Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Lion's Claw finished speaking in a relaxed tone, as if leaving no room for the chaotic "Red" Saber to refute:

"Take him down. Your injuries are almost completely healed. Although the opponent is Saber, he is still an unorthodox being... A proper Servant can't possibly lose to an unorthodox being, right?"

Upon hearing this, "Red" Saber immediately understood, and her doubts vanished. As if in sync with Lion's Claw, she spoke in a relaxed tone:

"I feel like I've been fooled by your sweet talk."

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter if you retreat. You can do whatever you want. What's wrong, do you want to retreat? I can still use a Command Spell on you then."

"Ugh, you're trying to lure me in! You're definitely trying to lure me in! But I'll do it! I'll show you. If it were Father, he would never choose to retreat at a time like this!"

"Red" Saber twirled her silver sword, filling her heart with soaring fighting spirit... gazing disdainfully at "Black" Saber in the distance.

Then, Rider "Black," the only one on this battlefield who understood everything, tried desperately to hold back the tears that were about to well up in his eyes, but in the end he couldn't hold back and quietly sobbed.

That wasn't a "black" Saber. At that time, Saber truly disappeared.

So, who exactly is that person standing there? Who is the one confronting "Red" Saber, gripping the greatsword tightly?

Without a doubt, it could only be one person. As for why this inexplicable thing suddenly happened, Rider didn't know, and felt that such a thing was completely unimportant.

He only felt sorry that Lin Yan hadn't chosen a peaceful life, and even more so, he wept for the path of suffering he had chosen. In his lifetime, he had never lamented his own weakness, but now he did. It was precisely his weakness, his words and actions, and his judgment that had led him down this path.

"sorry."

In reality, the "Black" Rider doesn't have any particular desire for the Holy Grail. At most, it's just a wish like, "To experience a second life, let's try to regain the feeling of having a physical body." And even so, if the "Black" Servants have any more important desires, he'd be more than happy to give them that opportunity.

But things are different now. Rider has a wish he wants to fulfill, even if it means trampling others down. I really want to help him, I really want to help him who is desperately shouting "Save me" in a hoarse voice.

However, he was unable to do it. Deep sorrow tightly bound the heart of "Black" Rider.

"Red" Saber calmly assumed a fighting stance and took a step forward. "Black" Saber, gripping her greatsword, chose a position for confrontation. However, his gaze fell upon "Black" Rider at the feet of "Red" Saber.

"Are you OK?"

"Fool."

She seems to be in good spirits... Lin Yan, now transformed into "Black" Saber, immediately felt relieved. All he had to do next was use Saber's power to defeat the "Red" Saber before him.

"Yo, fake Saber."

A sneer came through the helmet. Despite feeling the same oppressive pressure as before, Lin Yan found himself utterly unfazed. The overwhelming fighting spirit, capable of generating tangible force, surged towards him, yet his spirit remained unshaken.

“I am indeed an imposter, as you say, but the sword and its power are undeniably real. I am no less than your opponent. If there is any deficiency, it is only in my heart.”

"Is that so? In that case... let me give it a try!"

In an instant, "Red" Saber closed the distance. With a lightness of footwork that was hard to imagine for someone wearing such heavy armor, she raised her sword and slashed diagonally at Lin Yan.

That seemingly brutal yet incredibly precise strike truly lived up to the title of a hero. Therefore, if you can withstand this attack, I'll acknowledge you as a Servant... That's the thought that "Red" Saber swung her sword with.

Lin Yan did not defend himself, nor did he dodge or avoid the attack. What was terrifying was that he actually took a step forward and used his arm guard to withstand the blow.

"Red" Saber's eyes widened in astonishment. What was going on? What was this terrifyingly strong defense? Even if it was Servant armor, there was nothing that her attacks couldn't cut through.

No, the blade had pierced through the arm guards and reached his skin. However, what it couldn't cut was not the arm guards, but his skin. Incredibly, "Black" Saber's skin possessed a toughness surpassing even steel…!

Even "Red" Saber, who had predicted various actions, took a moment to recover from her shock. Although her intuition warned her, her body couldn't react in that instant.

Unfortunately, in order to create an opening for "Red" Saber, he had to block the sword with one hand. Although he used all his strength, the power of a one-handed strike was still lacking.

That being said, the impact was still enormous. Facing the "Red" Saber who was taking small, quick steps backward, the "Black" Saber continued her pursuit.

The sound of blades clashing rang out, and blood splattered through the air. "Black" Saber wielded his greatsword with effortless ease. No, he wasn't just relying on brute force; he possessed genuine swordsmanship. At the instant their blades collided, the sword coiled around him like a snake.

"Red" Saber's sword was almost deflected upwards, but she instantly tightened her grip on the hilt to block the attack. However, her body once again revealed an opening... "Black" Saber did not let this opportunity pass.

