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How badly was the king injured back then that he had to be beaten? He was probably close to having his spirit foundation shattered, right?

I'm no human being...

Volume 1: Chapter 164 Conan: Uncle, Uncle, where are you~~~

"He blasted apart the sea of ​​clouds from a distance with just his physical strength?"

Just like when Genos and the bald Demon King sparred, and the Demon King punched through the mountain from a distance, Genos felt the same way.

At that moment, both Leonardo da Vinci and Dr. Roman were deeply moved.

Even though an investigation has been conducted and Xiao Hei has cooperated in the verification, Xiao Hei is still a caster, or at least a half-caster.

Strength is E, just like Ilya's, and among the three physical parameters, durability is only C.

E is because the lowest is only E. Xiao Hei may not be the upper limit of E-rank strength, and it is impossible to ask others to show their Noble Phantasm to meet their experimental needs.

Therefore, they have been calculating the parameters of the world's Servants as high as possible.

result.....

"We underestimated it."

Dr. Roman sighed softly.

Lancelot isn't in Berserk mode yet. All three of his stats are A (A) for Agility and B (B) for Strength and Endurance, yet he still has such exaggerated performance.

In a simple dwelling built on one side.

"Holy crap, is that Lancelot?"

Ayanokouji and Kazuma, who had just woken up, rubbed their eyes and came out, staring blankly through the hole in the factory building at the huge gap in the sky and the sea of ​​clouds.

His physical prowess is far superior to Cú Chulainn's, second only to the Mad King Hound, Hercules, and Lord Cinder.

And...it seems he didn't go berserk?

Deep within dimensions.

"It's dawn? Time flows at the same rate as in reality."

Dimensional depth.

A group of sleepy, yawning witnesses suddenly perked up, looked at the sky, and gasped: "Wow, what happened last night? Why did Xiaolan suddenly become so fierce?"

"Where is the Holy Grail War referee? He's obviously on drugs. Oh, the referee got killed. Oh well, that's fine then."

"What's with this purplish-blue armor? Where's that cool, jet-black heavy armor?"

Looking at that gentle and refined knight, the Earthling almost didn't recognize him.

"The parameters have also decreased: Strength B, Endurance B, Agility A."

"Nonsense, he's clearly not in Berserk mode anymore, and he should be a full-fledged Servant now, right?"

"If you lose again, don't come up with an excuse. The strongest Round Table should at least have a top-tier Servant, right?"

Xiao Tongtong muttered, "I came in without eating, don't disappoint me."

"These three physical parameters are the same: agility and strength are the same, and endurance is one level higher. This is the configuration of a top-tier Servant. The key is that the inherent skills and Noble Phantasm are very strong. Even without Berserk mode, the Magic Resistance has been restored to B-rank."

Asuna analyzed the situation calmly.

And it also has two A++ Noble Phantasms.

"It seems that Chaldea has truly accumulated enough strength."

Black Cat sighed, then waved his hand: "Then I'll log off now to make breakfast for my sister."

A red-haired female office worker on the other side asked in surprise, "Are you still students? Don't you go to school?"

She actually only comes when she has free time. She has a maid dragon at home who comes to see her husband, and he drives her directly to the company in the morning, saving her a lot of time.

But where do students find the time?

"Going to school, the homework is to write reflections, write down your insights and information."

Mai Sakurajima's younger sister, Kazuka Toyohama, couldn't help but complain, "I seriously suspect that some big shots are trying to take advantage of our gains."

"You know what, it's actually possible."

Black Cat, upon hearing this, didn't log off and nodded in strong agreement.

I don't know about magic in other worlds, but in their world, magic isn't something you can just pile on with money and power.

No matter how much those people boast about their noble lineage, they don't use birds in their magic tricks.

Geniuses can emerge from the very bottom of the magic system. No matter how rich, powerful, or from a thousand-year-old family, a magician who is useless is still useless.

Moreover, current statistics clearly show that teenagers and working professionals are progressing the fastest.

So it's not surprising that those people use their public power to set quotas for universities, freeload off students' work, and then collect it all.

They might even apply for a patent, and they'll have to pay patent fees for the knowledge they've developed themselves.

"So you guys..."

Kobayashi asked in surprise, "You really handed it in?"

"How could that be? We're not idiots, okay?"

Black Cat was speechless. Were those big shots out of their minds? They were just poor, not stupid.

"At least spend some money; it's too disgusting to try and get something for nothing."

"Yes."

Many students and working professionals have expressed their complaints.

Who can't see the future trend now? The era of magic has arrived. Many research institutes are springing up like mushrooms after rain, and even high-ranking officials in the country have begun to discuss establishing public magic academies or adding magic as a major course for students.

There aren't many real magicians these days, which is why the project hasn't been officially launched.

Who would give away their precious knowledge for free? Even if you integrate it and grant them access based on their contributions, they would certainly be willing to integrate resources and improve through exchange. Who would be willing to give it away for free and support them like royalty?

.......

Inside the factory.

Even the knight in purple armor stared blankly at his fist.

So strong.

It was a completely different concept from the past. The release of that power was like compressing all the power of a superior dragon species that was hundreds of meters long into a mere human body.

Is this the power possessed by the Servants of this world?

"It seems that the calculations on the physical attributes of Servants have to be completely overturned; they were too conservative..."

Roman and Leonardo da Vinci exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit annoyed.

Even with a human body size and only one-tenth the strength of a whale, a human weighing tens of tons could kill any whale behemoth like a dog.

