Chapter 51 Commanded by the Command Curse

Chivalry.

It is a standard established to fulfill the obligation of protecting the lord. Chivalry and morality are the aristocratic cultural spirit of the upper class. It is a moral and personality spirit based on the sense of honor of personal identity, and it also accumulates some positive factors of the ancient martial spirit of Western European nations.

In those ignorant times in Europe, heroes who believed in chivalry galloped on the vast land, waving their guns and swords, saving civilians and driving away beasts, just like a bright light illuminating the future of Europe.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, justice, soul.

Those warriors who abide by the way of chivalry eventually became the mark of a nation and an era, and were written into legends by bards and passed down from generation to generation.

At this moment, Lancer, who chose to give his back to Saber and pointed his gun at Berserker, the way this spearman spirit practiced the dignity in his heart was a true portrayal of those heroes who walked on the way of chivalry.

The iron pillar that was cut off flew in the air, and after a loud bang, it was stuck in the ground.

"This Saber has made an appointment with me... If you still insist on interrupting, I will not stand idly by."

"Lancer..." Saber was moved by the nobleness of her opponent.

But not everyone at the scene agreed with this noble sentiment.

"What are you doing, Lancer? Now is a good opportunity to defeat Saber!"

The invisible voice asked coldly, but Lancer showed a very serious expression. He lowered his head to show humility, but his body was still straight, standing on the ground like a spear:

"I, Diarmuid Odina, swear on my honor that I will defeat Saber!"

He said loudly to the void:

"If you don't believe it, I can first deal with this mad dog to prove it to you! I hope you will grant me your permission, my lord!"

The warehouse street fell into silence for a while, as if the whole world was listening, listening to the request of this noble man.

The evening breeze blew slowly, and the night wind brought a thorough coolness.

"Command with the Command Seal."

The silent atmosphere froze on the spot.

"Cover Berserker, kill Saber..."

The light in the man's eyes went out, and Shuoyue beside him sighed softly.

"Kill."

The hidden place was illuminated by red light, and after returning to darkness, only two Command Seals were left in Kenneth's hand.

The Command Seal is the absolute command power over the Servant, and no matter how great the Heroic Spirit is, he cannot disobey the command of the Command Seal.

This also means that Lancer has lost his free will.

The tip of the red gun turned and whistled towards Saber. Saber flew back at the critical moment, and the tips of the long and short guns passed through her eyes one after another.

Lancer's amazing gun skills made him stab the enemy behind him with his left and right guns before he turned around. Such superb double-gun gun skills are Lancer's real ability. There is no mercy on his sharp gun tips.

"Lancer!" Saber exclaimed, but she was stuck in the middle of her words. She saw Lancer's handsome face twisted with anger and humiliation. That extremely sad and angry expression fully expressed his feelings better than any excuse.

The soul that was proud of the chivalry was twisted into a killing machine that only obeyed orders. The martial arts and abilities trained by the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid will ignore his beliefs and be ruthlessly used only to complete the Master's orders.

Saber, who is also a Heroic Spirit, can deeply understand the regret.

"... Saber... I'm sorry..."

Lancer groaned in pain and gradually shortened the distance between him and Saber. Although his expression was full of shame and anger, the two magic spears on the left and right emitted murderous magic, which rose up like a mirage.

In silence, Berserker slowly stepped forward and stood side by side with Lancer who was maintaining an offensive posture. The red veins of the leaves densely covered the fragments of the iron pillar, turning the fragments into a strange weapon more terrifying than a sword.

The two powerful servants released their ruthless killing intent to threaten Saber.

There was no way to escape.

If her left hand was not injured, she might still be able to find a way to survive, but Saber was now using all her strength to deal with Berserker alone. If even Lancer was against her at this time, there would be no chance of winning.

"Irisviel, I will block this place. You take this opportunity to leave first, the farther the better!"

Irisviel shook her head resolutely and rejected Saber's request.

"Irisviel, go!" Artoria, who was already determined to die, urged.

"Don't worry, Saber, trust your Master." Irisviel remained motionless, her fists clenched tightly, and spoke with ulterior motives.

This was a secret known only to them - Irisviel standing next to Saber was not the one who summoned her, and Saber's real Master was hiding behind the scenes, spying on everyone's every move on the battlefield.

"So - please, my dear."

Irisviel had no distractions, and she prayed for help from her husband who was nowhere to be found.

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to turn this situation into a chance of victory."

A windbreaker fluttered above the building.

After returning to the sniper point, Emiya Kiritsugu, with a bandage still wrapped around his abdomen, raised the Walter WA2000 again and aimed the heat-sensing sniper rifle at Lancer's Master, Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelud.

The Rider team had already retreated one step ahead of time, and Assassin, who threatened Emiya Kiritsugu's life, was also stabbed in the heart by the unknown Caster and died.

Now, no one can affect the magician killer's performance.

"Maiya, have you found Berserker's Master?"

"No."

So, Emiya Kiritsugu came to a conclusion.

"Now, shoot Lancer's Master from here. This is the only way to break through the current situation."

Start attacking after counting to zero. This time, there must be no mistakes.

"--Six"

Kiritsugu began to count down in a low voice while aiming the crosshairs of the heat-sensing sight at Lancer's Master.

"——Five"

The sight has been adjusted to zero at a distance of 500 meters. When the distance to the target is closer than the zeroing distance, the impact point will shift upward from the crosshairs. Lancer's Master is about 300 meters away from Kiritsugu, and he carefully adjusts the aiming point.

"——Four"

Lancer was forced to do something against his will because of his Master's Command Spell. Although it is impossible to predict how he will react after losing his Master, Kiritsugu believes that he should not continue to attack Saber. If the most direct threat is only Berserker, Saber will be able to find a way to take Irisviel away.

"——Three"

The corner of the clothes was pulled by someone.

"I don't allow you to do this."

The girl's cold voice sounded, and paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about the name.

"Kiritsugu."

"That is my brother's prey."

One served, the other summoned, and in the end, both groups of people did not have a good end in the original work. It can only be said that it was fate.