I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Emiya Kiritsugu was about to enforce it.

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Saber was not deliberately snubbing.

In fact, when Kuu Maiya arrived at the shore of the lake, Saber was ready to support him at any time.

But what was not expected was—from the lake and the dwarf woods, large tracts of black mud continued to pour out, burning everything, turning the night sky red, and surrounding the three of them.

It's almost like it's coming out of the ground.

That's exactly what happened.

That black mud is a tolerable curse for magicians, as long as you take precautions, short-term contact is not a problem.

But for Servants, those homogeneous black mud is the deepest poison.

Yes, that black mud filled with the evil of this world is almost like a Servant.

The black mud is getting closer and closer, and everything that can be seen is dyed black.

Saber, who couldn't be spiritualized, couldn't leave at all.

"hateful..."

Saber gritted his teeth, and in the direction of Liudong Temple not far away, the dark sun had already risen.

"Saber..." Irisviel looked at her worriedly.

"Eli... Maiya..." Saber frowned, her solemn pretty face full of solemn meaning.

The Wind King's barrier was instantly released, and the roaring wind temporarily forced the black mud back.

Saber ordered. "I'll release my Noble Phantasm later...you guys, just run away."

"But..." Irisviel hesitated.

"Well, it's already the end of the stall, isn't it?" Saber turned his head and smiled rarely. "It's just that the aperture can only be asked by A_venger."

"What a pity, I don't have Avalon."

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"Avalon?" Irisviel hesitated, thinking of something.

That conceptual weapon, the holy relic that summoned Saber, is now being sealed in her body.

Irisviel held her heart, and in the flawless brilliance, the golden scabbard decorated with luxurious blue enamel was raised.

The elf's writing is neat and magnificent, proving that it is not something that humans can create.

"Saber..." Irisviel smiled. "Back to you."

"What... Ellie." Saber laughed suddenly.

"So...you are my scabbard."

- So far, my sword is with you.

- Your destiny is with me.

After 1500 years, Saber took hold of the scabbard again, and the magic power like a red dragon roared out.

"——The real name is liberation, away from the ideal land of the world."

In the countless blue brilliance, the Noble Phantasm that had reached the realm of magic was unfolded.

Absolutely untouchable, it is a guardian that cannot even cut open the Noble Phantasm.

A gust of magic power rose from the ground, and compared to Excalibur, Avalon was Saber's true Noble Phantasm.

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——By the life of the Command Spell——

——Saber destroys the aperture with all his strength——

——Once again ordered by the Command Spell——

——Saber destroys the aperture with all his strength——

——Finally with the command curse——

—Saber!Be sure to destroy the aperture -

Just in time.

Saber smiled, pumped out all the strength from his body, poured it into his wrists clenching the hilt, and raised the golden sword high.

Light is gathering.

Countless rays of light rose from the earth and merged into a dazzling beam.

The light was intense and clear, once illuminating a troubled world that was darker than night.

After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles undefeated.

That is the light called 'victory' that all soldiers who died on the battlefield have longed for throughout the ages.