The magic spears and swords imbued with the beliefs of their respective owners were constantly intertwined in the open space at a speed that was irrefutable to the naked eye, and the fierce collision of the weapons on both sides continued to sound.
Saber and Lancer devoted themselves wholeheartedly to what could be said to be the last battle between the two sides.
The sparks that keep flashing out in the void give people an indescribable sense of poignancy and determination.
As the two sides continued to intersect and emerge, the sky in the distance gradually became brighter - it was almost dawn.
Illya raised her head and looked at the rising sun that had slightly emerged in the distance.
"It's almost done. The next step should be the final blow!"
"Varied……"
Irisviel looked at Ilia in confusion, but at this moment, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed.
Under the illumination of the morning light, the two Servants exchanged blows again. After the swords and spears met, they finally separated and distanced themselves.
"It seems that time is running out, let's take the final blow! Are you ready? Saber!"
Lancer narrowed his eyes towards the rising sun, drew both guns in front of him, and loudly announced the final blow.
"It's you who have to be ready!lancer!"
In response to Lancer's declaration, Saber waved her sword Lingran and made the best attack posture.
What shines in Saber's eyes is a fierce and clear fighting spirit. There is neither carelessness nor hesitation.
It is a clear fighting spirit and fighting passion that has been honed without any impurities.
Lancer raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"...The sword of the King of Knights shines with glory. It's great that I can meet you."
Both of them want the same path.
If it is a single-plank bridge where there is no room for humility, the person who takes the first step will be seen off with respect by those who are lagging behind.
Because of this - this is a battle without worries, without any distracting thoughts, risking your life, and exploring the true value of guns and swords.
"Then, come on! The final blow for each of us to bet on our glory!"
Following the Lancer's war cry, the red and yellow magic spears, filled with surging magic power, stabbed at Saber in an unstoppable manner.
At this moment, the magic power in Saber's body surged.
The King of Knights poured all his strength into his hands that were gripping the hilt of the sword, and raised the golden sword high.
Light is gathering.
As if illuminating this holy sword was his supreme mission, the brilliance condensed infinitely into a dazzling beam of light.
Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything.
The figure of a hero who once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than night.
It has lasted ten years without yielding, and it has gone through twelve battles without defeat. This feat is unparalleled in the world, and this glory is incomparable. They transcend time and space and will remain immortal.
This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer called "Glory" that all the warriors who have disappeared on the battlefield throughout the ages have pursued and longed for throughout their lives.
Taking pride in upholding this will and fulfilling this belief as righteousness, the King of Knights now loudly chanted the true name of the miracle in his hand.
Its name is——
"Contract - Sword of Victory!!!"
The light is flowing.
The light is roaring.
The magic power was accelerated by the unbound dragon factor and turned into a flash of light. The spurting out flow rolled up countless whirlpools and swallowed up the lancer and the morning light together.
"Ha! This supreme brilliance cannot be cut off by my 'Demon-Destroying Red Rose'..."
With this sigh of contentment, Lancer completely disappeared into the torrent of light.
Looking at Lancer's disappeared figure, Saber stood solemnly with her sword in place.
"Lancer, you are a true knight!"
At this point, this duel in the name of glory finally came to a successful conclusion.
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"well……"
At this time, Illya no longer had the mood to watch the show as at the beginning, and even if she still had it, she would put it away immediately.
Because, although Illya could not understand the sincere joy of the two Servants in the battle, she should still have respect for an honorable warrior.
"Irisviel, let's go."
Illya pulled Irisviel's sleeve and prepared to leave.
The abandoned warehouse will be well preserved as a soldier's cemetery.
Saber also put away her sword and walked quietly to the two of them.
"Thank you, holy."
After thanking Illya again, Saber fell silent.
"Uh...really? Well, this is what I should do."
Illya was a little at a loss because her motive for helping Saber was actually bad. She just wanted to make the fight between Saber and Lancer more exciting.
"Oh! By the way! I still have something to do!"
Before getting into the car, Ilia suddenly clapped her hands and remembered something important.
"Master of Lancer, please fulfill your contract with me!"
So Illya faced Kayneth who was staring blankly at the place where the Lancer disappeared.
"According to the contract, I hereby deprive you of the Command Seals you possess!"
As soon as Ilia finished speaking, Kayneth suddenly screamed, and in his left hand, the magic power was boiling uncontrollably.
Then, the two remaining command spells peeled off from Kayneth's left hand like stickers, floating quietly in front of Kayneth.
Looking at the two Command Seals floating in front of him, Kayneth, who had just recovered from the severe pain, was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to be crazy, frantically waving his hands to grab the two Command Seals.
But everything is in vain. The Command Seal has no physical existence, so how can it be grasped by two human hands.
Looking at the crazy Kayneth, Illya shook her head helplessly, stretched out one hand and waved the two command spells.
As if receiving the order, the two command spells quickly flew towards Ilia.
Then, Illya took out origin-logic, opened one of the pages, and pressed the two command spells held in Xu's hands on it, and the two command spells were integrated into origin-logic.
(The principle of origin) appeared on it.
"Snapped."
After confirming the completion of the command spell, Illya closed the origin-logic and looked at Kayneth who had calmed down again.
"Listen, you have completely lost your qualifications for this Holy Grail War. If you still want to survive, leave Dongmu City immediately! Don't have any more delusions!"
After saying this last warning, Illya got into the Mercedes Benz 300sl without looking back.
So, driven by Saber, the Mercedes-Benz 300SL drove away from this abandoned warehouse.
This chapter has been completed!