Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"What a pity, my things are not for sale." Roland turned his gaze to Matou Kariya, looked into his eyes, and asked calmly.

"Besides, the moment you tried to take my things, your fate was already sealed. With a person like you like this, what else can you trade with?"

"Really? Then we can only fight here."

As if he had forgotten that he had just been beaten up by those strange black shadow ninjas, Matou Kariya glanced at the berserker beside him.

Although Berserker failed to achieve anything when facing that annoying Archer Tōsaka Tokiomi, he had already shown enough of his opponent's strength. A mere Caster would surely not be a match for his Servant.

"Although starting a war in the daytime may affect innocent people, it doesn't matter. I have reasons why I must take Sakura away."

"Ah, that's okay. Caster has already opened the barrier. But, can you tell me the reason? I also want to know why you don't pursue the Holy Grail."

Roland tilted his head and looked at Sakura, who was holding his hands with a happy face.

"I think I've been very good to Sakura, and she's willing to stay by my side. Even if we take a step back, this situation is a thousand times better than staying in the Matou family. So, I want to know whether you're willing to go against the will of this child, or whether you're just acting on impulse."

"Because..." Although he knew that the other party was his enemy, this was the first time someone wanted to know his inner thoughts since he fell into a difficult situation. As if to convince himself, or as if to seek affirmation from others, Matou Kariya's body trembled.

"Because I have to create! I want to create a world where Aoi, Rin, and Sakura can all be happy!"

"There are too many corrupt and malicious magicians in this world! As long as they are still connected to the other world, they will never be happy! Whether it's Tōsaka Tokiomi or that old bug, they will only greedily stare at their value and abandon them once they need them!"

In Matou Kariya's eyes, dark and turbid emotions were swirling.

"The moment I saw Sakura being sent to the Matou family, I knew it had to be done by me. No, I should say that only I can do it! Even if it means destroying the existing happiness, this is the only way to correct it. For this reason, I am willing to do anything. This is the mission I have been given!"

“Only I can do it…” As if due to the over-excitement of the long-awaited release of emotions, Matou Kariya began to move his body. He slightly turned sideways, looked at the ground, then suddenly opened his arms, made a big turn, exposed his hideous face to Roland, and roared like a wild beast.

"Can anyone else do it?"

"Oh..." Roland nodded expressionlessly and summarized the key point of this sentence: "So, you are going to kill Tohsaka Tokiomi?"

The rest of Matou Kariya's words were stuck in his throat, and he subconsciously avoided the sharp gaze that could pierce his throat.

"No... I just..."

"Then what else do you want to do? Isn't the core meaning of your selfish words before this? Toosaka Aoi and Toosaka Rin are both Tokiomi's family members, but you didn't mention him, as if you don't care about his fate."

"Because if that man continues to exist, they will only continue to fall into misfortune! Without him, Aoi, Rin, and Sakura will definitely be happy!"

"Let's not talk about Sakura for now. Will the two people in the Tohsaka family be happy because of Tohsaka Tokiomi's death? In the final analysis, this conclusion is very strange. Why can they be happy by killing their husbands and fathers?"

Roland stared at Matou Kariya, as if he could see through his lies and his true intentions.

Faced with those heart-chilling dark red eyes, Matou Kariya took a step back before squeezing out a few weak words.

"Because he put Sakura in this situation! If it weren't for me, Sakura would have almost entered the worm cave!"

"It was Matou Zouken who almost caused Sakura to enter the worm cave, right? Don't get the cause and effect wrong. If you really want to save Sakura, why not use the bargaining chips in your hand?"

Roland said calmly, "No matter how scary Matou Zouken is, he is not a Master. You, who holds the Servant, are the one who holds the power. If you are willing to give up the ownership of the Servant and want to save a little girl, there will definitely be a Master who will do it. Even if you don't believe it, taking it step by step is also a solution. Then why did you attack Archer the first time you got the Servant?"

"In other words, compared to saving Sakura, in order to satisfy your own hatred, revenge on Tōsaka Tokiomi is more important, right? After all, this is the first time you have equal power and the opportunity to stand on the same stage with him."

Matou Kariya's teeth kept trembling, and he couldn't utter a single syllable. He just stared blankly at Roland as he approached step by step, bent down slightly, tore off his disguise, and spit out words of judgment.

"Matou Kariya, you are just a pathetic person who uses saving Sakura as an excuse, selfishly covers up the banner of justice, and uses your initial kindness as a reason to satisfy your hatred and desires."

Roland's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the sound of each step kept growing in Matou Kariya's mind. When he was already at the position where the berserker could attack, it was Matou Kariya who retreated first even though the other party had no servants.

The taut string of reason in his mind could no longer bear it and was on the verge of breaking.

“Don’t come over here again, ahh ...

Seeing this scene, Roland couldn't help but feel happy and joyful in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously.

Killing people and destroying their hearts is really interesting.

With the darkness in his heart ruthlessly revealed, Matou Kariya issued his final order with a frantic shout.

