Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Saber stared intently at the enemy in front of him.

Even she did not expect that the biggest enemy of this Holy Grail War is not other heroes, but one of the masters in this world.

The broken ground around proved how fierce the previous battle was, but Roland was not even stained with dust, and the number of shadow soldiers around him did not decrease at all.

How should she cope?

Avalon can indeed save her life, but it will gradually consume magic power, or Roland dragged her and asked Caster to behead Emiya Kiritsugu?

Saber's heart was a mess, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"Don't dream, I won't stop until I get the Holy Grail!"

"It's a pity, I'm clearly not malicious. If your wish is an interesting wish that is enough to change the world and cut off human logic, it's not impossible to give it to you this time. After all, I just want to win, but your thoughts are too boring. "

"How boring! You selfish hedonists can't understand the responsibility of being a king!"

Saber has already recognized Roland's face. She is a pure hedonist. She has no right or wrong views on things. She is only determined by her own preferences. She can be described as two extremes with a sense of responsibility.

"Responsibility," Roland pretended to sigh, "but didn't you also give up your responsibility? You even denied your own history."

"Precisely because I didn't save my country, I gave up in time, and abdicated to let the virtuous is what a correct king should do."

"You are really the right slave. It's rare to be born with everything like you, but to live neither like a prop nor like a human being."

Roland's mouth evoked a mysterious smile, and Yuzao's front ears also shook, and he looked back strangely.

But in the face of this provocation, since this feast began, her own value and wishes were quickly hooked by Saber, who was constantly denying it. She could only constantly affirm her own correctness to abandon her inner hesitation and doubt.

"Emotions and anything are useless! Only by being right can you lead Britain to live! No matter what you think, I make this wish to let someone who can replace me draw that sword in the stone."

Roland wasn't refuting, and he didn't really want to argue with Saber. The reason for maintaining this topic was just to let another person hear it.

"What did you say?"

From outside the Tohsaka mansion, the knight in silver-white armor took heavy steps and walked in the direction of Saber step by step, without even looking at Roland and Tamamo before.

Beneath her beautiful face, strangers could see at a glance, it was as huge as a volcano about to erupt.

"You think everything you've done is wrong? Want to re-elect the king? Stop kidding!"

Mordred's face was full of hideousness, and the twisted hatred was released along with the magic power, turning into black and red lightning, which suppressed the surrounding atmosphere a bit.

deny history?

What do you think of us who are so longing for you and King Arthur? I was eager to be like you, so I worked hard, even at the risk of rebelling.

Re-elect king?

Do you deny your own talents, yet refuse to admit mine? Would you rather give this qualification to a strange fate than believe me once?

Mordred never imagined that she would hear such innocent words from her father who was regarded as an enemy that she must surpass, but who was full of longing and pride.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

She held a hand and laughed frantically, not knowing whether the object was Saber or herself.

The black madness spread again on her silver-white armor, and Mordred's eyes were dyed crimson.

Ability parameters, strength, have been improved again, and even surpassed the last time.

But Mordred did not rush up to meet Arthur like a mad dog and bite him like last time. Her eyes were full of disappointment and disdain, but she could not see madness, only plain indifference and gloom.

She was clearly a petite figure who was not even 1.6 meters tall, but her body burst out with a pressure that even Saber felt powerful.

Mordred raised the king's sword in his hand, pointed at Saber, and declared unceremoniously: "You have disappointed me too much, Father, no, Arturia, I must punish you."

Her tone was so resolute, full of determination, she didn't look like a little girl, but more like a king.

"Master, order it."

Matou Kariya walked out of the bushes and glanced at Mordred with a strange look. Berserker didn't go into a frenzy to cut down, and he took the initiative to ask for his order. It was a strange scene.

But without her asking, Mordred took the initiative to explain the reason.

"I am a third-rate knight with no honor and pride, but I still want to live as a knight because of this guy, but now, the image she shows me is just a naive clown, and I don't need to maintain this mask anymore. ."

"I trust you more than her."

"What? It feels like a spare tire."

Matou Kariya also showed a twisted smile, "But it doesn't matter, I've been there for decades."

Mordred entrusted his power to him, as his sword, fulfilling his wish.

Then, whether as a master or an old father who couldn't bear to see his daughter fail, Matou Kariya had only one choice.

He only needs to serve as Mordred's backing to complete her ambition.

Matou Kariya gave the order without hesitation, "Kill Saber, Berserker!"

The dull and violent wind sounded again in the small courtyard, and the turbulent air flow spread out together with the black and red lightning. Mordred's hair flew in the air with the master's figure, and the magic power broke out in the air. One step, his legs were slightly bent, and the whole person shot out like an arrow from the string.

With the sound of thunder cracking, Mordred raised the king sword in his hand, and slashed at Saber with the same huge momentum as Mount Tai fell!

With such a wild posture, it seemed that she was not holding a sword, but a heavy weapon like a hammer or an axe.

But the silver-white light is still like lightning ~www.novelmt.com~ as if to cut off the night.

Unlike the last time, Saber can no longer maintain her calmness in her eyes. After her master is not Kenneth, the attributes of the re-contract or the demon offering have been greatly reduced. Under the effect of madness, Mordred The power of her is already on a par with her.

Putting aside Avalon, Mordred's advantage may be even greater in hand-to-hand combat.

After all, her master only needs to supply the magic power of one person, but Emiya Kiritsugu is very empty and needs to supply two people.

In fact, Saber has already felt that the magic power from Emiya Kiritsugu is getting less and less, and it is estimated that the archer is also caught in the battle, and a part of it is profited.

But no matter what, you can only get on it!

Saber's emerald green eyes reflected the shadow that was exactly the same as her own. The wind blew up, and she galloped and rushed up!

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