Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 471 It's simple, just make her green again!
Zouken Matou truly deserves the title of "500 years of perseverance." His soul was twisted over the years, but its strength was considerable. Even when tormented by various terrifying ways to die, he persevered until the 221st time before finally collapsing completely.

When the last Crest Worm was consumed, Zouken Matou's body had become a pile of rotten flesh that was no longer recognizable as human, with only faint undulations indicating that he was still alive.

"Not bad, better than Ryunosuke."

Lu Ke casually commented, and a ball of flame burned Matou Zouken's last remaining body to ashes.

Coming to Fate and not taking down the old bug is like going to The Return of the Condor Heroes and not killing Zhen Zhibing—it's a must-do quest.

Matou Kariya, standing nearby, silently took a step back. There was no other reason than that Matou Zouken's dying screams were too shrill. He found it satisfying to hear his father, who dared not resist, meet such an end, but at the same time, he became even more terrified of Lu Ke.

What kind of monster is this person?!

With a loud crash, the entire ceiling collapsed. Dimuludo carried Lancelot, whose limbs were broken, to Luke, his face beaming with what could only be described as a happy smile.

Fighting is fun!

Unburdened by messy emotions, the Master's magical power was overflowing, allowing him to maintain peak output at all times without worrying about depletion, making this battle incredibly enjoyable.

If he had known he would receive this kind of treatment, he should have come sooner.

"...Arthur!!!"

Lancelot, treated as a trophy, roared with obsession, interrupting Luke's words. His body continued to struggle, showing a strong vitality.

After Luke received the Command Seals from Kariya Matou and became his Master, he also received the same treatment as Dimurd. However, since he had already been beaten half to death by Dimurd, even if he went from a state of low mana to a state of overflowing mana, it did not change the situation.

Dimurdo's face turned cold. He grabbed Lancelot's head and slammed it hard against the ground. The force of the impact created a deep crater in the ground. The poor Lake Knight twitched twice, then lay motionless, barely breathing.

Dimuludo then knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully.

"Master, I have brought you victory."

"Of course, I saw it on the scene."

Lu Ke's lips twitched slightly. "After all, we'll be colleagues in the future. Don't you feel embarrassed about being so ruthless?"

Dimurdo looked up in surprise. "The Berserker, under the 'Berserker' spell, has lost his reason. He's just left with a sliver of obsession, isn't he?"

The implication is that there's no need to be polite or considerate with a fool.

Lu Ke pointed with his index finger to the area below Dimuludo's "tear mole," the spot where Dimuludo's eye was located.

"Have you forgotten what I do for a living?"

Dimurdo: "..."

…………

After a while.

Berserker, now back to normal, reappears before the crowd.

The black aura covering his entire body receded, revealing his original purple color. Beneath the helmet was a head of long purple hair and a handsome face filled with melancholy.

With the disappearance of "Berserk Mode", the sealed Noble Phantasm can finally be used. A clear and beautiful sword appears in his hand. It is the sister sword of "Excalibur" in Artoria's hand, named "Lake of No Regrets".

This is the real Lancelot, a man who loves justice, respects women, despises evil, and exudes romance, the strongest knight in the Knights of the Round Table.

Dimurdo touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed. "My apologies, Sir Lancelot, I just..."

"No need for further explanation. I am indeed quite irrational when I'm not in control. It's only natural to use some force in a duel between knights. Your marksmanship has left a deep impression on me. You truly deserve to be the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights, 'Radiant Face' Dimurdo."

Lancelot didn't seem angry at all; on the contrary, he praised Dimuludo highly, showing extraordinary composure.

"However, I wasn't at my peak during the battle just now, so your victory was somewhat unfair. How about we have another chance to fight later?"

"Of course, fighting you when you've lost your mind is exhilarating but lacks excitement. I'd love to experience the martial arts of the 'Knight of the Lake'."

Dimuludo nodded seriously, then added confidently.

"However, even if we fight again, I won't lose!"

Lancelot smiled slightly and said no more, a mutual appreciation showing between them.

Luke: He just said that minotaurs have a common language!
"Berserker, you...you really are Berserker?"

Seeing Berserker like this for the first time, Kariya Matou was quite surprised, but Lancelot didn't even glance at this former Master, not even giving him a chance to look at him.

Lancelot clearly did not acknowledge Kariya Matou as his Master, who had added the "Madness" spell without authorization, thus violating the nature of a Servant. He simply accepted Luke as his Master and knelt down to swear an oath.

