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It's just that he responded with silence, while Shuo Yue would ramble on and stun people with specious jokes.

What he wanted was not a lie, but the two of them were standing so close, but their hearts were out of reach.

Naturally, Kiritsugu's hesitation would not escape Sakutsu's eyes. He smiled slightly and raised his hand.

The magic light curtain spread out, reflecting the battlefield with.

Since they were all wary, it was difficult to speak.

Then find that opportunity for communication. For example, the simplest and most straightforward way is to talk about the topic by looking at pictures——

What did you see from the battle between these two heroic spirits?

The red spear swept like an angry dragon, and the yellow spear lurked like a poisonous snake.

Two different styles were fully displayed in his hands, and he was exhausted from being attacked by the two schools. Even if he was waving the holy sword that symbolized victory, he was still teetering on the edge of the two spears.

Can't win.

Strong intuition has reached the conclusion.

If the injury to the arm is not healed.

If it doesn't return to its full glory.

She will be defeated at his hands.

But if you want to lift the curse on your hand, you must defeat it, but if you want to defeat it, you must lift the curse on your hand... This is an unsolvable knot.

No, there is still a way.

If the goal is not to defeat the Servants, but simply to destroy a certain object...

Intuition gave the answer. At a certain moment, Artoria's holy blue eyes brightened, and the war skirt on her body automatically disintegrated before the spear touched it. The 'magic release' exploded, and the petite (one meter five) The girl swordsman cut straight into the spearman's body (1.8 meters tall), held the hilt of the sword with her backhand, held the holy sword upside down like a dagger, and cut towards his right arm.

Are you planning to fight with your life if you find that you are no match for me? Although Diarmuid was not frightened, he held the demon-breaking red rose in his right arm and avoided the bottom-up slash of the holy sword at an awkward angle. At the same time, the right arm is closed from the outside to the inside, and the yellow spear tip is held out towards him as if hugging him.

The closer the hand-to-hand combat was, the more it oppressed the warriors' nerves and tested their instinctive response. Even Diarmuid subconsciously made the best defense and counterattack, completely unaware of the words raised at the corner of his mouth. A smile of victory.

The silver armor instantly covered her upper body. Although the inevitable Huang Qiangwei could leave irreparable injuries, she could not break the armor woven by magical power. Even a sharp spear would inevitably delay for a moment before destroying the armor. Defense cut open the fair skin.

Blood trickled down, and her eyebrows trembled slightly with the pain of the curse, but there was no delay in the movements of her hand. Instead, she maintained the posture of holding the holy sword in reverse. The blade collided with the red rose who came back to help, and the hilt of the sword He hit his left wrist hard.

Ugh! The impact from the outside world oppressed the nerves, and the palms of his hands were numb uncontrollably. The gun blade in his hand fell out and was grabbed, and soon the girl knight's call rang out.

Wind King Hammer!!

The crazy storm swept everything, and after breaking through the magic wind field with the Demon-Breaking Spear, the distance was successfully distanced.

Although there were scars from the curse on her shoulders and arms, her left hand was holding the source of the curse, the Noble Phantasm - the 'Indestructible Yellow Rose'.

Wonderful assault. After a moment of silence, he showed a smile that was mixed with appreciation and bitterness.

This is definitely not a move that can be used in a normal competition. For a warrior, any injury on the body will affect the movement and speed of the move, which is fatal in a technical confrontation.

But precisely because they came as servants, they were able to take risks and adopt such risky tactics.

As long as the 'Indestructible Yellow Rose' is broken, the injuries suffered so far will be restored to the original state. Unless it is a fatal injury such as penetrating the spiritual core, the servant will be almost immortal.

This also means that Diarmuid, who has lost a weapon, is about to face the leader of the three knights at his peak - the King of Knights.

Thank you for the compliment. Even she felt that the dangerous tactic was successful. Even Artoria, who had a serious personality, couldn't help but smile slightly.

The 'Destroyed Yellow Rose' was thrown up high, and the golden slash swept across, cutting the magic spear back to its spirit state. At the same time, the injuries on the body, including the laceration on the left finger, were all damaged very quickly. The speed is back to normal.

Moving his nimble fingers, the King of Knights took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the holy sword again with both hands.

The invincible momentum was released wantonly, which represented her strong fighting spirit at this time.

I accept this victory!

Chapter 101 The End of Honor and the Light of Legend

A heroic swordsman, a dashing and tall spearman.

A girl as beautiful as the moonlight, a man as handsome as an eagle.

Roaring swords, roaring guns.

What a passionate symphony burst out between the collision of weapons. Even their hearts were pounding, beating with every movement and collision they made.

The noble knights have spanned a long time and stand on the land of this world again. They sing the praises of the glory that has gone away and show the world the glory they insist on.

But such an exciting scene, in the eyes of a certain man, was as disgusting as impurities and filth.

Ugly, despicable, and disgusting.

It's like seeing two wild dogs biting each other on the roadside, or a funny clown show in a circus.

By not aiming to kill, I managed to hide from Diarmuid and destroy one of his Noble Phantasms. As expected of me, I am Kiritsugu's servant. Now my advantages and disadvantages have been completely reversed. He turned aside. Shuo Yue was still smiling, stroking her hands in sincere admiration.

Facing the irrelevant compliment, Emiya Kiritsugu frowned as if he had been insulted, and spoke in a dark and cold tone:

She is not my servant, and I have nothing to say to her.

Oh, why, this is the most powerful job in the Holy Grail War.

