Chapter 163 Sanctioning Artoria

Saber focused her attention on the enemy in front of her.

Even she didn't expect that the biggest enemy of this Holy Grail War is not other heroes passed down from generation to generation, but one of the masters of the present world.

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

How should she respond?

Avalon could indeed keep her life, but it would also gradually consume mana, or what if Roland held her back and asked caster to behead Emiya Kiritsugu?

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

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

"It's a pity. Obviously, I have no malicious intentions. If your wish is an interesting wish enough to change the world and cut off human reason, it is not impossible to let it go to you this time. After all, I only want to win, but your idea is too boring. "

"It's boring! Selfish hedonists like you can't understand the responsibilities you should bear as a king!"

Saber has already recognized Roland's face, a pure hedonist, never distinguishing between right and wrong views on things, only following her own preferences, and she who is full of responsibility can be described as two extremes.

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

"It is precisely because I did not restore my country that I gave up in time and abdicated to let the virtuous be the right thing for a king to do."

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

There was a mysterious smile on the corner of Roland's mouth, Tamamo's ears trembled, and he looked back strangely.

But in the face of this provocation, since the start of this feast, Saber, who has been constantly denying her own value and wishes, has quickly taken the bait. She can only constantly affirm her own correctness in order to get rid of her inner hesitation and doubt.

"Emotions are useless! Only by being correct can Britain survive! No matter what you think, I will make this wish to let someone who can replace me pull out the sword in the stone."

Roland didn't refute,

He also didn't really want to argue with Saber, the reason why he maintained 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 walked towards Saber step by step with heavy steps, without even looking at Roland and Tamamo next to him.

Under her beautiful face, there is a huge anger that strangers can see at a glance, like a volcano that is about to erupt.

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

Mordred's face was full of ferociousness, and the distorted hatred was released along with the magic power, turning into black-red lightning, suppressing the surrounding atmosphere a bit.

Deny history?

So what do you think of us who have great longing for you and King Arthur? It is precisely because I long to be that kind of you that I work hard, even at the expense of initiating rebellion.

Re-elect the king?

Are you denying your own talent, but also refusing to admit mine? Would you rather hand over this qualification to a strange fate than trust me once?

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

"Hahahahahahaha!"

She shook a hand, and sneered wildly, not knowing whether the object was Saber or herself.

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

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

But Mordred didn't rush up like a mad dog to bite Arthur like last time. Her eyes were full of disappointment and disdain, but she couldn't see madness, only plain indifference and gloom.

Even though she was a petite figure who was not even 1.6 meters tall, there was a pressure on her that even Saber felt strong.

Mordred raised the king 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 and full of determination, she didn't look like a little girl, but more like a king.

"Master, give the order."

Matou Kariya walked out of the bushes and glanced at Mordred with strange eyes. Berserker didn't fall into a frantic slash, and asked for his own 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, this feeling like a spare tire."

Matou Kariya also showed a distorted smile, "But it's okay, I've been working for decades."

Mordred entrusted him with power, as his sword, to fulfill his wish.

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

He just needs to be Mordred's backing to fulfill her ambition.

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

The dull and violent sound of the wind sounded again in the small courtyard, and the turbulent air flow spread together with the black-red lightning. Mordred's hair flew up in the air with the figure of his master, and he stepped on it through the magic burst in the air. With one step, the legs were slightly bent, and the whole person shot out like an arrow from the string.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder crackling, Mordred held up the king sword in his hand, and slashed at Saber fiercely with a huge momentum like the toppling of Mount Tai!

With such a wild posture, it seems that she is not holding a sword in her hand, but a heavy weapon like a hammer or an axe.

But the silver-white light is still like lightning, as if to cut off the night.

Different from the last time, Saber's eyes can no longer maintain her composure. After her master is not Kenneth, the attributes of the re-contract or the offering of demons have dropped greatly. Under the effect of madness, Mordred His strength is no match for hers.

Regardless of 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 weak and needs to supply two people.

In fact, Saber has already felt that the magical power from Emiya Kiritsugu is getting less and less, and it is estimated that Archer has also fallen into a battle and shared a part of it.

But no matter what, you can only go up!

Saber's emerald green eyes reflected the shadow that was exactly like herself, and when the strong wind picked up, she galloped forward, and also rushed up!

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