Intruders of the Moon World

Fortunately, Agguiwen, who is known as the "iron law", did not end, otherwise Saber really would not have the confidence to face the three most "resolute" people on the round table in one go.

"Instead of continuing to sit and wait for death, it is better to kill one first! If there is an omission in the encirclement, I have more room for maneuver."

Just when Saber was about to kill one of them at any cost, the actions of the black knights suddenly stopped.

Not only the onlookers, but even the knight who was about to charge stopped!

It's like the feeling of a power outage...

Saber felt something in her heart, and looked up to the throne in the distance, and then saw Shirou whose body was broken but still standing strong, and Morgan who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Shirou defeated the servant by himself?And she is still far from being comparable to ordinary servants?

This fact was too shocking, even the well-informed Saber was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to react better.

Originally, she thought that this battle would be extremely difficult. As the master, Shirou himself could not play the strength of his heyday. Facing Morgan, who has the home court advantage and the black knight to assist in the battle, the odds of winning can only be [-] to [-].

If compatibility factors are taken into consideration, Saber's chances of winning are even slimmer...

She originally planned to liberate the holy sword's real name even if the spirit foundation dissipated if nothing could be done, and perish with Morgan, so that Shirou won the victory and rescued Illya.

But now it seems that she thinks too much?

"Good job, Shirou!" After being astonished, Saber's heart immediately cheered up.

As expected of my...Master!

"My king..."

A distressed man's voice sounded, Saber turned her head away, and the black knight who hadn't made a move all this time——Agguwen walked out slowly.

He took off his helmet, revealing a serious, boring and slightly tired face of a middle-aged man, kneeling on one knee very piously, with one hand on his chest, offering the knight's gift to Saber.

"My lord, I want to apologize to you for my humble Ageguiwen..." He said with difficulty every single word.

Morgan instilled only fighting skills in the familiar. Although the character and characteristics would be left over, it was impossible to reach the point of "wisdom" anyway. Therefore, according to common sense, these black knights should not be able to speak.

However, at this moment Agguiwen broke through this restriction, apologizing to Saber as a subject.

He may not be the toughest in spirit, but he has a heart of loyalty that can be called the "strongest" in the round table.Treat the king's order as a mission as important as his own life, no matter right or wrong, as long as the king decides, he will resolutely carry it out!

It is not just the loyalty of the courtiers to the king, but more like the worship and belief of the believers to the gods.It is also because of this twisted loyalty that he is the only one among the black knights who can barely stay awake under Morgan's control. Now that he is out of control, he can barely use language.

This is really an astonishing thing, because based on the design of the familiar, talking and communicating... should have been impossible!

"As the supervisor of the entire round table, I failed to stop this group of ignorant people from launching an overwhelming challenge to the king... This is my dereliction of duty, and I ask the king to punish me."

"Please raise your head, Mr. Aggressive." Saber said softly, "This is not your fault, but instead, I want to reward you for maintaining your sanity in the chaos. You are indeed the knight most worthy of my trust."

"The most... trustworthy?" Agguiwen paused, his tone complicated and relieved, "Thank you, my king... this is the best reward for the humble... ..”

The figures of the black knights began to dissipate, and Lancelot and Mordred walked up, as if they wanted to talk to Saber about something... Just when he (she) was about to cross the Aggawen and walk towards Saber At that moment, the man who was as silent as a stone moved, each grabbed an ankle of the two of them, and pulled it unexpectedly!

"How rude! How dare you get closer than me... No, how dare you kneel down and beg for forgiveness after offending my king?"

Under Saber's complicated eyes, the black knights wrestled into a ball, unable to distinguish their camps at all, as if everyone disliked everyone.

During the period, someone struggled to get out, trying to get close to Saber, but within two steps, he would be dragged back...

In the midst of this noise, the six black knights turned into magical light spots and disappeared, leaving only Saber in an inexplicable mood.

"Perhaps, the collapse of the round table is really my fault..." Saber covered her face, thinking that she was either sick, or misjudged the person at the beginning.

My Knights of the Round Table can't be a bunch of gays!

After a while, taking a deep breath to calm down, Saber came to the throne with the holy sword in hand.

At this time, Shirou had taken Illya away from the throne, leaving only Morgan, whose life and death were unknown, on the lonely throne.

Saber leaned over and held Morgan in her arms, and gently wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth with her gauntlet.

"Uh...ahem!!"

Morgan woke up leisurely, and smiled wryly after seeing Saber.

"What... are you still unwilling to give me the last blow? It's not the king's style to be soft-hearted."

"It's not about favoritism." Saber said calmly, "It's just that no matter whether you use a sword or not now, the result will not change."

Sensing the spiritual core in his body that was on the verge of breaking, Morgan nodded blankly, agreeing with Saber's statement.

Shirou's physical strength has been enhanced by Medea's ointment, auxiliary magic, his own strengthening magic, and another full-scale angry blow. The Bajiquan technique promoted by such divine power, even if it is a follower of the Three Knights, Being hit without any defense must be fatal or injured.

What's more, Morgan is just a thin magician, and now he can breathe a sigh of relief, which is already a credit to the strong vitality of the red dragon factor in his body.But her spiritual core has been severely damaged, and death is only a matter of time.

