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Even its own function is very similar to Saber's Sword of Promised Victory. As long as the output of magic power is enough, it can cut anything.

Therefore, this title is not wrong, but it still needs to be verified. If it is really worthy of this title, then the future that Esther has may give me a surprise...

——More experiments are needed.

A strange look appeared in Roland's eyes. He pointed the tip of his sword at Saber and raised it gently, with a provocative arc at the corner of his mouth.

Such an action made Saber's face suddenly turn cold. A huge amount of magic power surged in her body, like a dam bursting and flooding over her limbs and bones, raising all her attributes to an exaggerated level.

Without worrying about the origin of the holy sword in Roland's hand, Saber's body turned into a scarlet lightning and charged straight towards the figure in the sky.

Amidst the deafening roar, the ground suddenly broke apart, and dust filled the air. Along with Saber's trampling, visible shock waves radiated in all directions, violently dispersing the atmosphere. The overwhelming dust turned into a gray wave that followed closely behind, like thousands of troops following the king, surrounding the vague dark red figure, and rushing towards Roland!

In an instant, Saber appeared in front of Roland, raised the magic sword in her hand high, and slashed down with overwhelming force!

However, although her explosive speed was beyond the vision of ordinary servants, Roland could clearly capture her every move.

Even before Saber chopped down the demon sword, he had already positioned the holy sword in his hand, just waiting for Saber to stupidly bump into him.

Then, the crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly broke out, and the sharp sound waves were like real sharp blades, piercing straight into the surroundings. The solid walls seemed to have been bombed, and fine cracks quickly spread out.

"boom--!"

She was clearly the one standing above exerting pressure, but as Roland's powerful force gradually increased and a loud noise like a huge bell that was enough to deafen people's ears burst out, the magic sword she chopped down was slashing towards her from bottom to top at a steady speed!

In the face of such a situation, even Saber, who had already discarded all unnecessary emotions, could no longer remain calm. She suddenly discovered that even if she had put all her strength into her hands, she was still unable to resist this unreasonable force.

She had seen people who were blessed with natural talents like her sister, but she still had shortcomings. However, the man in front of her was almost perfect.

Why did he want to participate in this Holy Grail War? What is the so-called truth?

What does the other party want from you?

All kinds of doubts lingered in the mind of the Dark Knight King, but no matter how extreme her thoughts became, at this moment, instinct was always better than reason.

Saber's complicated thoughts did not affect her next action.

"Excalibur Morgan!"

She once again used all her strength to release the magic sword's true name, not caring that at this distance, the release of the magic sword would also cause harm to her.

As long as she doesn't die, can still move, and demonstrates her strength to the maximum, this result is enough for her!

The deafening roar created a surging wave in the void, and the dark aurora blended with the silver-white holy sword at zero distance like two pieces of iron being melted together in a forge.

In this close situation, Saber could clearly feel the aggression emanating from Esther.

Miscalculation!

In her opinion, as both are holy swords of the stars, even if the other party was not born for protection, but since it is based on the planet, it should have the same seal as her holy sword to prevent abuse.

That's why she chose this dangerous self-sacrifice technique without hesitation.

But now, she could only continue to trust that the power released by this magic sword, with a nearly unlimited supply of magic power, would be her reliance for survival.

The darkness erupting from the blade of the magic sword was directly cut off by the strongest silver light, causing the overflowing darkness to hit Saber's armor like a river. This breath, which was similar to that of a magic dragon, made Saber seem to have returned to the battlefield that originally decided the fate of the archipelago.

But this time she faced an enemy far more powerful than the dragon Vortigern.

The level of the reversed magic sword's treasure after being fully released even surpassed Karna's. The solid armor that Saber had re-condensed was ignored by the dark torrent, and it burst out with terrifying waves like explosives, piercing straight into her lungs and burning them.

The air also rushed back into her lungs, and coupled with the burning sensation that pierced her bones, she suffered excruciating pain every time she breathed. The only thing she could be thankful for was that, as if the connection had been cut off by Roland's holy sword, the power of the dissipated magic light was not as terrifying as that released directly from the tip of the sword in her hand.

Although each impact would cause severe damage, the legend of Avalon was perfectly embodied at this moment. As long as there was magic power, she could be pulled back from the brink of death.

Although rationally speaking, freeing Avalon to avoid this attack was the best approach, it also meant that she had completely given up on the possibility of victory. If she didn't even have the determination to see if her strongest attack could cause damage to Roland, she would not be worthy of being a warrior.

With the strong taste of blood in her mouth as a boost, Altria's desire to fight grew stronger.

