Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

The base of the car was used as a temporary shield, and Saber leaned forward. Saber knew that she had to get close at the fastest speed, and this temporary shield couldn't last long!

'It's now! ’ When only a few meters away from Berserker, Saber threw the car wreckage at Berserker, but Berserker crushed it with just one punch!

However, this is naturally not Saber's attack method. When Berserker's old power was not exhausted and new power was not born, when I had a good time, Saber's holy sword slashed straight at me.

But the result in the next moment made Saber startled. Berserker went against common sense and caught the holy sword with both hands when it was impossible to exert force!

'This... isn't right, Berserker seems to be rational? ? ’ This idea surprised Saber, that kind of use of combat skills is not something that a crazy and irrational Berserker can use!

Berserker was so powerful that he fought Saber with his bare hands. Even with a noble and unparalleled holy sword in his hand, Saber couldn't do anything to him!

The other party seemed to know Saber's weapons and martial arts like the back of his hand, so Saber quickly fell into a passive position. Suddenly, Saber thought of the black knight's ability, the terrifying ability that can snatch other people's treasures. This sudden sense of danger made Saber slap Shivering, he immediately hit a leg, and then distanced himself.

The other party knows everything about me, whether it is the confusion of the wind king's barrier, the length and width of the sword, or even the martial arts that I have practiced on the battlefield for many years, the other party knows it clearly. Obviously, that black knight must know it. Own!

And that kind of obsession is not like the Master's order at all, but more like the Servant's own will!

But there was a chilling black mist around Berserker, making it impossible to see his true face clearly.

"Judging from your skills, it is impossible to be an unknown person. Let me ask you, since you have recognized me as Arturia Pendragon, King of Britain, you should report your origin out of the honor of a knight. The challenge of concealing your identity is like plotting!" Saber shouted loudly!

"...I know that you are different from before, and you must have your own will! Then what can you hide from the honor of being a heroic spirit and a knight!"

"Hehehehe..." A deep and terrifying laughter came from the black mist, and with Saber's words, the thick black mist finally began to dissipate.

At this moment, Saber's intuition told her that maybe it was her mistake to let this knight reveal his true identity, but now it's too late to repent!

It is an armor that is neither vulgar nor gorgeous, but its complexity can also show the ingenuity of the craftsman. The countless scars are like medals for military exploits, which makes Berserker look brave. That is A perfect knight armor!

Saber naturally knew the owner of that armor, that was the knight who galloped with her on the battlefield and swore allegiance to her, who was more dazzling and outstanding than anyone else at the round table!

"You are...how could..." Saber couldn't believe it.

How she wished that she was wrong, how she wished that she hadn't asked that sentence, but it was too late now, that black figure lost the endless glory, and only had the cursed darkness!

The black knight was silent, and slowly pulled out the never-used treasure, the treasure that really belonged to him.

Following the knight's movements, Saber's eyes naturally fell on the sword.

Yes, that is the same as my own sword, all forged by inhumans, with elf characters, flowing like a lake under the moonlight...

That was the perfect knight, the strongest knight of the round table under Arthur's throne, the weapon he deserved - the undestroyed lake light!

"Arthur..." the voice was low and hoarse.

Berserker took off the mask on his own initiative. What was under the mask was not the beauty envied by countless people in Saber's memory, but the emaciated, pale as the color of a dead person. When he was summoned as Berserker, Lancelot He had already lost everything he owned due to the curse.

"...Ah, why. Why..." She staggered back a step, Saber couldn't say a word, her whole body was weak, as if she would fall down at any moment...

She didn't hold on for long, and finally fell to her knees in despair... Has that man lost the most basic glory of being a hero...

"You, what are you..." Looking at the figure who had been with her for so many years, Saber's tears were finally uncontrollable, but she still gritted her teeth and asked, "Do you hate me that much! My friend?" Ah, do you still hate me so much even in the form of a demon? Answer me, Knight of the Lake!"

The girl finally couldn't bear the worst blow anymore...

No matter how sharp Rider's words were, no matter how his Noble Phantasm made him hesitate, but after all, there was no shock from the scene in front of him, Lancelot's living figure finally made Saber fall into despair...

