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Chapter 119: The Conquering King

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    A strong wind blowing in the opposite direction.  The intricacies of life and death.

    When Saber and Lancer passed each other, the flying red blood flowers bloomed brightly - and then disappeared in an instant.

    Saber, who was charging past, stopped, and at the same time the two men turned back.

    Both of them stood upright, not losing their will to confront each other.  The heroic spirits of the two men are still alive.

    With great difficulty, it was possible for the battle to get off the track of mutual assault. At this moment, Saber analyzed the battle situation and made a prompt decision to postpone the duel between the two.

    As a result, the yellow short spear that was meant to stab Saber to death did not stab Saber in the chest but in the left arm.  At the same time, the golden sword that Saber raised slightly missed Lancer's vital part. The sword edge stabbed Lancer's left arm Strangely, the two of them were injured in the same part.

    But are the two injured to the same extent?

    "You still don't let me win you easily.  Very good. That unyielding look on your face."

    Lancer stared at Saber with a sad smile on his face, as if he was trying his best to pretend not to mind the wound on his elbow.  And Lancer's wound is really like watching a video replay.  It healed without anyone's touch, and even the traces disappeared.  Even the Servant's self-healing ability cannot recover so quickly. It must be the Master who is invisible and watching the victory or defeat, performing healing magic.

    ¡° On the contrary to Lancer, Saber¡¯s dignified beauty cannot hide her pain and anxiety.

    Lancer¡¯s gun, which is fighting in the air, and Saber¡¯s sword, which is held tightly to the hilt with both hands, are of course different in power.  At least from the appearance, the scar on Saber's forearm pierced by a short spear was considered a minor injury compared to Lancer's wound.

    "Irisviel, heal my wounds too!"

    "I cured it! I cured it, but"

    Compared to the injured Saber, Irisviel, who came to the rescue, looked even more embarrassed.

    As a magician, Irisviel is undoubtedly the best.  Needless to say the density and intensity of her training, she was originally a special case in the magic world, with a body that was "designed" and "created".  She cannot make mistakes when using low-level magic like healing magic.  Even if something goes wrong, Irisviel will know how to deal with it.

    But¡ª¡ª

    "It should have been cured without any problems. Saber, your current state should be completely cured."

    ""

    Saber did not dare to relax and continued to guard Lance.  , while staring at the wound on his left arm.  The wound didn't bleed much and looked like a minor injury, but what was worse was that the tendon was severed.  The thumb, the most important of the five fingers, cannot move, so Saber cannot grasp the sword hilt with sufficient grip.

    Saber knows that Irisviel's treatment methods are not wrong.  But the arm was still not healed.  The thumb of his left hand seemed to be congenitally disabled and motionless.

    Lancer paid no attention to Saber and did not launch an attack. He bent down confidently and picked up the yellow short gun that fell on the ground with his left hand.

    ¡°It¡¯s not bad that you can realize that armor is useless in front of my Noble Phantasm ¡®Demon-Destroying Red Rose¡¯.¡±

    ¡°Perhaps it was concluded that after showing the efficacy of the Noble Phantasm, there was no need to hide it anymore.  Lancer revealed the true name of his Noble Phantasm without hesitation.

    "But it is rash to discard the armor. If you had not discarded the armor, you should have been able to defend against the 'Destroyed Yellow Rose'"

    The Lancer roared and raised the red spear in his right hand and the short yellow spear in his left hand like opening his wings.  This posture is exactly the same as the posture at the beginning of the war.  This is not a confusing posture, but a unique killing method that this warrior has mastered after intense training.

    "I understand This is a gun with a spell attached. Once stabbed by it, the wound will never heal. I should have noticed this earlier"

    The red spear that cuts off magic power.  Cursed Yellow Spear.  Coupled with the tear mole under the left eye that can attract girls - it is easy to conclude that these factors are put together.  If we look at it from a legend, the reputation that was recited in Celtic heroic legends is even somewhat related to the legend of King Arthur.  But Saber himself didn't think of this, which is indeed incredible.

    "The Knights of Fiona, the First Warriorthe majestic Diarmuid. I didn't expect that the Holy Grail would give you the honor of participating."

    "This is the wonder of the Holy Grail War. But it is me who is praised by everyone. The person who traveled through time and space and was invited to participate in the 'Seat of Heroes' is"The earth hates him and takes his life.  At this point, of course he is my opponent.

    During the several years that Weber lived in the Clock Tower, he always hated the arrogant lecturer whether he was sleeping or waking.  I even wanted to kill him a few times.  ¡ª¡ªBut this is the first time that I have been so hated by a lecturer.  For the first time, the boy Weber experienced the murderous gaze of a real magician.

    The owner of that voice had keen eyesight and saw the frozen fear on Weber's face.  He continued in a creepy and cold teasing voice, as if toying with Weber.

    "There's nothing I can do about it, Mr. Weber. I'll give you some extracurricular tutoring. I will give you the true meaning of killing each other between magicians - the horror and pain of killing without reservation. You feel it is an honor."  "

    In fact, Weber was shaking with fear.  He didn't even have the time to pay attention to the humiliation this sentence brought him.

    To become a true magician, one must be determined to die This general principle, which usually can only be understood in words, is now realized by Weber personally.  The sight that the man shot out from nowhere was extremely deadly.  When the magician harbors murderous intent in his heart, that's when he decides to issue a "death announcement" - something Weber still doesn't know about.

    At this time, something gently but powerfully hugged the young boy's young shoulders that were shaking alone due to fear.

    Weber was frightened by the thick yet gentle feeling.  The hands of the burly Servant - with five rough and separated fingers, can only be an object of fear to the short Master.

    "Hey magician, from what I observe, you seem to want to replace my little master and become my master."

    Rider asked the Lancer's master who was hiding somewhere. In fact, his face was filled with a malicious and pitiful smile that made his face crooked.

    "If that's the case, it's really ridiculous. The man who becomes my master should be a warrior who rides on the battlefield with me, not a coward who dares not even show his face."

    Silence fell, and only the anger of the unknown master spread in the night air.  The rider suddenly burst out laughing, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing at the top of his lungs.

    "Come out! There may be others. They are hiding in the darkness and peeking at our accomplices!"

    Saber and Lancer both showed surprised expressions.

    "¡ª¡ªWhat's wrong with you? Rider"

    Facing Saber who asked him, the Conqueror King gave a thumbs up with a smile on his face.

    "Saber and Lancer, it's really amazing that you are fighting face to face. The swords and halberds made such a crisp collision sound, I'm afraid more than one heroic spirit was attracted."

    Irisviel was trembling with fear inside, as if she had been seen through by Kiritsugu who was hiding somewhere.  But all Rider has in mind is other servants.  The rider wanted to send the deafening sound to every corner of the surroundings and shouted again.

    "Poor. So pitiful! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki. Don't you have any feelings when you see the courage shown by Saber and Lancer here? They have real names worth bragging about, but they secretly keep peeking here. It's really cowardly.  .The heroic spirits will also panic when they hear this, huh!?¡±

    After laughing loudly, Rider tilted his head slightly, showing a fearless expression, and finally looked around with provocative eyes.

    "Heroic spirits invited to the Holy Grail War, gather here now. Cowards who are afraid of even showing up, please wake up before Iskandar, the Conqueror, insults you!" (Remember this site's URL!  £ºwww.hlnovel.com
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