Type-Moon: Root Seiko

However, Ryougi and Artoria beat them to it, fighting their way through Camelot to the execution ground, where they faced King Arthur from Lancelot's memories.

Although he knew it was very inappropriate, Luo Zhen couldn't help himself.

"Artoria. The Holy Sword version of you is truly..."

“‘Rhongomyniad’!” She didn’t give Rōjin a chance to finish his sentence.

The Holy Lance Noble Phantasm has already been unleashed.

Caught off guard, King Arthur on the other side quickly unleashed his Holy Sword Noble Phantasm as well.

When the Holy Lance's beam cannon clashed with the Holy Sword's beam cannon, the Holy Lance, with its infinite mana supply buff, clearly prevailed.

King Arthur, with his sword in hand, was enveloped in a beam of light, receiving the same treatment as his Round Table subordinates, all while looking utterly bewildered.

Artoria turned her head: "Rozen, what were you trying to say? The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you."

"...It's really amazing. The Holy Sword version of you was both beautiful and handsome, and the Holy Lance version of you, now grown up, is an absolute goddess. I'm completely captivated."

Luo Zhen was not lying at all; every word he said was sincere!

Artoria nodded in satisfaction.

Then, smiling, he said, "I'll tell Orange and the others."

...How is it that this Knight King doesn't understand human nature?

Luo Zhen had no idea who was pursuing whom; he really felt like he was about to be conquered by this incredibly charming older sister.

Chapter 111 Artoria Also Combines (4k)

The execution ground where Princess Guinevere was to be executed was now empty.

Most of the well-known Knights of the Round Table in the city became speed bumps, which Artoria crushed over them.

King Arthur, who shouldn't be here, was mercilessly transformed into Saber by Lord Holy Lance.

People can't even empathize with themselves in another parallel world... Oh, that's pretty normal.

Artoria truly had no intention of empathizing with herself, who had always wielded the Holy Sword; Lancelot's betrayal was truly despicable.

“Having committed such a grave crime,” Artoria said, “no matter how justifiable the reasons, no matter how much the king himself is indebted, for the sake of the nation’s stability, the sinner must remain a sinner.”

Artoria dismounted her warhorse.

She waved her cloak and turned to face the shadow covered in black mud.

She remained as pure as ever: "I am the same in this respect. Before the greater cause of [Britain], you and I are both pawns and symbols that can be sacrificed."

"Therefore I agree with your indignation toward me, Lord Lancelot, who wields the holy sword."

"Therefore, I will kill you here."

"[...Arthur...?]"

The black-clad berserker Lancelot had clearly lost the rationality to discern the current situation.

He was trapped in his painful memories, repeating them over and over again.

He repeatedly stormed Camelot, killing his compatriots and storming execution grounds.

Then he was killed by his own king again and again, achieving the ending he desired.

In the process, he continuously becomes a vessel for the corrupt spiritual veins, growing stronger.

Then he imagined an even more powerful Camelot and an even more powerful king to kill him.

...But this was ultimately just a castle in the air; he couldn't imagine things he had never seen before.

The Knight King wielding the Holy Lance.

This is a greatness that he, in the pan-human history, could never have imagined.

"Rozen," Artoria whispered, "use me."

"Are you sure?" Luo Zhen asked. "You can make your own decision. I'll wait for you."

She gently shook her head: "There's nothing to say to my old friend who has been tainted by the black mud and has become a vessel of filth."

"Now I understand why I, the one wielding the sword, attacked first. She was indeed seeking death; a heroic spirit corrupted by 'all the evil of this world,' even pity seems superfluous."

That's true.

Luo Zhen also thought of the first corrupted Saber (sword soldier) to be dispatched from the silicified point after Fuyuki City became a singularity.

That was indeed King Arthur wielding the Holy Sword.

She only vented her violence from beginning to end, without any further communication.

