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"I give an order in the name of the Command Seal, [Lancer], to complete my order, do your best, and fight until the last moment!"

"In the name of the Command Seal, I order, [Lancer], to ahem, to gain the final victory!"

Along with the Command Seal came the last two words left by the Master. This sudden situation made Demuludo, who was fighting fiercely with Artoria, tremble all over. Waves of grief followed one after another. Hit his heart.

Without warning, Arturia slashed him out with a sword and slammed into the house behind him. The huge impact caused the house to collapse instantly, burying Demuludo deeply inside.

"Um?"

After fighting with Dimulut several times, Artoria naturally knew that the other person was not someone who would be distracted during the battle. He who adhered to the spirit of chivalry absolutely could not do such behavior.

But at the moment of the fight, Dimuludo was indeed distracted and subconsciously reduced the strength of his hand, and then he was slashed away by her sword.

So, is it the Master’s side?

At this time, Xiao Mo, who was secretly observing, said on the surface: "Although the power of the sword just now was very strong, judging from the previous fights with him, [Lancer] should be able to withstand it, but why was he directly knocked away?" ?”

Secretly, he was a little excited: "Wow, my father is so powerful, he knocked [Lancer] away with just one sword!"

Artoria, who was well aware of the strength of both sides, took a few steps forward to take a look at Dimuludo's situation, and she also wanted to ask him why he was distracted during the battle.

This is a great insult to the knight who fights with all his strength!

Before she could take a few steps, an extremely violent magic power came out from the ruins of the broken house, and Demuludo, who was buried deep inside, appeared in front of Artoria.

Demuludo knelt on one knee, his proud head lowered slightly, making his expression unclear. The spear in his hand was stuck on the ground in front of him, and a sad temperament came from him, making Arturia stop involuntarily.

This scene lasted for about a few minutes. When Dimuludo stood up again, there was a smile on his face again, but the tears in the corners of his eyes made his tear mole even more dazzling.

"I obey your orders, my Master!" Dimuludo pulled out the red spear beside him and whispered.

The next moment, with the magic power almost overflowing from his body, Demuludo, holding a single gun, rushed towards Artoria.

Facing the high-spirited and even slightly crazy Demuludo, although Arturia was surprised by what had just happened, the atmosphere before the fierce battle also made her use all her strength to deal with the incoming spear.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, but the moment the two stepped into their respective attack ranges, the guns and swords in their hands clashed like flashes of light.

There was no thought or action to dodge, and it also carried a desperate determination never to retreat.

The red flash that contained murderous intent shot out like a barrage, constantly colliding with the golden stream of light swung by the opponent. It either shot down the opponent's flash or was annihilated by the opponent's flash.

Just in that short period of exhalation and inhalation, dozens, hundreds or even thousands of flashes of light collide with each other.

This collision was short but extremely long. In the eyes of Mordred, who was watching the battle, this was a true battle in which both sides showed off what they had learned throughout their lives.

Demuludo's spear and Artoria's sword, these amazing skills from different time and space, collided without reservation under the night sky here.

When the two of them separated, each other was breathing heavily.

The mere collision of marksmanship and swordsmanship can actually make them feel this tired. This is simply unbelievable to them as heroic spirits.

But it also seemed very normal. In the battle just now, the two of them mobilized all their energy and spirit to deal with each other's attacks, which naturally consumed a lot of money.

"[Saber], it is my greatest luck to meet an opponent like you in this life. Although I really want to keep fighting with you, it is a pity that everything must come to an end."

Turning the spear, Dimuludo slowly assumed a posture, which was a thrusting posture. But some light particles began to appear on his body. This was not a spiritual transformation, but a sign that he was about to return to the Hall of Valor.

Although he was blessed by Kenneth's two command spells, both he as the master and Sora as the supplier of magic power died at the hands of Emiya Kiritsugu, which left Demuludo now in a state of being without a master. .

Originally, with the magical bonus of the Command Seal, he could still persist for a few days. Maybe he could find another Master during these few days.

But it is a pity that Demuludo came to the world as a heroic spirit this time to be loyal to his master. Naturally, it was impossible to find another master, so he used all his magic power in the battle with Artoria. .

And now, all the magic power has been almost exhausted!

Therefore, this "thrust" shot is his last resort!

Because if you ask him what the fastest attack of a gun is, he will answer "push" without hesitation.

After using a gun for so long, Dimuludo knew very well that if a gun is facing the enemy from the front and stabs the opponent at the fastest speed and the shortest distance, then the power of this gun is the greatest!

At this time, the most basic and highest-level secret in spear art is at the same time!

Demuludo, who was prepared, looked at Artoria: "This is my last attack, and it is also the strongest attack! So, [Saber] No, King of Knights, please also use your strongest moves to deal with it. Bar!"

This kind of invitation is really suitable for Artoria. Being able to openly decide the outcome with her opponent using the strongest moves is what she looks forward to most!

"That's natural!"

Holding the golden sword tightly with both hands, Artoria poured all her strength into her wrists holding the sword hilt tightly, and then raised him high. The sword's edge was aimed at the fingers of Demuludo's hand. Holding the tip of his own spear.

Unlike Demuludo, who was calmly preparing to thrust, the holy sword held high by Artoria was emitting an extremely dazzling light at this moment.

And the light is still gathering, as if illuminating this holy sword is his supreme mission, the brilliance condenses infinitely, forming a dazzling beam of light.

Under this fierce and clear light, I am afraid that anyone who sees it will be unable to say anything. It's a pity that only a few people can see such brilliance.

The figure of a hero who once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than night.

It has been unyielding for ten years and undefeated in twelve battles. This meritorious service is unparalleled in the world, and this honor is unparalleled. They transcend time and space and are immortal.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer called "Glory" that all the warriors who have disappeared on the battlefield throughout the ages have pursued and longed for throughout their lives.

Taking pride in upholding this will and fulfilling this belief as righteousness, the King of Knights now loudly chanted the true name of the miracle in his hand.

Its name is - "Ex - calibur!!!"

The magic power was accelerated by the unbound dragon factor, turning into a flash of light and rushing towards the knight holding the red spear.

"This is exactly the fight I'm after!"

With a low groan, Dimuludo turned into red lightning and rushed forward with a smile on his face.

"The red rose that breaks the devil—Broken!!!"

Although the spear in his hand has the property of destroying demons, it seems so insignificant in the face of this impact that condenses the faith of countless people.

【Lancer】, Demuludo Audina, exits at this moment!

Dimuludo gradually turned into particles of light and dispersed in the brilliance, with an extremely satisfied smile on his face. All his wishes were fulfilled at this moment.

Whether it was his loyalty to his lord or his battle with the King of Knights, it was enough for him to engrave these memories in his heart, and he would never forget them even if he returned to the Hall of Valor!

I'm just sorry, Master, for not being able to bring you the final victory.