The next strike was a full-force horizontal slash with both hands gripping the sword.

The full-body armor could not completely absorb the impact, and "Red" Saber was also knocked far behind because she lost her footing.

As she slid across the ground, she finally regained her balance and stood up, but a sharp pain shot through her. "Red," Saber groaned, clutching her side.

"Ugh, damn it. Is he really a Servant? That bastard."

"Black" Saber's slashes are exceptionally skillful. Unlike Berserker's brute force, she doesn't rely on sheer power, but rather delivers a single, effortless blow that destroys the human body with maximum efficiency. Furthermore, her technique for deflecting weapons as a prelude to her attacks is also remarkably adept.

In other words, he didn't simply adopt Saber's persona. It seems he also inherited a wealth of accumulated combat experience.

Servant...and the rare combat talent possessed by the most outstanding swordsmen...this android undoubtedly possesses such a thing!

The pain in my side suddenly vanished… it was Master's healing magic. And judging by the speed, he seemed to have been observing the battle from a very close distance. He was probably hiding somewhere on the battlefield. Although it was completely unimaginable how such a large man could have concealed himself.

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"Hey, Master. Be careful, if you get too close..."

"Hmm, that's true, but it's easier to react to what you actually see than to sense a crisis through causal clues. No, to be honest, I really want to run away too."

Lion's Lament began to mutter complaints, as if he were grumbling in someone's ear. "Red," Saber immediately snorted and stomped her foot on the ground.

"Hey, Master, don't you trust me at all?!"

"Hey you, 'Black' Saber...you're really strong, aren't you?"

The Lion's Claw stated the undeniable truth clearly. Faced with this unequivocal answer, "Red" Saber, before she could even feel annoyed, was speechless.

“From my brief observation, he is almost on par with you in terms of ability. And the most troublesome issue is that he seems to have some kind of special defensive Noble Phantasm or skill. In other words, if you were to fight him head-on, he would be superior to you in terms of defense.”

Lion's Roar stated the facts and the inferences drawn from them in a calm manner.

"Ah, my sword clearly passed through the arm guard, but it was blocked by his skin."

That was definitely unusual. Something was clearly blocking her sword. It couldn't possibly be Master's magic, because the armor could be cut through normally. In other words, the secret lay within the opponent's body.

"There are many heroes in the world who are hailed as immortal. However, there are very few heroes who are truly immortal. All immortal lineages should have the limitation that 'there are exceptions.'"

"Oh...so, what's that guy's weakness?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself!"

"Damn it, that's definitely true!"

“However, as Master, I have a proposal for the Servant. How about I enhance you with Command Seals, limited to the battle against ‘Black’ Saber?”

Lion's suggestion deviates slightly from the original usage of Command Seals. Command Seals are meant to be used in more specific situations, such as spatial jumps that are close to magic, or precise sniping at extremely short and narrow points that are almost impossible to achieve. If these situations are not used, the binding power of Command Seals will be weakened.

If Saber were to use the method suggested by Shishikage, her overall power would likely increase, but that would be about it. However…

"Oh, that's a really good idea, Master. In that case, I'll definitely force the slash to break through his defenses, I swear in the name of Saber!"

"Red" Saber's intuition told her this. Her previous slash hadn't been ineffective or blocked by some other force. It was simply because the target was too hard. Therefore, she was confident she could break through by unleashing even more powerful slashes. With the support of Command Seals, limiting the battle to "Black" Saber on this battlefield was definitely not a foolish strategy.

“Is that so? Then... I believe you, Saber.”

"I believe you"... Just hearing those words instantly dispelled the anger I felt towards him. A surge of exhilaration welled up inside me. Although I sometimes felt helpless about my own naive nature, the feeling was undeniably comforting.

"Ah...ah! I understand, Master!"

"By Command Spell, I command my swordsmen to exert all their strength to defeat 'Black' Saber on this battlefield!"

A tremendous amount of magical power flowed into the girl, who was the terminal, through the causal threads, and then spread throughout her body via magic circuits...

"I have heard your wish! In the name of 'Red' Saber Mordred, I will surely defeat 'Black' Saber here!"

In an instant, "Red" Saber began to unleash magical power. Her form resembled a steam engine with a human-like shape. As steam, known as magical power, violently surged forth, the girl raised her sword. Her face showed no fear, only pure and innocent fighting spirit.

The rest should be self-explanatory. "Black" and "red" are absolutely irreconcilable. Lin Yan made his choice, and "red" Saber responded accordingly.

"I'm going to go, 'Black' Saber."

Upon hearing the Silver team's call, the Gold team responded:

"Come on, 'Red' Saber."

There was no hesitation. Fear could be overcome, and the killing intent was willingly endured. No reward was needed, no praise was required; they simply followed their own choices, gripping each other's swords tightly with both hands... and charged forward.

