Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

"It's not that impressive, it's just the limit of some power. If you had my power, you could probably do much better than I do now."

Du Can knew that his cultivation level in other worlds was not very high, but the ultimate punch he delivered by combining the systems of several worlds was indeed far more powerful than that of someone at the same level.

However, he still didn't think it was anything serious.

After all, in the myriad realms, anyone without the power to shatter a star with a single punch is not considered a strong person.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Berserker!"

Nearby, Artoria was still fighting the black Berserker. Artoria was very strong, but her opponent was no weakling either. For a time, it was impossible to determine a winner.

Seeing this, Du Can waved his hand, and a drop of water shimmering with spiritual light flew towards the black Berserker.

Those were dewdrops embodying the concept of "longing for someone until their eyes are dry," which bears some resemblance to the complex emotions Berserker is currently experiencing as he descends into madness.

The black Berserker possesses boundless martial arts training, naturally enabling it to dodge and counter some arrows shot from afar. However, this drop of dew contains no killing intent whatsoever, and even if one wanted to dodge it, one could not, as it has built-in tracking.

In an instant, the dew touched the helmet on the black Berserker's head and then quickly melted into it.

Then, the crazed Berserker regained some of his senses.

Then, he simply dropped the black holy sword he had been holding.

Finally, he knelt down directly in front of Artoria.

"My king! I am guilty! Please whip me!"

"what?"

Artoria was a little puzzled when she saw the crazed Berserker suddenly stop attacking.

"what?"

She became even more confused after seeing the other person suddenly kneel in front of her.

"what?"

Then, after hearing the other person say that, I was filled with even more questions.

"Huh? Hu ...

Finally, she realized that the other person's voice sounded familiar, and after thinking for a moment, she immediately understood.

"Is that Lord Lancelot?"

Chapter 100 Lancelot and Artoria

Lancelot, the famous minotaur in the Arthurian legends. A transnational inheritor of Emperor Wu of Wei's will. He would go to great lengths for his elder brother, but betrayed him for his sister-in-law.

He was originally a knight of noble character, but later he actually coveted Queen Guinevere, the wife of King Arthur, and fell in love with her.

After being discovered by others, he even went berserk and murdered his colleague, Gareth, a Knight of the Round Table, indirectly leading to the destruction of King Arthur's kingdom of Camelot.

In the normal world, this would be considered a complete black mark on one's history.

But this is the Type-Moon world.

As is widely known, in the Type-Moon universe, King Arthur is a woman.

Lancelot's actions are somewhat complicated.

Could it be that he actually coveted not King Arthur's wife Guinevere, but King Arthur himself?

"My king! I am guilty! Please punish me!"

Lancelot, who had been in a frenzy but has now calmed down, is kneeling before Artoria, constantly repenting.

“Lord Lancelot, the blame for the destruction of the kingdom does not lie with you, but with me. If I had not inherited the throne, but instead allowed someone more capable than me to become king, he would have undoubtedly led the country to a better tomorrow.”

"No, that's not it. In my eyes, you are the most perfect king. All the blame lies with us knights for failing to fulfill your wishes."

Artoria and Lancelot are performing the art of self-blame, taking all the blame upon themselves.

Weber, standing nearby, couldn't help but complain, "These two, the legendary King Arthur and Knight Lancelot, do they both have a rebuttal personality? Why do they want to argue with whatever the other person says?"

"It feels more like what is called 'intropunitive response' in psychology, which is a self-blaming personality."

Du Can gave a brief analysis.

"Both of them attributed the destruction of the Kingdom of Camelot to themselves, and even blamed themselves for the mistakes of others. This is the self-blaming personality type."

Du Can spoke quite loudly, and everyone around him heard him.

After hearing Du Can deliberately speak loudly, Artoria and Lancelot also stopped.

Artoria frowned and asked, "Lord Ye Fan, as the king, I bear an unshirkable responsibility for the destruction of the Kingdom of Camelot. Although Lord Lancelot made some mistakes, if I had noticed them earlier and corrected them in time, perhaps everything would have been different."

Lancelot said, “No! My king! If it weren’t for my betrayal, the Kingdom of Camelot would not have fallen! It was I who stained that pure white jade with indelible blood! All the evidence is on me! Please punish me! Do not forgive my sins! A sinner like me should die by your sword!”

