Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

sunset.

The northern residential area, which used to be somewhat populated, is now plunged into silence.

Under the suggestion of the magic barrier, the people around will automatically avoid the nearby battlefield.

The glow of the setting sun cast a hazy golden veil over the battlefield.

"What's wrong, Saber? I came all the way here, and you just stood there. Don't you think that's unreasonable?"

Archer stood proudly on a high place, his golden armor gleaming brightly in the setting sun.

He smiled happily, and looked Saber up and down with his fearless red eyes.

It's like appreciating a favorite work of art.

In response to Archer, Saber struck without hesitation.

In just a breath, he had approached Archer, and the invisible sword slashed down at an extremely fast speed!

But the sword flashed past, and Archer simply took a step back to avoid Saber's attack.

Behind him, more than a dozen figures of treasures quickly emerged from the golden ripples.

"It seems you want to have a little fun, Knight King."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Noble Phantasm behind him attacked Saber like a bullet.

Saber immediately knocked down a dozen Noble Phantasms, but faced with more attacking Noble Phantasms, she had to retreat and dodge.

With one breath, Archer and Saber opened up a distance of more than ten meters.

Archer once again stood on a high place and looked down at Saber below, with a scornful smile on his face: "Yes, please me just like this, Knight King, you are so cute when you struggle so hard!"

Saber clenched the invisible holy sword in her hand.

"But I still suggest that you throw away your sword and embrace me..."

Archer's blood-red eyes stared at Saber with an uncomfortable feeling.

His tone was unusually calm, as if the person in front of him was not a dangerous enemy.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Sparks flew.

Saber attacked forward with unprecedented determination, forcing Archer to retreat once more.

Seeing Saber's resistance, Archer was not dissatisfied. Instead, he distanced himself from her and suggested with interest: "I mean, Saber, put down your sword and become my wife."

“Wh…what??!”

Saber was caught off guard by Archer's words.

Because it was so unexpected, she was stunned for a moment.

"What's the point of you clinging to that inexplicable thing? Throw away all your boring ideals and vows."

"From now on, you only need to desire me and exist only for me."

"In this way, I will grant you all the happiness and joy in the world in the name of the King of All Things."

"Even if it's the Holy Grail you crave, I can give it to you!"

Archer's arrogant tone directly ignited the anger in Saber's heart.

How dare you propose to me on the battlefield? How disrespectful of me.

In response, Saber's sword dance was like a gust of falling leaves.

Such exquisite sword skills were enough to penetrate rocks and even city walls, but they could not hit Archer.

"go--!"

More than twenty Noble Phantasms emerged from the golden ripples that followed Archer like a shadow, interrupting Saber's attack route one after another.

For Saber, dodging these Noble Phantasms was not a difficult task.

However, he could not ignore these deadly treasures while pursuing.

In another breath, Archer distanced himself from Saber again.

Saber took a deep breath again and prepared for her next charge.

But Archer didn't show any sign of being tired.

"What a naughty woman! Don't you realize that you are doing useless work?"

To him, the fight was just a sideshow.

If you are sure that you will win from the beginning, there is naturally no chance of feeling nervous or tired.

But Saber is different. She will do her best to prevent the other party from approaching the new base.

For Irisviel who was in a weak state.

Although I don't understand the purpose of this nonsense-mouthed hero king coming here.

But he must not be allowed to get near the Emiya residence, absolutely not!

I can only chase the enemy like a mad dog and drive them away from me.

"Let me tell you this. My King's Treasure is a golden treasury that contains the prototypes of all my Noble Phantasms and Techniques. Even the Holy Sword you once held has its original version among my Noble Phantasms. You cannot defeat me at all."

Amidst the golden ripples, a golden holy sword slowly emerged.

"This is--!"

Saber recognized the new weapon Archer took out at a glance.

Even though the decorations are different, the essence, creation, concept, and inner soul of things are too similar to the holy sword "Sword of Victory" that he once held.

To Saber, this is a holy sword that is more familiar and nostalgic than the "Sword of Promised Victory" in her hand.

It was originally used to select the sword of the king, but after he drew out the sword, his body stopped growing.

It has also always been a symbol of the king and power, accompanying him.

Until it was broken in battle due to a violation of chivalry.

“Saber, don’t show your shocked expression like a kitten. I didn’t say that I collected all the prototypes of the Noble Phantasms. The ‘Sword in the Stone of the Chosen King’ that you hold should have originally been the ‘Sword in the Tree of Domination’ that was passed down in Northern Europe. This is the original text, the source of the ‘holy power’ of the chosen king. Do you want to feel the power of the original ‘holy sword’?”

Archer played with the original copy of the "Golden Sword of Victory" in his hand, and with a joyful tone, he once again spoke words that teased Saber's nerves.

The only thing that responded to Archer was Saber's thunderous slash without any hesitation.

One hit misses.

Two strikes, three strikes, four strikes, five strikes——!

Like a phantom sword dance, Saber's sword swinging speed became faster and faster.

Every time the holy swords collided, it was like a flash of lightning, exploding with a dazzling light.

Saber concentrated all her magic power on the sword, and swung it continuously like a storm, raining swords that cheered like thunder.

Archer is no match for Saber in terms of swordsmanship alone.

But the golden armor on Archer was not just for decoration. Despite Saber's fierce attack, the armor on his body still maintained its original shape.

"Well, if this continues it's going to be bad. The mana consumption of this bottomless pit hasn't changed at all."

"As expected of this lion-like woman, she is the one that I have chosen. It is truly extraordinary that she could damage my armor."

Archer could not bear the loss of magic power caused by the golden armor, and he raised one hand again, having been defending blindly.

"The fun is over, Saber, you are now offering me your body!"

In Archer's hand, there was a key-like dagger in his palm.

Saber launched another full-strength attack, but was automatically deflected by the red-black sword in the opponent's hand.

"Was that a Noble Phantasm with a Curse of Vengeance?!"

Pulling the distance again, Saber readjusted her stance and stared at the new Noble Phantasm in Archer's hand.

As long as he launched another fierce attack, he would be able to cut Archer in half, helmet and all.

As long as both sides' swords are treasures, it's just a simple competition of swordsmanship.

Saber is absolutely confident that she can kill Archer with her sword.

but--

"Saber, I will let you see my true strength."

Golden ripples appeared, and the weapons in Archer's hands were quickly switched.

A sword that had never been seen before appeared in Archer's hand.