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The pristine beauty of the lake—Aroundight

A divine sword that can never be destroyed.

Legend has it that it is the sister sword of Excalibur, both of which are holy swords entrusted to mankind by the lake spirits, and possess divine power comparable to Curry Stick.

Once it is pulled out, the holder will leap to a completely new level.

this moment.

Even Fafnir, far away, let out an uneasy dragon roar; the difference in physical strength between the two world Servants was far greater than in other aspects.

But at this moment, Lancelot's physique had already reached the realm of a monstrous Servant.

A beam of purplish-black light shot up from the ground like a mountain erupting, crashing into the sky. A violent torrent of magic spread out like a raging storm, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

The entire battlefield came to a standstill.

Everyone stared blankly at Lancelot, who had transformed into a tyrannical demon king.

Even Jeanne Alter was the same, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.

These are her subordinates? That's outrageous! They can even pose a threat to Fafner.

Did she summon a Servant that posed a threat to her trump card?

A group of people stared blankly at it.

【Real name: Lancelot】

[Class: Berserker]

[Note: One of the twelve Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur, undeniably the strongest at the Round Table, and the greatest knight of his era.]

[Strength: A→A+]

[Durability: A→A+]

Agility: A+ → A++

[Magic: C→B]

[Lucky: B→A]

(The exemptions for all ST-related determinations are doubled.)

"Is this a human being?"

Gudako murmured.

Martha and Joan of Arc also had their expressions change drastically.

This one alone is probably enough to take on the entire field by himself. He's not just a pretty face; his martial arts are unparalleled in this era, and he can even elevate them to the level of an A++ rank treasure like Infinite Martial Arts.

I'm already the best at close combat.

"Arthur—!"

The knight, as if transformed into a savage beast, roared, instantly creating a vacuum within a kilometer radius. Rolling air currents formed a terrifying shockwave visible to the naked eye, causing the heavens and earth to shake.

Staring intently at Gudako, the black knight's body sank, causing hundreds of meters of ground to collapse. His figure suddenly transformed into a meteorite, shooting forward like a black spear that had struck down a celestial dragon, plunging thousands of meters in an instant.

The air on both sides was compressed and expelled, forming a terrifying column of air currents.

Suffocating tyranny.

Almost instantly, he soared to a height of a thousand meters above Rosser, wielding an A++ rank Noble Phantasm.

Amidst the immense magical radiance, a purplish-red sun was smashed down.

The crimson light was so dazzling and radiant that it almost blurred into an afterimage.

Covering everything, submerging everything.

"Small....."

Joan of Arc's expression changed drastically, and she instinctively called out to Rother.

Gudako was so frightened that she burst into tears: "What grudge do you have against King Arthur? Isn't he the victim? Did you cheat on him?"

Simultaneously.

"Hmph! Xiao Lan, you've gotten too cocky!"

With a soft hum, a violent azure silver bloomed, instantly sweeping across the sky and the earth, illuminating everything in a silvery light.

Rosser didn't even look, and swept his long arm across.

The blazing sun shattered in an instant, as if a flash of light had swept the vast sky into a vacuum.

The crimson light that filled the sky was swept away almost instantly.

After extinguishing the sun, he slapped the black knight hard across the face, instantly shattering the black helmet and revealing long purple hair and Lancelot's handsome face. Then, the handsome face twisted, squeezed, and deformed in the blink of an eye. In the midst of intense pain, his eyes cleared and a trace of confusion appeared: Who is this? He looks familiar.

The next moment, he was struck by the immense force and sent flying like a javelin, traversing dozens of kilometers in an instant before crashing into a distant mountain range.

Rother slowly raised his eyes, looked down at all the followers, and said calmly:

I said stop!

Behind.

Accompanied by towering tsunami air currents, a fiery mushroom cloud rose from the direction of the mountains, and a gale swept in all directions. The golden-red light illuminated Rosser's back like a helium flash of the sun.

It was very persuasive.

It's quiet now.

Even the dragons that filled the sky suddenly cleared their eyes, tucked their wings and fell down, not daring to move.

Jeanne Alter opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word; her golden eyes narrowed sharply.

Is this the same weakling from before? Why...why is he so powerful? Is he a god?

Volume 1: Chapter 160 A Serious Punch, Jeanne Alter: Can We Make Peace?

If it's a battle of three hundred rounds, and the player ultimately loses by a single move, that's understandable.

But it's hard to understand why Lancelot, who had reached that level of understanding by drawing inspiration from the lake, was simply swatted away like a fly...

moment.

All eyes were focused on that calm and collected figure, their gazes filled with a hint of confusion.

"The Dragon Witch, is it...?"

The mushroom cloud behind him tinged him with crimson. The young man slowly raised his head to look at Jeanne Alter and gently advised, "I'll give you a chance. Abandon the light and join the darkness to become my lackey. If I point east, you can't go west. I can allow you to personally kill your enemies. How about it?"

