Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

The roar of light is still flowing, but in fact the light of the holy sword is only a moment, because it is too dazzling and pure, which makes people yearn involuntarily, so it seems extremely long.

The accelerated light beam breaks through the shackles of space in one fell swoop. As the name suggests, the sword of vowed victory is actually the crystallization of the glory of the soldiers. As long as this belief is carried out, the golden light will be invincible.

As a matter of course, Duke's position was swallowed by the rushing golden light until the golden light disappeared at the end of the sky.

Excessive exhaustion, Saber held the sword of vowed victory with both hands, trying to maintain the honor of the knight as much as possible, her messy hair drooped, and she was about to lose her footing.

Emiya Kiritsugu lay on the edge of the building, with one foot in the air, and after crawling back to the ground, he couldn't help feeling lingering in his heart, and he almost said goodbye to the world.

"Win! The Sword of Promised Victory is an A++-level anti-city treasure. If it hits head-on, even Berserker has no chance of surviving..." Emiya Kiritsugu thought so, looked up in Duke's direction, Then the smiling face immediately turned into astonishment, and the mouth opened and forgot to close.

The brilliance of the King's Sword wiped out the area where Duke was, but in the middle, there was still a stubborn figure standing upright.

Duke, disguised as Gandalf, appeared in front of Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu in an extremely embarrassing posture at this moment, with the armor on his body torn to pieces, his feet firmly on the ground, and his left hand holding Frostmourne in front of him , the right hand... is gone, and most of the body is gone. Like butter gouged out by a hot knife, the arc-shaped incision is extremely radiant, and even the cut surfaces of bones and internal organs can be seen.

Duke closed his eyes tightly, maintained a posture of raising his sword to block, motionless, as if he was dead.

"Berserker, you actually died standing up..." Saber showed respect, and the figure in front of her was extremely tall despite being embarrassed.

After Emiya Kiritsugu was stunned, fear flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Saber, he's not dead yet, hurry up and make up the knife!"

Although this kind of injury is equivalent to death, the death of a follower is different from that of a normal person. If he really dies, his body will dissipate and return to the Hall of Valor. Moreover, Emiya Kiritsugu could clearly see that Duke's chest was still pulsating slightly, and he was still breathing.

Saber gasped when she heard this, and then saw Duke's closed eyes opened, and he slightly shook his neck, hands and feet, as if he was... getting used to his current crippled body.

"It's a powerful treasure, and it's a worthwhile trip to experience the famous Sword of Promised Victory." Duke stuck Frostmourne on the ground, and touched the right half with his hand, feeling empty and a little unaccustomed.

Seeing the monster-like life force, Saber and Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't think, could this guy not be able to kill him?

"I forgot to tell you, the old man has gone through countless bloody battles, big and small, even I can't count them, but the glory has always been with the old man. Every battle must be won, and the enemy must be defeated. No one has ever defeated the old man , so this legend spread in Middle-Earth has become the old man's treasure 'Mage never dies on the battlefield'!!" Duke said solemnly and seriously, he didn't fool anyone, because there is no evidence to prove that he was fooling people .

Duke continued to...cough cough, and continued to talk about the ability of the treasure: "With this treasure, no matter how dangerous the battle is, no matter how powerful the enemy is, the old man will not die on the battlefield."

Saber only feels fascinated, what a heroic person it must be to be able to materialize such a glorious Noble Phantasm. Then he smiled wryly: "So, wouldn't it mean that he will never be able to defeat you?"

Duke secretly said Nice, worried that no one would answer, and didn't know how to pretend. He straightened his hoarse voice full of magnetism, and continued: "That's not the case, this old man can be killed. If you sprinkle the sky with the golden blood of the gods, and then plant the most vicious curse, you can kill this old man!"

"Berserker, is that really the case?" Sullen voices suddenly came from all directions, some were male and some were female, erratic, making it hard to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! whoosh

Eight black shadows wearing bone masks suddenly appeared, surrounded Duke, and the encirclement suddenly shrank. The black shadows pierced all kinds of weapons into Duke's body.

Short swords, scimitars, daggers, military stabs, in the blink of an eye, several holes were pierced through Duke's body, and every weapon stopped before it entered the handle.

