Lancer and Saber / Saber's Desperate Plight and Lancer's Surprise

Under Medea's Magecraft bombardment, the ground around Kayneth had turned into scorched red earth.

"As expected of Magecraft from the Age of Gods..."

Kayneth's voice rang out, his still-powerful voice seemingly indicating that Medea's Magecraft... had still failed?

Wrong--

When Kayneth reappeared before Wang Xiaoming and Medea, he looked somewhat disheveled, his clothes were a little messy, and it seemed that the Magecraft had also affected him.

"The power of the Magecraft you performed really surprised me."

"Oh--"

Medea on the other side did not make another move. Instead, she looked at Kayneth opposite her, chuckled, and then uttered a comment that surprised him:

"If you had been born in the Age of Gods, with your talent, you would certainly have become a renowned figure."

Although the purpose of Medea's words is unknown, Kayneth, as a "genius," readily accepted such praise.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"No, I'm just telling the truth."

Medea, hidden beneath her hood, gently shook her head and said:

"You've been able to research a method to use Command Spell as a source of magical power to support your barriers. Based on that alone, you're already on par with many others on the path of magical exploration."

Kayneth was taken aback upon hearing Medea's words, then shook his head and smiled wryly:

"I've been seen through... As expected of Magecraft from the Age of Gods..."

The familiar words came from Kayneth's mouth again, but this time his feelings were completely different from before.

Kayneth was quite displeased that Medea had so easily exposed the results of his painstaking research.

He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, revealing the Command Spell that Kayneth had deliberately concealed.

Aside from the three Command Spell previously used to enhance Lancer, another Command Spell, glowing with a faint crimson light, flickered a few times before disappearing.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized that the scene in the story where Kirei Kotomine used Command Spell to replace Magic Circuit had flashed through his mind. Although the applications were vastly different, they both Root used Command Spell, which were essentially crystals of magical energy, as a source of magical power.

"So, now that you know my trump card, what solutions do you have?"

The so-called resentment was only momentary; Kayneth looked at Medea with a smug smile.

"To break through my barrier, you would need at least a B-rank Magecraft, but the barrier will be rebuilt the next second by replenishing your magic power."

"So, Caster, you'll collapse from exhaustion of magic before you can break my barrier, won't you?"

If the opponent reveals your hidden card, but the person who revealed it has no way to deal with it, then that hidden card becomes their trump card.

However, Kayneth's "trump card" was clearly not limited to that; the Command Spell on the back of his hand once again glowed with a blood-red light:

"Once again in the name of the Command Spell, Lancer! I stake everything you've had in your life, bring me Saber's head no matter what!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying magical power erupted from the battlefield beside Kayneth, its surging power carrying an unparalleled force that overwhelmed the entire area!

(Anyway, the sword is finally here... I'm so sorry for the long wait.)

Because of various things happening during the New Year...

Well, let's not talk about that now. The update should be back to normal.

--above

By the way, I'd like to recommend a book:

Uncle Jiedao's:

<Eastern Redemption: The Endless Tomorrow>

The writing style is serious; a breath of fresh air among vulgar writers (just believe it if you want).

I have nothing left...

Yet, I still cannot escape...

All that remained was a heart full of hatred and rage...

So... let me embrace this spiral of contradictions until my destruction...

--Neo Avilukes (Touhou Gensokyo series)

An experienced author, trustworthy.

Chapter 101. Lancer and Saber

Command Spell – as "miracles" that can instantly change the Servant of a battle, they possess absolute authority to command Servant and are the exclusive marks of each Master participating in the Holy Grail War.

Its true essence is the Magecraft crystallization bestowed upon the participating Master by the Greater Grail:

When the Greater Grail has stored enough magical energy to summon seven Servant, it will select a suitable Magecraft to become Master and grant him a "Sign" mark. When the contract between the Servant and the Master is established, the Greater Grail will infuse its magical energy into the Master's Magic Circuit, automatically creating Command Spell.

The Command Spell granted by the Greater Grail are symbols consisting of three strokes, each stroke representing the right to exercise an absolute command; that is to say, in a Holy Grail War, each Master can use a maximum of three Command Spell.

In other words, from the moment the Command Spell of the Second Holy Grail War were created by Zouken Matou until now, no one, not even the Three Founding Families who established the Holy Grail War, knows... what kind of impact the fourth Command Spell, which transcends the rules of the Holy Grail War, will have on Servant.

"In the name of the fourth Command Spell! Lancer! I stake everything you've lived for, bring me Saber's head no matter what!"

As another Command Spell disappeared from Kayneth's right arm

--Otherwise, on the battlefield where Saber and Lancer were dueling, an unexpected change occurred!

