I, the Able Angel, Courier and Kamen Rider

"The history of future generations should be left to future generations to write. I just hope to convey a word to those knights of the round table who followed me, that's all."

"What do you want to convey?" Hearing this, the dark golden eyes shone with a strange brilliance.

"It's been hard work. It's really great to have knights like them willing to follow me."

"Even if they betrayed King Arthur in the end?"

"I'm not without any mistakes and omissions. If I could face this up earlier, the knights of the round table who should be fighting against each other would not be able to fall apart."

Looking down, a sad look appeared on the girl's beautiful face.

"I accepted the departure of the Knights of the Round Table flatly, without explaining the misunderstanding clearly. This is a mistake that I should face up to. In the final analysis, everything is just a misunderstanding, including my resistance to Lord Mordred and my rebellion. Disgust, how is it not a "personal feeling"?"

He said that he had no feelings, and would make a fair judgment on everything, but he also disliked Mordred's background, and transferred his dislike of Morgan to innocent children.

To be honest, how can it be said that it wasn't the king's fault that he failed to realize the strangeness of his subordinates?

"..."

Speechless.

Faced with the remarks made by her own development that was completely different from her own, and even contradictory, the black Arturia did not express any opinions, but silently stared at the other party's expression that did not seem to be fake.

"Fool."

Muttering to himself in a low voice, a rare trace of pity appeared on the face of the black swordsman, but soon this expression disappeared without a trace, and became cold again.

"Hey, I'm an undersized person, let's decide the outcome, use this magic sword and your holy spear to decide the result."

Chapter 49 Emiya Kiritsugu · Well-behaved

The spear that shines at the end.

The holy gun, one of the anchors of the mist that binds the stars.

Its true form is said to be a tower that binds the skin of the world.When the real name is released, the level and type will change. Even if its original power is limited by the thirteen constraints, it will sing the light of the stars and shine the farthest spear.

The wind was whistling, as if the gun body woven of white rattan was gradually dyed golden, and the golden magic brilliance wrapped around the gun body, and the gun body rotating at high speed was like a drill in a factory.

"Are you ready, black me?"

The awe-inspiring, Valkyrie-like Artoria raised the holy spear in her hand, and Irisviel had already evacuated from the battlefield on her beloved horse.

"Huh, this is really a bad fate." Looking over Bai Qiang's shoulder, the black Saber silently looked at Irisviel who gradually disappeared from sight, "Instead of worrying about me, why don't you care about yourself a little bit?" ...Forget it, we're technically alone after all."

Saying that, the black Saber with a strange complexion gave up the plan to bicker with Bai Qiandai.

So what if you win with your mouth?After all, it's all about yourself.

Thinking of this, Black Saber habitually took a deep breath.

The jet-black Sword of Aurora does not restrain its own magical power at all, and the magical power generated by the holy sword that is swung at will is not light particles, but turns into darkness that can swallow even light.It's like the breath of the demon dragon Vortigern that appeared to protect Britain.

Taking a step forward slightly, there is a slight smile in the dark golden eyes.

"Use this blow to decide who will open up the future."

"The winner, be me."

In order to solve the innocent people who are deeply in suffering, Bai Qiandu must win this battle, and she must be reasonable with others as soon as possible to solve the problem of the Great Holy Grail and the evil in this world.

After all, the current situation has proved that the current Great Holy Grail is by no means the omnipotent wish-granting machine she was expecting, but some kind of evil twisted thing that must be strangled in the bud, strangled directly in the cradle.

This is a trial, a trial from the past, and human growth is to overcome one's immature past.

The next moment, amidst two roars with completely consistent voices, two magical powers of diametrically opposed colors shot straight into the sky, completely destroying the buildings within several kilometers around.

......

solved.

Although Diarmuid of the Lancer class is better than the bear kid Mordred in terms of his board and martial arts alone, it is a pity that he has not surpassed the krypton gold (command spell) warrior Emiyakiri after all. Heir.

Because before the action, the angel asked Joan to remove all fourteen command spells from her body, so this time the masters not only have the original three, but also have an extra two command spells as a supplement.

Even this man with two brushes, who was blessed with three command spells, was in a bad mood because of being attacked, and was hit by the British lioness with all his strength, and finally ushered in defeat. ending.

nmd, three consecutive light cannons without interruption, who can support this tmd? !

Could it be that you Sabers all know how to shoot light? !

"Don't take the initiative, don't resist, and don't take responsibility, heh, according to the people of this era, aren't you just a male version of the green tea whore?" After the king sword that penetrated Diarmuid was drawn from his chest, there was no Mordred, who was listening to the other party's nonsense thoughts, punched the other party's face who seemed to be about to say something, "Sorry, you remind me of that annoying guy Lancelot."

Seeing that he couldn't say a word, he was punched in the face by himself, directly interrupted, turned into a spirit and disappeared in the lucky E spearman, Mordred's mood was much refreshed at this moment.

But after glancing at the street already blocked by collapsed buildings, Mordred scratched his hair and said he had a big head.

Folding his arms across his chest, he pondered for a while, and a bold idea gradually took shape in Mordred's mind.

Then she turned her head to look at Emiya Kiritsugu who was on the phone to contact someone.

"Matser." Perhaps because of Emiya Kiritsugu's unsparing behavior of Command Seals, Mordred's eyes softened a lot when he looked at this Master who stepped on thunder continuously at the first meeting.

"What's the matter, Saber?" As if relieved, Emiya Kiritsugu who hung up the phone had a slightly subtle expression, he hesitated to speak, and didn't know who to complain about, "Hasn't Lancer already solved it?" Yet?"

"......Well."

Facing Mordred who was staring straight at him, even the magician killer Emiya Kiritsugu twitched the corners of his mouth, really not sure what kind of thoughts and feelings his own Saber wanted to express. .