Chapter 738 Lancelot: Master, do you know who Saber is?



The eerie silence, the gloomy underground palace, the faint smell of blood, and the terrifying scene that makes people feel gloomy in their hearts. This is the place where Caster chose to build his magic workshop, just like his dark wizard's aesthetic.

But at this moment, the beautiful work of art he carefully constructed is facing a brutal and brutal demolition.

The Magic Workshop aims to create new alien dimensions and construct endless murderous intent in a small space, but Caster's attainments in magic are too poor. Apart from some magic traps and mechanisms, he still relies on a large number of water monsters as his main means of defense.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder surged, and the golden hammer smashed down, spreading azure plasma on the ground.

Lightning flashed, and snakes spread! The fragile water demon was touched by the lightning and was electrocuted, shaking with the wind. The water vapor in its body evaporated, and it withered into bark and fell down. Its ability to resurrect was restrained.

Duke played the role of Berserker, wielding a pair of golden hammers weighing 600 kilograms in total, and walked in front to clear the way. Behind him was the Master Lancelot, who looked shocked, holding a sword to kill the missed water monster. Seeing Duke lift heavy objects with ease, blowing up the magic trap and smashing the water monster into a pancake, Lancelot didn't know what to say.

Caster was confused by the simple conversation between the Master and the Servant. He looked at Lancelot and then at Duke: "Berserker, I'll say it again, return Ryunosuke to me immediately. We will sign a truce agreement, and I will release your Master."

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"I don't know. I have never successfully resurrected a dead person. The soul I replaced was the soul of a living person."

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and bones rang in his ears, and Caster felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the tip of the sword piercing his heart. When he looked again, Lancelot had broken free from his restraints and was wearing a heavy armor.

With Caster's death, the magic workshop he had set up also dissipated, and the summoned water demon rotted into mud. When the breeze blew, a little bit of bloody smell flowed in the underground palace.

"Don't worry. If we really can't resist, there's no point worrying about it." After all, Caster was a soldier who had been a commander in his lifetime. He was slow and measured, and was not at all anxious because of the unfavorable situation in the war.

Caster was stunned, his body turned into sparkling powder and disappeared. Before he died, he was still muttering to himself: "My Joan of Arc, such a powerful enemy, can you defeat them?"

Swish! The light blue transparent magic curtain was shattered by the sharp sword, and Lancelot rushed to Caster with blood all over his body. There was no water demon here, but he glanced at it and stopped because of extreme anger.

Caster's face was gloomy, and he grinned: "As a Master, your talent is indeed outstanding, but facing a Servant alone, I advise you..."

Lancelot's sword attack became more powerful. Caster's strength was far worse than he expected, so he decided to quickly deal with the opponent to avoid delaying Duke's chance to win at his own risk.

"That's what you said, but Ryunosuke, what good idea do you have to help me defeat Berserker?" Caster frowned. Because his eyes were too big and his facial features were extremely disharmony, this action made him look very ferocious.

"The famous Knights of the Round Table... Then..." Caster turned his head and looked at Duke: "Then who are you?"

Lancelot was disdainful in his heart. People who indulge in depravity always have reasons of one kind or another. Just as he was about to burst out his magic power to break free from the shackles, a figure flashed across the field. Duke rode the nightmare warhorse and teleported behind Ryunosuke Uzumura.

"I can't help it. Berserker is too powerful. If I had enough time to prepare, I could have given him a great gift. But now, the attack came too suddenly. I don't have any good solution for the time being."

But the reason why knights are noble and respected is that they prove that human beings are not just despicable. On the battlefield stained with blood, they uphold honor and pride, abandon fear and hatred, and live in the hellish battlefield as human beings.

Phew!

A thunderous burst of cold air froze Ryunosuke, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, into an ice can. The nightmare horse leaped up with its front hooves and crushed the ice. The piece of ice with the frozen head rolled on the ground and stopped at Caster's feet.

Hearing Duke emphasize this oath, Lancelot instinctively felt that something was wrong and asked cautiously, "Master, who is the female Saber you are talking about?"

Lancelot: Excuse me, you are hollowed out, why are you stronger than me? Duke: I don't have many advantages. My magic skills are average, my mouth is dumb, and my brain is not flexible. But I have a lot of strength! At this time, Ryunosuke Uesugi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. It was not that he was afraid of death. As an excellent killer, he was always curious about death, even if death was about to befall him.

"Ah! Caster, ah————" The horse's hoof was raised high and trampled Ryunosuke Uryu to the ground, and the cry for help soon turned into a scream.

Lancelot was unwilling to call himself a knight because of the stain on his life, but he could never forget his noble character. He could not tolerate Caster, an evil spirit who tarnished the dignity of human nature.

"Oh, I just tried to summon the dead souls, but I couldn't find any. The souls of the little ghosts are all collected by Caster in this crystal ball. I will go back and try, maybe I can save them." Duke blinked. If their father didn't mind his children bleeding other people's blood, they should be able to have a happy family.

"Hey, hey, you're not going to give up just like that? We're going to die, both of us will die!" Ryunosuke Uesugi was powerless to complain, Caster was too careless.

In fact, Caster was just as unwilling as Ryunosuke Uryu. He came to this holy war, but he had no chance to confide his true feelings to Jeanne. He just felt that God was so unfair to him.