"Lancer, you..."

Saber stared at her opponent with a hint of astonishment in her eyes as he bounced her away.

--That's right, it bounces off!

The sudden burst of magic power emanating from Lancer caught Saber off guard, sending her flying several meters away. Although she was unharmed, this demonstrated just how terrifying the magic power surging within Lancer's body was.

"..."

However, Lancer did not respond to Saber's surprised look. With his eyes closed, his magical power was rapidly receding.

Just a moment later, Lancer, having reopened his eyes, nodded to Saber with a hint of gratitude:

"Thank you, Saber."

The fact that she didn't attack even when her opponent was completely unprepared only deepened Lancer's respect for Saber.

"Lancer, what was that just now?"

Saber's eyes were full of inquiry as she looked at Lancer. After all, that magical power just now was truly...

It's estimated that even Archer and Rider, who were fighting in the distance, felt this terrifying magic.

"Nothing..."

Lancer shook her head, but the joy and pride in her eyes were impossible to hide.

"I just sensed the high hopes my lord has for me."

As Lancer finished speaking, the Two-Colored Roses in his hand suddenly disappeared, and then two weapons that would not have appeared in Lancer's hand before, weapons that were not originally in the hands of the Knight of the Lance.

Those were two swords--

One is long, one is short; one is ornate, one is rustic.

Although the two swords are vastly different, they both exude a powerful aura.

Especially that longsword; even Saber couldn't help but feel a chill from its blade.

Lancer looked at the weapons in his hands with a look of nostalgia, and whispered their real names:

"Moralltach (Great Wrath)"

And--

"Beagalltach (minor anger)"

As one of the most famous heroes in Celtic Mythology, Diarmuid's weapons are not limited to the two Rose Magic Spear he currently wields. However, due to his class, he does not carry his legendary signature weapons, the magic swords Moralltach and Beagalltach.

But now, for some reason, Lancer—no, at this moment I should call him by his name!

At this moment, the weapon that appeared in Diarmuid's hand directly broke through the so-called class restrictions!

There must have been an accident on Caster's end, right?

On the battlefield, Saber observed Lancer's change and made this guess in her mind.

However, her fighting spirit surged once again:

"It seems your skills have improved even further, Lancer!"

"That's right, Saber--"

Feeling the tangible texture of the weapon in his hand, Lancer's lips curled into a smile once more:

"However, don't expect me to hold back in the upcoming battle!"

"Are you kidding me, Lancer?! If you want to taste my sword, just drop your weapon and come forward to die!"

Upon hearing Lancer's teasing, Saber's tone was laced with a mocking laugh, but the underlying warning was unmistakable.

Even though Saber's left hand was sealed, with Medea's enhancement, she was still able to fight Diarmuid to a standstill.

While Medea's Magecraft prowess deserves praise, Saber's own skills are even more commendable.

Now, facing Diarmuid, who had unleashed his twin swords, the King of Knights's eyes shone with only a resolute and clear fighting spirit. There was neither cowardice nor hesitation in avoiding battle.

Saber is now unequivocally determined to fight to the death. She hopes to settle things once and for all in this situation.

Perhaps for her, the extent of her left-hand injury was secondary in the battle. The most important reason why Saber's sword could achieve victory time and time again was perhaps her pure and untainted fighting spirit and her unyielding passion for battle.

"Although I have no intention of slandering my lord, only this one sentence can truly express my feelings at this moment—"

Having understood Saber's feelings, Lancer could clearly feel an intense yet exhilarating electric-like sensation coursing through his body:

"King of Knights, it would have been a truly blissful thing to have met you in my lifetime."

"It's not too late now!"

Upon hearing Lancer's words, Saber replied decisively:

"Though we never met in life, we now fight for the same purpose. But Diarmuid, I dare say that your noble spirit and character are no less than those of any knight I have ever known!"

"Thank you for your praise, Saber. In return, I will defeat you with all my might!"

As Lancer's voice faded, the Beagalltach in his left hand disappeared, and the Red Rose reappeared.

With his spear and sword poised for battle, Diarmuid exuded an aura stronger than ever before.

"What an arrogant fool! But as an opponent..."

Sensing Diarmuid's fervent fighting spirit, Saber's previously tightly pursed lips curved into a slight smile:

"That same phrase will be returned to you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two men closed in on the battlefield once more, their blades clashing and sparks flying!

By the way, the update has been restored to normal~

Chapter 102. Saber's Dire Situation and Lancer's Unexpected Turn of Events

Even the chill of winter couldn't dampen the almost boiling atmosphere on the battlefield.

On the battlefield--

Clang!