Just because Saber is a servant, he said he wanted to send Saber back to the throne of Heroes.()()()

What a joke, no matter what Saber is, she is not standing in front of her well.

No matter what words you use to explain, it cannot change the fact that you are going to kill this girl who lives in front of me.

The strength from somewhere made me rush towards the fighter in one breath. The black blade appeared in my right hand, and I held a knife in both hands and slashed at the fighter.

The black blade slashed on the ice cubes raised by the fighter, and only some ice chips fell from the ice cubes condensed by magic.

"Damn it, let me go of saber--!"

The black blade left marks on the ice in vain, and I couldn't even shake a fighter's hand.

The ice cube knocked me down like a shield.

My sword is not strong enough.

I need stronger weapons.

In addition to Gan Jiang Moye's two swords, I need other, stronger swords.

But I have never seen a stronger sword, and I cannot project what does not exist in my memory.

Except that one-

The sword that once appeared in my dream.

There is no other way, don't worry about the level strength. ()

If you can't win, you will fantasize about what you have won.

What you can't beat in reality is to be defeated in imagination.

This is the only thing I can do.

Make something that will not lose to anyone, and always deceive everyone with the strongest imagination.

Even I cheated myself, the strongest copy I imagined.

"Um--"

The whole body burns like a hot burn, don't worry.

The nerves twitch as if they were pulled out, don't care.

I just need to concentrate on completing this.

Although it is difficult, it is not impossible.

Originally, my body was the magic circuit that was strengthened for this.

"ah--"

I jumped up, and a golden light shining in my right hand.

The impossible sword appeared in my hands, dimming the bright moon in the sky.

The sword forged by the dwarves, protected by the elves, and the sword sung by the poet is held by me.

"ah--"

Is this not my will, is it the sword itself that has the will?

The Golden Sword cuts the ice without any obstacles as if it was sucked in, and cuts off fighter's arm.()()()

"What's this……"

The first time I was hurt so severely. Fighter left saber and jumped away from me in frightened condition.

"Cough, cough--that sword is..."

The free saber knelt on the ground and coughed, raised his head with difficulty, staring at the sword in my hand in astonishment.

The sword was broken, and it was impossible for the sword to break. What was broken was my fantasy.

My own imagination cannot reach the level of that sword.

"Hehe, only such a sword can become my opponent."

Fighter's eyes shot at me. This time, he really regarded me as his opponent.

But my opponent is not him. The only one I challenged is myself.

The sword just now was perfect enough. The sword that shouldn't have been broken would be broken because there was a flaw in my mind.

If you want to copy it, it is not just the appearance, but even the production needs to be reproduced.

call--

Fighter's figure disappeared, replaced by countless fists in front of me.

Even with only one hand left, fighter's boxing is still so fast. ()

However--

The red flames drove the fist as fast as lightning, blocked by the formed swords one by one.

It was subconscious that the sword in his hand was actively fighting with the fighter.

My only spirit is to process the sword in my hand into authentic products.

"Projection, start!"

I was tense.

What I should challenge myself is, so I do not allow a little mistake or compromise.

Identification and Creation Concept

Think of the basic skeleton

Copy the material

Imitation production technology

Experience of common sense of growth

Reproduce cumulative year and month

Overseas, completing many projects—

At this moment, the sword that gathered the fantasy -!

I used the sword in my hand to split the lightning in front of me.

Unparalleled gorgeous sword easily cracks the enemy's attack.

But that's the end, all I split was the attack from the front. ()

The result of the fight back was that I was hit by several fists on both sides and left and right.

The oppressive force almost crushed my bones.

His hands were numb and weak when they were hit by pain, and the golden sword fell from his hand.

I made a sword that was more powerful than fighter, but I couldn't play it.

I am just a producer, producing the most powerful weapon, but I cannot exert the maximum ability of the weapon like a fighter.

Failure is inevitable. I lost my sword and could not hold on for a second and was overwhelmed by my fists.

Then, the strong wind formed by the fist was blocked.

“Huh—?”

In my shocked hand, the sword that almost lost its hand came back, and someone's hand was still there.

"Shirou, give me your hand—!"

I heard her voice, nearer than anyone else.

The girl stood side by side with me, holding a sword together, and without hesitation, slashed into the retreating lightning.

"Seya—!"

Is that a spell? Realizing the arrival of the crisis, the red figure burst out with dazzling golden light, as if it was lit up the sun and illuminating the clearings in the forest.

The dazzling sun was split open by the golden sword without stopping, turning it into two halves.

Smack-

A right hand with half of his shoulders left his body and fell to the ground.

The light disappeared, and the dazzling sun that made me unable to open my eyes lost its luster.

After losing his left hand, he almost lost the red fighter on the right half of his body and fell to the ground for the first time.

The huge wound from the right shoulder to the right abdomen revealed the lost part of the lung lobe and the chest cavity that was squirming with bright red internal organs.

If it were humans, the wound of this level would have died long ago, but even if the fighter made of magic was cut off, a big hole was opened in his chest, and he lost the function of breathing, he still did not disappear.

Blood spilled out of the red fighter's mouth, and his black pupils opened in surprise, reflected the sword that defeated him.

The golden sword lost its glory in my hands and saber. The holy sword that could not exist here began to turn into sand and dust from the body of the sword.

"How could this guy be alive..."

The clearing returned to the darkness, lost the eyes of the sun, and got used to the faint moonlight, Tosaka who walked over also saw the tragic situation of the servant who was still tenaciously alive.

The power in the body gradually disappeared, and the unspeakable hot body began to cool down.

The fist as fast as lightning, the sword wind that tore the air no longer exists.

The battle ended with the light, and the only thing left behind was the touch of the hand holding Saber Xu.

It is cold, but it warms my heart.

"Fighter, our battle is over-"

Saber looked at the fallen fighter without moving, and said in a heavy voice.

"If you lose, you can no longer stop me. I will follow my will and move towards my dreams. At the same time, I will never give up my dignity. Whether I am a human being or a servant."

Saber declared the end of the battle with great determination.

The battle against a powerful servant was over with the power of the three.

I gasped heavily, and the pain that had been accumulating during the battle surged up and doubled the interest I had saved.

I lowered my head to check my body, but fortunately there were no serious cases such as fractures.

——Or it was once a fracture, but now it has recovered.

The body didn't turn black anywhere, as if everything I saw before the battle was full of illusions.

Maybe it was an illusion. I flipped my messy memories, and the impression was as blurred as if I was looking for a dream I couldn't remember after waking up from a dream.

Then I recalled that mood.

Nausea, pain, fear, anger, despair...all were released, and I tried to cover my mouth and press down on my vomiting**.

That was when I saw someone being hurt, someone who didn’t know who it was, was hurt in various ways.

I tried hard to see who the person being hurt was, it seemed like a saber, or something else, like all the people being hurt were combined into one.

It seems like it's me...

In confusion, I noticed that I fell to the ground and leaned over to see my own shadow under the moonlight.

The black shadow twisted into a vague, familiar face.

——Want to know more? Then come on.
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