Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1318: Rebellious Lancelot
As the "Indestructible Lake Light" was unsheathed, Lancelot's aura changed drastically in an instant.

All of his attributes, including strength, speed, and endurance, have achieved a qualitative leap, as if a true god of war had descended upon the world.

At the same time, his treasure that symbolized "not for one's own glory" became ineffective, and his helmet automatically fell off in a faint light, revealing a face distorted by pain and obsession. His long purple hair was scattered like a waterfall, setting off his face that looked like a devil returning from hell.

"Sir Lancelot?"

There was a tremor of disbelief in Altria's voice. She had never expected that she would meet her former best friend here in such an opposing attitude.

Clang!
A crisp sound of metal collision cut through the noise of the battlefield. With her keen intuition, Artoria reacted almost the moment Lancelot launched his attack.

Her golden sword came forward at an incredible angle, clashing fiercely with the "Indestructible Lake Light" in mid-air, causing ripples visible to the naked eye.

However, despite Altria's superb swordsmanship, the difference in strength cannot be ignored.

Lancelot's strength was far beyond her imagination. That heavy blow not only made her arm numb, but also swept her away. When she landed, she took several steps back before she could barely keep her body steady. The ground beneath her feet cracked and dust flew because of her rapid steps.

The two swords intersected again, and the sound of metal clashing was endless. Every collision seemed to be testing the will and strength of both sides.

Lancelot was tall and had incredible strength. He held the sword in both arms, pressing down on Artoria like a mountain, and every swing of his sword was as powerful as thunder.

Although Altria was at a disadvantage, she did not show the slightest fear.

She pressed her feet firmly against the ground, her golden eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

Her body almost bent into a bow under the tremendous pressure, and her feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground, which was proof of her desperate resistance.

However, the gap in power is ultimately an insurmountable chasm.

After a fierce confrontation, Lancelot suddenly exerted force and pushed Artoria away along with the golden sword in her hand. Like a fallen leaf in the wind, Artoria was pushed sideways more than ten meters away, and the grass and trees along the way were broken under her impact.

boom!
Finally, Lancelot launched a charge, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, unstoppable.

At the moment when he was about to hit Artoria, he suddenly stopped, kicked out with his right foot, and hit the armor on Artoria's chest with a force enough to shake a mountain.

Although the armor was extremely strong, it seemed fragile in the face of such powerful force.

Like a kite with a broken string, Altria was kicked away fiercely, drawing a long parabola and finally crashing into a sturdy tree. The trunk broke and she herself fell heavily to the ground, with dust and fallen leaves flying everywhere.

Lancelot let out a deafening roar, like the last struggle of a wild beast under the moonlight. He gripped the sword tightly, the tip of the sword flashing a cold light under the moonlight, like the scythe of the god of death, and rushed towards Saber mercilessly.

The night was as dark as ink and the surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the clanging of weapons and heavy breathing.

Lancelot, once hailed as the bravest warrior among the Knights of the Round Table, now had a face so distorted that his former handsomeness was almost unrecognizable.

His eyes were filled with pain, anger, and determination; every time he swung his sword, there was a sound of the air tearing, as if he wanted to pour out all his unwillingness and despair into this hopeless battle.

"Qiang!"

With a crisp metallic collision sound, Lancelot's heavy sword slashed down with an unstoppable force. Although Saber tried her best to raise the Sword of Promised Victory in her hand to block, she was still forced to kneel on one knee by the huge force. Her body under the armor trembled slightly, showing that she was under tremendous pressure.

Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and every gasp seemed like she was fighting for a glimmer of life in a battle with death.

This sword was not only a challenge from Lancelot as a knight to the monarch, but also a complete break in the deep friendship between them.

But there was no resentment in her heart, only deep self-blame.

She understood that if it weren't for her mistakes and failures that led to the split of the Round Table, she and Lancelot wouldn't have to come to this point, and wouldn't have to face their former best friends and draw swords against each other.

This kind of pain was undoubtedly the most cruel torment for Lancelot.

Saber raised her head, her determined eyes gleaming with an unyielding light. She stared into Lancelot's eyes filled with resentment, trying to find a trace of the warmth of the past in them.

"Sir Lancelot, I will definitely obtain the Holy Grail and make up for my past mistakes and regrets..."

Her words were full of determination and hope, but fate did not seem to give her the chance to fulfill her vow.

Before she could finish her words, there was a gust of strong wind accompanied by an irresistible force. Saber felt a sharp pain on her cheek and was kicked away like a kite with a broken string.

In mid-air, two long streaks of blood broke the silence of the night. It was the blood that flowed from the corners of her mouth, and it was also the externalization of her inner pain.

“Wow, wow, wow—”

Saber rolled in the air for several times before finally landing heavily on the ground, groaning in pain.

Lancelot's face became even more ferocious at this moment. His footsteps suddenly stopped when he was about to step forward to chase, as if he was restrained by some invisible force.

"Arthur..."

Lancelot's voice was low and hoarse, full of mixed emotions.

He leaped forward with all his might, and in a flash he appeared in front of Saber. Facing the Sword of Promised Victory that was about to be chopped down and represented absolute victory, he actually raised his hand and grasped the sword that shone with golden light.

At that moment, blood-black lines quickly spread to his arms. The knight's ability to not die with his bare hands was stimulated to the extreme at this moment.

Saber saw this and realized that if Lancelot was allowed to fully control this power, the consequences would be disastrous.

So, she gritted her teeth and released a small-scale golden light, which bounced Lancelot away.

At this critical moment, Saber succeeded, and her beloved Noble Phantasm was saved, but there was no joy in her heart.

Lancelot's melancholy and angry eyes were engraved deeply in her heart like a brand, becoming a pain that she could never erase.

"Indestructible Lake Light" was waved in Lancelot's hand, and the black sword light and the golden sword light collided violently in the air. Every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar and flying sparks.

(End of this chapter)