"My name is Lancelot, and I descend upon this battle as the Berserker. I will become the sword in your hand, and I will help you achieve... ultimate victory."

His last sentence was somewhat forced; he still retained the memories of his berserk state and knew that the Saber in this Holy Grail War was his former king—Artoria Pendragon.

"That sounds like a stretch, Xiaolan. Don't you have any confidence in winning this victory for me?"

Lu Ke patted him on the shoulder like they were best buddies, and bullied the honest man relentlessly.

"If Master wants, winning the Holy Grail War single-handedly shouldn't be too difficult."

Lancelot sighed, a rather helpless expression on his face.

"I can do what I'm capable of, but if I have to do everything myself and take on all the responsibilities... wouldn't my subordinates be useless?"

Lu Ke looked disappointed. "Xiao Lan, I had high expectations for you."

Upon hearing this, Dimuludo couldn't help but step forward, volunteering to take on the task and brandishing his two pistols.

"My lord, I have unwavering confidence in victory! I will win the Holy Grail for you!"

Lu Ke gave Dimu Ludo an annoyed look. "Get out of the way. I'm asking Ran. Oh, and I said to take Matou Kariya out too, so he doesn't die."

After a dejected Dimurdo left with the half-dead Yanye, Lancelot finally sighed.

"I'm really sorry, Master. I'm fine with other Servants, but if it comes to Saber... I'm afraid I'm not confident of winning."

Rather than saying they lacked confidence in winning, it's more accurate to say they never even considered winning in the first place.

"Since you once took the form of Fujimaru Ritsuka and became my Master in the future, you should know enough about my life story."

Lancelot is a perfect knight of the charge, but he has a unique appreciation for married women and often gets into many romantic escapades with the less conservative Knights of the Round Table, such as Drizzt and Gawain.

However, while other knights at most started their relationships with noble ladies and wives, he, as the chief knight, was bolder and went straight for Queen Guinevere, King Arthur's queen.

After the truth came out, Artoria not only did not execute the two, but also showed them leniency, which was completely opposite to Finn's scheming to kill Dimurdo.

However, King Arthur's attitude of condoning the betrayal caused him to lose popular support, and the Knights of the Round Table fell apart. In addition, Britain was already declining from its peak and was plagued by many internal and external troubles. This incident ignited the entire country, which then went on to rebel and perish.

The root cause of this matter may not lie with Lancelot, but the immediate cause is undoubtedly him.

Lancelot longed to be executed by King Arthur, Artoria, who was both a monarch and a victim, in order to alleviate his guilt. This was the main reason why he answered the Holy Grail's call.

Lu Ke casually delivered the killing blow: "If you're referring to the fact that you cuckolded King Arthur, you don't need to be your Master to know that; it's common knowledge in modern times." *Pfft*

Lancelot felt as if he had been pierced by a sword, his entire body turned to stone, and the words "everyone knows" echoed repeatedly in his mind, filling him with unbearable shame.

"Actually, I don't think you need to blame yourself so much. It's not your fault that this happened."

Luke patted Lancelot on the shoulder to comfort him.

Lancelot looked puzzled, yet with a yearning for relief, and asked, "This... besides me, who else is at fault?"

"Come, sit down."

Luke led Lancelot upstairs, where they sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room. He took out a glass of red wine from the cupboard, poured it, and struck a pose as if discussing cuckoldry over wine.

"King Arthur Artoria, despite not being a man, insisted on marrying Guinevere, leaving the young woman alone in her chambers. He even formed a knightly order under her command, forcing her to spend all her time with a group of handsome, strong, and vigorous knights. Was that wrong?"

Lancelot quickly shook his head, "It's nothing more than a political marriage and a necessity for military power, Wang Wucuo."

Lu Ke raised his glass of red wine, took a small sip, and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"As Queen of Britain, Guinevere's every word and action represents the face of Great Britain. With such a heavy status and responsibility, how could she not fulfill her duties as a wife? Is that wrong?"

Lancelot coughed lightly, "It was mainly because I seduced my sister-in-law... The Queen is not at fault."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ke frowned, put down his wine glass, and rested his chin on his hands.

"The great mage Merlin raised Artoria from childhood, helped her form the Knights of the Round Table, handled political affairs, and placed her on the throne. Despite possessing EX-level clairvoyance, the ability to see through the present, he remained silent about your affair with Guinevere, your betrayal of Mordred, and the hidden dangers facing Great Britain. Was he wrong?"

After a moment's thought, Lancelot shook his head again. "The fault lies not with Merlin, but with Mordred and me who did these things. He is not at fault."

