Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The strong wind howled, and the two figures that could not be captured by ordinary people left cracked scars on the ground during the constant confrontation, and the dense cracks spread like spider webs.

Every time the two collided, a storm would be set off because of that terrifying force. Lancelot's expression had gradually changed from seriousness at the beginning to seriousness. If you look closely, his expression was still a little bit stunned.

So strong... My king from another world, so strong!

Although thinking like this might belittle Arturia, but from Lancelot's own feelings, the Saber in front of him is even better in battle.

It's not just the difference in attributes, but in terms of mentality, Arturia's perfect kingship has been most directly demonstrated in Saber.

There is cruelty in kindness, and decisiveness in perseverance. Except for the faint innocence, Saber is almost the same as King Arthur in Lancelot's impression.

I came with a berserker as a container, although after changing the master, the correction of losing madness was offset by the master, and after pulling out the treasure without any worries, my attributes will only be better, but I am not a saber after all order.

The innate correction brought by this strongest class to Saber makes the current Lancelot just stand on the same level as the opponent. Even if he always gains the upper hand with his exquisite technical advantages, he will be quickly pulled back by Saber gap.

This is not because Lancelot is shaken by facing the object of atonement, but an iron-clad fact.

During the staggering, Lancelot shot out his whole body, turned the magic sword in his hand slightly back, pointed it at Saber, and then took advantage of the situation and swung it down fiercely.

Saber's skills honed on the battlefield can also be called excellent, but in Lancelot's view, there are still flaws. If this blow hits the ground, Saber will be cut in two directly.

However, his sword was emptied.

The blade as gorgeous as the shining lake water collided fiercely with the holy sword bound in the scabbard transformed from the concept of restraint, and the majestic wind magic power rotated and delivered, forming a A pure white storm that drowns everything.

It was too late to block Lancelot's slash, not only did the holy sword user forcefully turn around to deal with the fatal blow, but simply complied with the posture he had just retreated, releasing all his magic power, and cooperating with the wind king's barrier, making himself The body and the sword spun together.

The blade danced mercilessly under the high-speed rotation, and the gust of wind gushing out from the holy sword in Saber's hand changed the direction of the wind. While unloading Lancelot's attack, it also turned the raging wind into a blow that could ravage everything. Ferocious tornado.

This is the case again, Lancelot asked himself, under the limited conditions, he should not be careless, but faced with this situation, he still had to choose to jump back.

"Are all the guys who can release magic power monsters? They have exploded several times, but they are not even tired."

This skill has a very special position, people without it will be strong, but those with it will definitely not be weak.

It seems that it is just a simple act of adding magic power to the body and weapons, but the premise of being able to possess this skill means that its physical ability itself is very monster, and it can withstand such a high output of magic power.

When there is a gap in attributes, it is just a fighting technique to make up for shortcomings, and when the attributes of the two parties are similar, this ability becomes an important strategy to reverse the situation of the battle.

"call--"

Without pausing, Saber took a deep breath. The heart that was the core of magic power pumped scorching magic power, filling his body, allowing him to quickly recover. When Irisviel was the master, his style of play It has also become a lot more extravagant.

He looked at Lancelot with shining eyes, and said calmly: "Mr. Lancelot, you are really strong. In the past, I could fight with you all day, but now, do you want to stop?"

Saber said calmly: "In hand-to-hand combat, although your technique is better than mine, you won't be able to produce results for a while. If we really want to decide the winner, we must release the real name of the Noble Phantasm."

"Although your master has taken my master away, judging from the results, he should have no malicious intentions. Therefore, I don't want to fight with you at this time."

No malice?

Lancelot smiled wryly. He didn't have much contact with Roland, and he was somewhat grateful for his behavior. But even so, he also understood that Roland didn't care about his or Saber's life or death. His master just wanted to see what happened when the two collided. bring about chemical reactions.

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 calm that the meat will always rot in his own pot.

"My lord, although I think this kind of fair battle between knights is very rare and may not happen again in the future, but I am willing to accept a temporary truce, because I also have questions I want to ask you."

Lancelot's voice rang in Saber's ear.

"My dream is to die under your sword and get the punishment I deserve. So, what is the unwilling wish that can make you feel unwilling?"

"I will save my country, save Britain."

Saber expressed her wish in a sad but determined voice.

"..."

But even though he was mentally prepared, this innocent wish still shocked Lancelot.

"Are you trying to... negate the history that has continued from the past to the present?"

"I don't want to do this, but I must save my motherland. In order to prevent the blood-stained tragedy from happening again, and to prevent the birth of that hell-like scene, I must do it."

Ahhh—the correct king, the perfect king, he is the most selfless and the greatest incarnation of the king, the ideal king that all knights yearn for, and the monarch who willingly places himself under him and sacrifices his life .

Even if thousands of years have passed, even if he came from another world, this nobility is still admirable.

Although Lancelot does not think that this ideal will achieve the correct result, but if this is King Arthur's choice, he will willingly offer his sword.

Because if you haven't seen Britain struggling in death and suffering, you won't understand it.

The kingdom that was originally thriving, in the cold but correct choice of King Arthur, and in the rumor of "King Arthur doesn't understand people" spread by some bastard, how breathless it is in the process of going to ruin.

"If the king wants to do it all over again, maybe it's not bad..."

Lancelot's fighting spirit has diminished a lot, and the blade of his sword is also slightly lowered. It is rare to receive such direct approval. Saber is also a little surprised, showing a warm smile.

"Thank you, Sir Lancelot. If you agree, then you should be right. It really shouldn't be me who pulled out that sword..."

"What did you say?"

Lancelot raised his head abruptly, his pupils flashed scarlet, and madness and killing intent continued to emerge from his body.

Shouldn't the king who pulled out that sword be Arthur? Do not make jokes!

It is clear that King Arthur did nothing wrong, and it is clear that we sad knights are the ones who are wrong.

"How dare you... how dare you deny everything King Arthur has done!"

The frenziedness that had faded turned into strength again and infiltrated Lancelot's body. Although the level was much lower than before, it was enough to prove his madness at the moment.

Britain can start over, but the choice of King Arthur will never be allowed to change.

History can be subverted, but the legend of King Arthur will never be allowed to disappear.

Even those who want to deny this period of history, even King Arthur himself will never allow it!

Under Saber's astonished eyes, Lancelot let out a ferocious roar, and rushed over again.

"—A king who doesn't understand people's hearts like you! I want to correct you!"