Chapter 81 The rules of victory have been determined

After obtaining the Soul of the Shendu, the Killer Queen fell into a state similar to deep sleep. Although she could still be called out for use, Roland felt that his Stand always had a feeling of fatigue as if someone pulled him out of bed in the middle of the night, so he let his Stand sleep most of the time.

And from another consideration, Roland's demand for the Killer Queen has greatly decreased. The soul of the Shendu, who is a red contract spirit, can meet most of the needs, which also creates a very special situation.

In many cases, Roland's physical body is stronger than his stand.

Although the form of the substitute has changed and it has gradually deviated from the original nature of the glass cannon due to the sublimation brought by the Shendu's soul, it cannot change the fact that he is the other half of Roland's soul.

Unless necessary, pulling a stand-in out to fight will only create a flaw for yourself out of thin air. After all, the injuries on the stand-in will be completely returned to your body.

However, this does not mean that Roland has no expectations for Killer Queen.

This power to rule is the key to heaven and the creation of a new world.

And now, his prototype has been born.

"It's really surprising," Gilgamesh said with undisguised hostility towards Roland. "Although he is also an ignorant coward, he is one of the bravest masters."

Unlike before, in addition to mockery, Gilgamesh's eyes also flashed with a sinister light.

Even in a battle like the Holy Grail War that brings together ancient heroes, other Servants still marvel at his strength and are moved by his power.

These emotions of worship, fear, and dread are the best wine for Gilgamesh. As the original king, he should be the one who is noticed and looked up to.

No matter what the environment or the era, anyone who violates this principle will be ruthlessly punished by him.

But today, he has hit a wall twice in a row, as if his whole world view was shattered. It would be fine if the holy sword user was pale and distraught, but considering that the other party was playing a clown, Gilgamesh didn't mind slowing down the pace of the execution to bring himself more fun.

Before his best friend is ready for a real showdown, he always has to find some fun to kill time, but this does not mean that anyone can challenge his dignity.

"You are willing to stand up in such a situation. This courage is worthy of praise, but that's all. It might be happier for you to just hide away obediently? Do you think that contracting Saber can change anything? Just look at his current state, like a clown on the stage?"

Gilgamesh's red eyes flashed with cold determination, and he issued an unquestionable statement.

As he said, Saber's current condition is indeed not good. Although Lancelot's slash did not actually land on the old sword, the compressed and flowing sword light, even if it just brushed Saber's body, shattered his silver-white armor, leaving a blood mark from shoulder to waist.

But more troublesome than his physical injuries was his mental one. Even Roland, who had little contact with Saber, could clearly see the hesitation on his face. His ideals were denied by someone like Lancelot, and he killed the other party because he showed mercy.

For the Knight King who still has justice in his heart, he is probably the only one who understands this feeling.

Looking at Saber's expression, Gilgamesh pronounced his judgment in a condescending tone.

"Your Servant's power is very weak now. To use modern knowledge as an analogy, it is like catching a fly ball above the pitcher. It is difficult for him to touch me now. Do you think he can defeat me when he is so weak?"

"You seem to have misunderstood one thing, King of Heroes. Who said I need to rely on Saber's power? Some things are only meaningful if you do them yourself. If you ask someone else to do it for you, it will be no fun at all."

Roland turned his head and glanced at the voice coming from above. The blood in his pupils was so thick that it seemed impossible to dissolve.

"—like smashing up this nasty face of yours."

"As a last word, it's really unique."

Gilgamesh's expression was slightly distorted by anger. "Although killing an insignificant lunatic like you would only dirty my hands, since you are so arrogant as to challenge my majesty, I must make you pay with your life. This is the rule I set for myself."

Faced with the death threat from the King of Heroes, although she still hadn't gotten the answer she deserved from her confusion, Saber subconsciously raised her sword, ready to protect her new Master.

But Roland stopped his actions with just a look.

"Although I admire your loyalty, it would be better to go to the castle and protect Irisviel rather than worrying about me."

"I can't let you fight Archer alone, Master..."

"Then just stand aside and watch the battle. If you can't even do this, I will be really angry."

Saber's face darkened, but in the end, he still retreated dozens of meters and did not interfere in the battle.

But Roland's act of not paying attention to Gilgamesh's threat undoubtedly angered him even more.

Gilgamesh stared at Roland, his eyes becoming increasingly cruel.

But after being ignored for the second time, talking to himself again would only make him look like a clown, so he just snorted coldly from his nose, causing a strange sense of oppression to appear in the void behind him.

Golden ripples slowly spread out in the void, and of course there was only one of them.

It was undoubtedly an insult to himself to have to deploy multiple treasures to deal with a mundane person like a magician, but considering the harsh words he had said before, the treasure that emerged from the new ripples was a strange spear, which was the original of the magic spear that was sure to hit the target.

The moment he was targeted by the spear, Roland's instincts quickly warned him that he felt a sense of oppression that seemed to have nowhere to escape.

"it's over."

Gilgamesh raised his head proudly, and as he declared, the magic spear shot out like an arrow, pointing directly at Roland's heart.

This attack was dangerous even for him now, but it was by no means terrible.

Roland could block it using fire, air magic, or simply relying on his own strength.

The only question now was whether he should trust the Killer Queen who had gone berserk. Ignoring the danger, Roland focused on the feeling of power. Whenever his consciousness got closer to his stand, Roland's mind would give him a strong sense of awareness.

A consciousness that seems to be able to change everything and enable him to seize supreme power.

The question was, would he try to master the power he didn't understand yet? Would he try something extremely stupid that might lead to a crisis? Something that would insult his own intelligence?

At this moment when everything seemed to be stagnant, Roland gave up resistance, turned his head, and looked at the Killer Queen next to him.

Although her appearance had changed drastically, Killer Queen still looked at Roland calmly and tilted her head.

"This is... my half body." Roland smiled happily and hugged the substitute again.

In the blink of an eye, the whistling sound of the sound barrier being pierced and the clanging sound of the magic spear that was sure to hit the target all came to an abrupt end.

On the battlefield of confrontation, the only thing left was Roland's calm yet absolute declaration.

"The rules of victory have been decided - Killer Queen!"