Even though she was tainted by the black mud, she still maintained control over her core self and did not indulge in any obsessions or delusions.

To say that such a king doesn't understand people's hearts is indeed true.

That makes things easier. Luo Zhen reached out his hand to Artoria.

She placed her hand on Luo Zhen's and accepted his invitation.

"Spirit Origin Reload – The Holy Lance of the End (Artoria)."

While Lancelot's chaotic mind was still wondering, "How did the king grow up?"

The King of Knights then entrusted everything he had to the man beside him.

Luo Zhen controlled Artoria's massive spirit origin, gently dissecting and reshaping it.

As expected, because she used the Holy Lance for a long time, Artoria's soul tended more towards the Lance.

That's good; Luo Zhen also has some experience with guns.

It might be smoother to use than a sword, so let's imitate the design of her holy lance and make it even more magnificent.

Artoria: "My dear Master. I think you should know that I can now sense your thoughts and feelings, right?"

"Don't you like it?" Luo Zhen asked.

“‘I didn’t say I didn’t like it.’” Knight King Big Sister replied with both tolerance and gentleness.

She entrusted everything to Luo Zhen, her thoughts becoming completely one with him.

If Luo Zhen wanted, he could completely erase her self-awareness and transform her into a weapon—and then he could enhance her even further.

But Luo Zhen carefully preserved all of her individuality, completely merging with her.

This tenderness, which could be described as excessive, and the care that felt like being completely enveloped, was like swimming in the inner sea of ​​stars...

No wonder he is the son of the Root, no wonder he evokes the Root's possessiveness.

Such a great soul, yet it did not develop in any way toward the principles of divinity, and always maintained the form of a human being.

How did he manage to do that? How much must he love her?

"Then I'll take this rare opportunity to enjoy being loved," the Knight King chuckled.

"Yes, enjoy it to the fullest." Luo Zhen nodded. "This is what you deserve after you've worked hard to live."

Good people who work hard should be rewarded; this is Luo Zhen's belief.

He was also very willing to be rewarded.

"【€€€€Arthur!!!】"

The berserker on the other side finally realized what was happening.

He clearly didn't know what was happening, but he knew that his king was being used by someone else.

What an offense! I must take it back!

The armor covering his limbs rippled like water, emitting the playful whispers of elves.

The berserker drew the holy sword, corrupted by black mud, known as "Aroundight," the "Indestructible Lake Light."

Its blade was like the surface of a lake shimmering under the moonlight, calm, understated yet dazzling... but now it is only murky black.

It possesses the characteristic of never being damaged no matter what attack it suffers, just like its master's perfect temperament as a knight.

The berserker let out a beastly roar and pounced on Luo Zhen!

Behind him surged waves of black mud, the corrupted spiritual veins engulfing the magnificent city of Camelot.

The moment Luo Zhen's newly formed holy spear made contact with the corrupted holy sword, it was immediately engulfed and contaminated by the overwhelming black mud.

"The Holy Lance, set anchor!" Rōzō and Artoria said in unison, "The Lance that shines at the end (Rhongomyniad)!"

The Holy Lance, unleashed at point-blank range, stirred up a raging storm at the edge of the world, forcefully blowing away the black mud that covered the entire Realm Barrier!

If it were just Artoria, no matter how pure and strong her heart was as a Heroic Spirit, her Spirit Origin would eventually be corrupted by an overwhelming amount of black mud, and she would be controlled against her will.

But Luo Zhen wouldn't.

Through the fusion of spirit origins, Rōjin took on the burden of Artoria's exposure to the black mud and endured the endless curse.

The berserker, who had lost his mind, ignored all of this; he was no longer able to recognize the current situation.

As he was blown away by the Holy Lance's raging storm, he instinctively extended the ribbon-like tentacles on his back, which had become assimilated with the black mud, and dragged himself to the ground, while the Yangtze River Welding Machine slashed fiercely at Luo Zhen.

Chime!