Chapter 101 The End of Honor and the Light of Legend
Heroic swordsmen, valiant and slender spearmen.
A girl as beautiful as the moonlight, a man as handsome as an eagle.
Roaring swords, whistling spears.
What an exciting symphony burst out from the collision of weapons, even the heart is pounding, leaping with every movement and every collision.
The noble knights have crossed a long time and stood on the land of the present world again. They sing praises to the glory that has gone away and show the world the honor they uphold.
But such an exciting picture, in the eyes of a certain man, is like impurities, like filth, and is disgusting.
Ugly, despicable, and disgusting.
It's like seeing two wild dogs biting each other on the side of the road, or a funny clown show in a circus.
"She didn't aim to kill Lancer, so she hid it from Diarmuid and destroyed one of his treasures. She is worthy of being Saber, worthy of being Kiritsugu's Servant. Now the advantages and disadvantages have been completely reversed." But Sakutsuki on the side was still smiling, clapping his hands and praising sincerely.
Faced with the praise that had nothing to do with him, Emiya Kiritsugu frowned as if he was insulted, and spoke in a dark and cold tone:
"She is not my Servant, and I have nothing to say about her."
"Oh, why, this is Saber, the most powerful job in the Holy Grail War."
"I just want to stay away from this kind of butcher who will do it for so-called glory and reputation." Emiya Kiritsugu raised his eyes and looked at Sakutsuki who had been trying to induce him to speak, "Don't you think so?"
"How could it be, such a beautiful scene, I can only admire and cherish it, how can I hate it?" The young man's expression was always smiling, as if he was wearing a mask that could not see the truth.
Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't tell what Sakutsuki was really thinking, but he still sneered: "But you led me here. If you like to watch this kind of fairy tale, why did you use my gun?"
"Are you dissatisfied with the way of chivalry?" Sakutsuki raised his hand and pointed at the two figures in the picture, "It is those figures that guide the troubled times. In the dark Middle Ages, they were a rare light."
"But they didn't change anything!" Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, the black-haired and black-clothed man shouted in a low voice, "The so-called knights can't save the world at all!"
"Those people preach that there are good and evil means of war, and they always act as if there are really noble things on the battlefield. Do you know how many young people are tempted by bravery and honor and finally bleed and sacrifice because of the fantasy played by heroes of all ages?"
Along the way, the killer with blood on his hands made such an assertion. No one is more qualified than him to say such words. Even the knights in the past could not shake his firm will like a rock.
Talking about chivalry in the Holy Grail War is no different from committing suicide in the eyes of Emiya Kiritsugu.
Yes, the people who save the world are never those who follow the rules. The knights who dance under the rules are just clowns who can be manipulated by others. We must, must pursue power beyond the rules to completely cut off the bloodshed and sacrifice in this world...
"Even if it is just a momentary fantasy, we still have to lay a wedge for it - perhaps this is indeed just an illusion, but humans who have lost their illusions cannot survive. People always have wishes and aspirations to move forward, Kiritsugu." Sakutsuki's face was calm, and he was not shaken by Kiritsugu's theory. "Or do you want everyone in the world to become like you?"
"The same unscrupulous, the same cold-blooded, self-proclaimed sobriety and rationality, despising ridiculous rules and laws..." He revealed Emiya Kiritsugu's heart inch by inch, but stopped abruptly at the last step. So what Sakutsuki said was the extremely chaotic future:
"Root There is no need for hell. If everyone imitates you, then this world itself is hell. "
"This has nothing to do with me, and I don't ask the world to be the same as me." Emiya Kiritsugu would naturally not be confused, "On the battlefield, we should kill decisively. The ridiculous plot of mutual respect and confidant should be played out when playing house wine."
Staring at the picture where the battle situation has become clear, the man who seemed to have turned into darkness put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:
"Killing is already a vicious means that is forced to be used in the end. In this case, the best way is to use the highest efficiency and the lowest consumption to end everything in the shortest time. If you think my behavior is despicable and accuse me of being cruel, just scold me. Justice can't save this world, and I have no interest in justice."
He acknowledged the justice of chivalry and sneered at the so-called light.
And in the image of magic, this battle has come to an end.
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The golden holy sword was placed on Diarmuid's neck before the vermilion magic spear, announcing the opponent's victory.
In the final battle, both of them knew each other's abilities well. Their inherent skills, 'Intuition', 'Knight's Martial Strategy', and 'Mind's Eye·Truth' were also on par with each other, not to mention that they were both top warriors whose skills touched the divine realm, and there was not much difference in their physical fitness.
It should be no surprise who would win in such a duel, but there were still differences between the two sides.
There was a world of difference between "swinging a sword for the future" and "raising a gun for death", and it was clear which side Morgana (the Celtic goddess of victory) would favor.
"I lost, Saber." As if his wish was fulfilled, Diarmuid had a sincere smile on his face, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and killed him as if accepting the knighthood.
"It is truly an honor for me, Diarmuid Odina, to meet you."
"The same goes for me, Lancer." The hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, not because of fatigue, but because of the thought of sending away this great hero who was both an enemy and a friend, Saber felt uneasy in her heart. The poignancy of words.
As a result, the sword of victory left the spearman's fragile throat.
"King of Knights, what are you..." Diarmuid raised his head and said in surprise.
"Lancer, at the end of the day, please allow me to be willful for a moment -" Saber pursed her lips and suddenly showed a proud and sad smile.
"At least it allows me to say goodbye to you in the most solemn way."
In a grand way.
For Arturia, a king who has lost her country and is now just a servant, the only thing she can show Diarmuid is the end of honor, the glory of gold——
That is the ideal of knights.
Be proud of upholding this will and be proud of implementing this belief.
At this moment, the ever-victorious King loudly called out the true name of the miracle in his hand.
"Ex——calibur!!"
To be honest, there is always something wrong with using a big move to send people away...