Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"You bastard, what are you doing! Let go!"

With an angry roar, two paper bags containing hamburgers and fried chicken clattered to the ground, and a chilling glint flashed in those dark golden eyes. A sharp sword light slashed horizontally.

"when!"

Samael instinctively grabbed the holy spear in front of him to block the angry blow and began to explain.

"Wait, Artoria, let me explain, this is a misunderstanding..."

But the moment the blonde girl's eyes met those of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, her pupils contracted sharply, her eyes turned crimson, and her cold, beautiful face instantly twisted into a frenzied, distorted expression. Her low, suppressed murmurs were like the roar of a raging dragon.

"Arthur!!"

"Buzz!"

At the same time, Artoria gripped the hilt of the Holy Sword with both hands, stepped back to gather strength, raised her arms high, and a terrifying red and black ethereal turbulence erupted around her. A spiraling red and black beam of light pierced through the heavens and earth, and pressed down with overwhelming force.

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Chapter 162 Two Kings Arthur? (4.2k)

Holy Lance, weigh anchor!

In the narrow alley, the Holy Lance Rungomniyade on the ground was grasped by a fair hand and swung out with lightning speed, accompanied by a sharp bang, directly striking the oncoming red and black pillar of light.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening clang of metal, a torrent of red, black, and dark gold ether surged in all directions, scattering clouds in the sky and creating a terrifying void. The blue brick floor beneath their feet instantly turned to dust, and radiating cracks appeared in all directions.

Moments later, the sandstorm, swept up by the colorful ethereal tide, dissipated under some kind of pressure, and the dust settled.

It was actually all-out effort!

If it weren't for the Holy Lance in his hand, which has the power to maintain the barrier and anchor the ground, the blow the two of them just exchanged would have at least given Fuyuki City a half-parted haircut.

Samael held the Holy Lance in one hand and embraced Irisviel, who was also within the attack range, with the other. His vertical pupils opened and closed slowly as he looked around at the alleyway that had been reduced to ruins. His face turned cold and his eyes became sinister.

"Artoria, you've gone mad!"

"Arthur!!"

However, from the dissipating dust came the sharp sound of armor plates rubbing together. The knight king, dressed in jet-black knight armor and wearing a half-covered red and black visor, like a dragon driven to madness, raised his filthy red and black holy sword, which exuded an ominous aura, and let out an angry roar.

"Go to hell!!"

Seeing that his rebuke not only failed to awaken the berserk Artoria, but instead made the Knight King even more insane, Samael's expression turned solemn, and he immediately raised his Holy Lance to meet the attack.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Swords and spears clashed, sparks flying everywhere, and bursts of magical energy, like sharp swords, repeatedly plowed through the ravaged ground, sending up waves of dust.

The holy sword in Artoria's hand was like a giant battering ram, each strike spewing out seemingly endless and ferocious magical power, like a giant dragon awakening from a long slumber, swinging its claws and breathing, ravaging the earth.

In contrast, Samael's holy spear, held in one hand, which should have been a heavy weapon for conquering cities and fortresses, was wielded with lightness and agility. His thrusts, parries, jabs, and jabs were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hint of malice. He entangled Artoria's holy sword as they fought and retreated.

Seeing that her sword was always blocked at a distance of more than a meter, and she could not complete her intention of thrusting her sword at the spear, Artoria, enraged, became even more furious and charged forward recklessly.

"Crack!"

With a sharp, piercing metallic clang, the powerful, pointed tip of the lance rammed through the overreaching sword, shattering Artoria's black breastplate and carving a gruesome gash under the Knight King's armpit.

However, at the same time as the Knight King was injured, wisps of red and black mist rose from the mud and flowed into the wound under Artoria's ribs, instantly healing the torn flesh.

Moreover, the fierce aura emanating from Artoria grew even stronger.

Those are... the remains of Shadow Servants!

That's how it was originally.

Upon seeing this, Samael's gaze sharpened slightly, lost in thought.

“Arrrrrrr!”

However, before the ancient serpent could think further, Artoria's eyes beneath her mask shone brightly, and instead of retreating, she advanced amidst a roar that was gradually becoming indistinguishable from its original voice.

"when!"

The red and black holy sword, gripped by both hands, slashed along the shaft of the spear, the screeching friction sending sparks flying.

As the sharp edge came towards him, Samael calmly took a small step back, pulled his left hand from Irisviel's lower back, slowly raised it, and grasped at the air in front of him.

Instantly, the ground trembled and vibrated, and divine runes that had been engraved on it at some unknown time suddenly lit up and then exploded with a roar.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, flashes of light and billows of dust filled the air. Artoria, who was rushing forward headfirst, had unknowingly stepped into a dense and treacherous minefield and become a prime target.

Several dozen breaths later, the explosion subsided, and the dust dissipated in the breeze.

"Qiang!"

With a dull thud as the sword pierced the earth and rocks, the previously menacing knight king gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, knelt on one knee, his armor shattered and covered in blood and dust. Even the half-covered visor covering his eyes was blown off, revealing a bloodstained golden eye filled with coldness and rage.

Where? Where is it?!

The Knight King looked around, angrily searching for a target of his hatred.

"boom!"

However, before she could regain her composure, a sudden chop to the neck from behind caught her completely off guard.

mean!

Artoria's vision went black, her consciousness began to dissipate, and she fell straight to the ground.

However, just as the Knight King was about to fall to the ground, an arm forcefully supported his heavy body, and his proud and stubborn figure, amidst the swaying and falling, slowly managed to stand up.