Caster's hand trembled, and the dagger fell to the ground. He staggered and picked up the head from the ground, his eyes blank and dull.

Caster hurriedly pulled out a dagger from his arms, put it on Lancelot's neck, and yelled to Duke: "Berserker, don't hurt Ryunosuke, your Master is in my hands!"

"Master, what are you doing?" Lancelot's temperament became more and more melancholy, and he began to question whether the Holy Grail War was necessary. If Caster had not been summoned by the Holy Grail, today's tragedy would not have happened.

Lancelot was completely stunned. He thought Caster was a pervert, but he didn't expect his master to be no worse. It was the first time he heard such a sophistry. Three or five water demons, under Caster's command, rushed over from all sides and wrapped up the shocked Lancelot, easily wrapping him up like a dumpling, leaving only his head outside.

"I'm so sorry, I just..."

“…”

Lancelot knew that humans were creatures with a tendency to destroy. Fear and oppression would destroy rational nerves and make humans ugly and tyrannical. On the battlefield, such people were common. After walking on the tightrope between life and death, soldiers would choose innocent people to vent their anger, and through stronger stimulation, make them feel that they were still alive.

"My name is Lancelot, and I come to this Holy Grail War as a Berserker!" Lancelot was murderous and announced his name before Caster died.

"Caster, the water monsters and traps are completely useless. Berserker is about to rush in. Aren't you too calm?" The big-eyed marshal looked calm as he recited the summoning spell calmly, which made Uryu Ryunosuke a little crazy.

"How could this be? All the Servants have already appeared, who are you?" Caster's eyes widened, and he couldn't muster any strength as death approached.

"Oh, and now can you swing your sword at King Arthur for me?"

"Hey, why do you say that?" Uryu Ryunosuke stood beside Caster and tilted his head to defend himself: "Compared to prolonging a worthless life, it is more meaningful to understand the whole of death. Caster and I are not killing people, but creating something."

There were corpses scattered all over the ground, and dried blood was clotted to the ground. Just by looking at it, you could smell the bloody smell.

“Ryunosuke——”

If it was just corpses, Lancelot had seen a lot of them in his lifetime, even the skeletons of young children were not rare. The reason why he was so shocked was that these young corpses had been decomposed. There were scattered fragments and hollowed-out chest cavities, and he couldn't even find a complete one.

"You deserve to die!" Lancelot's sword-holding arm was shaking a little, and he was extremely angry.

Duke smiled softly, took off his gauntlet armor, revealing the empty back of his hand, and then a red light lit up, and a blood-red command seal faintly emerged: "What do you think?"

"No matter what, you are a benevolent monarch. Being your servant and fighting for you is Lancelot's greatest honor after his death." Lancelot took off his armor and bowed at Duke's feet.

After destroying Caster and eliminating a Master and Servant combination, Lancelot was not jubilant. When he thought of the corpses around him who were once alive, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, so heavy that he could not breathe.

Ryunosuke Ameyu is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die now. He would be unwilling to die before truly understanding death and feeling the reality.

Duke was surprised at the tragedy around him. He frowned and looked over when he heard this: "Xiaolan, what are you doing?"

"Okay, I won't force you. You just need to remember your previous oath, capture Saber alive and keep watch for me." Duke waved his hand generously.

"Okay, no need to explain, just kill him!"

Uryu Ryunosuke was stunned for a moment. He had no idea at all. However, when he saw the crystal ball next to Caster, he pointed at Lancelot behind Duke and said, "This man is the Master. Capture him to threaten Berserker."

There was no sign of his presence leaking out, but Caster could sense that Lancelot was the Servant.

Duke rummaged around and found a crystal ball from a pile of magic tools made by Caster. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while before putting it away with a smile.

Having captured Berserker's Master, Caster was in a good mood. He took two steps at a time and walked to Lancelot, with a hint of resentment in his eyes: "In the past, I also believed that the world was full of hope, but later I realized that it was just a trick of the gods to play with people's hearts."

Lancelot perked up: "Can we revive the dead?"

Duke grinned: "I'll give it back to you. You said so!"

As he spoke, Ryunosuke Uryu opened his hands, as if he was completing a sacred mission, and an expression of joy involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Don't talk to me, you are not worthy!" Lancelot interrupted Caster directly: "Your soul is so ugly that it is disgusting. Every word you say sounds so dirty to my ears."

Duke was pushed off track, but when he saw Lancelot charging into the rear, he sent a message telling him to keep moving forward. The enemy was confused by their battle plan of concealing their identities.

If Lancelot is transformed into Lancelot-chan, a book will be published here!

Under Caster's premeditated command, the army of water demons launched a suicide charge. Like a tide, they rushed over wave after wave, blocking Duke and Lancelot, and purposefully leading Lancelot to the last line of defense.

"Don't just accept your fate, okay? Don't you still have dreams that haven't been fulfilled?" Ryunosuke Uesugi scratched his hair. He really didn't want to die.

Duke's eyes sparkled, "I'm not sure, but Caster keeps calling her Joan of Arc, so she must be the famous French peasant girl."

"I see..." Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief and promised solemnly: "Please rest assured, in the name of the king, I will definitely fulfill my oath!"

"Very good, very good!" Duke laughed out loud.

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