A bullet-like assault achieved through the skill "Magic Release." Its power was further amplified by the Command Spell, making its momentum as fierce as a comet hurtling across the land. Lin Yan, who was meeting the attack… "Black" Saber realized she was too slow to win and decided to counterattack from her spot.

Bullets clashed head-on with the guillotine, while flames became mere embellishments for the two. Like a raging hurricane, each clash of weapons echoed with a deafening roar across the battlefield.

"Hey, that slash was terrible, 'Black' Saber...!"

"snort……!"

Then, the two clashed for the thirteenth round, and the situation turned into a pure contest of strength as swords pressed against each other. As such, it was only natural that... "Red" Saber, with the support of "Magic Release" and Command Seals, had the upper hand.

"oh……!"

With a roar, "Red" Saber forcefully forced "Black" Saber back with her sword. The distance increased... With a fearless smile, "Red" Saber pointed her sword at her opponent and said:

"Is that what you call the strongest Saber class? I'm so disappointed. But for a fake, is this the limit?"

"Black" Saber stood up silently. The damage... wasn't much... the "Red" swordsman judged. His formidable defense was indeed extraordinary. She had to finish him off now... she made up her mind.

"Sword, fill yourself with power."

"Black" Saber began to unleash his sword. The twilight aurora emanating from the sword gradually illuminated his face, making it bright and glorious.

He activated his strongest trump card for a Servant... his Noble Phantasm.

"Should I unleash my Noble Phantasm... Ha, that's fine too!"

"Alright, Saber. Let him see your Noble Phantasm!"

Before she could even ask for permission, Master Lion Robber issued the order.

"Well then, since Master has given permission, I will use my Noble Phantasm to fight back!"

As "Red" Saber raised her sword, she deactivated her helmet's function as a Noble Phantasm, fusing it into her armor. In the past, Britain had a knight-king named Arthur Pendragon, who, according to legend, never aged during his reign… forever retaining the handsome youthful appearance he had when he drew his sword.

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Given this, it's only natural that Mordred, as his legitimate son, would have the same slender figure and a girlish appearance that can only be described as adorable.

Of course, even with the appearance of a young girl, she couldn't hide her ferocity, which even a berserker would envy. Her emerald green eyes were filled with a fascination with violence.

As she removed her helmet, the sword in her hand also changed. The silver blade was stained crimson, and its shape began to twist. Each time a deafening roar resounded, red lightning flashed around the sword.

This phenomenon is by no means the true nature of the sword. The sword that King Arthur obtained and kept in his armory as proof of his throne, "The Shining Sword of the King"... was later stolen by Mordred, and ultimately the sword that fatally wounded King Arthur.

Its transformation into an evil sword stems from that legend. When Mordred obtained the sword, the King's Sword became an evil sword of abomination.

"Now is the time for punishment. You shall end your life in a manner befitting an imposter, 'Black' Saber...!"

An overwhelming vortex of magical energy shattered the surrounding debris, rejecting all living things. This was already the state of affairs simply from the two of them completing the preparations to unleash their Noble Phantasms.

"I am coming."

"Black" Saber simply declared quietly.

Two heroes who were thought to never meet, from the Age of Gods to this very moment, have finally unleashed their ultimate attacks.

"My magnificent father's rebellion!"

"Red" Saber roared.

"Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost!"

"Black" Saber roared.

The light of dusk filled the surroundings as crimson lightning surged forward. Dazzling lights collided, instantly whipping up a fierce gale at the epicenter of the explosion.

It was like a highly compressed tornado, engulfing everything in its path and relentlessly destroying everything around it. Not even a speck of dust remained, let alone rubble.

Then, in the contest of Noble Phantasms, "Red" Saber had a slight advantage.

Compared to the Noble Phantasm of the "Red" Saber, which destroys all matter in a straight line, the "Black" Saber's Noble Phantasm is naturally more advantageous in nature.

"Black" Saber knelt on one knee... while "Red" Saber was furious.

"Why are you still alive...!"

That's right. For "Red" Saber, the fact that the other party is still alive is a problem in itself.

For Mordred, this greatsword was a weapon imbued with a cursed glory. The young girl would not allow herself to be defeated by anyone other than her father, nor would she allow the sword that had inflicted her father's fatal wound to fail to completely kill someone.

"Don't move, 'Black' Saber. I'm going to kill you. Not someone else, but me myself...!"

However, there was another, even bigger reason that prompted her to take down "Black" Saber.

Through the clash of their Noble Phantasms, "Red" Saber has realized... that "Black" Saber is not yet at her best. After all, this transformation was only achieved through the unprecedented miracle of "transforming by borrowing the power of Command Seals."

Of course, his power is indeed equivalent to "Black" Saber, and he has indeed inherited all of her combat experience.