Chapter 100 Broken Yellow Rose

Like a ghost.

Facing the young man in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu could not suppress his hostility.

He was a magician killer. He had taken on many missions and met many people along the way, but no one had ever forced him to this point. It was as if all his actions were seen through and he knew all the strategies he had made.

He was even forced to become a puppet dancing in the palm of someone else's hand.

——This kind of thing should be his right.

This familiar feeling like looking at himself in the mirror not only did not let Kiritsugu lower his guard, but made him more nervous, because he knew what extraordinary things he would do for his goal.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." The young man said this, walking towards him step by step, "After all, Kiritsugu, you and your wife are both me... people who are closely related to me."

"Really?" Emiya Kiritsugu responded lightly as if he believed it.

The next moment, the young man suddenly stood up, holding the projected True Yellow Magic Spear, and stabbed the torso of the man in front of him!

Almost at the same time, the black-clad magician killer kicked his legs and moved at an inhuman speed, escaping the attack range of the magic gun.

"Inherent time control?" The assassination failed, and Sakutsuki made a blatant "tsk" sound, without any sense of shame for not following martial ethics, "What an annoying ability."

Emiya Kiritsugu did not blame anything. In his value system, this kind of assassination is as natural and normal as eating and drinking, but the weird feeling in his heart is getting stronger.

In Einzbern City a year ago, this young man was too calm, so that now, a year later, Emiya Kiritsugu gradually discovered the abnormality of this young man.

Like, too much like, as if carved from the same mold.

This has gone beyond the scope of imitation, just like his own son who was taught by Emiya Kiritsugu and inherited all his skills.

To understand this abnormality.

It is necessary to understand the source of this abnormality before the final decisive battle.

With an unresolvable doubt, Emiya Kiritsugu spoke, and the voice of Sakutsuki sounded together.

"I think we need to talk."

Both of them pursue efficiency. After being surprised, they kept a safe distance and tried to communicate.

"You..." Emiya Kiritsugu opened his mouth to speak, but the end of the first word was endlessly extended, and he couldn't weave a complete sentence.

Who are you?

Where did you learn your skills?

What is your purpose?

Choosing any of these three questions can get valuable information, but because they are too similar, Emiya Kiritsugu concluded that such questions are destined to have no answers.

It's just that he responded with silence, while Sakutsuki would talk about this and that, and use specious jokes to confuse people.

He didn't want a lie, but the two of them were standing so close, but their hearts were untouchable.

Kiritsugu's hesitation naturally did not escape Sakutsuki's eyes. He smiled slightly and raised his hand.

The magic light curtain spread out, reflecting the battlefield of Lancer and Saber.

Since both of them were wary, it was difficult to speak.

Then find the opportunity to communicate, for example, the simplest and most straightforward topic is to look at the picture and talk about the topic——

What do you see from the battle between these two heroes?

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The red spear is like an angry dragon, and the yellow spear is like a dormant poisonous snake.

The two different styles are fully displayed in Lancer's hands. Saber, who is caught in the two schools, is exhausted. Even if she is waving the holy sword that symbolizes victory, she is forced to fall by the two spears.

Can't win.

The strong intuition has come to a conclusion.

If the injury of the arm is not healed.

If she does not return to her prime.

She will definitely lose to Lancer.

But if you want to remove the curse on your hand, you must defeat Lancer, but if you want to defeat Lancer, you must remove the curse on your hand... This is an unsolvable knot.

No, there is still a way.

If the goal is not to defeat the Servant, but to simply destroy an object...

Intuition gave the answer. At a certain moment, Altria's holy blue eyes lit up, and the battle skirt on her body automatically collapsed before the spear touched her. The "magic release" burst out, and the petite (1.5 meters) girl swordsman cut straight into the close body of the spearman (1.8 meters), holding the hilt with her backhand, holding the holy sword upside down like a dagger, and slashed towards Lancer's right arm.

Finding that you can't beat me, are you going to fight for your life...Although Diarmuid was shocked, he remained calm, holding the magic-breaking red rose tightly in his right arm, and dodged the holy sword's slash from bottom to top at an awkward angle. At the same time, his right arm closed from the outside to the inside, as if hugging Saber and extending the yellow spear tip to him.

The closer the hand-to-hand combat, the more it stresses the warriors and tests their instinctive responses. Even Diarmuid subconsciously made the best defense and counterattack, completely unaware of the triumphant smile on Saber's lips.

The silver armor instantly covered the upper body. Although the deadly yellow rose could leave irreparable injuries, it could not break the armor woven with magic. Even the sharp spear was inevitably delayed for a moment before destroying the armor's defense and cutting Saber's fair skin.

Blood flowed down, and Saber's eyebrows trembled slightly with the pain of the curse, but her hand did not hesitate, but kept the posture of holding the holy sword in reverse, the blade collided with the red rose that came back to help, and the hilt hit Lancer's left wrist fiercely.

"Hmm!" The impact from the outside world pressed the nerves, and Lancer's palm went numb uncontrollably. The spear blade in her hand slipped out of her hand and was caught by Saber, and then the call of the girl knight sounded.

"Strike Air!"

The frenzied storm swept everything, and when Lancer broke through the wind field of magic with the magic-breaking spear, Saber had successfully opened the distance.

Although her shoulders and arms were left with curse scars, Saber was holding the source of the curse, Lancer's treasure - 'Gae Buidhe' (The Yellow Rose That Must Be Destroyed) in her left hand.

"... Wonderful assault." After a moment of silence, Lancer smiled with appreciation and bitterness.

This is definitely not a move that can be used in a normal competition. For a warrior, any injury on the body will affect the movement and speed of the attack, which is fatal in a skill confrontation.

But it is precisely because they came as servants that Saber can take risks and adopt such risky tactics.

As long as the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction' is broken, the injuries Saber has suffered so far will be restored to their original state. Unless it is a fatal injury that penetrates the spirit core, the servant is almost immortal.

This also means that Lancer Diarmuid, who has lost a weapon, is about to face the leader of the three knights in the peak state-Knight King Saber.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lancer." Even the serious Altria couldn't help but smile slightly when she felt that the dangerous tactics were successful.

The 'Yellow Rose of Destruction' was thrown high up, and the golden slash swept across, cutting the magic spear back to the spirit state. At the same time, Saber's injuries, including the cuts on her left fingers, were restored to their original state at a very fast speed.

The Knight King moved his flexible fingers, took a deep breath, and grasped the hilt of the holy sword with both hands again.

The invincible aura was released wantonly, representing her strong fighting spirit at the moment.

"I accept this victory, Lancer!"