Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

In the darkness, two figures were entangled like ghosts.

The battle between Berserker and Black Saber intensified, and the killing intent filled the entire Ryudo Temple amidst the flashes of swords and sabers.

The air was twisted and vibrated by the violent magic, and the ground was cracked and collapsed by the violent impact.

Their swords pointed at each other, like a tragic dance.

Lancelot's rage contained deep self-blame, and every blow seemed to be punishing himself for his betrayal.

Although Altria's sword was sharp, there was a hint of hesitation in it, as if she couldn't bear to use the light cannon to hurt her former friend.

The battle between the two was like an absurd tragedy.

Although they clearly "deeply love" each other, they can only express it in the cruelest way.

Naiyali admired the scene in front of her with great interest, as if she was watching a wonderful performance.

Her eyes sparkled with a strange light, as if she was watching a wonderful movie.

"Hey, Darling, the battlefield tonight really feels like a stage play."

"A remorseful knight who caused the destruction of his country, longs for the monarch's punishment and redemption."

"Although he was only a young boy, he decided to abandon human desires, shoulder the responsibility of the country, and save the people."

"Even though cursed by the Holy Grail, I still choose to forgive the knight in my heart."

"They clearly both 'love' each other, but they don't know how to communicate well, and can only turn their swords against each other like this, which seems like a mockery of fate."

Naiyali's voice was full of excitement and anticipation, as if she was watching a wonderful movie.

If she were in the cinema at this moment, she would probably be eager to take out the popcorn and enjoy this absurd drama "The King and Her Table Knight".

Chen Yu didn't understand Chef Wang, but he was also shocked.

It turns out that fan culture is not good.

He couldn't help but sigh that there seemed to be only two types of Knights of the Round Table written by Type-Moon: the rational King Chef and the twisted King Chef.

Lancelot is undoubtedly the latter.

According to common sense, when subordinates make mistakes, the superior does not blame them but instead blames himself and forgives them. This is clearly a sign that the superior has met a wise and virtuous ruler, or a god-like leader.

As a result, when faced with this kind of treatment, I didn't feel what ordinary people would feel like: grateful, repenting, feeling sorry for the leader, and working hard to atone for my sins. Instead, I felt, "I have done all this, and my leader actually chose to forgive me? Is she still a normal human being? I am really scared, angry, etc."

This level of emotional intelligence is really puzzling.

If you really want Altria to punish you personally, or if you think the punishment is not severe enough, then go and ask for forgiveness.

He knelt shirtless and carrying a cane at the door of Altria's room for three days and three nights, and made it clear that "I feel the punishment is not severe enough and I request punishment." That was all.

Why am I just sitting here feeling so scared?

If you don’t tell me, who would know?

Look at Altria now. She is so frightened by your depraved appearance that she stops firing her laser cannon.

I have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with you. How about conveying emotions through the clash of swords?

No longer stand in front of the palace and slap yourself a few times in front of a group of people to show that you have done something wrong, and hold up a loud speaker to say "I will ask the king to demand compensation from me."

There are obviously many ways to do this, but Lancelot had to choose the one that would hurt Altria the most to "blame himself". Chen Yu said it was simply hard to understand.

You're worried that Altria isn't autistic enough, right?

Not only Lancelot, but also Tristan and Mordred.

The main theme is "I like and feel sorry for the king, but the way I express it is so weird."

It's like Mordred's statement that "I only hate the king, not my father", which is an outrageous statement.

As he said, "I am not the king, but a man who follows in the king's footsteps. For the sake of the king's peace, I will drive out all enemies."

While saying "Rebellion against my gorgeous father!"

Ok.

On one hand, he said that he did not hate his father, but on the other hand, he felt that it was too much for others to let his father bear everything.

Looking back, I realized that my father didn't do anything to make people hate him, but he was still hated. This fact is really disgusting.

So I decided to betray, start a fire in the backyard, and then chop my father's head with a sword.

Nezha is not as clumsy as you.

If Chen Yu was Altria, Chen Yu could only say: Haha, you rebellious son, draw your sword and die quickly!

The same goes for Tristan.

It is so heartbreaking to think that the king you worship is stifling your feelings!

I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to run away.

Before I ran, I said, "King, you don't understand human nature."

This sentence later made King Arthur very sad.

