After obtaining the Soul of the Holy Lord, Killer Queen fell into a state like a deep sleep. Although she could still be called out and used, Roland felt that his substitute always felt as tired as if someone had pulled him out of bed in the middle of the night, so he The substitute was allowed to sleep for part of the time.
And for another reason, Roland's demand for the Killer Queen has also been greatly reduced. The soul of the Holy Lord, as a red bonded spirit, can meet most of the needs, which also creates a very special situation.
In many cases, Roland's body is stronger than the substitute.
Although the changed form of the substitute has gradually separated from the original essence of the glass cannon due to the sublimation brought by the Holy Lord's soul, it cannot change the fact that he is the half body of Roland's soul.
If it is not necessary, pulling the substitute out to fight will only add a flaw to yourself out of thin air. After all, the injuries on the substitute's body will be completely returned to your own body.
However, this does not mean that Roland has no expectations for Killer Queen.
This power of rules is the key to heaven and the creation of a new world.
And now, his prototype has been born.
"It's really surprising." Gilgamesh cast an undisguised hostility towards Roland. "Although he is a rat who doesn't know the heights and heights of the world, he is also the brave one among the masters."
Unlike before, Gilgamesh's eyes not only had ridicule, but also shone with a sinister light.
Even in a battle like the Holy Grail War, which brought together ancient heroes, other Servants would still marvel at his strength and be moved by his power.
These emotions of admiration, fear, and jealousy are the best wine for Gilgamesh. As the original king, he should have been the one who was noticed and looked up to.
No matter what environment or era he is in, anyone who violates this rule will be punished mercilessly by him.
But today, he has hit the wall twice in a row. It seems that his whole outlook on life has been shattered, his face is pale, and he is just a lost Holy Sword user. For the sake of the other party playing the buffoon, Gilgamesh doesn't mind letting him go. Slow down the pace of execution and bring more fun to yourself.
Before his best friend is ready for the real decisive battle, he always has to find some fun to pass the time, but this does not mean that anyone can challenge his dignity.
"You are still willing to stand up when you see this situation. This courage is worthy of praise, but that's all. You might be happier just hiding far away like that? Do you think that signing a contract with Saber can change anything? Just because he’s like an actor in the stands now?”
Gilgamesh's red eyes flashed with cold will, and he made an unquestionable assertion.
As he said, Saber's current condition is indeed not good. Although Lancelot's slash did not actually fall on the old sword, the compressed and circulated sword light even grazed Saber's body. The silver-white armor on his body was shattered, leaving a trail of blood from his shoulder to his waist.
But more troublesome than his physical injuries was his mental injuries. Even Roland, who had not had much contact with Saber, could clearly see the wavering on his face. His ideals were denied by someone like Lancelot. And killed the other party because of his mercy.
For the King of Knights who still has justice in his heart, he is probably the only one who understands this feeling.
Seeing Saber's appearance, Gilgamesh pronounced his sentence in a condescending tone.
"Your servant's current strength is very weak. Using modern knowledge as a metaphor, it is like a fly ball above the catcher. It is difficult for him to reach me now. With such a weakened state, do you think he will Have you won this king?"
"You seem to have made a mistake, King of Heroes. Who said I need to rely on Saber's power? Some things only make sense if you do them yourself. If you let others do it for you, there will be no fun at all."
Roland turned around and glanced at the voice coming from above. The blood in his pupils was so rich that it seemed as if he couldn't get rid of it.
"——Like smashing your annoying face."
"As a last word, it's really unique."
The expression on Gilgamesh's face was slightly distorted by anger, "Although killing an insignificant madman like you will only dirty the king's hands, since you are so arrogant that you dare to challenge the king's majesty, you must be allowed to die. Pay it back with your life, this is the rule I have set for myself."
Faced with the death threat from the King of Heroes, although she still didn't get the answer she deserved from her confusion, Saber subconsciously raised her sword, preparing to protect her new master.
But Roland stopped his movements with just one look.
"Although I appreciate your loyalty, rather than worrying about me, it would be better to go to the castle to protect Irisviel."
"I can't let you, Master, fight Archer alone..."
"Then just stand aside and watch the battle. If you can't even do this, I will be really angry."
Saber's face darkened, but in the end, he retreated tens of meters and did not interfere in the battle.
But Roland's behavior of not caring about Gilgamesh's threat undoubtedly angered him even more.
Gilgamesh stared at Roland, his eyes becoming more and more cruel.
But after being ignored for the second time, talking to himself would only make him look like a clown, so he just let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, causing a strange sense of oppression to appear in the void behind him.
Golden ripples slowly rippled in the void, of course there was only one in number.
It is undoubtedly an insult to oneself to have to deploy multiple Noble Phantasms to deal with a common man like a magician. However, considering the cruel words he said before, the Noble Phantasm that emerged from the new ripples was a strange spear. The original code of the magic gun that is sure to hit.
The moment he was stared at by the spear, Roland's instinct quickly warned him, and the sense of depression that seemed to have nowhere to escape wrapped around his body.
"it's over."
Gilgamesh raised his head proudly, and with his declaration, the magic spear shot out like an arrow from a string, pointing directly at Roland's heart.
This blow was dangerous even for him now, but it was by no means terrifying.
Using flames, air magic, or simply relying on his own strength, Roland can block it.
The only question now is whether he should trust the killer queen who has gone berserk. He regards danger as nothing. Roland focuses on the feeling of power. Every time his consciousness and the substitute get closer, Roland's mind will give him a strong consciousness. .
A consciousness that seemed to be able to change everything and enable him to seize supreme power.
The question is, will he try to master powers he doesn't yet understand, will he try something extremely foolish that might allow a crisis to arise? An act that would insult your own intelligence?
At this moment when everything seemed to have stopped, Roland gave up resistance, turned his head and looked at the Killer Queen next to him.
Although her appearance changed drastically, Killer Queen still looked at Roland calmly and tilted her head.
"This is... my half body." Roland smiled happily and hugged the substitute again.
In the blink of an eye, the roar of the sound barrier being pierced and the clang of the magic gun that was sure to hit all stopped abruptly.
On the battlefield of the confrontation, only Roland's calm but absolute declaration remained.
"The law of victory has been decided - Killer Queen!"
(End of chapter)
