Collapse, surrender to me!

The Wind King's Barrier has no effect on Berserker, and he is clearly familiar with the sword protected by the Invisible Sheath.

In other words, this means that he already knew himself before he became a Heroic Spirit.

"Judging from your skills, you are definitely not an unknown knight!"

Saber asked while trying to pull the sword out of her hand.

"Since you recognized me as the King of Britain, Altria Pendragon, and challenged me, you should announce your origins out of the honor of a knight! Challenging without revealing your identity is like a backstabbing!"

Lancelot did not reply.

Instead, from the place where his hands touched the holy sword, black magic power began to spread towards the holy sword.

Saber's reaction was very fast. Although she didn't know what happened, she still kicked Lancelot directly in the chest, avoiding the fate of her beloved sword being bullied.

"Ugh."

The plan to seize the sword failed.

Coupled with King Arthur's questioning, Lancelot no longer hides himself.

The black mist that covered the Black Knight's body swirled and began to shrink.

In the pouring water mist, the pitch-black armor finally revealed its true appearance.

It is a perfect armor that is neither ornate nor vulgar, but combines functional beauty and gorgeousness in an exquisite way.

The craftsmen did their best to cast it in meticulous detail, making it look both majestic and capable.

Even the numerous scars on it became decorations that showed off its glorious military exploits, adding to its bravery. It was an ideal battle outfit that all knights could not help but envy.

Saber knew the brave man who had worn that armor and galloped across the battlefield.

He was a peerless swordsman who outshone anyone at the round table of Camelot, a knight who was more outstanding than anyone else, and a loyal and brave warrior.

"Sir Lancelot!"

King Arthur really hoped that he was wrong.

He was the ideal embodiment of what a knight should be, and that majestic figure could never become a dark figure corroded by the curse of insanity.

"king."

Lanceslot took off his helmet and threw it aside, revealing his face.

He sighed with a complicated expression and reached for the hilt of the sword in the scabbard.

Saber could only stare helplessly as he slowly pulled out the sword from its scabbard.

There was no mistake. The blade design was identical to her own sword—with elven characters engraved on it as proof that it was forged by non-human hands. The sharp blade reflected the light of the moon like a lake of sparkling water.

It is an infinite sword that will never be destroyed by any blow.

Only he, who was praised as the perfect knight, was qualified to possess that sword - it was better evidence of the owner's true name than revealing one's own identity.

Saber felt her wrist go limp.

Her will to fight disappeared the moment she saw Lancelot.

Lancelot, you have come to take revenge on her.

With this thought in mind, Saber just coped with it reluctantly.

Saber originally believed that they were friends. Even if they meet each other for some unavoidable reasons, their hearts are still the same. One side is the courtier who embodies chivalry, and the other side is the king who embodies chivalry.

But, is this bond just his naive fantasy?

He never forgave and could not accept it.

Even in response to the wish of the Holy Grail, revenge is required on oneself.

Under the relentless onslaught of the Incorruptible Lake Light, Saber’s holy sword groaned.

This sword of light that promised victory had long lost any meaning in the hands of its owner who had lost his fighting spirit.

The sober Lancelot represents the pinnacle of martial arts.

With the supply of Grayshu's vast magical power, he has now completely unleashed his true strength, and his swordsmanship is simply incomparable to his previous level.

Even if Saber is full of fighting spirit, she may not be able to resist.

"Lancelot, I hope you can understand only you. Because you are the ideal knight of people."

The Daimao King begged while trying his best to resist.

"I hope you can nod and agree that what I did was absolutely correct..."

After fighting for a while, she could see that Lancelot had not lost his mind and he was still as loyal to her as before.

Even Lancelot didn't hate her as much as she thought.

But why would you draw your sword against yourself?

"stop!!"

Saber relied on her last sanity to block the falling black sword, and at the same time shouted with all her strength.

"Stop it... please..."

Whimpering, Saber used all her strength to push Lancelot back.

"Sir Lancelot, why don't you respond!"

"King, I will not let you get the Holy Grail."

Lancelot pointed his sword and finally spoke.