The two started arguing again, each taking the blame for the crime.

"See that? The two of them are at it again."

Irisviel, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ye Fan, how would you judge the evidence against Leah and Mr. Lancelot?"

"How would I know? I'm not a Camelot."

Du Can simply waved his hands.

“Hey, you two, stop blaming yourselves now. Blaming yourselves like this is no different from shirking responsibility.”

"So, according to what Lord Ye Fan said, what is the solution?"

Artoria was having a bit of a headache. She was already prepared to shoulder the heavy burden of fate and single-handedly lift up the city of Camelot.

Now someone has come to share the blame with her, but she doesn't want to pass the buck to someone else. She wants to take the blame herself.

Lord Lancelot's act of taking the blame from her—is this a complete disregard for her as queen? Does he think a queen cannot bear the fate of others?

Lancelot, standing to the side, was speechless. He had already admitted his mistake, but his king kept saying he was right and that it was all her fault.

My king, are you completely unwilling to forgive me? What use is my life then? I might as well just commit suicide right now!

"Why don't you two work for me from now on? I can't solve your problems right now, but maybe I'll find a way to reverse time and send you back to the Kingdom of Camelot. Or I can summon your Knights of the Round Table and let them judge your sins. What do you say?"

Reversing time could potentially alter history, and in this world, the fixed past is theoretically not allowed to be changed.

Any changes could potentially cause huge problems.

For example, the legendary decline of Camelot seems to be a crucial historical juncture, a situation that, once triggered, could potentially change the entire world, and theoretically, it is absolutely unchangeable.

But since Du Can doesn't exist on the timeline anyway, he can change it however he wants.

If you're so capable, have the Counterforce send someone to snipe him!

After hearing this, Artoria thought for a moment.

She might not believe it if someone else had said it.

But Du Can had made such a big move before that he almost caused a major disaster... no, he had already caused a major disaster, and then he started to repair it.

With such immense power, perhaps there truly is a time when she can be sent back to the past city of Camelot and correct all the mistakes that have not yet occurred.

It felt like the chances of fulfilling her wish were much greater than with the Holy Grail, which used Servants as fuel and made her feel somewhat disgusted.

It must be said that, under any circumstances, strong strength is the best proof and passport.

It is far more appealing than some of the empty and pretentious Holy Grail.

"Lord Ye Fan, your proposal is very appealing to me. But I'm sorry, I must explain this to my Master first."

Artoria is still a Servant, and although she dislikes Kiritsugu Emiya, she does need to explain this to him.

“Your Majesty is right. I also have a Master to serve now, Mr. Ye Fan. Please allow me to inform him.”

Although Lancelot was in a state of madness before, he still had a clear perception of the outside world and naturally knew Du Can's capabilities.

But he didn't have high hopes for returning to Camelot or seeing his old friends; in fact, he was somewhat resistant to it.

After all, he felt too ashamed to go back.

However, since our king seems willing to join them, he will surely follow in the king's footsteps and join them as well.

"Alice, can you get in touch with Kiritsugu?"

Artoria asked Irisviel this question.

Irisviel immediately pulled a cell phone out of her pocket in a panic, then looked at it from left to right, but couldn't understand it at all.

"Lia, how do I use this?"

Irisviel, a modern person, even consulted Artoria, an ancient person.

Lancelot, who was standing nearby, was also preparing to jump off the golden spaceship and follow the connection of the contract to find Matou Kariya.

"You two don't need to bother. I'll just bring your Masters over, won't that solve the problem?"

With a quick scan, Du Can immediately spotted Emiya Kiritsugu setting up a sniper rifle on the mountainside, ready to aim at them, and Matou Kariya watching intently from behind a rock.

Come here!

Chapter 101 I want the other Servants too!

Du Can used his palm-drawing technique to attract the two people over.

During this time, Kariya Matou did not put up any resistance.

Kiritsugu Emiya put up a resistance, but when he realized it was futile, he outwardly stopped resisting, though he probably still had plans in mind.

The two were quickly sucked onto the golden spaceship.

"Kiritsugu!"

Irisviel quickly stepped forward and embraced Kiritsugu Emiya, whose face did not look too good.

"Master!"

Lancelot also gave a slight response to his Master.

"Alice, tell me everything that happened."

"Berserker, you can actually talk now?"