Don't say it.

That's definitely negotiable, as long as the singularity can be resolved...

Mashu, whose face was pale, showed a hint of pity.

People can understand Joan of Arc's desire for revenge. If it were only directed at the culprits and enemies, people wouldn't be on opposing sides.

But the vast majority of the tens of millions of people are undoubtedly innocent; they can do nothing, not even decide their own life, death, and fate.

Those who have never enjoyed power should not bear the consequences.

Therefore, even without singularities, this is still unacceptable to everyone.

In fact, both Saints Yemalda and Joan of Arc meant the same thing.

"impossible!"

Jeanne Alter's eyes widened, unleashing a torrent of dark flames. Despite the suffocating pressure, she gritted her teeth and said, "Everything I have is born for revenge. As a vengeful spirit that burns everything, I could never..."

"I want to ask you a question."

Joan of Arc raised her azure eyes and interrupted her: "No matter how unforgettable the battles on the battlefield may be, the deepest memories in my mind as Joan of Arc will always be those of a country girl. Even my dark side, that of a demon born for revenge, can never forget the idyllic comfort and happiness of the countryside."

It's precisely because we can't forget that we feel pain, despair, and anger at the betrayal...

Alter Jeanne realized something, her pupils contracted, and she took a step back.

"You don't...have any memories, do you?"

Joan of Arc sighed, her eyes filled with pity: "Without your memories, where do your anger and resentment come from? They are imposed upon you."

This is not her, but a newborn "baby" who carries the hatred of others and commits such sins for the sake of others' suffering.

She glanced at Caster to the side, her gaze icy.

"It's you, Gildre. You're the one holding the Holy Grail in this singularity, aren't you?"

"You already know?"

Cater laughed loudly, "Because I hate this country, this royal family, I want to kill everyone, even the gods..."

He suddenly looked at Rosser, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Such power, such a posture, without a doubt, it's Camille.

He roared at Rother in terror and madness: "God, arrogant God, cruel God, high and mighty God..."

We will drag you down from your throne... Obey me, submit to me... Come forth, former ruler, Dagon, king of the Deep, rebel against the gods!!!

He didn't summon a sea monster, but an Old One, well, the weakest of them all.

Boom.

The earth's tectonic plates were torn apart, and terrifying tentacles that stretched for an unknown distance rose up, layer upon layer, like a torrent of water surging back, like a vast ocean crashing against the sky, engulfing the dragon carrying Gildrei before it could even howl.

Groundwater surged into the sky, tearing through the clouds and cascading down, instantly forming a lake.

A colossal, mountain-like, twisted monster sat on the earth, its pair of eerie, chaotic eyes like lakes set in the sky.

"That's... God?"

Martha stared blankly, then quickly shook her head: "No, it's like a god."

They are not gods, yet their power is no different from that of gods.

“Gildre…”

Jeanne Alter stared at him blankly, unable to accept her own ridiculous birth.

Is it really true? She was just a fake, a counterfeit. The so-called regret and revenge... she never had the right to, never belonged to her?

"Not enough, not enough... Fafner!!!"

From among the mountain-like monsters came the Caster's furious roar.

"Roar--!"

A wild roar, like that of a dragon and a bird, resounded throughout.

A faint crimson halo gradually magnified in the distance, growing brighter and more dazzling.

The rolling sea of ​​clouds was pushed aside, and the deep red sun, dazzlingly beautiful, suddenly exploded, sweeping across the mountains and blasting open the atmosphere, wiping out the entire city of Orleans in that instant.

Clearly, Fafnir chose to launch a large-scale attack to force back the three Servants who were trying to intercept him.

Then a colossal figure suddenly charged forward. Fafner's enormous size was no less than before, his mane undulating like a dragon or snake, and his outstretched wings resembled clouds hanging from the sky.

Nothing demonstrates absolute power more clearly than this visibly magnificent physique.

The vast torrent of magic that swept across the heavens and the earth was as terrifying as if a piece of the sky had collapsed.

The group of Servants were horrified. Although they knew that the dragon race was very strong, they could not truly feel the immense scale of its existence when it actually appeared before them.

Compared to them, they were as insignificant as ants.

The two god-like monsters, one in the sky and one on the ground, coldly looked down.

"Well, Kami, this is the accusation of the abandoned against you!!!"

Gildre, whose mind seemed to have been corrupted by madness, laughed wildly and gave an order.

"This is the moment to slay a god...!"

Sky and earth.

The evil dragon Fafnir, which blotted out the sky, took a deep breath, and countless energies from the sky and the earth surged into it like rivers flowing into the earth. Its abdomen lit up with a dazzling red light, and one could easily imagine the scale of destruction it caused.

Finally, it opened its mouth wide.