used a Command Seal on him.

And Tosaka Tokiomi from Chaldea looked at Artoria, obviously only one came.

So, should you use the command spell?

Tohsaka Tokiomi thought in his heart, if he used Command Seals to control Gilgamesh, kill Lancer and save the priest, he could only choose one of the two, or consume two Command Seals.

If the priest is saved, the lost Command Seals should be replenished.

The key is whether Gilgamesh can save the priest.

Tohsaka Tokiomi quickly thought about the gains and losses in his mind, and finally decided that the priest as the supervisor should not suffer misfortune, let alone cause a gap between the Tohsaka family and the church.

But just when he had made a choice and raised his right hand.

Roar--!

A devil's roar sounded from outside the door.

The huge black knight tore through the door of the church and rushed in, and the tip of the long stick covered with bloody lines shot lead bullets at Tohsaka Tokiomi like a machine gun.

The range of attack has even enveloped the entire church.

bang bang bang!

Artoria brandished her sword and shot at her buckshot, while protecting the range from attacking the old priest and Diarmuid.

But Tosaka Tokiomi was caught off guard by this precise attack, and his right hand, which was engraved with the Command Seal, was instantly torn apart.

"It's started." Gilgamesh in the sky shook his wine glass lightly, and looked at the man in black in front of him, "This is the dance you prepared for me? Although it is inferior, this inferiority is also enjoyable. Part of it."

"As long as the king can like it." Kotomine Kirei saluted respectfully.

Even though he knew that his father and his teacher were in danger of dying because of his actions, he didn't care, because the sense of immorality in his heart had turned into joy and overwhelmed him.

Kotomine Kirei felt the Lord's favor for the first time.

He finally found what he was looking for, the release of this hatred, the joy of controlling everything.

"Heh." Gilgamesh chuckled, "Interesting, after the death of Tohsaka Tokiomi, you will be my servant."

Tohsaka Tokiomi's arm that was drawing the Command Seal has been broken.

As long as this kind of magic circuit is taken away from the body, it will lose its effect. There is no doubt that Matou Kariya is a special order given by someone after being told.

Gilgamesh looked down again.

Tohsaka Tokiomi's suppressed screams seemed to him to be punishing a rebellious courtier, and this feeling was exactly the joy of being a king.

Miscellaneous cultivators who dare to disobey the king should usher in a tragic fate.

At this time, Artoria really felt the challenge.

When she arrived here, Diarmuid had already said that as long as he received any attack, he would kill the old priest, but the berserker who appeared in front of him attacked from a range regardless of whether he was an enemy or not.

Where is the Master of Berserker?

Arturia's eyes looked not far away, Matou Kariya leaning on the church wall, suppressing the pain in his body, but staring at Tohsaka Tokiomi who was fleeing everywhere excitedly.

He not only wants to kill the other party, but also tortures the other party to vent the pain he has endured this year.

The extremely hateful gaze made Arturia slightly frown.

Now she understands the emotion.

It's no use talking to someone who is in hatred.

but--

"Even if it's hatred, it shouldn't involve innocent people."

The way of the King of Knights is to protect the weak. Arturia held the sharp sword in her hand and rushed towards the Berserker, but the moment she blocked the long stick, the Berserker roared as if she had been greatly stimulated.

This is

Arturia had an inexplicable feeling, as if the other party knew her offensive well.

Even familiar with this sword guarded by an invisible sheath.

The key is--

Hatred was attracted to himself.

Arturia, who kept jumping backwards, had to accept the exact fact that the opponent was a warrior who had seen her before she was alive, and even abandoned the Master's target because of this, and launched an attack on her instead.

But it was exactly what she intended.

Lead this incommunicable berserker away from Lancer to avoid the death of the old priest due to the spread of the war.

"It's almost here."

Arturia came to an empty garden, stopped, turned around, and concentrated the black knight's armor with precise slashing. The majestic power of the heroic spirit directly knocked the opponent away tens of meters, crashing the A large piece of petals fluttered before barely stopping.

Even a Berserker with superb attributes is no match for the King of Knights who appears as a Heroic Spirit.

"Since you have recognized me as Artoria Pendragon, the King of Britain, and challenged me, you should report your name—if you still agree with the honor of knights."

Arturia said in a deep voice.

In her mind, she had already scanned the enemies she had defeated in the past one by one, but she couldn't find any existence that matched the person in front of her.

It is undoubtedly a very superb fighting skill, and it should leave a deep impression on people.

unless

Joan of Arc's former friend, Jill's depraved appearance appeared in Artoria's mind, which made her have a very bad feeling.

"Kacha Kacha."

It was like the sound of gears turning.

The black knight stood up from the petals, the sound of the black armor turning was mixed with a chilling hoarse laughter.

The helmet that covered the entire head was gradually removed.

As if the nightmare had become reality, Artoria felt the world's malice towards her, even the hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and the unspeakable cold ran up her back along her mind.

"The knight of the lake. Lancelot."

Artoria murmured the name of the knight who had fallen into Berserker before her.

That was a member of the Knights of the Round Table, one of King Arthur's most trusted companions.

"A-Thur-!"

Like the roar of a wild beast, the black knight who showed his face finally revealed his real treasure, the "Indestructible Lake Light" corresponding to the name of the knight in the lake.