"What about Tristan, who bluntly said 'the king doesn't understand people' and exacerbated the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table? Morgan, the wicked concubine who fanned the flames and failed to restrain Mordred? And what about the other treacherous officials who took advantage of the turmoil to stir up trouble?"

“They’re all just minor issues,” Lancelot replied with a sigh.

Luke slammed his hand on the table, looking at Lancelot with exasperation. He had given him so many chances to make excuses, yet Lancelot still didn't take the opportunity to shift the blame. If it weren't for Mash's sake, he would have given this clueless knight a good beating.

So, who is really at fault?

Lancelot pointed sadly to himself: "All the sins are on me."

It was his seduction of his sister-in-law that caused his brothers to dislike him, his underlings to rebel, his eldest brother to be unable to control them, and his son to take the opportunity to usurp the throne. It was all his fault!

"Tsk, are you Tokiomi or Angolan Manuel?"

Lu Ke couldn't help but complain, but after thinking about it for a moment, he changed his attitude and nodded in agreement.

"You're right. After all, you cheated on your boss, so it wouldn't be appropriate not to let King Arthur retaliate."

Lancelot said sadly, "That's right, so please allow me to die at Saber's hands during my battle with her, to atone for my sins."

Luke shook his head seriously and looked at Lancelot solemnly: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are my knight now. As your master, how can I let you die because of grudges from your past life?"

Lancelot felt a warmth in his heart and was deeply moved: "You don't despise a knight like me who betrayed you, and you try your best to exonerate me. You also cherish your subordinates so much. It is my good fortune to serve such a gentle Master as you..."

“But if I do not atone for my sins to my king, I will find it difficult to resolve my inner conflict. Please do not try to persuade me any further.”

“I’m not advising you, but I think your method of atonement is wrong,” Lu Ke replied meaningfully.

"This... could you please point out what's wrong?"

“You cuckolded King Arthur, but you didn’t kill him. There’s no reason for you to pay with your life. Artoria didn’t want to kill you, so forcing her to do it will only make her suffer more, even if you resolve your inner conflict.” Luke earnestly advised.

Lancelot paused for a moment, unable to immediately refute it, as what he said did indeed make some sense.

He humbly lowered his head and earnestly asked Lu Ke, "In that case, Master, how do you think I should atone for my sins?"

"It's very simple, just give and take."

Lu Ke coughed lightly, "Since you've made your lord so powerful, then let her make your lord powerful too, that's all."

Lancelot: "..."

It took him a while to understand the logic of that sentence; he was a little confused and his tone was dazed.

“But…King Arthur is the lord I serve.”

How can she be so arrogant?

As he spoke, Lancelot's voice gradually lowered, and he realized that he now seemed to have a master to serve. He silently raised his head and saw his newly recognized master beaming with joy and speaking in a lighthearted tone.

"It's out of necessity. Since I'm your Master, I can only let King Arthur take me away as atonement."

Lu Ke patted his chest forcefully, his face full of tragic emotion, looking like he was sacrificing himself for a greater cause.

However, he did want to try things like pliers, furnaces, and water pumps.

Lancelot: "..."

How can a person be so shameless?!

…………

church.

With a somber expression, Kiritsugu Emiya walked out the door with Irisviel.

Just now, after Matou Zouken transformed into a Crest Worm and moved away, he immediately sent his familiar to chase and monitor him. However, as soon as they arrived at the Matou residence, the only image that came from the servant was a fleeting glimpse of a red demonic spear, and then the view was cut off.

But this still conveys enough information.

Lancer has been captured by Caster, and it's highly likely that Berserker will be captured as well.

With the strongest Servant and two other powerful Servants gathered together, even Saber, with her sword sheath, probably has no chance of winning.

Caster's speed in action is astonishing; he recruited two Servants on the very second day. If he were to let them grow unchecked, the outcome of this Holy Grail War would be a foregone conclusion.

We must find a way to gather information about Caster: the planned future events, his life story, his potential weaknesses, and most importantly, who his Master is...

At this moment, his wife let go of him, smiled, and took Saber's hand as they waited to come out, speaking gently.

"Saber, thank you for waiting here all this time."

Saber's tone softened slightly as she addressed Irisviel: "It's alright, it's what I should do, Irisviel."

Kiritsugu Emiya silently observed, looking at the white-haired, red-eyed, exquisitely beautiful android and the elegant woman in a suit, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally made up his mind.

"Alice, I need you to do something for me..."

(End of this chapter)