Being thrown on the ground as hot as lava, Berserker roared violently again. But having already understood what happened just now, he didn't charge as before, but used both hands to hold the steel rod in his hand like a knight's sword. When held with both hands, the strength and speed of holding the sword will increase, and then, when Roland falls back to the ground, the steel rod eroded by magic power suddenly accelerates, tearing the atmosphere with the purest force, compressing it, and carrying it Blast out with terrifying force. And Roland still only stretched out one hand, grabbing the attacking weapon. "boom--!" At the moment of contact, Peiran's power suddenly spread, and around the two of them, the raging storm lifted, distorted, and destroyed the burned and fragmented earth layer by layer. But no matter how hard Lancelot tried, he couldn't make any progress in front of this white palm. "Does the legendary Knights of the Round Table only have this level of power?" Facing the previous title, Lancelot opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar as if he had been stung. He suddenly drew back the steel rod and slashed wildly. Every slash will trigger a burst of storm, and every fight is like an eruption of flames. This street seems to be collapsing, trembling violently, and the flying flames are engulfed by the storm, soaring into the sky.
At the moment when the spreading sonic boom stirred up the dust, Lancelot's movements changed abruptly, and his right arm dropped quietly, making a thrusting motion. The steel rod wrapped in dark red veins like leaf veins aimed at Roland's heart with a sharpened tip that had been sharpened during the attack, with a ferocious and berserk aura! The seemingly violent slashes before were all feints for this moment. Even though he was irrational, Lancelot's past experience made him understand that even if the enemy's physical fitness was stronger than him, the opponent's chest would be easily pierced in the face of despicable changes. But at this very moment, a bright light flashed in Roland's eyes, revealing a regretful smile. Facing the slowly approaching steel rod, Roland quietly stretched out his left hand. This action made Berserker's frantic pupils start to flicker. Unlike the previous slash, this time he condensed the little magic power in his body, which is almost the same as the power of the peak level. Without using weapons or skills, even if this hand could resist the thrust of the steel rod, it would only end up being crushed with flesh and bones. But who would have thought that Roland's hand was quietly covered with a layer of bright red fire. The moment the tip of the iron rod touched Roland's palm, it was instantly melted into a puddle of hot molten iron. This made Lancelot reveal an unbelievable look. Even if the material is ordinary, in his hands, it is equivalent to a D-level pseudo-noble treasure. Naturally, it is needless to say how strong it is, but it was instantly melted by the fire in Roland's palm. How did the opponent control the violent flames to such a level? But surprise turned into surprise, Lancelot's sprint like a galloping horse did not stop. When the weapon was melted, he had already opened his arms and grabbed Roland's wrist, and started the most primitive and direct contact with the other party. wrestling. Is it impossible to fight without weapons, and are weapons such an inconvenience? Seeing his wrist being restrained by Lancelot, Roland sighed in admiration. From the perspective of onlookers, he might even think that Lancelot planned to use melee combat moves from the very beginning. In terms of combat wisdom, the wisdom of the Holy Lord, who can't even use his own spells, obviously can't bring much help to Roland. Facing Lancelot's superb martial arts skills, he will inevitably suffer some losses. However, in the face of real power, everything is just illusory. "If it were you who liberated the Noble Phantasm, maybe you would erupt with even more astonishing power, but unfortunately, you no longer have the magic power to do this. Besides, you don't understand that the form of flames is very important to me. It's just a toy to be rubbed with." Roland smiled, and while resisting Lancelot's strength with both hands, he looked at Lancelot who opened the door wide because of this wrestling action, exposing his fragile chest and abdomen in front of him. "Do you think that if you grab my palm, I won't be able to use the flame?"
In Roland's pupils, hot and surging flames were burning and compressing, and the scarlet and scorching light beams slowly condensed, turned into substance, and stabbed Lancelot's chest! "There is no need for weapons and the like, a true hero kills the enemy with his eyes!" The violent heat sight shattered Lancelot's armor, tore his flesh and blood effortlessly, pierced through his bones, exposing the most fragile inside of his body. On the verge of death, Lancelot tightened his grip again. He was a crazy beast, not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Even if he died, he would bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh! But Roland's cold voice stopped him again. "Killer Queen, come out!" With countless cracks, a cat-eared double with the same scarlet pupils as Roland appeared out of thin air, and turned into a knife in his palm, piercing Lancelot's back with just one blow! This made Berserker lose his strength in an instant, and Roland was able to break free. He reached out and pierced the opponent's spiritual core, and used scorching magic power to forcibly establish the contract between the master and the slave. "Beast, obey your new master!" Under the shackles brought by the new contract, Lancelot fell into silence again, and the damaged wounds began to heal slowly. "Next, you have to make good use of your madness to grind Saber into a weapon that suits my wishes." "Arthur..." Hearing Saber's name, Lancelot seemed to have found the backbone, he knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head like a knight loyal to the monarch. Roland looked at Lancelot with satisfaction, turned his head, and looked at Kariya Matou with an unbelievable expression behind the caster. Seeing the Berserker who was more obedient than himself in Roland's hands, and Sakura happily running into Roland's arms, a bitter smile hung on Matou Kariya's face. He just watched Roland walk in front of him. When he was really facing death, his madness dissipated and he calmed down. "Have you thought it through?" Roland asked calmly. "Since you are such a strong monster, it seems that worrying about Sakura's future is indeed unfounded. Please take away my miserable life." Roland frowned, "Who asked you this? Your life is worthless to me, especially when you lose your master status. The reason why I kept you until now is entirely because of you It's just Matou's identity." "You want to ask me about the destruction of the Jiantong family? What a pity, I only found out today, so I can't help you." Jiantong Yanye suddenly realized, but finally shook his head helplessly. "The only information I can tell you is that Matou Zouken may not be dead. Many of the bugs in my body come from him. If the master dies, they should riot." "Really? Apart from that, from yesterday to now, is there anything else unusual?" The destruction of the Matou family is not without reason. This family has been fully integrated into Fuyuki City, and it is of no value to outsiders. Since it is not the other seven masters, the murderer must have something to do with the Matou family. The connection may be shallow, but not completely connected. "Other situations?" Kariya Matou hesitated for a while, "No, after sending Rin back who ran outside yesterday, I went to join the battle near the port..." "Wait," Roland was startled, with a strange expression on his face. "You said, Rin Tohsaka came to Fuyuki City?"
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