Irisviel is far more important to Saber than Emiya Kiritsugu. Not only do they have similar personalities, but they also have a tacit understanding when fighting together. To Saber, Irisviel is a princess with noble temperament, and she is the knight who protects the princess. Although the relationship between the two is a bit awkward from the perspective of gender, it does not affect the blooming of the holy white flower.

Now the pure white flower was thrown on the ground and was being trampled by an ugly big foot. Saber's anger could be imagined.

As an excellent Berserker loyal to his Master, Duke put on an angry face, his magic power bursting out, and his silver hair dancing in the wind: "Saber, if you want to kill my Master, you must get past me first!"

“That’s exactly what I meant!” Saber said in a low voice. She was so angry that she could no longer bear it. She held the sword in both hands and placed it at her side. She rushed out backwards, leaving a trace of afterimage like an arrow shot from a bow.

Duke held two heavy swords in his hands, one blue and one red. They were Frostmourne and Firejoy. The warrior wielded two swords, one in each hand, showing the strong arm strength of the mage.

The All-A King is worthy of being called the strongest class of Saber, with extremely comprehensive attributes, and her agility parameter is only slightly worse than Lancer's. When Duke held the sword with both hands, she had already raised the greatsword in her hand, carrying a sharp and majestic momentum, and whistling and slashing down fiercely.

Duke held up Frostmourne and slammed into them fiercely. The swords collided, sparks flew, and sword energy filled the air around the two of them, cutting fine grooves into the ground.

Saber only felt the fatal crisis coming, and without time to think, she immediately released the Wind King Hammer to escape the range of the sword storm. In a trance, she could even feel the stinging pain of the sword blade passing against her cheek. The dense sword blades were reflected in her eyes, which were the sickle blades of death.

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"Understood. Special armor-piercing bullets have been loaded."

The great sword has great lethality, but its disadvantage is its slow speed. Although this disadvantage is infinitely reduced when applied to a Heroic Spirit, Duke's swordsmanship is based on fast strikes, and the strikes get faster and faster. When the length of the invisible sword is calculated, and the emphasis and weaknesses of the swordsmanship are mastered, Saber gradually loses her initial domineering attitude, and she is dragged down by the increasingly fast pace.

“Sure enough, we’re being suppressed head-on…” Emiya Kiritsugu stretched out his hand to block the strong wind in front of him, and moved his lips slightly: “Maiya, find the right opportunity to snipe Berserker.”

Upon hearing this, Saber immediately turned pale with anger, and the hand holding the sword was shaking: "Shameless fellow, how dare you insult the king's honor!"

After landing, Saber gasped for a while, with a look of fear on her face. Then she saw a strand of golden hair falling to the ground... her ahoge was cut off.

“It’s useless. In front of my True Vision, your swordsmanship is full of flaws.” Duke swung out Fire Joy, forcing Saber to raise her sword to block. Then he moved his feet and turned half a body length. Frostmourne followed and swept to Saber’s side.

The golden light became brighter, and an infinite brilliance bloomed behind him. Duke, who was daydreaming, was pulled back to reality. He turned around and saw Saber holding up the golden sword with both hands.

Duke was prepared for this, and explained helplessly, "He has robbed Masters Caster and Lancer of their Command Seals. The last thing he lacks now is the Command Seals."

Duke raised Frostmourne helplessly: "This damn Command Seal, I am also extremely helpless... Then I have no choice but to offend you."

But soon, Saber realized a problem: "Berserker, where did your Master get so many Command Seals?"

When the wound heals and no longer affects her movements, she can use the Sword of Promised Victory, but Saber cannot feel any joy at all, because the disappearance of the curse means that Lancer... is dead.

“Saber, just surrender! You are no match for me. If you continue to resist, you will only bring shame upon yourself and undermine your dignity as the Knight King.” Duke advised kindly, “Just obey me... the Master of this house. Lancelot misses you so much that he is going crazy.”

Saber's furious attack was like a tide, and the magic power condensed into a gust of wind that made the sword invisible did have a somewhat confusing effect. Duke calculated the length of the sword while observing Saber's swordsmanship. The ultra-fast swing of the sword gradually blurred the figures of the two.

"hateful!!"

The Sword of Covenant Victory is a typical Western broadsword, more specifically, an English broadsword. This two-handed broadsword is designed for slashing and thrusting, and is a very manly cold weapon. With its parallel blade, thick blade, and handle that can be held with both hands, it can be used in both horse and foot battles, and has been popular for centuries.

