The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Lancelot proposed to cut off the queen himself.

In fact, there is already the meaning of parting in it.

Even the strongest Cavaliers, in such a two-on-one situation with a home disadvantage, it is equally difficult to win.

"The glory of this body belongs to my lord."

Lancelot closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, his body was already glowing with silver magic light, and at the same time, a black long sword appeared in his hand.

The magnificent and graceful sword bears the engraving of the elves as a proof forged by inhuman hands.

The sharp blade, even in the white misty forest, is still like a shining lake-it is an infinite sword that will never be destroyed by any blow.

"Knight, be sure to hold on until I use the spell to summon you, have you heard it!"

What responded to me was Lancelot with a gentle but determined smile-and without looking back, he rushed towards Lancer, who had already met him.

After saying this, I turned around, picked up Ilia, and ran towards the outskirts of the forest.

"! Amemiya (Yu)?!"

Not long after running out, what came into my eyes was Shiro Weigu and Rin Tosaka who were rushing towards me, or towards Einzbern Castle, and, as well, they had put on conceptual weapons. Someone with a serious face.

"Tosaka? Wei Gong? Lancer?"

Slightly surprised, he stopped, but immediately reacted, "What are you two doing here! Where's Ma Tongying?"

"She is still resting at home."

Wei Gong paused slightly, "After Tosaka's visit, Sister Zhao said that Ma Tong Zangyan might attack the single Master, that is, Einzbern might be in danger, so we are here to increase..."

"I understand Lancer and Tosaka coming over, but you are just an ordinary person now, what are you doing here?!"

I cut off his words and asked unceremoniously.

"I brought him here."

The answer to my question was Lancer who had already summoned his weapon in the form of a "bow", "Looking at how you look now, you have already encountered Ma Tong Zangyan and others? Knight and Berserker are responsible for the break, right?"

"Yeah. Jian Tong Zangyan is not afraid of himself, but the problem is the shadow that comes with him."

I bit my lip. "Although Berserker and Knight said they were responsible for the post-off, strictly speaking, they should be trapped."

"I've already seen it."

Slightly squinted his eyes, the expression on Lancer's face was subtle, "Aha...Should you say that they are all old acquaintances? Setant, a bastard... He had already told him that the enemy was dangerous this time, and he was still If he doesn't listen, he deserves to be swallowed!"

"It's not the time to talk about these things, right?"

I held the black thread with a head.

"...Woo..."

At this moment, Illiya in my arms groaned suddenly and opened her eyes-I have to say that her waking speed is really beyond my expectations, "...Berserker..."

"Tsk, don't worry about that guy for now, little squid, hurry up and call your Knight back. If he is defeated now, then he will be in trouble in the future!"

Lancer said this, pulling away the cyan longbow in his hand, and two golden arrows gradually formed on the bow. "If you can't seize the opportunity, you will definitely cry very loudly!"

Illia was thrown to the bewildered Eomiya, and I looked in the direction of her arrow.

The two battlefields have slowly merged together. Under the pressure of the three hostile Servants, Berserker and Lancelot marched hard in the black swamp with creeping vines.

The Servant who was fighting Berserker was a petite sword-holding figure wearing a black stomachache—and, it seemed very familiar.

It seemed that he was not afraid of the flying clods that were chopped up by the black giant. The roaring hurricane surrounded the black swordsman, skimming the Berserker's great sword and clods, and flashed towards the defenseless body. .

The steel body that can turn all attacks into ineffective, just like that was cut by the black swordsman effortlessly, the dark of chaos seemed to swallow everything, spreading from the wound on Berserker to the surroundings.

And Lancelot’s performance is also very strange. When facing Assassin and Lancer, he can kill and attack without hesitation, but every time the black swordsman flashes through his vision, his actions There will be a bit more hesitation—something seems to make him difficult to confirm.

Probably because of the influence of the shadow, the connection between the Master and the Servant was intermittent and could not convey the complete meaning of the command.

The surging magic power converged on the bow and arrow in someone's hand, and then compressed to a point at the tip of the arrow. The blue veins of someone's forehead became clearly visible with the concentration of magic power.

"Chasing · Tail · Burst · Split · Arrow!"

Then, she let go of her hand, "Get down!"

"Knight, come back to me!"

Almost as soon as Lancer let go, I connected to the command spell and forced it to start.

The golden rays of light flowed from the bow, one after the other, to the battlefield of the other side, and then...

The second sun appeared above the square shrouded in shadow.

The line of sight instantly turned into a piece of white light.

A blazing gale swept across the open space, and only a few seconds later, the roaring explosion sound accompanied by buzzing tinnitus feedback in my mind.

"Master!"

Lancelot's voice rang at hand, and then I was taken into my arms and rolled.

"Chang!"

The sound of the clash of war blades rang with Lancelot's muffled hum.

"Jian Tong Zangyan, you and I are endlessly mentally perverted old M who turns the door and drills the smelly gutter!"

Not far away, Lancer's frustrated voice came, "Tsk! Setant, you bastard, I must beat you all over the floor today! Archer, the Assassin bug, please!"

Sight restored.

The scene in front of my eyes made my breath choke.

Lancelot half-kneeled on the ground with one hand to protect me, and the sword in the other hand was holding the long sword held down by the black swordsman who had initially fought with Berserker.

It wasn't anything else that made me choked, but the face of the black swordsman.

The nobleness that I felt before, all disappeared without a trace at this moment, and the face with a black pattern that crawls out of the neck can be described as "unrecognizable", but it can still be recognized. who is it.

"Sa...Saber?!"

"..."