"Congratulations, King of Knights... you have won again."

Morgan touched Saber's pure white cheek with trembling hands, and said softly: "Hey, the King Arthur I hate, the Lord of the Round Table, the knight among knights... Shouldn't we be cheering at the moment of victory? Shouldn't...shouldn't you be smiling?"

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It is difficult for the king to have a sincere smile, and Morgan knows this very well, so she has always had two plans.

One set is to conquer Saber with brute force in the case of victory, make her his own, and slowly twist her into his ideal posture.

Another set... If it fails, then she, Morgan, will die as a matter of course, and die by Saber's sword.

In this way, Saber will definitely show the happiest and brightest smile when he kills the most hated and hated enemy in his life!

And Morgan, she hopes to see this smile before she dies...

But the sky didn't come true, Saber didn't smile, her face was always calm, like a clear lake.

"Why? Why... aren't you smiling?"

Morgan became excited: "I'm going to die, I'm dying in your arms! Aren't you happy? I deliberately targeted you, and finally caused your country and the round table to collapse, and even directed your finale... ...don't you hate me?"

"I'm going to die now that you resent me, you——don't you be happy, don't you want to laugh?!"

"Resentment...laugh?" Saber said sadly, "Why do you think so, Miss Wang?"

She sighed and said lightly to Morgan: "How can there be a smile caused by resentment in this world?

If this kind of smile really exists, it must not be beautiful, but an extremely distorted and ugly smile. "

Morgan opened his eyes wide, bit his lips tightly, and finally closed his eyes unwillingly.

She understood that it was impossible for her to see Saber's smile.Because even if the identity of "king" is thrown away, this girl still represents the light of hope and purity of redemption.

Unlike Morgan, who was born with original sin, the girl named Arturia only smiles for the beautiful existence.

"That's right... I was doomed to fail from the very beginning, whether it's redemption or a smile, I can't get anything... Probably, this is God's punishment for me Bar."

In remorse and unwillingness, Morgan's spiritual core was completely shattered, and his body turned into spiritual light and disappeared.

This rare witch worked hard to win the victory, but neither in life nor this time, she did not get anything that was enough to relieve her at the end.

As she said - she is doomed not to be redeemed!

Saber looked at the dome of the temple, her expression was calm and profound, she was thinking of something...

"Hmmmmm?"

After Morgan's spell failed, Illya woke up from her deep sleep, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Shirou's exhausted but gentle face.

Illya, who is as pure and beautiful as snow, is an out-and-out Sleeping Beauty, but Emiya Shirou is definitely not Prince Charming.

If you really want to say, the embarrassed and disgraced him is more like a dwarf who only knows how to protect the princess.I dare not expect extravagant honors and rewards, I just have the simplest and most innocent wish of "I want to protect her" in my heart.

But the Sleeping Beauty, Illya, hates the pious prince, but thinks the clumsy dwarf is even cuter—because even if the princess may never wake up, the dwarf is still protecting her and guarding her all the time.

"That's right, Shirou came to save me..."

"Ah."

"...you kept the promise well."

"Ah."

"I don't know whether to cry or laugh now."

"Ah."

"Is there anything else you want to say besides this?"

Shirou was taken aback, his body didn't relax until now, and he showed a smile that was so gentle and pitiful as if he was crying.

"I'm coming, Elijah."

"Ah."

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In the forest that was mostly destroyed, on a piece of land that was ravaged into a desert, countless swords stand everywhere, reflecting the cold moonlight and the blood color!

Archer in red was jumping vertically and horizontally under the cover of trees, dodging the ferocious attack of the black berserker, if he was accidentally hit by the strong wind, his body would be blown away like a paper kite!

The power gap is so huge that it is desperate, but he is not without a way to fight back. The countless blood-stained swords on the ground are proof of his record.He didn't have enough time to activate the great magic called Inherent Barrier, and using only shooting and sword skills, under the cover of the forest's favorable terrain, he successfully held back the black giant.

All kinds of treasures shine in his hands, no matter what type, as long as it is a sword, he can use it proficiently, and even the experience and sword skills of the original user can be copied together.

In a critical moment, he can also detonate the mysterious and magical power contained in the treasure in an instant, producing a powerful explosion equivalent to the power of an A-level treasure—Fantasy collapse!

Relying on these two stunts, Red A not only held Hercules back, but also took away four "trials" from him one after another.

For an unnamed heroic spirit, this matter is enough to be used as boastful talk.

However, even if the mind is as hard as iron, the body is almost reaching its limit...

The power of the berserker is undoubtedly above him, and even a single confrontation will cause him unbearable damage. The sword skills that were originally focused on defense, compared with the terrifying power of the berserker and the superb martial arts engraved in instinct It's nothing.

After being hit several times in succession, his body has not been shattered, which is far beyond the level of an unknown person.

Being able to wrestle with Hercules to such an extent, even calling him a hero would not be an exaggeration!

The scarred red A was leaning on a big tree, watching the berserkers charging like chariots, but a strange long sword appeared in his hand.

"At least, take your 'trial' again at the end, Berserker!"

However, just as he was about to detonate the last Fantasy Honkai, the giant suddenly stopped moving.

"Well?"

The ax and sword stopped right above his head, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from Red A's forehead...