Chapter 140: Dying Together

Chapter 140: Dying Together

Arondight Overload: Breaking All Restraints (Overloaded Light of the Lake) is the human-mode Noble Phantasm of Lancelot.

By exerting an excessive load on the mirror-like lake light, the hidden magical power within it overflows and transforms into an attack. The radiance overflowing from the holy sword resembles the water of a lake.

Originally, it was intended to deliberately withhold the magical power meant for a light slash and release it upon striking the opponent up close. Lancelot incorporated his skills into this type of magic, honing a unique technique of his own.

When the holy sword strikes the enemy, it leaves behind concealed "lake light" at the wound. Only when Lancelot releases the true name of his Noble Phantasm does the highly compressed "lake light" transform into a light slash, wreaking havoc within the enemy's body.

Compared to the original "The Unfading Light of the Lake," this technique is more covert, consumes less energy, and possesses greater destructive power.

Every warrior knows that getting injured in battle is a normal occurrence. As long as one can achieve ultimate victory, what does a little superficial injury matter? However, Lancelot's sword turns superficial injuries into fatal wounds, making it an unstoppable killing technique.esh felt a searing pain rapidly spreading from his injured left shoulder to his chest, as if an invisible blade had penetrated his chest, piercing through his vital core, which was the most important support for maintaining his current existence.

"I told you, if you don't want to die, use the 'Sword of Rupture.' But you didn't believe me. 'Honesty' is one of the virtues of a knight, and I did not lie."

Lancelot's words made Gilgamesh both angry and amused.

"Although you're a mad dog, you're an interesting mad dog. It seems that obtaining Saber isn't as easy as I imagined. But that's fine. Things that cannot be obtained are the most beautiful."

At this moment, Lancelot could no longer hear what Gilgamesh was saying. Seizing the few seconds before his spiritual core completely collapsed, Lancelot transformed his final words into a longing and entrusted them to two clusters of spiritual particles, drifting into the distance.

The battle between Lancelot and Gilgamesh was brief. From the official commencement of the battle to the disappearance of both individuals, it took less than a minute. Kariya and Tokiomi had yet to make a move, but they sensed an abnormality in their master-servant contract.

The surging magical power suddenly had nowhere to go. The contract connecting Kariya and Lancelot, like an overstressed thread, finally severed.

In the moment before the severance, a calm thought entered Kariya's mind.

"My Master, the agreement has indeed been fulfilled, but I will stop here as well. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. Although it was not long, I am truly grateful. If there is a chance, please summon me again."

"It is I who should be grateful, Lancelot, grateful for fulfilling my wish."

"Oh, King, I sincerely wish for your peace and happiness."

Unconsciously, tears streamed down Saber's face, tears of mourning and regret.

"You said something wrong. I once thought about starting over, but I forgot that it would deny your efforts and everything we created together. How can I, who once thought about betraying you, deserve to be called the greatest king?"

"Thank you, my dear friend. It was you who corrected my mistake and made me realize. It is not Britain that needs redemption, nor is it you. It is myself."

"I will no longer hesitate, no longer be lost—for you, and myself."

Saber wiped away her tears and regained her clear gaze as she looked resolutely at the temple gates.

"Right, Assassin!"

There stood the Queen of the Land of Shadows, wielding her demonic spear.

"Yes, you finally understand. It wasn't in vain for him to go through all that trouble. So, will you give up the Holy Grail?"

"Of course not." Saber raised her Holy Sword. "Although I no longer have any wishes to fulfill with the Holy Grail, I promised Irisviel to obtain it for her. It's also the best way for me to mourn my fallen dear friend."

"That's right, no, I should say it has to be this way!"

At this moment, Scáthach's spirit soared, and her long-suppressed fighting spirit stirred the air with her mana.

"Come, this is the final battle. Which one of us will be the victor of the Holy Grail War?"

"Servant Saber, King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon!" Saber's Holy Sword shone in her hand.

"Servant Assassin, Scáthach from the Land of Shadows!" Assassin's demonic spear gleamed at her side.

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