If you are not at peace, how can you pacify the world?

If your breasts are not big, how can you attract people's attention?

It was originally directed at A, and you still say this about her.

This ultimately led to King Arthur becoming autistic.

If you feel sorry for the person, just say, "Wang, you are really too tired. It makes me sad to see you. Please take a rest."

Ah! What's the matter with the nonsense "King, you don't understand human nature" and then running away after finishing the nonsense?

Just quit after saying that, right?

Therefore, no matter how much these people love the king in their hearts, how much they "essentially blame themselves", and how much they "do not hate the king".

But this way of expressing love is really hard to understand.

In short, it was really unlucky for Altria to meet these people with expression disorders.

Chen Yu felt that the most normal people in the round table were only Percival, Galahad and Xiao Bei.

As for Morgan?

That was a more twisted Wang Chu.

Gawain, Gareth, Gaheris, Agravain, Mordred.

She alone was left with only half of the Knights of the Round Table.

It's so scary!

Chen Yu was not confused by the scene before him, he always kept his goal in mind.

When Chen Yu saw Black Saber being restrained by Berserker, he quickly pulled Nayari's sleeve.

Let her come back to her senses and stop being obsessed with watching live movie broadcasts.

"Nayali, we should go."

Chen Yu reminded in a low voice, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.

Naiyali took a reluctant look at the fierce battlefield, and then followed Chen Yu's footsteps.

Although it is interesting to watch the "black ants fighting", Darling's affairs are more important.

The two of them sneaked towards the backyard of Liudong Temple quietly, taking every step carefully.

Matou Kariya followed closely behind, fearing that he would be left alone and injured by the aftermath of the battle.

Although Berserker has been absorbing his own magic power, the engraving worms in his body have awakened and are gnawing at his body.

But he didn't want to miss the next plot.

Matou Kariya secretly calculated in his mind that the next step would be to defeat Archer.

As long as he can stop Tōsaka Tokiomi from obtaining the Holy Grail and as long as he can help Chen Yu, Matou Kariya is willing to do anything.

The three of them walked through the ruined courtyard, and could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting in the distance.

The moonlight shines on the ancient buildings, adding a somewhat eerie atmosphere to the night.

When they arrived at the temple, the peaceful pool had now turned into a black quagmire.

The water in the pool was constantly bubbling and emitting a sickening stench.

A huge unidentified creature was lurking in the center of the pool, its body constantly wriggling and deforming, sometimes looking like a mountain of flesh, and sometimes like a bunch of twisted tentacles.

Countless human arms bent and twisted at unnatural angles and waved wildly, as if searching for something to grab onto.

Countless mouthparts of different sizes opened and closed on its body, and each time a mouth opened, a large amount of black, sticky pus would spurt out.

After the pus fell into the pool, it quickly spread, turning the originally clear water into a thick black color.

The smell of decay became stronger and stronger, and the three people had to cover their mouths and noses.

The monster's body continued to expand and had already occupied the entire pool.

It's like a living floating island, rising and falling with its breathing.

The entire forest seemed to be affected by its breathing, and the leaves rustled, as if telling of endless fear.

What's even more terrifying is that a large amount of inky black magic power continues to overflow from its body.

These magical powers turned into cursed blood, and wherever they went, the grass and trees withered and the stones corroded.

They are not ordinary magic, but are condensed from pure malice and madness.

Matou Kariya suppressed his discomfort and carefully observed the black blood.

He was horrified to find that just looking at the blood made him feel dizzy.

His vision began to blur and an unsettling buzzing sounded in his ears.

His throat tightened, his stomach churned, and a wave of nausea came over him.

His legs trembled uncontrollably and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"What is this? What exactly is it?"

He managed to utter these words, his voice hoarse with fear.

Monster? Disaster? Or an unknown creature?

Matou Kirei had never seen the twisted creatures summoned by Naiyari in the inherent barrier. Instead, he regarded what he saw before him as monsters.

It’s just that this “monster” is too unfriendly to humans, and just looking at it is enough to make people realize the curse of severe pain.

If you were caught by something like this, your body would probably weaken quickly and sink into the mire, right?

After all, Matou Kariya has only been exposed to magic for a year. He is just an ordinary person with certain magical qualifications who can perform magic with the help of crested bugs.