A faint chill passed over her scalp. Although the sword had not yet reached her body, the breath of death that was blowing in her face had already caused Saber's pores to tighten and cold sweat to flow.

What’s going on? Is King Dai Mao so shameless?

Could it be that... this world is actually the GalGame version of the Holy Grail War?

Saber became more and more annoyed as the fight went on. After a brief stalemate, she was beaten back step by step, as if her swordsmanship had been seen through, and her flaws had been discovered and she was beaten severely, unable to exert any of her advantages at all.

Under the shining of this clear light, King Dai's face looked extremely solemn. The combination of the holy sword and the girl seemed even more sacred. The next second, she sang out the glory condensed in the sword with a voice full of pride.

Thinking of the brave figure holding two guns, Saber felt sorry for him. Such a brave and brave warrior suffered great humiliation before his death. This was simply the greatest insult to the spirit of chivalry.

Then several more sword beams swept past. Although Saber tried her best to dodge, her armor was still scratched. There were also several thin bloody wounds on the parts without armor. Behind her was the edge of the building. Saber was like standing on the edge of a cliff, with no way to retreat.

At this moment, Duke, who was approaching with his sword raised, suddenly paused, his face showing indignation, and then he looked at Saber with a hint of apology: "I'm sorry, my Master has cast a Command Spell on me again. He is attracted by your beauty and wants me to capture you alive and present you to him."

The ahoge that she regarded as a symbol of honor was cut off, and Saber's face turned pale and blue. She was too tired to defend herself and did not dare to think too much. She saw a flash of afterimage in her vision and raised her sword in a hurry to block. It was like being hit by a high-speed train, and the long sword in her hand was almost slipped out of her hand.

"Damn it! Don't let him appear in front of me!" Saber gritted her teeth, her eyes full of anger, as if she was going to choose someone to devour.

Swish! A flash of cold light swept across, and Saber bent backward to avoid it, letting Frostmourne whistle past her head.

Swish! Swish! Swish————

“What, have you figured it out?!” Seeing Saber’s aura suddenly change and an inexplicable sense of sadness rising in her, Duke subconsciously asked.

Saber's attacks had been interrupted countless times, and she could only mechanically swing her sword to defend herself, unable to even launch a decent counterattack.

At this moment, Saber suddenly felt movement in her injured wrist, and the cursed wound slowly recovered under her own healing ability.

The real body appeared at the edge of the crater. Duke looked in the direction where the bullet came from. His sharp eyes caught a beautiful figure on the building not far away, Kiritsugu Emiya's assistant + tool + lover on the ground - Hisau Maiya.

"Is it the real Holy Grail or the Holy Grail that needs to be replenished...how about giving it a try?" Duke's face changed, but after all, he was still a Duke with full moral principles and lacked practical skills.

Saber felt the same frustration as Lancer at this moment. She had to withdraw her attack and block it halfway through. After repeating this several times, she felt like she was holding her breath in her chest and had no place to use her strength. She was like a puppet, with every move being controlled by Duke.

“Dream on! I will never let that bastard succeed even if I die!” Saber’s anger continued to rise.

Duke did not give Saber a chance to breathe. He continued to turn, holding a sword in each hand, and used the mage version of the Blade Storm. The surging sword energy poured down like a violent storm, forcing Saber to the brink of death. The Wind King barrier covering the long sword trembled continuously and was about to collapse.

Bang! The whistling bullet came, piercing Duke's temple and shooting into the ground, leaving a smoking pit. Duke's body swayed slightly, gradually fading and disappearing, and what was hit was the afterimage.

"Let's not talk about the difference in speed and strength. The key is his swordsmanship... I don't have any chance to fight back."

The golden light gathered from all directions and condensed into a dazzling beam of light that reached the sky. It was the dream that all the soldiers who had died on the battlefield throughout the past, present and even future had pursued and longed for throughout their lives, and it was the victory that they prayed for glory.

"Ex——caliber————"

The unlocked victory blossomed, and only golden light remained between heaven and earth. Because the speed was so fast, it gave people the feeling of a torrent of light surging.

"Fuck, Xiaolan, you tricked me!"

It was too fast. Duke only had time to complain before he was submerged in the roaring golden light...

(End of this chapter)