Finally, flying in the dark night sky, Saber once again rubbed against the roar of the atmosphere, and finally turned into a scorching meteorite wrapped in a fiery coat, smashing heavily into the high-rise building next to it.

The raging atmosphere destroyed all the glass of nearby buildings, and the rolling heat waves swept through the steel jungle, as if tearing the night apart.

"Aha……"

Under Roland's calm gaze, in the wildly overflowing flames and air currents, Saber, stained with a striking bright red, also reappeared.

She covered her abdomen and gasped for breath, but bright red blood continued to flow out from between her fingers, leaving glaring bloodstains on her dark dress.

Altria raised her head, held on to the magic sword that was stained with blood, and struggled to climb out of the pit.

Her dark golden pupils were already lighting up with tangible sparks of light, a sign that the dragon factor in her body was overflowing from her body after being squeezed to the extreme.

But even with such a strong physique and the blessing of Avalon, her wounds still could not heal. You can imagine how bad Saber's injuries were.

If her intuition hadn't taken effect again at the last moment in such a life-and-death crisis, she might not even have the chance to let out a painful gasp.

Even after dodging this fatal attack, Saber did not feel relieved at all, but felt even heavier.

The attack just now was the best answer to all her questions.

Being able to launch such an attack with ease can definitely resolve all combinations of the Holy Grail War with ease. If the opponent is interested in the Holy Grail, even Kama, who is scheming something unknown, will be helpless.

"What is the so-called truth?"

Saber narrowed her eyes and asked coldly.

"You gave in so quickly? Your bottom line is quite low now."

Roland smiled and said, "If you want to question me, you have to at least accompany me to complete the experiment first."

Because of the dissipation of the dark aurora, the surrounding magic power has become so thick that it seems like a curse from an ominous resentful spirit.

He stretched out his hand and gently picked up a strand, as if he didn't understand Saber's words of wanting a truce, and carefully examined the essence of it.

"Then... as you wish."

Saber lowered her head to look at her red-stained dress, a hint of ferocity flashed in her eyes. She took her hand away from the wound and tightly grasped the magic sword in her hand again.

Such an injury would be a serious blow even to a heroic spirit, but for her, she could get through it with willpower alone.

Without any hesitation, he followed the murderous nature in his heart and let the surging magic power flow into the magic sword with his hands filled with murderous intent, while the tip of the sword pointed straight at Roland.

"No matter how many times you come, I will accompany you to the end until this body collapses!"

"Ah... there's no need to bother with that, because I'm going to get serious about it."

As Roland finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderclap, tearing apart the surrounding environment that had been transformed into an alien world by shadows!

Roland's figure suddenly burst out, and in just a moment, he appeared in front of Saber.

Saber's body moved almost as if she had rehearsed it. Following the inertia of the raised blade, she subconsciously held the magic sword to the side of her head to block the sword's downward force.

Even her future-vision-like intuition could not keep up with the trajectory of Roland's sword. As a force even more terrifying than the previous supernatural power pressed down upon her, Saber could already see the beautiful yet deadly luster of the magic sword in her hand hanging upside down and cutting off her neck.

But what was worse than this was the cold touch that had crawled up my back.

It was a reminder and urging from her subconscious mind, as if there was a higher will controlling her body, wanting her to give up resistance and look for another opportunity.

She was very familiar with this feeling. When she decided to become a heroic spirit, she had also felt this grand will.

Logically speaking, as a being that has signed a contract with it and holds the holy sword that protects it, Saber should not go against the other party's will.

However, now that she has abandoned even her innocent self and turned into an evil spirit born of obsession and desire, does she still need to worry about the thoughts of that guy who only hides in the dark and controls everything in a superior manner?

Saber's eyes turned cold, and her cute face was filled with ferocious hatred.

Neither reason nor instinct allowed her to resist, so she chose to do the opposite.

Now that the decision has been made, there is no need to worry anymore. Artoria mercilessly transformed her magic power into dark ripples and raised it high on the sword like a torch again.

Next, before Roland's sword cut him in half, his severely injured body would first be swallowed up by the rampaging darkness.

——It should have been like this.

But the next moment, a strange scene appeared directly in Saber's eyes.

The original cursed power that emanated from her magic sword, before transforming into the darkness that devoured everything, left a series of dazzling lights and shadows in the void, which followed a tangible trajectory and poured into the holy sword named Esther!

"Eh?"

Looking at the strange sight of the smooth holy sword being wrapped in the irregularly moving dark curse power, which even formed a huge black vortex, Saber's heart was filled with waves of ups and downs.

How can this be……

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Roland blankly.

Even the omnipotent intuition completely broke down at this moment. This ability that allowed Saber to instantly recognize the most suitable action for herself no matter what the situation was was now paralyzed. This showed how illusory the changes before her eyes were.

