Mom went to work out of town, so the updates returned to once a day...well, probably.

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Kirito crossed his beloved swords in both hands and barely blocked a powerful slash from Berserker's black murderous sword. His exhausted body could not block this violent blow. His two feet were like

After installing the pulley, it generally moved backwards for a few meters before stopping its momentum.

"It's too strong." He didn't know how long he had been fighting with the opponent. Kirito felt like his body was like a puppet with its strings broken. He inserted the sword in his hands into the ground and gasped for breath. There was something on the robe of darkness.

There are countless gaps cut by the sword, and the body is covered with small wounds. On the other hand, Berserker, except for the many gaps in the armor, basically has no wounds on his body. Even if there are those wounds, the heroic spirit does not mind at all.

Originally, Kirito could use Emiya Kiritsugu's magic power to repair his wounds, but he was worried that doing so would arouse some suspicion from Emiya Kiritsugu. Kirito knew about his master, and as long as he could achieve his goal,

He can do whatever it takes, even sacrificing some insignificant people. He loves everyone, but equally, he can also kill anyone. In his words, "For justice, small things must be sacrificed."

partial benefit'.

"Arthur... Arthur..." Berserker's originally handsome face became extremely ferocious due to the erosion of murderous intent, and he muttered the word "Arthur" like a babble.

Looking at Berserker's face that was completely distorted by hatred and murderous intent, Kirito couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. At the same time, he already had some preliminary guesses about Berserker's true identity.

His peerless martial arts skills were fully displayed. Apart from the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur, he really couldn't imagine who the other party was.

Just when Kirito was still thinking about the identity of the other party, the black whirlwind rushed towards him again, and the same black sword with murderous intent slashed towards his head. The whole sword was like a black and shocking bolt.

Thunder finally gradually expanded in Kirito's pupils.

At this last moment, Kirito finally decided to make a bet. If the bet was right, then he would win. If he lost...hehe, he would have to resign himself to his fate, and even if he was lucky enough to escape the blow,

With his already exhausted body, he could only wait for the other party's judgment.

Just when the black lightning was about to hit him and split his whole body in the middle, Kirito took a deep breath and expanded the air in his lungs to the maximum.

"No...King Arthur, she has not been cruel to you at all." Kirito raised his lowered head, his eyes were gentle and should not appear in this life and death fight, and at the same time he was whispering softly.

, the tone was as gentle as a mother comforting her crying child.

This was originally an inexplicable statement, but Berserker's whole body froze. There was a hint of pain in his eyes full of murderous intent, and the magic sword held high in both hands was about to slowly lower at some point.

Berserker muttered to himself incoherently: "My lord...if you could punish me back then, then I probably wouldn't have fallen into the devil's path just to fulfill my wish..."

This was what Kirito wanted, so he used his last remaining physical strength to use the strongest sword skill that this body could use - sonic impact, and his whole body transformed into a top-level heroic spirit.

The black lightning that was difficult to see with the naked eye swooped over, and the interpreter rushed straight towards the opponent's chest. At the same time, the dark chaser held in the other hand was ready to block berserker's reaction just in case.

Attack, however...

The sound of the sharp blade passing through his body clearly sounded in the grass under the dark villa. Kirito's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned. The touch from the sword in his hand to his senses told him that his sword

It definitely penetrated the opponent's body completely, and it still penetrated from the back, but it was precisely because of this that Kirito had such a reaction, because from the beginning of his sneak attack, the opponent didn't even think about it at all.

He had to put on any defensive posture, not even raising the sword in his hand, as if he was about to stab himself in.

"Hey, nameless heroic spirit, what's your name?" A gentle tone came from above Kirito's head. He was desperate to decide the outcome with this blow, so he lowered his head when he heard this.

When he heard this gentle tone, he finally raised his head that had been lowered and looked at the face that was fighting with him just now.

Perhaps because he was about to return to the Hall of Valor, Berserker and his Master lost the shackles of the contract. The face that looked ferocious due to the violence had long since disappeared, replaced by a handsome and sunny face that could make countless girls scream with excitement.

His beautiful face and expression as calm as lake water seemed to be calling his other title - Knight of the Lake.

"Kirito Kazuto." Kirito did not address Kirito this time, but answered others' words with his real name.

"Hey, Kiritani Kazuto, can you please give me a message to King Arthur?" The berserker who regained his senses spoke, and there was no doubt in his tone of request, as if he knew that the darkness in front of him was

The se swordsman will definitely fulfill his wish for him.

"Say, Lancelot, the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur." The moment the final interpreter penetrated the opponent's body, countless memories flowed into his mind like water... Falling in love

The pain of the queen, the pain of betraying the king, the pain of killing fellow knights of the Round Table, the pain of the holy sword falling into the devil's sword, the pain of falling into the devil's path... Pain, sadness, sadness, sadness... Ah, this is called the lake

The Middle Knight——The painful life of Lancelot.

"Actually, I just want the punishment given by the king... King Arthur, if you could use your anger to judge me, then I would not fall into the devil just for this wish!" The betrayed knight was called

Lancelot, the culprit behind the round table's breach, spoke sadly to the black swordsman whom he had only met a few times until the end.

"If I can be punished by you...if you can ask for compensation from me...then I will definitely believe in atonement...I will definitely believe that one day I can find a way to forgive myself...the same should be true for the princess..."

This is the regret of a certain man and a certain woman. They embraced the same ideal as the king, but were too weak to implement this ideal. And these two people were not redeemed until their death because they betrayed

The most important people feel deep self-blame, and they have carried this self-blame for their whole lives. Who should they tell this kind of pain to, and who should blame whom in order to gain relief.

After saying these words quietly, the body of the Knight in the Lake turned into little bits of blue light, and finally disappeared under the starless night. Only the black swordsman still held the black one-handed sword and stayed there quietly.

On the ground, the body still maintains the forward thrusting motion.

After defeating a powerful heroic spirit like Berserker, some of the basic settings brought to this world from "Sword Art Online" responded. With two pleasant ringtones, Kirito's own level increased by two levels. At the same time, each

However, this should have been a very happy thing in the game world, but Kirito couldn't feel any joy, and only felt that his heart was heavy.

After spinning twice, he inserted the beloved sword that he held tightly in both hands back into the scabbard that he carried on his back. Due to the improvement in his body's level, all the wounds he had just caused healed in an instant, but he was mentally tired.

But it couldn't be healed. The battle with the Knight of the Lake and the memory of the other party suddenly came into his mind, so Kirito needed some time to slowly digest it.

Then Kirito seemed to remember something, he raised his right hand and placed it flat on his chest, and then held it in the air. The black substance slowly condensed in his hand. Finally, the black mist began to dissipate, first the black hilt, and finally the sword.

The body and the blade are all condensed into shape, like a blood-stained crimson pattern shining with an evil brilliance in the night light. From the chill radiating from the blade, it is not difficult to see that this is definitely a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation.

"Because it killed the Knights of the Round Table, it eventually became the holy sword of the Demon Sword - the Indestructible Lake Light." Kirito murmured to himself as he looked at the black Demon Sword.

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Immaculate lake light

Grade:a++

Type: Anti-personnel Noble Phantasm

Maximum catch: one person

Paired with the Sword of Promise of Victory, they are both swords entrusted to humans by the elves in the lake. Because they have the same origin, their toughness can rival that of the Sword of Promise of Victory. The swords are both engraved with elf characters. The characteristics of this sword are:

It has a brilliance like a lake shining under the moon, and a blade that will never be destroyed.

However, because it was used to kill the Knights of the Round Table, it lost its qualification as a holy sword and became a magic sword.
Chapter completed!