"By the Command Spell, Saber, sleep, sleep..."

However, before Artoria could fully stand up, a soft murmur reached his ears, and the last vestige of consciousness in the Knight King's mind, sustained only by anger and instinct, gradually succumbed to the gentle, lullaby-like call.

"boom……"

Finally, with a dull thud, the Knight King collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Finally, it's over.

Samael looked down at Artoria, who had lost her magical support, removed her armor, and was sleeping peacefully on the ground. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

If the fight continues, we'll have to fight tooth and nail.

At that time, I can't guarantee that I can hold back.

"Thank you, and... thank you..."

At that moment, a murmur of half gratitude and half guilt came from not far away.

Irisviel, who had tacitly teamed up with outsiders to trick her own servant, stared blankly ahead.

Unbeknownst to them, the successive explosions and fierce battles had blown open Samael's hood, revealing a blond-haired, golden-eyed face that bore a striking resemblance to the Knight King before him.

Of course, what attracted Irisviel was not her handsome features, but a vague sense of illusion and a strange familiarity.

She felt like she'd seen that face somewhere before.

Why are you looking at me like that? Do we know each other?

Samael raised his hand and touched his cheek, feigning ignorance.

The "Impersonator" possesses a unique class talent called "Perception Dislocation," meaning that even if their true appearance is revealed, even the most familiar person cannot perceive their exact form.

Sure enough, Irisviel snapped out of her reverie, shook her head slightly, and then extinguished the strange thought in her mind.

"It's nothing, I guess I'm just overthinking it."

"That's good. If there's nothing else, you should take care of her problem first."

Samael nodded in satisfaction, then pulled the holy spear from the ground, released the sealed barrier, and his eerie gaze fell on the sleeping knight king.

————Plot Break————

The setting sun was like blood, and yellow sand filled the air.

On the desolate battlefield, a king, wielding a spear with thorny spikes and clad in jet-black armor, stands alone atop a solitary hill, like a dragon guarding its lair, silently overlooking the land below.

As far as the eye could see, the desolate land was littered with corpses piled one on top of another, broken spears, swords and arrows were scattered everywhere, and the yellowish soil was soaked and stained red by flowing blood.

Clearly, a fierce battle has just taken place here.

Crows and vultures, drawn by the smell of blood and corpses, circled in flocks in the sky. Every now and then, birds that could not resist the temptation would swoop down and feast on the piles of corpses.

Rumble…

But in an instant, a series of muffled tremors came from the ground, and sand and dust rose high into the air, startling the birds on the battlefield, which flew up in a panic.

Moments later, a vast and assembled army crossed the devastated battlefield and once again surged onto the barren hills, merging with the sky and earth.

The dark king slowly raised the spear in his hand, and the fierce storm and the power of thunder gathered and surged, forming an unstoppable etheric tide.

As the turbulent red and black currents swept through, soldiers, warhorses, armor, and siege equipment were all pulverized one after another.

Seeing the enemy formation in disarray, the dark-skinned king gripped his spear, spurred his horse and charged forward, leaving trails of severed limbs in his wake.

Amidst the brutal carnage, the densely packed army was forcibly carved into a gap, but the road ahead remained congested. The dark mass of soldiers seemed endless, appearing from the sky like spearheads striking the boundless ocean.

fighting! fighting! fighting!

The battle never ends!

My beloved horse devours the thunderclouds, my spear stirs up a storm, and will shatter all city walls and destroy all obstacles that block my way!

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the obstacle in front of them suddenly disappeared.

It seems that this mighty army has been breached.

However, as the scene before them vanished, a beam of golden spiraling light descended from the sky!

————Plot Break————

call!

In the ancient castle in the forest, Artoria suddenly woke up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on her smooth forehead.

"Saber, you're awake?!"

Just as the Knight King was still in shock, Irisviel, who had noticed the movement by the bedside, suddenly looked up and nervously looked at her servant. She handed Artoria a cup of warm tea, which Artoria, who seemed a little emotionally unstable, drank to calm her down. Then she spoke with concern.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"no……"

Artoria bit her cherry lips, shook her head gently, then came back to her senses, looked at the blanket on her body, then glanced at the familiar ceiling, a hint of confusion on her face, and murmured something to herself.

How did I end up sleeping here?

"Saber, don't you remember what happened before?"

Irisviel, sitting on the edge of the bed, paused for a moment before hesitating to speak.

"Before?"

"Yes, we agreed to go shopping in Fuyuki City this morning. When we got to the intersection of the shopping street, you said you were going to buy some drinks, but you didn't come back for a long time, and then..."

Irisviel spoke gently and cautiously.

At this moment, under the Master's narration, some confused and fragmented memories are gradually awakened and connected.

As the images in her mind formed a clear pattern, Artoria's ever-changing expression suddenly turned ashen, and she stared blankly down at her hands.

Then, I attacked Irisviel and almost killed my own Master?

The Knight King bit his cherry lips, his face dark with shame, and when he tried to speak, he didn't know where to begin.

"Alice, I'm sorry, I..."

“Saber, it’s alright, it’s not your fault.”

Just as Artoria was feeling somewhat ashamed, a pair of warm fingers gently took her clenched fingers, bringing a comforting force.

Irisviel, standing by the bed, gently patted the back of her servant's hand to calm her down before speaking earnestly.

"I know what happened before was definitely not your intention!"

"Alice, thank you."