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The woman is crying, her beauty is touching, and her crying is distressing, but no one sympathizes with her, some just despise her, betrayed her husband, an unfaithful wife, a betrayed sinner, and was honored by King Arthur. The blinded fools scolded her, but they would never know that her husband, their king was not a man at all!

Lancelot fell in love with her, she fell in love with Lancelot, this is the root of all evil, and it is also the beginning of the end of the legend...

When she gave up everything for this country and married the king who was also a daughter, when her sacrifice was necessary, he still wanted to save her...

Even if this is considered treason and a traitor in the eyes of the world, he can have no hesitation, even if he is an enemy of the whole world, so what? But he can't do it, as the most important companion of the perfect king, he with the title of perfect knight can't do this seemingly simple thing...

The king he served was so perfect, she saved all the people from fire and water, she was noble and holy, and she was impartial, how could he, as a perfect knight, betray him?

But the final ending was so dramatic, and the final result was driven to tragedy by someone with a heart. He and the king could only meet each other in battle, but he knew that his king never blamed him, even if they met in battle, Even if his name was stripped, Lancelot knew that it was the king's helpless act. Even if he committed the worst crime, the king still faced him with the most noble friendship.

It is precisely because of this that he cannot resent, he can only endure the pain silently and alone, unable to vent, because ah, he has no reason and no one to vent...

Summoned into the world as Berserker himself, he lost everything about himself, just to keep himself from being entangled in that painful relationship. Since you have the will to make yourself suffer, then you are willing to turn into a wild beast with no reason but madness...

Going forward according to my own instinct, everything was so beautiful, but until I met that man, everything changed...

That seemingly young boy actually returned his sanity and let himself face his king with this appearance, which made him very sad and indignant, but, maybe it was just like what the boy said, okay, no Can he be redeemed if he vents recklessly? Can you really get your ideal ending? Can I really get out of guilt by myself? He doesn't know, but he has no other way to go, just obey the boy's words and follow his will...

That being the case, let me vent, vent with my own will, face all this with my own will!

do you really hate me so much Knights of the Lake!

what. Yes, if I'm not a knight, if I'm just a man, if I'm not a loyal subject, if I just hate as a person, maybe I can save that woman!

But why, deep down in my heart tells me, is this not the case?

Chapter 0042 Let's fight together, Saber!

Saber was knocked to the ground again, how could she be Lancelot's opponent without fighting spirit?

The indestructible lake light, the sword paired with the vowed victory sword, makes Saber's holy sword groan every time it is swung, as if facing the betrayal of brothers and sisters born from the same root...

Saber lowered her head, facing Lancelot's attack, she couldn't even call it resistance, it was just one-sided abuse.

Seeing that sacred sword degenerated into a pitch-black magic sword, Saber felt a pang in her heart.

The much-anticipated knight, the idol and target of thousands of knights, turned into this terrifying beast, but the unparalleled martial arts were still not lost.

My friend, are you cursing? Curse the country that brings you despair, the king that brings you despair? Are our dreams meaningless?

"Salvation cannot lead a country!" The words of the King of Conquerors are still in my ears, and I instinctively retort that I really have no reason to be here now...

Lancelot, I have no other expectations, I just hope for your understanding, because you are the most perfect knight, I don't want anything else, I just hope for your approval, but now, even you, I have finally abandoned me?

"Please...stop it..." Having lost everything, the current Saber doesn't look like a king, she has completely lost her pride as a hero, she is so sad and humiliated.

She fell softly to the ground, panting heavily, her holy armor was also messed up by the dust on the ground, and the holy sword in her hand could only support her barely conscious consciousness...

She couldn't resist, and she didn't want to resist...

"Perhaps, it's good to just leave like this, in the hands of Lancelot..." The confusion in her eyes made Saber forget everything, the vows, the promises...

'Is everything my fault...is my insistence all wrong? ’ The confusion about the future and the road has made her lose her way.

Lancelot walked over and kicked Saber hard on the ground, which made Saber retch, without mercy, Lancelot kicked again, making Saber roll on the ground land……

This kind of abuse did not make Lancelot feel any joy in his eyes, but only deep sorrow. The king in his mind is not such a pitiful look. The king in his mind is majestic and majestic, and its existence symbolizes victory!