"Who...are you?"

Saber stared at Roland with disbelief, and her cold tone also rarely returned to her girlish innocence.

The Sword of Promised Victory is a weapon forged in the inner sea of ​​the star by the will of the planet in order to fight against external enemies. However, it is not created out of thin air, but is sublimated from the material that already exists on the planet.

Just as the lady of the lake has different sides, so too, if there is a miraculous light that can turn things around, its opposite also has its own side.

That is the original cursed power lurking in the British Isles. It symbolizes the last rays of an era and a weapon created by a struggle at all costs. It symbolizes the resentment and struggle before the demise of the Age of Gods, and therefore cannot be copied.

Because, for King Arthur, choosing the Holy Lance or the Holy Sword is a key factor that directly affects the direction of the world and occupies the main branches of countless parallel worlds. Precisely because there is only one, there will be a steady stream of enemies and disasters attacking King Arthur, thus advancing the progress of history.

There is no need to say much about the dragon Vortigern. The most obvious example is Saber's sister Morgan. She was the destined person to become king, but in the end the holy sword still chose King Arthur.

With no choice, she could only become the vicious witch in history.

But what if there are two Holy Swords of the Star?

"It was successful..."

Roland looked at Esther, who had perfectly integrated the dark magic power and the sacred steel in his hand, and nodded imperceptibly.

As expected, Esther's magic power is far more than that. She possesses the qualifications of both a holy sword and a demon sword. This can be seen from the fact that she can devour curses, but will also return them to the user when the limit is reached.

The feeling that the darkened Saber had when we saw her before might be the result of the mutual attraction between the two.

Ester has the possibility of becoming not a holy sword forged as the will of the planet, but a true holy sword of the star that can transcend and even destroy the world.

Moreover, for his own plan, Esther's possibility may even become a key step.

Roland raised his head, looked at Altria who was glaring at him, and spoke softly.

"This experiment was very successful. So, before I tell you the truth, as compensation for your cooperation, I will give you another reward. If you are willing, not only your country, but everything you care about can obtain eternal happiness..."

"So, King Arthur, - will you make a deal with me?"

Chapter 264: Promise to Meet Next Time

In the dilapidated corridors, the original function of the flickering lights has been completely replaced.

The destructive tide composed of huge amounts of flames and flashes melted the walls and corridors of this alien space with ease, and continued to erode from top to bottom.

If this was not a space created by Kama's power, they would have erupted like a volcano and poured towards the sky.

But there was nothing to be happy about in this matter for Kama.

Because of the limited space, when the swept flames flowed back, it would only make her situation more difficult.

In just a few seconds, the confident look of the Goddess of Love was replaced by pupils full of shock and anger and a gloomy expression.

Where did Saber go?

The rapidly changing situation made Kama, who had already made a plan, unable to react. The distance between the barrier she used to hide Saber and here was only a few steps away for the Heroic Spirit.

But now, there was still no response from the other party. If it weren't for the magic power that was still flowing out of the contract to prove that the other party was still alive, she would have thought that today's situation would have turned into a reversal of the identities of hunter and prey.

But if that's the case, Saber shouldn't be the only one here now. The gap between the qualities of a god and a heroic spirit cannot be erased even with the body of a Servant. The person who set this trap will not miss this crucial opportunity to take advantage of someone's misfortune, unless he doesn't care about victory at all and is just doing it on a whim.

From this perspective, Saber should only be trapped temporarily and is still trying to break through the obstacles.

Therefore, she should worry about herself first rather than the King of Knights.

"hateful!"

Once again with amazing luck, he narrowly avoided Yangyan's arrow with the help of the Black Shadow Snake. Kama's eyes turned cold as he looked at the gradually spreading fire and the falling rocks. Everything around him was covered with a layer of tragic red.

If it weren't for the ritual of using Matou Sakura as the host, and the amazing compatibility with the chaotic black mud, Kama would probably have died if he only relied on the spiritual base of the Goddess of Love.

Karna, who was bathing in the raging fire on the upper level and standing on the broken corridor, showed no expression and still looked extremely calm.

But in Kama's opinion, such behavior was more hateful than rampant laughter.

Even if it was combined with the sacred flame of the sun, the smoke and stains it produced were equally filthy to the beautiful goddess who was as brilliant as a gem.

"Karna, you can clearly see through it! The future of this world is hopeless, and my coming is its only chance of survival. Isn't it better to hand the world over to God and let everyone live in eternal love than to hand it over to you, the Master who can destroy the world at any time?"

Kama's brows were deeply furrowed, and there was even a hint of pleading in his tone.