"berserker! Kill him!"

The dark shadow, which had been waiting for a long time, became agitated and pounced on Roland. Facing the power of the Servant, an ordinary magician would not be able to react at all.

However, before the berserker's attack came, Roland raised his hand at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to see.

——In the palm of his hand, an orange-red flame was brewing.

Then, a beam of light erupted from Roland's palm, which caused the temperature to rise sharply and compressed the exploding flames to hundreds and thousands of times. Even in the daytime, it was dazzling!

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Chapter 59 He is simply superman

The materialized stream of fire hit the berserker directly in the chest. Although he subconsciously resisted, the berserker was still blown away by the huge impact, leaving only some hot air with a burnt smell.

Berserker crashed through the wall and fell into a house with its remaining momentum, being covered by the collapsed building and the rising smoke and dust.

"Master, it's done."

At some point, the magic chain summoned from the void had locked up Matou Kariya, and Medea had stabbed him with the Talisman that could break all laws, interrupting the contract between the two. If she had stabbed the Heroic Spirit, she could even use her own power to forcibly take away the dominance of the contract, but the risk would be much greater.

After all, the difficulty of dealing with a Servant and that of dealing with a Master are completely different.

She used the chain condensed by magic power to lift up Matou Kariya's hand and easily transferred the Command Seals on the other's hand.

This time, Matou Kariya was completely out of the game.

But things will not end there. When the contract is terminated, any rational servant should stop consuming magic power. Otherwise, even if the magic power in the body is replenished, if the supply is lost and they do not have the skills to act alone, they will disappear after fighting for a while.

But Berserkers are an exception. After going berserk, they lose all rationality and are unaware of the current situation.

"Roar--!!!"

A crazy figure rushed out of the smoke again. When there was a contract, he would go berserk because of his obsession, not to mention without the contract. When he lost the chains, he would only follow his destructive instinct and destroy the enemies in front of him.

"Do you want to kill him? The berserker's magic power won't last long and will dissipate on its own."

Medea raised her wand and made a more prudent suggestion.

"This is such a waste," Roland laughed. "Although he can't fight against those extraordinary ones, this guy has other uses. Saber now seems to still be in the initial stage of dreaming of restoring his country. In order to utilize the power of the holy sword, he must be awakened from his dream. However, I have no intention of having a heart-to-heart talk with a man. Let this mad dog do this troublesome thing."

Roland shook his hands, and a red glow like lava flowed in his pupils.

"Stay away, Caster. Next, I want to teach this mad dog to obey."

He raised his hand again, and the violent scorching flames condensed into bright red, rushing towards the Berserker again. The red flames that seemed to burn everything in the universe exploded the moment they touched the Berserker, devouring his body in the blink of an eye, burning it, and the armor made of magic power on his body disintegrated again.

Although these damages can be restored by consuming magic power, considering the berserker's current condition, the consumption of this magic power is definitely not good news.

Amid the tidal wave of flames, the berserker's frantic thoughts did not affect his instincts. His unparalleled martial arts skills enabled him to make the most accurate judgment no matter what the situation.

In an instant, he reassembled his armor and grabbed a broken iron rod, allowing the dark red lines to transform it into a conceptual treasure. His body as strong as steel was crushed like a chariot, causing the earth to let out a miserable wail.

In an instant, the berserker had transformed into a blurry phantom, speeding along the ground, even faster than before. Knowing full well that there was no magic power supply, it actually chose a desperate tactic!

Even from the perspective of Caster, who is also a Servant, Beserker at full strength could only make out a black line full of fighting spirit and madness. Under the trampling of the steel boots, the ravaged ground shattered and collapsed behind the Berserker, like a huge tide rising from the flat ground.

But Roland just stood there, exerted a little force with his feet, and easily resolved the berserker's attack. Dense spider-web-like cracks began to radiate from him as the center, followed by scorching flames.

With just a thought, the ground beneath Roland's feet was enveloped in flames, melting into a blend of amber and glass. Under the embrace of the scorching waves, even a berserker had to step into the molten ground, shattering this most direct line of defense, then leaping high and slashing madly with the crude weapons in his hands!

"Are you crazy? Go help your Master!"

This was the scene that Matou Kariya saw when he had just regained some consciousness and came to his senses from his trance.

It is impossible for a Master to fight against a Servant. This is common sense in the Holy Grail War. Even a proud magus has to admit this.

As a hero from ancient times, even if he is an assassin, he is not someone a normal magician can fight against.

This is even more true for the berserker. He is Lancelot. Even among the world-famous Knights of the Round Table, he is the best and directly ignited the fuse of the collapse of King Arthur's Kingdom.

Facing many monster servants in this war, even when he has lost his mind, he is still a first-class servant. Although he may have some defects in his Noble Phantasm due to his frenzy, in a one-on-one battle, Lancelot's strength will only be stronger.

You know, even the legendary Sun Knight Gawain was killed by Lancelot.