"Assassin!!" Saber was a little far away, and his physical strength had not yet recovered, so he could only watch Duke being attacked.

Saber was both startled and angry, even though Duke spoke rudely and snatched Irisviel away, but it was all coerced by the command spell, not out of his own will. A warrior like him who is full of glory... even if he can't defeat him head-on, he shouldn't die from a despicable sneak attack.

After the Assassins succeeded, they didn't feel much joy, instead a cold chill rose in their hearts. On the weapon with the blood tank opened, there was a poisonous light, but strangely, no blood flowed. Only then did they wake up in shock. It seemed that most of Duke's body was gone, and he was not seen bleeding on the ground. .

Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, and the Assassins wanted to pull out their weapons to escape, but found that their weapons were imprisoned by steel, and they couldn't pull them out even with all their strength. Under the trembling of their hearts, another desperate voice came from their ears.

"Mice, who gave you the courage to set foot on the old man's battlefield, you really don't know how to live or die!"

A cloud of black mist spread from Duke's feet, and the flowing black spread up Assassin's feet, and all life was wiped out, leaving only white bones. In the blink of an eye, eight skeletons appeared beside Duke, and the attack of death was so fast that Assassin didn't even let out a scream.

Crash!

The skeleton fell to the ground and shattered, turning into powder and disappearing. Duke breathed out lightly, and burst out of magic power to eject the sword on his body.

"I really don't want to use this trick, but... the old man will accept your vitality." Duke's eyes flashed, and the vacant parts that were cut off grew rapidly.

First the skeleton, then the internal organs, and finally the flesh texture, blood vessels and meridians, covered by a new layer of skin, the whole person was revived with blood, without leaving even a scrape.

Duke flipped his wrist, and extracted another joy of fire from the void, and danced his silver hair with both mad warriors, indicating that it would not be a big problem to fight seventy or eighty servants again.

"..."

The corners of Saber's eyes twitched, what is this, how can this be beaten, this is simply cheating!

Emiya Kiritsugu had never been so desperate like today, even though he had seen Duke display a powerful strength enough to sweep the Holy Grail War before, he didn't feel that there was no possibility of victory. But now, he can't see any chance of victory... Oh, he can also go find the blood of the gods and cast a curse on Duke!

"Saber, let's go on, show your bravery as the ever-victorious king." Duke said kindly: "Don't be discouraged, the old man can remind me that if I cut off my limbs and head and seal them in the four poles of the world, I can also let the old man Noble Phantasm has failed. Come on, cut off the old man's head!"

Saber was silent for a while, saying this was the same as not saying it, but she still raised her golden sword. Giving up is impossible, RBQ is also impossible, she is ready to fight to the death.

Rumble———

The cloudless clear sky was suddenly covered with overcast clouds, and an ox cart arrived with the sound of rolling thunder. Rider, driving the Kamui wheel, descended from the sky with his concubine, raised his broadsword and pointed at Duke.

"Ahahaha! Berserker, I ask you, you said that you can kill you by cutting off your limbs and head, and sealing it in the north and south of the world, is it true?"

Duke nodded, and said righteously: "It's natural. This old man wields Gandalf and has dedicated his life to the truth. There is no way he can tell a lie!"

Saber frowned on the side, it was uncomfortable to be intervened in the duel, but she was also relieved, Duke put too much pressure on her.

"In that case, let me have a try!" Rider swept his long sword across, and the top floor of the building was suddenly replaced by strange magic power, and everyone disappeared without a trace together with him.

The wind swept past, and after everyone disappeared, Lancelot, who arrived late, rushed to the top of the building. Looking at the empty surroundings, he felt extremely anxious. Just now he saw an extremely dazzling golden light. Glory is an existence that he will never forget in his life.

It can be said that even if Lancelot forgot his surname and turned into a Berserker without thinking ability, that figure would still be deeply etched in his mind.

"Arthur..." Lancelot muttered to himself, his eyes were a little hesitant, but more determined.

As for Duke...Unfortunately, Lancelot was only thinking about foolishness and completely forgot about his Master.

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