Anime Crossover: Unparalleled Comprehension, Shocking the Star God

Upon hearing Gilgamesh's words, the female war goddess nodded.

"Although I only bear the name given to me by my beloved son, as a noble knight, I cannot tolerate the existence of someone who truly bears a stigma."

Her gaze toward the black knight Lancelot was like a knife, making the two Servants who were fighting feel a sense of threat.

"That's right!"

Guinevere nodded, glancing at the elegant Artoria before her gaze towards the black knight burned with fury.

"In my world, those are nothing but pointless rumors, but in this world, they are clearly an unforgivable betrayal!"

　23 As the person who personally created the Arthurian legend, Guinevere knew better than anyone that King Arthur did not exist in her world, and the story of Guinevere and Lancelot's affair was naturally fabricated.

She had no choice; the public loved watching these melodramatic plots. She invested in a struggling novelist who wrote over a dozen versions of the Arthurian legend, and this melodramatic version became a hit.

In order to accelerate the spread of the myth, she had no choice but to endure it, since the innocent would clear themselves.

However, in the Type-Moon universe, King Arthur was indeed cuckolded.

Even if it's just a Platonic relationship, it still constitutes emotional infidelity.

Guinevere, who had asked Artoria about this dozens of times, was very clear about this.

After spending a long time together, she naturally felt dissatisfied with Lancelot and Guinevere of this world because she really liked the child she created and Artoria's upright and honest character.

Even if they are the same individuals in different dimensions, it doesn't stop them from wanting to teach each other a lesson.

At this moment, upon seeing Lancelot, who had cuckolded Artoria, the two were even more excited than Artoria herself.

Artoria was somewhat bewildered by the two men's aggressive demeanor.

"There's no need for you two to be so upset. Guinevere and I never had any romantic feelings for each other. I had no romantic feelings for anyone at the time, and the person I love now is not her..."

After pausing slightly and glancing furtively at Su Mo, Artoria continued, forcing herself to remain calm.

“Since I have someone I love, it’s normal for Guinevere to waver. As for Lord Lancelot… it was my fault for handling things wrong back then. If I had acted swiftly and decisively, directly sentencing him to prison and having Lord Galahad succeed him as a nobleman, Britain probably wouldn’t have fallen so quickly.”

Now, Artoria has long since moved on from that past.

She didn't have any romantic feelings for Guinevere; she just felt guilty for holding him back.

She was never actually angry about being cheated on.

Since she's not your partner, but just a close friend, there's no question of being cheated on.

Now that she has gradually opened her heart and become influenced by Su Mo's words, she no longer cares about the past.

The only thing that bothered her was her own wrong decision, which led her to destroy Britain with her own hands.

Putting aside the inevitable destruction, after acting alongside Su Mo, Artoria had already gained a deeper understanding and judgment of how to become a true king.

She now understands the mistakes she made back then.

From the very beginning, she shouldn't have shown such inexplicable leniency by allowing Lancelot, a powerful nobleman with a blood feud with the other Knights of the Round Table, to leave. This was undoubtedly the fuse that ignited the rift.

The matter between Lancelot and Guinevere is not actually important. The moment the incident broke out, it was destined that the Knights of the Round Table, who were loyal to her, would have an irreparable rift with Lancelot.

At this point, she shouldn't try to smooth things over; instead, she should directly kill Lancelot.

With a strong sense of righteousness, she could both mend the conflicts and prevent her subordinates from developing deep-seated hatred. All she needed to do was support a new, obedient nobleman to the throne, and Lancelot's forces would not cause any unrest.

After all, people who are already dead are sunk costs, and no one cares about them.

Artoria was neither lying nor putting on a brave face.

With her strength and her path to power further advanced, she now has a sense of security and reliance in her heart. She is no longer the confused little girl she once was; she has undergone a comprehensive upgrade.

however--

"No! I can't stand it!"

Guinevere clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury.

"My lord! This is our battle, please rest for a moment!"

The God of War, Bai, also spoke in this way.

They could see that Artoria now harbored feelings for their master, which was normal, but they still couldn't accept the humiliating record before them.

"All right……"

After exchanging a glance with Su Mo, the Saber King reluctantly put down the Star Holy Sword in his hand.