Nothing could prove the other party's identity more than this sword, and it also completely shattered Artoria's only remaining illusion.

"Do you hate me so much, my friend."

Artoria questioned sadly, but received murderous attacks everywhere, which seemed to be the best response.

until now.

Only then can she deeply understand what kind of tough heart it is for Joan of Arc to still firmly hold the weapon in front of her old friends. The girl who was born in an ordinary life has a dignity that even a king can't match.

"What happened cannot be changed. Everyone needs to bear the sins they have done." Artoria murmured what Joan of Arc said just now, and the sword she swung seemed to carry an unbearable weight. "It was my fault to order Princess Guinevere to be executed, so I will bear all your hatred!"

The surging magic power is released from the sword, and the girl who fought for glory to the last moment ushers in a battle that does not belong to glory.

Every collision between swords is torturing Artoria's heart.

That was the subordinate she once trusted, who suffered and suffered for her glory.

What the fallen knight in the lake held high was the attack called "Resentment".

"Yes, I feel it all!"

Arturia gritted her teeth tightly, knocked the black knight's weapon away, and swung down the sword with her sword held high.

"My fault, your hatred. Lancelot, I will not ask for your forgiveness, but the victory represented by this sword is you, the thing that everyone sacrifices their lives and endures everything to protect , even if I am left alone, I must stick to this honor!"

At this moment, Artoria's motivation to wield the sword is no longer the desire to protect the country.

Rather, the King of Knights, and all the knights following the King of Knights, will surely win the glory of victory.

This honor does not allow Artoria to retreat.

so--

The surge of magical power suppressed the heaviness in her heart, and Artoria, who had already clarified herself, was no longer weak. She was a knight who vowed to win. victory.

Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of heavy impact, the battle armor, which combines superior performance and artistic beauty, can no longer withstand the epee of the King of Knights.

With a terrifying sound, it exploded.

Then there was the sound of a sharp knife entering her body, and Arturia opened her eyes tightly, forcing herself to stare at the sword piercing into her friend's body.

The battle is over.

The nostalgic voice of "King".

Looking up, the black knight's eyes, at the moment when he was about to return from defeat, seemed to be freed from the curse of madness, and restored the calm gaze like a calm lake in the past.

"Lancelot."

The tears that Arturia had been suppressing all this time flowed unbearably from her eyes under this familiar sight.

"That's true."

Lancelot seemed to be seeing the king's tears for the first time. He raised his palm as if frightened, but put it down because of his weakness.

In the end, it just turned into a relieved chuckle.

"King, it has changed."

"Yes" Artoria lowered her gaze, "I was lucky enough to meet a Master who cared about me, and he made me understand what unforgivable mistakes my past self made."

"No, as a king, you did nothing wrong." Lancelot shook his head lightly and continued with a wry smile, "The reason why I resent you is because you didn't personally punish me until the end, not because Blame me for being angry, ahem, this made me and the princess feel deeply guilty for betraying the most important person until the end."

Contrast that with the selflessness of the Hate King.

What Lancelot really hated was himself who indirectly caused the Knights of the Round Table to be torn apart.

"Lancelot." Artoria raised her head again, her eyes filled with tears but fixedly stared at this former subordinate, "I have decided to accept my failure, from now on, only as a guardian of victory Existing as a glorious knight."

"That's it. Cough." Lancelot's reaction was far more flat than Artoria expected, "Originally, everything can't be changed, and I'm no longer your loyal knight."

It seemed to carry the last trace of regret.

The black knight's body slowly dissipated with the wind.

Artoria opened her mouth. She still had a lot to say to her former subordinates, such as the apology that she was the king but brought the kingdom to ruin.

However, all languages ​​are meaningless to the other party.

After being silent for a long time in this already empty garden, Artoria wiped the corners of her eyes, and then returned to the noble figure that was entrusted with infinite blessings and hopes.

Crying like this is probably the last time.

Because a knight cannot be weak.

Arturia held the sword in her hand and rushed to the church in the distance again. The victory she promised to the Master has not yet been completed.

And when she arrived at the church, what she saw was Matou Kariya who was dying, and Tohsaka Tokiomi who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath with a broken arm and wounds all over his body from insect bites.

Tohsaka Tokiomi won the battle between this pair of enemies.

Until the end, Matou Kariya did not use Command Seals to forcibly summon Berserker.

This master understood Berserker's feeling of being driven by resentment and wanting to fight. Unfortunately, he, a half-baked magician, was still slightly defeated even when facing the seriously injured Tohsaka Tokiomi.

With longing for Aoi, Matou Kariya gradually closed his eyes.

So

Artoria looked at Lancer who was still pointing the spear point at the old priest. The only way to get in touch with the control of the command spell seemed to be the possibility of asking the other master to give the order again.

"Is this the case?"

Shen He received a call from Artoria.

He didn't really care about the safety of the old priest, but he understood Artoria's chivalry.

"I probably understand, you just wait there first, and I will arrange other things."

Shen He didn't expect that Arturia would still meet Lancelot, but judging from her appearance, it seemed that this time she was not as unbearable as in the original book.

This is his own credit, allowing his followers to grow.