Lancelot's performance, in terms of explosive power, is probably measured in tens of millions of tons, and it wouldn't be surprising if his maximum explosive power exceeded 100 million tons. His speed would be even more exaggerated.

"As expected of the legendary Knight of the Lake, even ordinary Servants in this world do not possess such terrifying divine power, right?"

Da Vinci wiped his sweat, realizing he needed to strengthen his protection.

This world is so unfriendly to those with a fragile build.

"You flatter me. I am but a guilty man."

Wearing a magnificent and luxurious purple heavy armor, with his scattered purple hair, Lancelot looked melancholy and smiled helplessly, "Before you, the omnipotent one, I can only offer a little bit of help."

"Too modest, truly a perfect knight."

The atmosphere was pleasant as Leonardo da Vinci and Lancelot engaged in their traditional mutual flattery.

At this time.

"Lancelot?!"

Startled, Gudako realized what was happening and frowned as she looked at the knight in the purple armor: "You're Lancelot? The strongest Knight of the Round Table who cuckolded King Arthur?"

Within the magic array.

“…”

Lancelot's smile froze, his melancholy eyes growing even more so. But to be honest, he was getting used to it, and he nodded resignedly, "I am."

"Really... that's quite a coincidence."

Gudako gave a forced smile.

The one she knew was the one shrouded in ominous black aura, dressed in heavy black armor, who chased her like a mad dog.

You beast, I almost didn't recognize you after you changed your identity.

"Oh, it really is you, the noble, kind, and loyal Knight of the Lake?"

Even a fool could hear the sarcasm in Fujimaru Ritsuka's gritted teeth.

"I don't know what I did to offend this lady, but you're right..."

The purple-haired knight seemed to have been violated by someone, and said dejectedly, "I am just a villain who betrayed his monarch and is not worthy of being called a knight. I responded to the Holy Grail in order to be punished by the king. This is my only wish. I have no desire for the Holy Grail and it should not conflict with the lady's desire."

"Are you sure your goal is to get King Arthur's punishment, and not to kill King Arthur, the aggrieved party?"

Gudako's teeth are grinding so hard they're practically sparking.

Damn, I really couldn't tell at all.

If I were to become King Arthur, you would beat me to death like a mad dog, as if it were a blood feud or the theft of my wife.

Your wish is probably to respond to the Holy Grail and kill your victim, isn't it?

That's shameless! No wonder he's such a famous figure.

"Be careful what you say, ma'am."

Lancelot was furious, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Lancelot is just a worthless and despicable person. You can criticize and despise him as you please, but please do not slander the king. The king's nobility and ideals are beyond your comprehension."

As we all know, the Knights of the Round Table all held that ideal king in high esteem and affection, who was selfless, fair to everyone, and longed for even commoners to smile.

Their time was a barbaric era when moral standards were just beginning to be established under the influence of Christianity, and when people were just beginning to be told that killing without cause was wrong, stealing was wrong, robbery was wrong...

Saber's moral standards were far ahead of their time, so perfect that she seemed like a saint. Even those who followed her couldn't understand her, and one of them said, "My king, you don't understand people's hearts."

In European philosophy, humanity is referred to as animality, which is considered human nature in Eastern philosophy. In European philosophy, humanity is called divinity.

Simply put, the good side of humanity is called divinity, and the negative side is called humanity.

To put it bluntly, it means that King Arthur was unaware of the negative aspects of human nature, too fair, too impartial, and too rational, and therefore did not give them preferential treatment.

It was difficult for people of that era to understand.

But this perfect, ideal king can be both aloof and inspiring awe and reverence.

It's no exaggeration to say that every Knight of the Round Table is a master chef.

At this point, Lancelot's ability to suppress his anger was a testament to the fact that he hadn't lost his memories and had been trained to do so.

"No, I have no problem with Saber. I have a problem with you, and I criticize you."

Gudako retorted confidently, "While King Arthur was preoccupied with state affairs, you went to his backyard to share his wife's burdens, day and night... That night you held Guinevere's..."

Gudako spoke with great enthusiasm and vividness, almost incorporating the plot of the frivolous bishoujo game she was playing, until Roman coughed awkwardly and looked at Lancelot, who was trembling with anger, and snorted: "Agraven brought the adultery-catching team to carry out justice, and you resisted the law, punched Agraven to death, wiped out the adultery-catching team, leaving only Mordred seriously injured and escaping with her life, and directly seriously injured Camelot, and you still have the nerve to say you crave punishment, if you really wanted to, you should have committed suicide back then."

Lancelot swayed slightly, his face turning a deep purplish-red, but... but...

He slumped down, his entire spirit seemingly drained, a morbid, strange smile on his face, as if he were about to cry: "Yes, it's all my fault. I caused Camelot's destruction, caused the King to die in despair, but..."

"...Only a little!"

The melancholy purple-haired knight was pale and his face was contorted with pain: "All the blame lies with me. I was moved by the Queen of the Moon's lonely and painful face and couldn't help but comfort her every day... But the Queen, I, and Janivir are innocent. We adhered to the bottom line and only communicated spiritually. There was never anything impure between us."

That pain was contagious. Whether it was Roman, Leonardo da Vinci, or the Ayanokoji trio who appeared out of nowhere, they could all feel each other's respect and admiration for King Arthur, and their deep feelings for the Queen. ...Hmm, why does this sound so strange?

Gudako's eyes lit up at this: "Tell me in detail how you comfort me day and night."

"Ritsuka, be serious."

After saying this, Leonardo da Vinci patted the knight on the shoulder reassuringly.

Its once majestic form, which stood like a towering sacred mountain, now swayed precariously under the gentle patting.