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"That's just because their souls are too fragile." Roland nodded slightly: "I won't ask about your purpose for coming here. It doesn't matter anyway. Since the covenant has been broken, our hostile relationship has resumed."

Roland looked at Lancer and said bluntly, "You don't seem to like your Master. Do you want to come to my side?"

"No," Lancer glanced at Danic on the ground and said softly, "If this is their choice, I will continue to protect them."

"Really? Even if you are very strong, do you think you can fulfill your responsibility of guarding at such a distance of just a few steps?"

Roland's mouth curled up into a fierce arc and he walked towards Lancer.

"Because I am a weapon, since I haven't received any orders, this is the only thing I can do." When facing the collective consciousness, Enkidu would have a lot of thoughts, but when he was in Danik's hands, he would put away all his unnecessary thoughts and obey the orders with peace of mind.

Even though he has died once, even though he has a heart, he will only show it when facing nature, his fellow men, and his friends. Otherwise, at all other times he is a weapon that never stops.

But it is precisely because of this that he is powerful.

As Enkidu watched Roland approaching step by step, the smile on his face did not change at all.

"Unknown God, I'm going to get serious next."

He did not forge a treasure out of the earth because it would affect its master, and he did not flee with his master because the idea was futile when he sensed Roland's alien and vast aura.

But Enkidu remained fearless. He was originally a weapon used to separate gods from humans. Therefore, he had the strength to fight even against a real god.

“Kaalaala——!!!”

Suddenly, chains appeared in the air.

On the earth, in the sky, in the trees, and even in Enkidu's body, chains made of fantasy crisscrossed in the air, making a crisp and oppressive sound, and came to Roland like lightning.

From the neck to the wrists, from the waist to the legs, everything was tied up tightly.

Enkidu was certain that the more noble the god, the more powerless he would be in front of this chain.

But today, this common sense in his eyes was broken.

"The Heaven's Chain was actually..."

Before Enkidu could finish his surprised words, he was interrupted by Roland's wild laughter.

"Mu Da Mu Da!"

Roland laughed wildly and exerted his strength like a ferocious beast. The chains couldn't even stop him for a moment before they broke in the tremor and turned into spirit particles that disappeared quietly.

In an instant, the raging flames seemed to burn up the entire space, leaving behind a terrible scar and smashing Enkidu heavily to the ground!

Chapter 78 My position remains unshakable!

There was no hesitation in Roland's eyes. When he sensed Enkidu's will to fight, everything was already decided.

The seemingly powerful Heavenly Chain is actually a double-edged sword. It is almost invincible when facing gods, but in front of ordinary people, it is just a normal chain.

Although most powerful heroes have some divinity, there are exceptions, let alone Roland?

He is not a native of Type-Moon, and he wants to use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the officials of his own dynasty. Even if he wants to force it, he is a demon wizard, not a god. He can be compared to the eight immortal gods who were born out of righteousness.

While being bound by the Chains of Heaven, Roland took a deep breath. On this red road of fire, the earth was melting, the air seemed to be boiling, and the trees disappeared.

Enkidu was caught off guard and took the blow. Even if he didn't die, it was enough for Roland to achieve his goal.

Coming in front of Danic, Roland flicked his hand casually, exposing the scene on Danic's chest before his eyes.

"sheep?"

Seeing the familiar pattern, Roland shrugged and was not surprised.

After confirming that Danik had the talisman on him, combined with his performance, this was the only one that fit the bill.

But soon, he frowned.

The outside of the sheep talisman was wrapped in a mass of chaotic souls. Although it had no effect on the talisman itself, the feeling was like having a small advertisement suddenly pasted on your car, which was disgusting.

At this time, Enkidu, who had been knocked away, came back and looked at Roland, who had already held his master's life in his hands. He did not feel nervous. On the contrary, he showed a relieved expression.

Roland silently retracted his action and turned his gaze to Enkidu.

"You didn't even make a symbolic threat, and you're just going to sit back and watch me do whatever I want to your Master? This talisman is the key to his maintaining his personality."

Although the wisdom of the thousand has been almost worn out, the speed of relearning is still quite amazing with the experience and knowledge retained from the past. With Roland's current attainments, it is enough to see Danic's core of magic.

"Without it, your Master will become a homunculus with only instinctive consciousness. Is that okay?"

