Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1319 I Promised to Win the Sword

Saber was suddenly blown away by this unprecedented terrifying force. Her body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a beautiful and mournful arc in the air. Finally, with a dull thud, she fell heavily onto the hard ground, raising dust and rubble all around her, which was scattered by the impact.

The Sword of Promised Victory in her hand, the holy sword that was said to be able to cut through all obstacles, also trembled violently in this blow and almost fell out of her tightly clenched hands.

Saber endured the severe pain all over her body and struggled to get up. She held the Sword of Promised Victory tightly with both hands, barely supporting her shaky body.

Her gaze was like a torch, piercing through the flying dust, and she looked intently at the former Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, who was not far away.

In those dark eyes, there were complex and indistinguishable emotions: anger, disappointment, sadness, and a deep attachment to friendship.

Lancelot’s figure became blurred in Saber’s sight, and she could only catch a few afterimages, as if his speed had exceeded the limit that mortals could reach.

With her keen intuition, Saber raised her sword narrowly to block Lancelot's sudden and fatal blow.

The black sword light was like lightning in the dark night, tearing through the air and bringing up a sharp whistle. Along with this force, a strong wind blew up, blowing up countless dead branches and leaves. It seemed as if the sky and the earth were shrouded by an invisible force.

Although Saber blocked the sword with her amazing reaction speed, the storm like a sharp blade followed her like a shadow and could not be completely blocked.

They slammed fiercely into Saber’s armor made of magic power, making a continuous, deafening sound of metal clashing. Every impact seemed to break her will.

The raging storm blades cut crisscross gaps around Saber. The earth seemed to be torn apart, and dust and debris were swept high into the sky, forming a chaos.

However, in this chaos, a brief burst of golden light suddenly appeared, like the rising sun, instantly defeating the raging storm and restoring a moment of tranquility.

"Sir Lancelot, I will definitely save you!"

Saber's voice sounded firm but weak in the strong wind. She staggered forward a few steps, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, she made a decision, a decision that concerned her fate and glory.

As Saber’s resolve hardened, golden light suddenly burst out from her body, as dazzling as the rising sun.

This light bloomed from behind her, gathering into infinite brilliance, illuminating the entire world with golden light.

Lancelot looked at this scene in shock. He saw Saber holding up the golden sword with both hands. A brilliant light was flowing on the sword, as if it condensed all the glory and power between heaven and earth.

Golden light gathered from all directions, surging like a tide, and finally condensed into a dazzling beam of light that reached the sky.

This beam of light spans through the past and present, and even foreshadows the future. It represents the dream that all the soldiers who died on the battlefield pursued and longed for throughout their lives - it is an endless journey of glory and prayers for victory.

Under the shining of this clear light, Saber's face appeared extremely solemn and sacred. The combination of the holy sword and the girl added a bit of inviolable majesty.

Her eyes were filled with pride and determination, as if at this moment, she had merged with the holy sword and become the most dazzling existence between heaven and earth.

The next second, Saber gathered the glory condensed in the sword to the extreme, and chanted with a voice full of pride and determination: "Ex——caliber————"

With this chant, the unlocked flower of victory suddenly blossomed, and only golden light was left running wildly between heaven and earth.

The speed of this ray of light was astonishingly fast, as if a torrent of light was rushing freely between heaven and earth, swallowing up everything in its passage.

However, although the roar of light continued to flow, in fact, the light of the holy sword was only a flash of a moment.

It is just because it is too dazzling and too pure that people can't help but yearn for it and yearn for it, so it seems so long and eternal.

The accelerated beam of light was like a sharp blade that cut through space, breaking through the shackles of space in one fell swoop. The Sword of Promised Victory, as its name suggests, this golden slash was the crystallization and symbol of the glory of countless warriors.

As long as we implement this belief and glory, the golden light will be invincible and unstoppable.

Naturally, the place where Lancelot was was completely swallowed up by the rushing golden light.

Wherever the light passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, forming twisted cracks that completely submerged Lancelot's figure.

This golden light was like a rushing river, carrying endless glory and power, surging towards the end of the sky until it finally disappeared into the distant horizon.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shaken by this force, and even the dust in the air seemed to stop.

Saber stood there, her eyes closely following the light that disappeared into the sky, her face filled with exhaustion and relief.

She knew that this attack had exhausted all her strength and faith, and no matter what the result was, she had no regrets.

Lancelot was naturally reduced to ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Kenneth's face was filled with shock. He had not expected that Altria actually had such a powerful Noble Phantasm. Before, Diarmuid had injured her with the fatal yellow rose, making it impossible for her to use her own Noble Phantasm.

Now, Diarmuid is dead and the curse of the deadly yellow rose has been lifted, so Altria can use her own Noble Phantasm.

"Berserker was actually kicked out directly."

Nakano Miku also became worried.

"What should I do?"

Kenneth glanced at his apprentice.

"Use the Command Spell to get Luther back quickly!"

Kenneth said with a disappointed look on his face.

Miku Nakano had a lot of pain but couldn't speak it out, after all, Luther was not her servant. But Luther told her that this secret could not be told to anyone else.

Seeing that Nakano Miku didn't move at all, Kenneth couldn't help but think, could it be that his disciple has only one Command Spell left?
That's right, Luther is such a powerful servant, he has no taboos and is unscrupulous. It is not easy to restrain him.

Kenneth didn't say anything more.

"Come on!"

Kenneth hurriedly took Nakano Miku and wanted to leave.

Altria did not stop him because the most important thing now was Kiritsugu Emiya's safety.

She heard the sound of gunfire coming from Emiya Kiritsugu's direction.

However, when Altria arrived, she discovered that the enemy was Kotomine Kirei.

When Artoria appeared, she was surrounded by Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

(End of this chapter)