"Don't worry. As a magician, don't you even know how to strengthen magic? As a caster, I can cast it. Even an ordinary person will have a body comparable to that of a Servant."

Caster glanced at Matou Kariya and spoke slowly.

"Then use it! If your Master dies, you will be nothing more than a useless ghost under the control of a rampaging berserker without any mana supply."

"That's the problem. I've already used it, but the strengthening effect it brings is not as obvious as the master himself."

Looking at the scene on the battlefield, Medea said with some resentment.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

Matou Kirei turned his head blankly and looked at the scene on the battlefield. Under the attack of the black knight who fell from the sky, Roland just took a deep breath. The red flame flowed in the air, turning into burning magic power flowing in his body, turning the flowing blood into a blazing fire.

Medea's strengthening magic was indeed effective, but it was nothing compared to the magic power provided by Roland's soul. Even when unconscious, this body had the physical fitness to easily leap onto the roof of a four-story building.

It was also the first time that Roland experienced what the consequences would be if he burst out with all his strength.

He slowly exhaled a breath that was enough to extinguish the fire. Roland had always known that the Servants were monsters from the Wheel of Restraint.

They could destroy the surrounding environment with a single strike, and the aftermath of the battle was enough to cause countless casualties among ordinary people. This was what Roland believed in the past.

But after witnessing the battles between servants with his own eyes, this concept changed. The power flowing in his body can keep up with this level of battle even without using his full strength. So, what can he do if he bursts out with his full strength?

The answer is at hand.

"visible--"

The shadow that amazed even the servants was caught closely by Roland's eyes.

In his eyes, the world seemed to be stretched out, and Lancelot's movements seemed so dull, as if they were clearly visible in a frozen picture played frame by frame.

This attack, this speed, the inflated desire and arrogance made Roland's mouth curl up unconsciously. As if he was infected by the berserker in front of him, he also laughed wildly.

"Poor and weak! Poor and weak!"

He did not intend to wait, and also jumped high into the air, one step ahead of Lancelot, and easily grabbed the iron rod that was cut down with a tremendous force. Then, he turned the tables, held the end of the iron rod, and smashed the berserker hard to the ground!

As a Master, he is actually stronger than his Servant?

After witnessing this scene that shattered his three perspectives once again, Matou Kariya could only widen his eyes and let out the most genuine sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"—He is simply superhuman."

Chapter 60: A True Hero Kills with His Eyes

Being thrown onto the ground that was as hot as lava, the berserker roared violently again.

But having understood what had just happened, he did not charge as he did before. Instead, he held the steel stick in his hands with both hands, like a knight's sword.

When holding the sword with both hands, the power and speed of holding the sword will increase. Then, when Roland falls back to the ground, the steel stick in his hand, which is corroded by magic, suddenly accelerates, tearing and compressing the atmosphere with the purest power, and blasting out with terrifying force.

Roland still only stretched out one hand to grab the attacking weapon.

"boom--!"

At the moment of contact, overwhelming force spread out, and around the two of them, a raging storm lifted up, twisted, and destroyed layer by layer the burnt and shattered earth.

But no matter how hard Lancelot tried, he could not move forward even a bit in front of this white palm.

"Is this the only power that the legendary Knights of the Round Table have?"

Faced with the name he once used, Lancelot opened his mouth as if stung by a blow, and let out a terrifying roar. He suddenly pulled back the steel rod and started to slash wildly.

Every slash would cause a storm to burst out, and every fight was like an eruption of fire. The entire street seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and there was a violent tremor. The flying flames were swept up by the storm and soared into the sky.

At the moment when the spreading sonic boom stirred up the dust, Lancelot suddenly changed his movements, his right arm quietly dropped and made a stabbing motion.

The steel rod, which was covered with dark red veins like leaf veins, aimed at Roland's heart with a fierce and violent momentum, with its tip sharpened by the attack!

The seemingly violent slashing attacks before were all feints for this moment.

Even though he had lost his mind, Lancelot knew from past experience that even if his enemy's physical fitness was stronger than his, his opponent's chest could be easily pierced by his despicable tactics.

But at this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Roland's eyes, and he revealed a regretful smile.

Facing the slowly approaching steel rod, Roland quietly stretched out his left hand.

This action made the berserker's frantic pupils begin to flicker. Unlike the previous slash, this time he stabbed with all the magic power he had, which was almost the same as his full strength.

Without weapons or skills, even if this hand could withstand the thrust of the steel rod, it would only end up with its flesh and bones crushed together.

But who would have thought that Roland's hand was quietly covered with a layer of bright red flames.

The moment the tip of the iron rod touched Roland's palm, it instantly melted into a pool of scorching hot molten iron.

This made Lancelot look incredulous. Even if the material was ordinary, in his hands, it was equivalent to a D-level pseudo-noble phantasm. Needless to say, its sturdiness was also very strong. However, it was melted instantly by the fire in Roland's palm. How did the other party control the violent fire to such a level?