I just want to stay away from this kind of butcher who would do it for the so-called glory and reputation. Emiya Kiritsugu raised his eyes and looked at Sakuzuki who had been trying to induce him to speak, Isn't that what you think?

How could it be? I can only admire and cherish such a beautiful scene, so how could I hate it? The young man's expression was always smiling, as if he was wearing a mask that could not see the truth clearly.

Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't tell what Sakusuki's true thoughts were, but he still sneered: But you brought me here. If you like to read fairy tales like this, why did you use my gun?

Are you dissatisfied with chivalry? Shuo Yue raised her hand and pointed at the two figures in the picture, It was figures like that that guided the troubled times. In the dark Middle Ages, they were a rare light.

But they haven't changed anything! Unable to suppress his inner anger any longer, the man with black hair and black clothes shouted in a low voice, The so-called knights can't save the world at all!

Those people preach that there are good and evil means of war, and they always act as if there is really something noble on the battlefield. Do you know that the fantasy played out by heroes of all ages has led to how many young people are obsessed with things like bravery and reputation? Temptation, what about the ultimate bloodshed and sacrifice?”

Along the way, the killer with blood on his hands made such an assertion. No one was more qualified than him to say such words. Even the passing knights could not shake his stubborn will.

In the eyes of Emiya Kiritsugu, talking about chivalry during the Holy Grail War was the same as committing suicide.

Yes, those who save the world are never those who follow the rules. The knights who dance under the rules are just clowns at the mercy of others. Only by pursuing power outside the rules can we completely cut off the bloodshed and sacrifice in this world... …

Even if it is just a dream for a moment, we still have to lay a wedge for it - maybe this is indeed just a fantasy, but humans who have lost their illusions cannot live. People always have to have wishes and longings to move forward, Kiritsugu. Sakuyue looked calm and was not shaken by Kiritsugu's theory, Or do you want everyone in the world to become like you?

The same unscrupulous means, the same ruthlessness, claiming to be sober and rational, despising ridiculous rules and laws... Emiya Kiritsugu's heart was revealed inch by inch, but it stopped abruptly at the last step, so from Shuoyue What came out of his mouth was the extremely chaotic future:

There is no need for hell. If everyone imitates you, then the world itself will be hell.

This has nothing to do with me, and I don't ask the world to be the same as me. Emiya Kiritsugu naturally would not be confused, On the battlefield, we should kill decisively, cherish each other and be confidants, etc. Ridiculous plot, or is it a player's house wine? Let’s perform it again when the time comes.”

Staring at the scene where the battle situation had become clear, the man who seemed to have turned into darkness put his hands in his pockets and spoke in a calm tone:

Killing is a vicious method that is forced to the last resort. In this case, the best way is to use the highest efficiency and the lowest consumption to end everything in the shortest time. If you think my actions are despicable and accuse me of being cruel, just Feel free to scold me. Justice cannot save the world, and I have no interest in justice at all.

He recognized the justice of chivalry, but also scorned this so-called light.

In the magic image, this battle has come to an end.

The golden holy sword was placed on Diarmuid's neck before the vermilion magic spear, declaring the opponent's victory.

In the final decisive battle, both of them knew each other's abilities thoroughly. Their inherent skills of 'Intuition' and 'Knight's Martial Arts', and 'Inner Eyes and Truth' were equally matched. Not to mention that they were also peak warriors whose skills touched the divine realm. There is not much difference in physical fitness.

Logically speaking, no one would be surprised to win such a duel, but there are still differences between the two sides.

There is a huge difference between wielding a sword for the future and raising a gun for death, and it is clear which side Morgana (the Celtic goddess of victory) will favor.

I lost. As if his wish was fulfilled, Diarmuid showed a sincere smile on his face, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and killed him as if he was being conferred by a knight.

It is truly an honor for me, Diarmuid Odina, to meet you.

Me too. The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, not because of fatigue, but because of the indescribable feeling in my heart when I thought of sending away this great hero who was both my enemy and my friend. sorrow and grief.

As a result, the sword of victory left the spearman's fragile throat.

King of Knights, what are you... Diarmuid raised his head and said in surprise.

, at the end, please allow me to purse my lips willfully, and suddenly showed a proud and sad smile.

At least it allows me to say goodbye to you in the most solemn way.

In a grand way.

For Artoria, a king who has lost her country and is now just a servant, the only thing she can show Diarmuid is the end of honor, the glory of gold——

That is the ideal of knights.

Be proud of upholding this will and be proud of implementing this belief.

At this moment, the ever-victorious King loudly called out the true name of the miracle in his hand.

! !

To be honest, there is always something wrong with using a big move to send people away...

Chapter 102 Lancer Diarmuid, exits

Chapter 102 Diarmuid, exits

The light keeps gathering.

The soft and prayer-like rays of light gathered together one after another, as if illuminating this peerless holy sword, and the most shining brilliance was their supreme duty.

The intense yet quiet light left everyone speechless.

This glorious holy sword is the sad and lofty dream that all the warriors who died on the battlefield held in their hearts at the last moment across the past, present and future - the crystallization of their prayers called Glory.

The Sword of Promised Victory)! !

The light is flowing.

The light roars.

The red dragon's factor was released, allowing the magic power to continuously accelerate and turn into flashes of light. The spiral light stream emitted illuminated the deep night.

Facing this dazzling aurora head on, without saying a word, he concentrated on staring at the white and dazzling moment of destruction.

Ahhh...

That's right - this was exactly the light he had hoped for.

He is also a knight, running on the battlefield in pursuit of this glory.