"It shouldn't matter," Enkidu tilted his head slightly and suddenly smiled, "Instead, I think this might be better for the Master."

"I see. Danic didn't sign a contract with you, but just took advantage of a loophole. So, what did this guy do before, and why did he come to Fuyuki City?"

Roland reached out to the talisman, but did not take it off immediately. Instead, he touched it lightly and poured his magic power into it.

"But even if I ask him, I probably won't get an answer, so... I'd better look at it myself."

Even if it has not been activated, the power displayed by the talisman in his hands is far greater than that of other talismans.

Although the Sheep Talisman may seem ordinary, its true owner can develop many abilities, such as controlling the souls of others and modifying their memories by extending their dreams.

It was through these analyses that Danic made some achievements in the field of soul, although it was difficult to accomplish such a thing when the talisman was unlocked, not to mention that the talisman was now out of power.

But for a poor creature who had given up even his own existence and completely relied on the sheep spell, he could only let Roland do what he wanted.

If Danik was still awake, he would be horrified to find that the memories in his mind were constantly flashing back, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.

The memories of the human named Danic were playing quickly in front of Roland like a movie, and Roland kept picking out the useful ones, absorbing the necessary knowledge like a sponge.

"Well--"

After a while, Roland frowned deeply.

He easily acquired the rare knowledge of the Grand Master Magician, including the changes in spells, the techniques of casting spells, and all kinds of forgotten technologies. For ordinary people, their personalities would probably be overwhelmed, but for Roland, who possessed a thousand wisdoms, they were just a drizzle.

After finishing reading, Roland's eyes lit up slightly.

He already knew all the secrets hidden in the Third Holy Grail War, and he also had a clear view of how Danic's cautious attitude towards spells turned into obsession.

He let go of his hand and did not take back the sheep charm. Instead, he stood up and looked at Danik with strange eyes.

He also got an explanation for why the other party had signed a contract with him so readily. Although Danic also did it, he would not have to fear the idea of ​​being bound by a contract after completing the ultimate goal of this Holy Grail War.

But in conclusion, he did want to abide by the contract.

——Because his goal in participating in this Holy Grail War was not the Holy Grail at all.

"Take your Master away, he will wake up soon."

Roland said calmly, and headed back towards the direction of Einzbern City.

"What on earth are you planning?"

There was no emotion on Enkidu's face, but his eyes darkened slightly. As a weapon, he would not actively resist his master, but after trying his best, it was different because of the enemy.

Unexpectedly, this alien monster actually let Danic go and even did not take away the precious talisman. This was completely beyond his expectations. In this case, he could only shoulder the responsibility of a Servant again.

"Yes, why? I am also looking for the reason." But Roland just turned his head and smiled slightly. "By the way, when he wakes up, tell him a message for me."

After Roland left, Enkidu walked carefully to Danik's side, keeping an eye out for Roland's sudden return attack, but he did not find any remaining traps.

"This is……"

Enkidu stared at Roland's back, picked up his Master, and quickly left the forest.

Just after placing the Master on the sofa in the base, Danic raised his heavy eyelids again.

"Lancer? Where are we…"

As he spoke, Danik ignored the pain in his body and subconsciously touched his chest. Even though he knew that being conscious meant the talisman was still there, he still had to use primitive movements to confirm this.

"Roland let us go? What does that guy want to do?"

"He only asked me to tell you one thing." Enkidu looked complicated and imitated Roland's hoarse and low tone.

“——No one can stop their nails from growing, and no one can suppress their innate nature, so just do it.”

These words made Danic's pupils shrink. He subconsciously observed Enkidu's expression, and spoke slowly after finding nothing unusual.

"Didn't the guy tell you anything?"

"No."

"I see."

Has Roland seen through my intentions? Or does he want to use me to obtain the Holy Grail?

No, I can't hesitate! I want to do big things, big things!

The three Command Seals are still there, the talisman has not been taken away, and Lancer is still the lamb that cannot resist in my hand, a sacrifice to be slaughtered.

I am the Master, Danic! My position remains unshaken!

When I become one with the Servant, the outer shell of this talisman will be shattered, and the power within it will be released. With the help of the spiritual connection, I will become the first host of this power.

At that time, no matter what your plans are, I will have nothing to fear with this divine power.

