Chapter 79 I will correct you!
The wind was howling, and the two figures that could not be captured by ordinary people left scars on the ground during the constant confrontation. The dense cracks spread like a spider web.
Every collision between the two would cause a storm because of the terrifying force. Lancelot's expression had gradually changed from seriousness at the beginning to solemnity. If you look closely, you can see that he looked a little surprised.
So strong... My king from another world is so strong!
Although thinking this way may be a bit of an insult to Artoria, from Lancelot's own perspective, the Saber in front of him is much better at fighting.
It's not just the difference in attributes, but in mentality. Artoria's perfect kingly way is most directly demonstrated in Saber.
There is cruelty in his kindness, decisiveness in his perseverance, and except for the vague innocence, Saber and Lancelot's impression of King Arthur are completely different people.
I was born as a Berserker. After changing my master, the correction of losing my berserk ability was offset by my master. After I pulled out my Noble Phantasm without any worries, my attributes would only be better. But I am not a Saber after all.
The innate correction that this strongest class brings to Saber means that Lancelot is now only on the same level as his opponent. Even if he always has the upper hand with his exquisite technical advantages, Saber will quickly close the gap.
This was not because Lancelot was shaken by the fact that he needed to atone for his sins, but because it was an ironclad fact.
As the swords crossed, Lancelot shot out like lightning, slightly tilted the magic sword in his hand back, pushed it towards Saber, and then took advantage of the momentum to swing it down fiercely.
Saber's skills honed on the battlefield can be considered excellent, but in Lancelot's opinion, there are still flaws. If this blow hits the real point, Saber will be cut directly in two.
However, his sword missed.
The sword blade, as gorgeous as the shining lake, collided violently with the holy sword that was bound in the scabbard formed by the concept of restraint. The majestic wind magic swirled and exchanged, forming a pure white storm that could drown everything.
The Holy Swordsman, who was already too late to block Lancelot's attack, not only did not twist his body forcefully to deal with the fatal blow, but he simply followed the posture he had just retreated, released all his magic power, and coordinated with the Wind King's barrier to make his body and sword rotate together.
The sword blade danced mercilessly at high speed, and the strong wind gushing out from the holy sword in Saber's hand changed the wind direction. While removing Lancelot's attack, it also turned the raging strong wind into a ferocious tornado that could ravage everything.
It happened again. Lancelot asked himself that under the limited conditions, he should not be careless, but faced with this situation, he could only choose to leap back.
"Are all those who can release magic power monsters? They have already exploded several times, but they don't even seem to be tired."
This skill has a very special position. People without it can be very strong, but people with it will definitely not be weak.
It seems to be a simple act of adding magic power to the body and weapons, but simplicity is the best. The prerequisite for having this skill means that the physical ability itself is monstrous and can withstand such a high output of magic power.
When there is a gap in attributes, it is just a combat technique and a compensation for shortcomings, but when the attributes of both parties are similar, this ability becomes an important strategy to reverse the situation.
"call--"
Saber took a deep breath without pause, and his heart, the core of his magic furnace, pumped the burning magic power, filling his body and allowing him to quickly recover. When Irisviel was his master, his fighting style became much more extravagant.
He looked at Lancelot with sparkling eyes and said calmly, "Sir Lancelot, you are really strong. In the past, I could fight you for a whole day, but now, do you want to stop?"
Saber said calmly, "Although your skills are better than mine in hand-to-hand combat, you won't be able to achieve any results in a short period of time. If we really want to determine the winner, we must release the True Name of the Noble Phantasm."
"Although your Master has kidnapped my Master, judging from the results, he should have no ill intentions. Therefore, I do not want to fight a life-and-death battle with you at this time."
No ill intentions?
Lancelot smiled bitterly. He had not had much contact with Roland and was somewhat grateful for his behavior. However, he also understood that Roland did not care about his or Saber's life or death. His master just wanted to see the chemical reaction brought about by the collision between the two.
See change, see enlightenment, see death.
From this perspective, he really has no ill intentions, because in a sense, he treats himself and Saber equally, and has a sense of calmness that the meat will always rot in his own pot.
"My king, although I think that fair fights between knights like this are very rare and may never happen again, I am willing to accept a temporary truce because I also have questions I want to ask you."
Lancelot's voice rang in Saber's ears.
"My dream is to die under your sword and receive the punishment I deserve. So, what is the wish that can make you unwilling to give up?"
"I want to save my homeland, save Britain."
Saber expressed her wish in a sad but determined voice.
"…"
But even though he was mentally prepared, this naive wish still shocked Lancelot.
"Are you going to... deny the history that has continued from the past to the present?"
"I don't want to do this, but I have to save my homeland. In order to prevent the bloody tragedy from happening again, in order to prevent the hell-like scene from happening, I have to do it."
Ahhh - the right king, the perfect king. He is the most selfless and greatest incarnation of a king. He is the ideal king admired by all knights and the monarch that they are willing to be under and sacrifice their lives for.
Even though thousands of years have passed, and even though it comes from another world, this nobility is still admirable.
Although Lancelot did not think that this ideal would lead to the right result, if this was King Arthur's choice, he would willingly offer his sword.
Because, no one who has not seen Britain struggling in death and suffering will understand.
How suffocating it was to see the kingdom, which was once thriving, fall into ruin due to King Arthur's cold but correct decision and the rumor spread by some bastard that "King Arthur didn't understand human nature".
"If the king wants to do it again, this might not be a bad idea..."
Lancelot's fighting spirit diminished a lot, and his sword blade drooped slightly. It was rare to receive such direct approval, and Saber was a little surprised and showed a warm smile.
"Thank you, Sir Lancelot. If you agree, then I am right. It really shouldn't be me who pulled out the sword..."
"What did you say?"
Lancelot suddenly raised his head, his pupils flashed scarlet, and madness and murderous intent continued to surge from his body.
Shouldn't Arthur be the king who pulled out that sword? Don't be ridiculous! King
Arthur did nothing wrong, and it's us, the pitiful knights, who are wrong.
"How dare you... How dare you deny everything King Arthur has done!"
The frenzy that had faded away turned into power again and seeped into Lancelot's body. Although the level was much lower than before, it was enough to prove his madness at the moment.
Britain can be rebuilt, but the choice of King Arthur must never be changed.
History can be overturned, but the legend of King Arthur must never be allowed to disappear.
Even if someone wanted to deny this history, King Arthur himself would never allow it!
In Saber's astonished eyes, Lancelot let out a ferocious roar and rushed over again.
"——A king like you who doesn't understand human nature! I will correct you!"