In the original novel, the frenzied Lancelot always had the upper hand against Saber. The reason why he was stabbed to death was not because of his sins in battle, but because there was something wrong with his master. Matou Kariya was too poor a magician to support his consumption of magic power.
And now, Lancelot has the strongest master and has as much magic power as he wants, but he still forces himself to fight Saber on equal terms. This is a problem of mentality.
As a Servant, Lancelot is undoubtedly unqualified! The clinking sword lights collided, sporadic sparks flew everywhere, and the two swords, one black and one gold, were deadlocked in mid-air. Lancelot took the initiative to disperse the force, and then Saber put away the sword in time. The two of them reflected on themselves and started fighting again.
There was no ruthless fight of life and death, and the sword moves of the two men became more casual, with a hint of flirting in them.
Emiya Kiritsugu was secretly pleased watching from the side. Lancelot's identity meant that he could not turn over in front of Saber. If Duke did not have the Command Seal, the unrestrained Lancelot might have sided with his side.
Emiya Kiritsugu thought a lot, many of which were despicable tricks, but he did not think it was wrong, but took it for granted. However, if Duke was allowed to use up all his Command Seals, this would be difficult for him. After all, Duke did not look like a Master who relied on Command Seals, and could rely on himself.
Duke Ruohanshuang was filled with fear. The thing he tried so hard to avoid still happened. The love-hate relationship between the monarch and his subjects made him feel heartbroken. After thinking for a short moment, he raised the back of his hand with the Command Seal.
The ice-blue dragon body was lying on the building, its claws stretched out to tightly grasp the edge of the top floor, with half of its body and slender neck sticking out. Duke stood on top of the ice dragon, looking at Lancelot without saying a word, the command seal on the back of his hand flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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"No, Master, please don't..."
There is nothing that can be done about it. Rider conquered the world with his leadership qualities and military strategy. His personal martial arts value is among the top three among the seven servants, counting from the back to the front. When facing Lancelot, he can only hide and fight.
"Lancelot is deeply ashamed!" Lancelot clenched his fists and said nothing. Duke's words deeply hurt his heart, but he really didn't know how to choose.
The King of Conquerors, who has tens of thousands of gay friends, said that although the duel between Lancelot and King Sarcasm was not very entertaining to watch and was as crude as a fight between two third-rate swordsmen, it was also a proof of the bond between the monarch and his subjects. He began to admire Saber a little, as it was a path of conquest that he had never taken before.
Duke turned a blind eye and continued, "In the name of the Command Spell, Lancelot, kill the Sab in front of you for me..."
“Asshole, you swung your sword at your benefactor without hesitation. I should have let you die.” Rider rubbed his aching chest and said angrily with a grin.
“Hoooooooooooooo——”
Capturing her alive, holding her hands and feet, and keeping her outside the door were all done to tease Lancelot, and Duke never took it seriously, after all, he couldn't afford A. Out of respect for King Arthur, Duke decided to give her a decent death, and was killed by Lancelot in a one-on-one duel.
"Lord Lancelot!" Saber raised her sword to stop it, but was thrown back by the giant dragon that flapped its wings, and stood in front of Emiya Kiritsugu with her sword.
Rider showed a vindictive smile and said, "Gandalf, no, I should call you Master of Berserker. You have deceived me, and I will not do it again."
"Be thankful. If you had chosen to tangle with Saber the first moment I fell from the building, I would have killed you."
This is the correct way to open King Arthur. After all, when the king is green, blood will flow! Facing Rider's rebuke and disdain, the honest man Lancelot fell into a psychological cycle of self-abandonment, secretly thinking that he was the source of all evil, and raised the magic sword to launch a suicidal attack on Saber again.
The process of issuing the command spell was interrupted, and Duke himself was knocked to the top floor of the building by the impact force, freely falling downward in uniformly accelerated motion.
Lancelot showed a look of horror. He probably guessed what kind of order Duke was going to give, and he immediately began to beg.
“Master!!” Lancelot was shocked. He abandoned Saber and rushed to the edge of the building. He leaned down but saw nothing.
The red light lit up, and the first one to wake up was Lancelot. He was on the verge of self-destruction and suddenly realized that his body was out of his control.
Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded, and a cold wind blew, casting a white mist behind Lancelot. Fine ice particles scattered, and the place where Lancelot was located was completely frozen. He also maintained the posture of charging, and turned into a hard ice sculpture.
After about ten moves, Lancelot deflected Rider's sword and kicked him away.
Even a clay man would have some temper, let alone the King of Conquerors who had been domineering all his life. The angry Rider roared repeatedly, his hair stood on end, his muscles swelled, and then... he rolled over to avoid the sword light that was piercing his vitals.
It can only be said that honest people live too hard. Lancelot is too upright in character. He takes all the blame on himself and does not understand the beauty of passing the buck. He only complains about himself, silently takes the responsibility on himself, and then lives a more frustrated life.
"Master, I..." Lancelot pursed his lips, but finally closed them. He was unable to defend himself.
Saber nodded beside her. Yes, this was the Lord Lancelot she knew. Even though he descended as a Berserker, he did not tarnish the noble character of the ‘Flower of Knighthood’.
The Berserker class has always had a terrible level of resistance to magic, and Lancelot is no exception. He cannot resist the Command Seals.
Saber has never had much resentment towards Lancelot for cheating on her. The knight's spirit of taking the blame made her take all the responsibility. She believed that it was her inability to bring happiness to Queen Guinevere that led to the tragedy, and Lancelot played the role of the victim.
Clang! A sharp sword light flashed, and Lancelot burst out with surging killing intent. He sprinted to the side of the ox cart in three or two steps, leaped over Rider's head, and slashed down with the sword.
Boom! The sudden surge of lightning interrupted Duke's command spell. Rider used the God Wheel to knock Duke away at lightning speed.
Rider rolled on the ground a few times to relieve the force on his body. Just as he raised his head, another sword light chased after him.
Crack! Crack! Lancelot broke free from the ice on his body. His anti-magic power was not enough to ignore the damage of magic. At this moment, his lips turned blue and he walked to the dragon with stiff limbs. He knelt on one knee in front of Duke to apologize.
Lancelot did not pursue him, with a conflicted look on his face: "I will remember your kindness in my heart, but you... you shouldn't have attacked my Master." Rider got up and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground: "You ungrateful fellow, your personality is too twisted. Fortunately, I don't have a subject like you under my command."
Rider hastily drew his sword to parry. Although he could run horses and open bottle caps with his shoulders, muscle does not equal strength, and he was not prepared in advance, so he was swept off the ox cart by Lancelot's sword.
Hearing this, Lancelot lowered his head in shame and waited quietly for Duke's punishment.
"Xiaolan, you disappoint me so much!" Duke said in a light tone, and the Command Seal on the back of his hand finally dimmed.
This is the difference between men and women. If it were a male version of King Arthur, he would definitely not be so polite to Lancelot who cheated on him.
Male Arthur: Go to hell and bless you silently! Pulling out the tendons, peeling off the skin, and hanging him on the city gate for public display are all considered light punishments. Only by dismembering Lancelot and then using his rebellious skull as a toilet for the Knights of the Round Table to use in turn can I eliminate the hatred in my heart.
"I'm very sorry, but I have no other choice!" Lancelot smiled bitterly with shame.
Therefore, being heartless is the best way to live a carefree life, at least it can relieve your stress! The dragon claws stretched out and clamped Lancelot, who let Duke do what he wanted, like an empty shell without a soul, with no intention of resisting.
“Rider, are you okay?” Waver shouted worriedly.
Seeing the dragon flying high up, as if it would never come back, Rider drove the God Wheel to chase after it: "Master of Berserker, are you going to give up the victory you have achieved? What about your duel with me?"
Duke stood proudly at the head of the dragon and glanced at Rider who was not giving up. "The Holy Grail War has come to this point. Everything I expected has ended. It is time to bring it to a close. If the King of Conquerors wants to leave, there is no need to rush now. At least wait until the golden guy comes together."
The ice dragon flapped its wings and flew away, leaving the sound behind in the distance.
"I have prepared a grand funeral for you all. It will be held tonight. Anyone who has the courage can come!"
(End of this chapter)