Being thrown onto the ground as hot as lava, Berserker roared violently again.
But having understood what had just happened, he did not charge as before. Instead, he used both hands to hold the steel rod in his hand like a knight's sword.
When holding the sword with both hands, the strength and speed of the sword will increase. Then, when Roland falls back to the ground, the steel rod eroded by magic power in his hand suddenly accelerates, tearing, compressing, and carrying the atmosphere with the purest power. blasted out with terrifying power.
But Roland still only stretched out one hand to grab the incoming weapon.
"boom--!"
At the moment of contact, Peiran's power spread suddenly. Around the two of them, a raging storm lifted up, twisted, and destroyed the burned and broken earth layer by layer.
But no matter how hard Lancelot tried, he could not move forward in front of this white palm.
"Do the legendary Knights of the Round Table only have this level of power?"
Facing that former title, Lancelot seemed to be stung by a glance. He opened his mouth and let out a terrifying roar. He suddenly withdrew the steel rod and launched a frantic slash.
Every slash would trigger a burst of storm, and every fight would be like an eruption of flames. The streets seemed to be about to collapse, trembling violently, and the flying flames were caught in the storm and soared into the sky.
At the moment when the sonic boom spread and stirred up dust, Lancelot's movements suddenly changed, and his right arm quietly dropped, making a thrusting movement.
The steel rod, wrapped in dark red veins like leaf veins, aimed at Roland's heart with a sharp tip that had been sharpened by the attack, with a ferocious and violent momentum!
The seemingly violent slashes before were all feints for this moment.
Even if he is irrational, Lancelot understands from past experience that even if the enemy is physically stronger than him, the opponent's chest will be easily pierced by despicable tricks.
But at this moment, a flash of light flashed in Roland's eyes, and he showed a regretful smile.
Facing the slowly approaching steel rod, Roland quietly stretched out his left hand.
Such an action made Berserker's frantic pupils begin to flash. Different from the previous slashes, this time he condensed the little magic power in his body, which was almost the same as the power at the peak level.
Without weapons or skills, even if this hand could withstand the thrust of the steel rod, it would only end up with flesh and bones being crushed together.
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 instantly melted into a pool of hot molten iron.
This made Lancelot look in disbelief. Even if the material was ordinary, in his hand, it was equivalent to a D-level pseudo-noble phantom. Needless to say, it was strong, but it was instantly melted by the fire in Roland's palm. How did the other party control the violent flames to such a level?
But he was surprised. Lancelot's sprint like a galloping horse did not stop. When the weapon was melted, he had already opened his arms, grabbed Roland's wrist, and started the most primitive, yet most direct fight with him. wrestling.
Is it impossible to fight without weapons? Are weapons such an inconvenience?
Seeing his wrist being restrained by Lancelot, Roland sighed in admiration. From the onlookers' point of view, one might even think that Lancelot planned to use a close-quarters fighting move from the beginning.
In terms of combat wisdom, the wisdom of the Holy Lord, who can't even use his own spells, obviously cannot bring much help to Roland. Facing Lancelot's superb martial arts, he will inevitably suffer some losses.
However, in the face of real power, everything is just illusion.
"If you had liberated the Noble Phantasm, you might be able to unleash even more amazing power, but unfortunately, you no longer have the magic power to do this. What's more, you don't understand that to me, the form of flames is... It’s just a toy to be rubbed.”
Roland smiled, and while using his hands to resist Lancelot's strength, he looked at Lancelot who had the door wide open due to this wrestling action, exposing his fragile chest and abdomen to him.
"Do you think that if you grab my palm, I won't be able to use fire?"
In Roland's pupils, blazing and surging flames were burning, compressed, and the scarlet and scorching beams slowly condensed, turned into substance, and stabbed Lancelot's chest!
"There is no need for weapons or anything like that. A true hero kills the enemy with his eyes!"
The violent heat vision shattered Lancelot's armor, effortlessly tore his flesh and blood, penetrated his bones, and exposed the most fragile inside of his body.
On the brink of death, Lancelot tightened his grip on his hand again. He is a crazy beast, not a lamb to be slaughtered. Even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh!
But Roland's cold voice stopped him again.
"Killer Queen, come out!"
A cat-eared substitute with countless cracks and scarlet pupils like Roland appeared out of thin air, turned his palm into a knife, and penetrated Lancelot's back with just one blow!
This caused Berserker to lose his strength instantly, and Roland was able to break free, reach out and pierce the opponent's spiritual core, and use scorching magic power to forcibly seal the contract between master and slave.
"Beast, obey your new master!"
Under the constraints brought by the new contract, Lancelot fell into silence again, and the damaged wounds began to slowly recover.
"Next, you have to use your madness to sharpen Saber into a weapon that suits my wishes."
"Arthur..."
Hearing Saber's name, Lancelot seemed to have found his 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 Matou Kariya behind Caster who looked in disbelief.
Seeing Berserker who was much more submissive than him in Roland's hands, and Sakura who happily ran into Roland's arms, Matou Kariya had a bitter smile on his face.
He just watched Roland walking in front of him. When he was actually 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 I am worried about Sakura's future in vain. Please take away this miserable life from me."
Roland frowned, "Who asked you this? Your life is worthless to me, even more so when you lose your identity as Master. The reason why I keep you until now is entirely because of you. It’s just Matou’s identity.”
"You want to ask me about the destruction of the Matou family? What a pity. I only found out about it today, so I can't help you with anything."
Matou Kariya suddenly realized it, but in the end he 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, there are no other unusual situations from yesterday to now?"
There is no reason for the Matou family to be wiped out. This family has been completely integrated into Fuyuki City and has no value to outsiders. Since it was not caused by the other seven masters, the murderer must be related to the Matou family. The connection may be shallow, but it won’t be no connection at all.
"Other situations?" Matou Kariya hesitated and thought for a while, "No, after sending Rin back after running outside yesterday, I went to the port to participate in the battle..."
"Wait a minute," Roland was startled, his expression a little strange.
"You said, Tohsaka Rin came to Fuyuki City?"
