A foreigner's journey

The magic power condensed into a specific shape and became a [person].

No, it became a [heroic spirit].

The appearance of the heroic spirit produced a violent flow of magic power, blowing away all the remaining fog around it.

Standing next to Minal is a handsome young man with a well-proportioned figure, about 175cm tall. The whole body is covered in deep purple armor that is close to black. Through the gaps in the armor, you can see the dark blue tights underneath, and the skirt and shawl are made of soft off-white cloth. His face was extremely pale, and his head of slightly curly silver hair fell down to his waist and covered his left eye. The exposed pupil of his right eye was pale gold, and his half-drooped eyelids made him look a little careless.

What is worth noting are the two swords hanging from his waist. One has a red hilt, and the other has strange runes wrapped around it. Both swords are cross swords that can be held in one hand.

Minar watched in shock as SABER appeared in front of her. Ever since he summoned SABER, he had been hiding his figure in a spiritual form. This was the first time she saw SABER show up actively and even attack the enemy.

The quick-moving ASSASSIN bird was instantly killed by SABER without even blocking a single move. Such power... There is no doubt that I can win this Holy Grail War with the power of SABER!

"SABER you...ah!"

Before Minal could say anything to enhance the relationship between the two, SABER held his waist with one arm, and then the surrounding scenery began to rotate rapidly.

SABER hugged Minal and jumped to the top of the surrounding residential buildings with a slight jump, and then quickly ran along the roof in the direction of the explosion.

Soon, they came to the street at the other end.

The place has been completely turned into ruins. The fog was dispersed by the high temperature and strong wind caused by the violent explosion, revealing almost no intact streets and the surrounding severely damaged buildings.

A huge, deep and bottomless 'canyon' extends from the center of the street to the end, surrounded by corpses of rats and monks with twitching and writhing tentacles and severed arms.

Heather and Lancelot stood side by side at the edge of the canyon, looking down. Behind them, Roxana and Reiner carefully hid in the corner.

As if sensing the blazing gaze, Heather and Lancelot looked up at Minard and Saber in the distance.

The more Heather looked at the SABER across from him, the more familiar he looked, and she always felt like she had seen him somewhere before.

Lancelot suddenly asked tentatively: "... Galahad?"

Oh yes! Heather suddenly remembered that this guy's outfit was very similar to that of the junior girl Mashu in FGO, but not as sexy as the junior girl. Matthew received the Spiritual Foundation and Noble Phantasm from Galahad, and can be said to be the female version of Galahad.

Moreover, Galahad in [Summoning Stone·Knights of the Round Table] also has the same dark purple armor, but the coverage rate is higher and the figure is much taller than the opponent.

But Galahad in the Holy Grail world should have short hair and be upright and serious. What is going on with this lazy long-haired man in front of him?

On the other side, Minard was startled when he heard Lancelot suddenly calling out SABER's real name.

SABER clearly said that this RIDER Lancelot was a [fake], how could he really know Galahad? Could it be...that Lancelot really came with the RIDER class?

SABER frowned slightly, his left hand quietly resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his tone no longer joking but filled with deep coldness:

"Watch your words, fake. Maybe you think you are pretending to be one, but I know you are definitely not Lancelot."

"Oh? SABER opposite, do you think what you remember is the real [Knights of the Round Table]?"

Perhaps some kind of switch was turned on, and the honest man Lancelot, who was taught by Heather, learned the big killer weapon [mouth cannon] without any instruction. His low voice was transmitted to Galahad through the visor:

"Do you really think that what you experienced should be the final fate of the [Knights of the Round Table]?"

Lancelot has long known the fate and stories of the Knights of the Round Table in this world through computers and books, and has also shared them with other Knights of the Round Table and even King Arthur.

Not to mention the teasing among the knights, King Arthur has only one comment on the Arthurian legend in this world - "As indecisive as a woman".

Now, facing the members of the Knights of the Round Table in this world, Lancelot doesn't mind causing some trouble for them.

Hearing Lancelot's words, Galahad frowned even deeper:

"You mean... what you experienced is a completely different legend from mine? Then let me ask you, in your experience, did the Knights of the Round Table disband and collapse due to internal strife?"

"Of course not. We gather under the King's Seat with one heart and one mind to fight against all enemies of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Does the king have any regrets? Will the legend of the king continue forever?"

"The name of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table resounds throughout the universe, and we have no rival."

"Really? In this case..."

SABER suddenly smiled, not a smile of relief or joy, but a cruel smile full of anger and violence:

"Then I can completely defeat you with peace of mind!"

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Lancelot pulled out the giant sword as quickly as possible and laid it in front of him.

Clang!

The next moment, SABER held the rune cross sword and struck Lancelot's sword hard. The fierce fire and shock wave suddenly spattered outwards.

Just holding the sword with one hand, Saber relied on his thin body to suppress Lancelot with all his strength. The giant sword was being pressed downwards by the one-handed cross sword while the giant sword was creaking. The ground under Lancelot's feet was also shaking. More and more cracks appear.

Saber laughed loudly and kicked Lancelot in the chest and abdomen, causing the heavy armor to dent inward. The latter fell backwards at high speed and smashed several buildings, while Saber chased after him. Go up.

"So weak! So pathetic! Do you deserve to call yourself 'Lancelot'!?"

SABER's long silver-white hair fluttered like flames in the agitation of magic power, and her pale golden pupils were full of anger:

"You are mistaken about one thing. I am not Galahad...but [Galahad ALTER]! Having given up the title of [Holy Knight], I will kill all you losers who covet the Holy Grail. kill!"

Lancelot, who was supported by Heather's mental energy, mustered up all his strength to swing his giant sword, and fought the incoming SABER quickly.

The dense blade trajectories instantly cut the building they were in into pieces, followed by a series of violent explosions.

Heather, who was standing there, put her hands in her pockets and looked at Miner nonchalantly:

"Is this what you call 'alliance'? It seems that you and I understand the meaning of alliance differently?"

Minar rubbed his eyebrows, and his voice could not maintain the deliberate softness, but instead revealed coldness and arrogance:

"What a pity. I thought that as both members of the Knights of the Round Table, SABER might be able to cooperate with RIDER, but I didn't expect... Well, in this case, I can only strike first. Please leave here."

As she spoke, she raised her cane, and raging flames emerged around her. As a talented magician of the Tremberio faction, Minar inherited her father's [Burning Technique]. Although it might not be enough to deal with the heroic spirits, if the opponent is a human magician... she doesn't think there is a possibility of losing.

"It seems that you are very confident in your own strength, Miss."

Heather, who was wearing a dark blue coat, rubbed her wrists and said with a sinister smile:

"What a coincidence, I thought so too."

Thanks to Eryi for the 1,000 starting coins