Naturally, it is impossible to resist the physical curse flowing from the inside of the Holy Grail.

"Could this thing be the Holy Grail?"

Chen Yu looked at the huge object in the center of the pool.

I didn't feel any mental discomfort, I just felt a little disgusted by the shape of the thing.

"The Holy Grail?!!!"

After hearing that this thing was the Holy Grail, Matou Kariya took a few steps back and was immediately surprised.

The holy grail that the old bug has been pursuing all his life is actually this kind of thing?

When he thought of this, Matou Kariya felt even more disgusted.

"After all, the Holy Grail is contaminated. The substance that is flowing out is essentially the magic power of the materialized soul. But there is no hole. How did these things flow out of the Holy Grail?"

Chen Yu looked at the top of the monster's head, and there was no black vortex like a black hole above it.

"Archer must have used his Master as a vessel for the Lesser Holy Grail. However, even a magus cannot withstand such a thing. His current state of horror is a sign that the vessel is broken and overflowing."

Naiyali pointed at the unknown creature in the middle of the black pool and said, "Darling, look, do you see it? In the depths of that meat mountain, there is that human-like thing. Darling, do you see it?"

Chen Yu followed the direction pointed by Naiyali and stared carefully into the depths of the constantly wriggling mountain of flesh.

At first, all he could see was a chaotic darkness and twisted pieces of flesh.

But as his eyes adjusted, a vague human outline began to emerge from the chaos.

The human figure was deeply embedded in the mountain of flesh, as if it was nailed to a cross.

As the piece of flesh squirmed, the human figure continued to twist and deform, but always maintained a general human form.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the details of the human figure.

He saw pieces of shattered suits scattered among the surrounding pieces of flesh, and his tie torn into strips that fluttered as the flesh squirmed.

The shirt had been torn, revealing the pale, twisted skin beneath.

Most disturbing of all were the blood vessels.

They wriggle on the surface of the skin like living things, forming a complex network that tightly connects the human form to the surrounding flesh.

These blood vessels constantly expand and contract, as if transporting some unknown substance.

As Chen Yu's gaze moved upwards, he finally saw the face clearly.

Although the facial features had been deformed to the point of being almost unrecognizable, the eyes still retained human characteristics.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with pain and fear, as if screaming silently.

“Yes, Tokiomi! No matter how distorted his face is, I won’t mistake it! Uh uh uh——”

Matou Kariya could only use his relatively intact right eye to see the outline of Tōsaka Tokiomi clearly under the moonlight.

But the sudden tremor in his body was not because he was frightened by Tokiomi's current appearance.

Instead, as Berserker continued to demand the body's magic power, the bugs in his body began to eat away at his internal organs.

The severe pain forced Matou Kariya to hold onto the tree trunk beside him to keep his balance.

Matou Kariya reached his trembling hands into his pocket, groping for the jar of vitality crystal given by Chen Yu.

His fingers curled up in pain and he almost lost his grip on the jar several times.

His fingers fumbled with the lid of the jar, the metal becoming slick with sweat.

The moment the lid of the can was opened, Yanye didn't even bother to taste the liquid. He just put the can to his lips and poured it into his mouth with his head tilted back.

He swallowed greedily, his Adam's apple rolling up and down rapidly.

I felt a warm current spreading throughout my body.

He took a deep breath, as if a drowning man was saved.

His chest heaved violently and he breathed in huge gulps, and the pained expression on his face was gradually replaced by a look of relief.

He raised his head with difficulty and locked his eyes on the human figure in the center of the twisted mass of flesh.

There were complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including shock and a hint of pleasure that was difficult to conceal.

Toosaka Tokiomi, the once high and mighty magician, has now fallen into such a state.

The elegant temperament he was so proud of was gone, replaced by a disgusting deformity.

If Aoi saw Tōsaka Tokiomi at this moment...

When he thought of this, Kariya felt a twisted pleasure rising in his heart.

Although his body was still aching from the consumption of magic power, this kind of pleasure of revenge made Kariya forget the pain temporarily.

He stared greedily at Tokiomi's twisted body, as if he wanted to imprint this scene in his mind forever.

"Click——"

It was not until the crisp sound of a cell phone camera that Matou Kariya came back to his senses.