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Chapter 79 I'm going to correct you!

The wind was howling, and two figures that could not be captured by ordinary people left cracked scars on the ground during the constant confrontation. The dense cracks spread like a spider web.

Every collision between the two would cause a storm because of the terrifying force. Lancelot's expression had gradually changed from serious at the beginning to solemn. If you look closely, you can see that he looked a little surprised.

So strong... My king from another world is so strong!

Although thinking this way may be a bit of an insult to Altria, from Lancelot's own perspective, the Saber in front of him is much better at fighting.

It's not just the difference in attributes, but in mentality. Altria's perfect kingly way is most directly demonstrated in Saber.

There is cruelty in his kindness, decisiveness in his perseverance, and except for the vague innocence, Saber and Lancelot's impression of King Arthur are completely different people.

I was born as a Berserker. After changing my master, the correction of losing my berserk ability was offset by my master. After I pulled out my Noble Phantasm without any worries, my attributes would only be better. But I am not a Saber after all.

The innate correction that this strongest class brings to Saber means that Lancelot is now only on the same level as his opponent. Even if he always has the upper hand with his exquisite technical advantages, Saber will quickly close the gap.

This was not because Lancelot was shaken by the fact that he needed to atone for his sins, but because it was an ironclad fact.

As the swords crossed, Lancelot shot out like lightning, slightly tilted the magic sword in his hand back, pushed it towards Saber, and then took advantage of the momentum to swing it down fiercely.

Saber's skills honed on the battlefield can be considered excellent, but in Lancelot's opinion, there are still flaws. If this blow hits the real point, Saber will be cut directly in two.

However, his sword missed.

The sword blade, as gorgeous as the shining lake, collided violently with the holy sword that was bound in the scabbard formed by the concept of restraint. The majestic wind magic swirled and exchanged, forming a pure white storm that could drown everything.

The Holy Swordsman, who was already too late to block Lancelot's attack, not only did not twist his body forcefully to deal with the fatal blow, but he simply followed the posture he had just retreated, released all his magic power, and coordinated with the Wind King's barrier to make his body and sword rotate together.

The sword blade danced mercilessly at high speed, and the strong wind gushing out from the holy sword in Saber's hand changed the wind direction. While removing Lancelot's attack, it also turned the raging strong wind into a ferocious tornado that could ravage everything.

It happened again. Lancelot asked himself that under the limited conditions, he should not be careless, but faced with this situation, he could only choose to leap back.

"Are all those who can release magic power monsters? They have already exploded several times, but they don't even seem to be tired."

This skill has a very special position. People without it can be very strong, but people with it will definitely not be weak.

It seems to be a simple act of adding magic power to the body and weapons, but simplicity is the best. The prerequisite for having this skill means that the physical ability itself is monstrous and can withstand such a high output of magic power.

When there is a gap in attributes, it is just a combat technique and a compensation for shortcomings, but when the attributes of both parties are similar, this ability becomes an important strategy to reverse the situation.

"call--"

Saber took a deep breath without pause, and his heart, the core of his magic furnace, pumped the burning magic power, filling his body and allowing him to quickly recover. When Irisviel was his master, his fighting style became much more extravagant.

He looked at Lancelot with sparkling eyes and said calmly, "Sir Lancelot, you are really strong. In the past, I could fight you for a whole day, but now, do you want to stop?"

Saber said calmly, "Although your skills are better than mine in hand-to-hand combat, you won't be able to achieve any results in a short period of time. If we really want to determine the winner, we must release the True Name of the Noble Phantasm."

"Although your Master has kidnapped my Master, judging from the results, he should have no ill intentions. Therefore, I do not want to fight a life-and-death battle with you at this time."

No ill intentions?

Lancelot smiled bitterly. He didn't have much contact with Roland and was somewhat grateful for his behavior. But despite this, he also understood that Roland didn't care about his or Saber's life or death. His master just wanted to see the chemical reaction brought about by the collision between the two.

See change, see enlightenment, see death.

From this perspective, he really has no ill intentions, because in a sense, he treats himself and Saber equally, and has a sense of calmness that the meat will always rot in his own pot.

"My king, although I think that fair fights between knights like this are very rare and may never happen again, I am willing to accept a temporary truce because I also have questions I want to ask you."

Lancelot's voice rang in Saber's ears.