"I know that you want to take all the blame on yourself and change everything... But this is the history we created together, the result of our joint efforts. King, do you want to deny all this? Deny the Knights of the Round Table, deny..."

"No, it's not!"

Perhaps Lancelot's words were too hurtful, King Arthur hurriedly explained.

"It's all my fault for not being able to rule Britain well. If I could..."

"enough!"

Lancelot was well prepared before he arrived.

I thought I wouldn't get angry.

But in the end I couldn't help it.

He said seriously.

"King, there is no need to blame yourself. You should not regret having tried your best. This process is great enough and makes me and my subjects proud."

Lancelot tried to convince King Sartre.

Because he is now facing a dilemma.

If he wanted to stop King Arthur from changing history, he would have to win. If he wanted to atone for his sins and die under King Arthur's sword, he would lose.

He made a decision quickly.

Just like he had done before, in order to change the king and thus bear the sin.

Now it's just happening again.

Of course, it would be best to convince him verbally and then die under the king's sword to atone for his sins.

This is much more perfect.

But obviously his level of verbal persuasion is not high enough.

I also underestimated King Arthur's obsession.

The holy sword shone, and countless points of light began to gather towards the girl.

And the person she was going to kill this time was her knight.

"Even so, I still want the Holy Grail."

Tears dripped onto the trembling gauntlets.

"If I don't do this, Lancelot, my friend...if I don't do this, I won't be able to make any compensation to you at all."

"What if you kill him and get the Holy Grail, but nothing happens?"

The sudden sound of Grayshury's appearance caused Saber to point her sword to her side.

Grayshure, who was sitting on the roof and swinging her legs, didn't pay any attention to this. Her eyes were fixed on Altria.

"You won't turn back until you hit the wall. Since your wish is to change history...why don't you try it yourself first?"

……

"King...what happened to her?" Lancelot asked King Arthur, who stood still before Grayxiu finished speaking.

"Nothing, I'm playing King Arthur Reborn Simulator."

Chapter 456 My stupid sister!

Is it easy to change history?

If we talk about the butterfly effect, it seems that any tiny change can affect history.

But from a macro perspective, the evolution of the historical trend is like a rolling wheel, moving forward unstoppably and difficult to shake.

However, King Arthur now has the opportunity to give it a try.

At least from her perspective.

Gretsch and Lancelot were killed by her with a curry stick, and then she defeated the emperor and finally got the Holy Grail.

And made a wish.

And the Holy Grail brought her back to the original starting point.

Britain in the fifth century.

The island is in turmoil right now.

There was a king who took advantage of foreign races and shouted out his own name for his own desire - to unify Britain.

His name was King Futigeng.

The incarnation of a white dragon born in Britain with the intention of destroying Britain.

Vortigern brought in the Saxons, throwing the entire island into the eye of a typhoon of chaos.

Praise be to the greatest king, King Uther was defeated in battle against Vortigern.

…and so Britain entered the Dark Ages.

Fighting has become a part of daily life. The land is not fertile to begin with, and the crops on the island are quite scarce. People are living in poverty, and it is obvious that if this continues, the island will be destroyed in the near future.

But people have not lost hope.

Uther's assistant, the great magician Merlin who has always protected Britain, told people that this was just as the prophecy had predicted.

"King Uther's successor has been chosen. This person is the next king.

When the new king, the incarnation of the Red Dragon, appears, he will gather the Knights of the Round Table, and the White Dragon will be defeated.

The king is still alive, so the proof will appear soon."

Merlin's words spread across the island.

People are looking forward to the appearance of the future king.

……

When Artoria came to her senses, her hand was already on the hilt of the Sword in the Stone.

The voices of brave cavalrymen were heard in the distance.

The noise of the knights was far away, and there was no one around the rock.

It's similar to the feeling of watching a festival from a distance.

What a familiar scene.

She still remembered how surprisingly comfortable the hilt felt when she first held it.

Something that had been difficult to handle until now, churning in my body and seeming to burst from the inside, was sucked into the sword, and my body felt lighter and lighter.