My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chivalry.

It is a standard established to fulfill the obligation to protect the Lord. Chivalry and morality are the aristocratic cultural spirit of the upper class. It is a moral and personality spirit based on the sense of honor of personal status. It also accumulates some positive factors of the ancient martial spirit of Western European nations.

In those ignorant times in Europe, heroes who believed in chivalry galloped across the vast land, waving guns and swords to their heart's content, saving civilians and driving away wild beasts, just like beacons lighting up the future path of Europe.

Humility, Honor, Sacrifice, Heroism, Mercy, Honesty, Justice, Soul.

Those warriors who abided by the way of chivalry eventually became a nation and a mark of an era, and were written into legends by bards and passed down from generation to generation.

At this moment, Lancer chose to hand his back to Saber and pointed the tip of his spear at Berserker. The way this spearman practices his dignity is a true reflection of those heroes who walk on the path of knighthood.

The iron pillar that was cut off from it flew in the air, and after a heavy sound, it was inserted into the ground.

"This Saber already has an appointment with me... If you still insist on interrupting, I will not stand idly by."

"Lancer..." Saber was moved by her opponent's nobility.

But not everyone at the scene shared this noble sentiment.

"What are you doing, Lancer? Now is a good chance to defeat Saber!"

The invisible voice asked coldly, but Lancer showed a very serious expression. He lowered his head to show humility, but his body remained upright, standing on the ground like a spear:

"I, Diarmuid Odina, swear on my honor that I will defeat Saber!"

He said loudly into the void:

"If you don't believe it, I can prove it to you by killing this mad dog first! I hope you will allow me, my lord!"

Warehouse Street fell silent for a moment, as if the whole world was listening, listening to this noble man's plea.

The evening breeze blew slowly, and the night wind brought a thorough coolness.

"Order it with a command curse."

The atmosphere of silence froze on the spot.

"Cover Berserker, bring Saber..."

The light in the man's eyes went out, and Shuo Yue sighed softly.

"Kill."

The hiding place was illuminated by red light, and after returning to darkness, there were only two Command Seals left in Kenneth's hand.

The Command Seal is an absolute command over the servants. No matter how great the heroic spirit is, no one can disobey the command of the Command Seal.

This also means that Lancer has lost his free will.

The tip of the red gun turned around and roared towards Saber. Saber flew away at the critical moment, and the tips of two long and short guns passed through the air in front of her eyes.

Lancer's amazing marksmanship meant that before he even turned around, the two guns on his left and right were already thrusting towards the enemy directly behind him. Such superb double-gun marksmanship was Lancer's true skill. There is no trace of emotion left on the sharp tip of his spear.

"Lancer!" Saber exclaimed, but she got stuck mid-sentence. She saw Lancer's handsome face twisted with anger and humiliation. That extremely sad and angry expression expressed his feelings more fully than any words of defense.

The soul that takes pride in chivalry has been twisted into a killing machine that only obeys orders. The martial arts and abilities developed by the heroic spirit Diarmuid will be used ruthlessly in order to complete the Master's orders regardless of his beliefs.

Saber, who is also a Heroic Spirit, can deeply understand the feeling of regret.

"...Saber...I'm sorry..."

Lancer moaned in pain as he gradually shortened the distance between him and Saber. Although his expression was full of shame and anger, the two magic spears on the left and right emitted murderous magic power, rising up like mirages.

In silence, Berserker slowly stepped forward and stood side by side with Lancer, who maintained an attacking posture. Red leaf veins densely covered the fragments of the iron pillar, turning the fragments into an alien weapon that was more terrifying than a sword.

The two powerful servants threatened Saber by releasing their merciless killing intent.

There is no escape.

If her left hand was not injured, she might still be able to find a way out, but Saber was already trying her best just to deal with Berserker. If Lancer were to become her enemy at this time, there would be no chance of winning.

"Irisviel, I'm blocking this place. You take this opportunity to go first, as far away as possible!"

Irisviel shook her head resolutely and rejected Saber's request.

"Irisviel, leave quickly!" Artoria, who was already determined to die, urged.

"Don't worry, Saber, trust your Master." Irisviel remained motionless, her fists clenched tightly, and she said words with ulterior motives.

This is a secret that only they know - Irisviel standing next to Saber is not the one who summoned her, and Saber's real master is hiding behind the scenes, watching every move of everyone on the battlefield.

"So—please, honey."

Irisviel had no other thoughts in her mind and prayed to her husband, who did not know where he was, for help.

"With your words, you will definitely be able to turn this situation into an opportunity for victory."

Above the building, a windbreaker fluttered.

Returning to the sniper point, Emiya Kiritsugu, whose abdomen was still wrapped with a bandage, raised the Walter WA2000 again, and aimed the sniper rifle equipped with a heat sensor at Lancer's master, Kenneth El-Meloy Achibo. Ludd.

The Rider team had retreated one step ahead of schedule, and Assassin, who threatened Emiya Kiritsugu's life, was stabbed through the heart by an unknown Caster and died.

Now, no one can affect the Magic Killer's performance.

"Maiya, have you found Berserker's master?"

"No."

So, Emiya Kiritsugu came to a conclusion.

"Now, shoot Lancer's master from here. This is the only way to break through the current situation."

Start attacking when the count reaches zero. This time, you must not make any mistakes.

"--six"

Kiritsugu began to count the seconds in a low voice while aiming the crosshair of the thermal sight at Lancer's master.

"--five"

The sight has been adjusted to zero at a distance of 500 meters. When the shooting target is closer than the zeroing distance, the impact point will shift upward from the crosshair. Lancer's master was about three hundred meters away from Kiritsugu, and he carefully adjusted his aiming point.

"--Four"

Lancer was forced to do something against his will because of his Master's command spell. Although it was impossible to predict how he would react after losing his Master, Kiritsugu believed that he would not continue to attack Saber. If the most direct threat is only Berserker, Saber will be able to find a way to take Irisviel away.

"--three"

The corner of his clothes was grabbed by someone.

"I won't allow you to do this."

The girl's cold voice sounded, and she paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking about the title.

"Kiritsugu."

"That's my brother's prey."

One served him, the other summoned him. As a result, both groups did not end well in the original work. It can only be said that it was God's will.