Why is it that every time this happens, someone is trying to steal her credit?

Seeing her compromise, the White God of War and Guinevere exchanged a glance, their eyes sparking with electricity.

"Uncle, please let Guinevere remove this stain herself!"

"I'm sorry, my beloved son, I didn't hear you!"

The White Goddess of War showed no sign of backing down. The reins and the white horse appeared together, transforming into lightning along with her.

·

Beneath the Miwakawa Bridge, amidst the container-filled port, gleaming golden spearmen clashed with jet-black knights.

"A mere Berserker possesses martial arts skills comparable to yours, Lancer?"

Lancer's voice echoed throughout the area, his tone revealing an undisguised arrogance and astonishment.

If someone pays attention, they can tell from this sentence that Lancer has an extraordinary background.

Of course, there's no need for such trouble. Just by looking at Lancer's dazzling figure, you can tell he's definitely not some nobody.

"Yes, Master!"

Even amidst the intense battle, Lancer's tone remained remarkably calm and composed, revealing little emotion.

"Only by honing one's martial arts to the point of perfect harmony between mind, body, and technique can one possibly master this state of being able to unleash power without being affected by any mental influence. Although he lost his mind, Berserker must have been a renowned hero in his time!"

No sooner had these words been uttered than thunder and lightning were heard from not far away.

"Master, be careful! A powerful enemy is attacking!"

Lancer instinctively sensed the danger, took a step back, and was ready to cover her Master at any moment.

Anyone with a sound mind would know to stop fighting at this point and join forces to deal with the new enemy.

However, the Servant before them was Berserker, notoriously brainless.

The dark knight took a step forward, still wanting to entangle them.

Before Lancer could make any further moves, the violent aura of lightning and thunder, along with the overwhelming divine power, had already descended upon this port.

In that fleeting glimpse, even with Lancer's demigod-level eyesight, he only caught a glimpse of a white knight's silhouette.

"boom--!"

The powerful lightning and meteor-like impact instantly destroyed the entire port.

The earthquake-like tremors spread throughout the city, the ground within several kilometers cracked completely, half of the port sank into the sea, and massive amounts of seawater swept in, instantly rewriting the terrain.

At the epicenter of the explosion, even Lancer, who possessed divine armor, nearly lost his life to the aftershocks.

Behind him, his Master Kenneth barely survived, his entire magical costume completely destroyed.

At this moment, there was no longer any arrogance or doubt in his eyes, but rather a sense of relief and trust in Lancer.

Out of caution, he hid a full kilometer away from the battlefield. However, if Lancer hadn't noticed something was wrong in time and shielded him with his own body, he wouldn't have had time to use a Command Spell and would have been completely annihilated by the aftershocks.

Kenneth stared in horror at the battlefield that had been turned into an abyss.

The Servant's power was already outrageous enough, but the scale of destruction before them had exceeded what a Servant should be capable of.

This is simply divine punishment!

"Lancer, could it be that other demigod-level Servants have been summoned?"

Kenneth asked incredulously.

Are there really that many lucky people this time?

"Do not."

Lancer shook his head with a grave expression.

"Only true gods can launch an attack of this level; Servants' spirit origins do not possess this level of strength."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kenneth fell silent.

He knew Lancer's identity and naturally trusted Lancer's judgment.

"But which deity is it, and why would they appear at this time?"

As the head of the spirit summoning department, he found it utterly incomprehensible.

The only judgment that can be made is—

"This god seems to have a grudge against Berserker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a raging storm swept away the smoke and dust, making the center of the battlefield crystal clear.

At that moment, everyone saw the scene at the center of the battlefield.

The white knight, riding a white horse and wearing white armor, pierced the black knight's head with his lance, killing him instantly and forcing the Berserker to exit the stage.

Then, the White Knight, radiating the aura of a god-level knight, glanced in Lancer's direction.

Her eyes were cold, and her tone was firm.

"How can a traitor be called a hero?"

209 Karna's Surrender, Kenneth's Awakening

The White Army God exuded an imposing aura, and the divine presence instantly left Kenneth's mind blank.

The dimensional gap between those life levels is something even a magician cannot withstand.

Just hearing the other person's voice, without even seeing their eyes, was enough to suffocate you.