[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

That battle ended with Saber defeating King Flower (Gold Protea).

Ada stood on a high place and witnessed the miraculous sword with her own eyes.

The golden holy sword exudes dazzling brilliance even in the daytime. Even the scorching sun cannot compare with the brilliance of that holy sword. It is the belief from the distant past, the ideal light that comes from the common prayers of the former soldiers under the untouchable sky.

It was agreed to win.

It was agreed to swing this sword for the ideal.

A promise to build a better world.

The torrent of history rolled away, annihilated all the brilliance, and took away those dying eras.But there is still something left, those distant thoughts, those distant ideals, those distant lives, at this moment, like a miracle, reappear here.

King Arthur exists here.

The legendary King of Knights reappeared her brilliance at this moment.

At this moment, Ada felt the powerlessness of words and pictures.

Even if I have witnessed this glorious sword in many works, it cannot compare to the shock of truly witnessing this moment.

The light tore the wind, separated the clouds, and split the sky. At the moment when the sword was swung down, it seemed that even the sun was divided into two by it. This sword once evaporated the sea demon on the Weiyuan River, once knocked down the Pegasus that almost reached the moon, and once defeated the oldest hero king... This sword has never tasted defeat, and this sword has promised victory.

After this sword, Emperor Hua disappeared into the sea of ​​light.

As the name of Saber's Noble Phantasm - the Sword of Promised Victory - foreshadows.

[Second day of the Holy Grail War: AlterEgo Golden Protea (Emperor Flower) is defeated, Master Pamela Lillian Eisley (Poison Ivy) is out]

"As expected of Artoria." Ada put away the pen that was recorded, and sighed to AI involuntarily.

"Of course, that's the kanban girl of the Fate series." AI gave her a response full of two apes.

Ada couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth: "I don't know if it's my illusion, your accent... seems to be getting more and more wrong?"

AI rolled a huge white eye at her: "Whose fault do you think this is all about? Who the hell is opening and shutting 'na na na' in front of me all day long like an old sonar, in order to cater to you, a Japanese The card pool of comic characters, do you know how hard I have worked? Last time, last time, the aid characters, in order to complete their mimicry, do you know how much relevant character data I loaded? Hey, do you have my efforts? Do you get it?"

Ada: "...Yes, sorry?"

Look, a good AI, how it is played.

It's probably a meme... no, data pollution.

"However... I thought the emperor flower could at least last for a while." Ada closed the notebook and shook her head, "It seems that the emperor flower that people played dozens of rounds during the event was fake."

"It should still be restricted by this world." AI said lightly, "And the Artoria you use in the game is not the real Artoria, it's just a projection. This one is the real Saber, and the one in the game The difference is as big as Arash in the weekly return and Arash in Chapter 6. The emperor flower is indeed very strong, but Artoria is also very strong. If the emperor flower blooms, it will be another matter , It's a pity that Poison Ivy doesn't know how to use Command Spells to charge servants."

Ada was quickly convinced by this reason: "You are right."

After all, Emperor Hua's mind is like a child's, and it's up to the Master to decide what to do in battle.Although Poison Ivy is a high-tech talent, it is obvious that she is not a master tactician—especially in this kind of frontal battlefield.They're compatible, but fighting is another story.

"The next two servants are still missing." Ada lowered her eyes and unconsciously rubbed her notebook, "Berserker (Berserker) and A.venger (Avenger), which two do you think it will be?" Heroic Spirit?"

"No matter who it is, it will probably appear soon." The AI's tone is very firm, "Because Archer (Archer) will not allow them to continue to hide."

"Yes."

Recalling her Servant's personality, Ada couldn't help feeling the urge to sigh from the depths of her heart.

"The professor won't allow it."

The old man couldn't wait to have some fun.

……

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……

AI's mouth seemed to be open, and that night, they found Berserker's master and slave.

But... there is a slight problem with this.

"Solomon Grundy! Born on a Monday!!!"

A big white-haired man with a height of two and a half meters rushed into the street, grabbed a car and threw it out.He was born horribly, dressed in rags, with an extremely ferocious expression, his gnarled muscles were like hills, his blood vessels were protruding, his skin was the blue-white color of a dead person, and his face was full of mania and anger.

Although he was born very big, his movements did not appear sluggish and clumsy at all. He jumped up nimbly, dodged the thrown bat dart, and his huge two and a half meters body jumped into another car like Tarzan of the ape. On the roof of the car, Sheng Sheng pressed the steel roof into a terrible depression, causing the passengers in the car to let out a piercing scream.

"Solomon Grundy! Born on a Monday!!!" He snapped a lamppost by the side of the road and slammed at Robin who kicked him, "Born on a Monday!!! Born on a Monday!!! "

Damian rolled nimbly to relieve the strength of the lamppost. He landed on the ground, clicked hard, jumped up again, and rushed towards his neck nimbly like a little leopard. His right hand pressed Under the cloak, the hilt of the sword hidden there had obviously been suppressed.

"Robin!" Batman yelled at his son.

"What does it matter! This guy is a zombie, and he won't die!"

The boy who still had the cruel and bloody style of the League of Assassins couldn't help but replied, but his right hand still moved, flipped the hilt nimbly, and hit the big zombie's neck hard with the unsharp side.

Solomon Grundy shook, but he didn't fall down. He shook his head and groaned, but his movements were not slow at all, and he pinched Robin's hand that was pinching his neck precisely. He pulled the little boy down and threw it aside heavily.

"Solomon...Solomon Grundy..."

He muttered a weird nursery rhyme, took a wobbly step forward, and grabbed the car again, but I don't know if the heavy blow just now was too hard, and the big zombie looked almost shaky.He shook his head again, gritted his teeth, picked up the car, and threw it out again with all his strength.

"Solomon...Grundy...was born on Monday..." His voice became slurred, and Batman even had the feeling that those cloudy eyes were asking him for help, "Monday...week Born on a...Monday..."

Robin also stopped attacking.The unpleasant feeling of beating a large animal made him frown severely.The big zombie looked at Batman with confused eyes, his voice was slurred in his throat, there was not much sanity left in this pathetic big man, he howled miserably, trying to express his thoughts with those slurred syllables will.

"H... H... He..."

His voice was muffled in his throat, which made him more manic, as if to fight against the dizziness, he hit his head hard on the road in front of him.

"enough!"

Batman took a step forward, he blocked Solomon Grundy's blow with all his strength, and then maintained this action to restrain him, preventing him from hitting the ground, he took a deep look at Solomon Grundy The bandage wrapped around the right hand was carefully wrapped with blood stains, and a very delicate bow was tied on it.

"You didn't come out to destroy, did you, Grundy?" Batman tried to slow down his voice so as not to irritate the big man. "You need help, don't you?"

"Hel...Help..." Solomon Grundy raised his head and looked at Batman in confusion, not knowing why his expression seemed almost pleading, "Solomon...Solomon Grundy...need...need help……"

Just this sentence took him countless energy. Batman and this old opponent have been dealing with it for a long time. It has been like this since Harvey Dent was the light of the Gotham prosecutor. Most of the time, my friend would just repeat the phrase "Solomon Grundy was born on Monday" mechanically. I don't know if it hurt his brain when he became a zombie. Wanting to say this sentence, for him It's harder than climbing to the sky.

Because of this, Batman understands the weight of this sentence.

He firmly shook the hand of this stupid big zombie who had lived for an unknown number of years.

"I see." His tone was as calm as possible, "I will help you."

Solomon Grundy looked up at him, and after a long moment, he nodded bluntly.

"Bat...help..." His voice trailed off, "Solomon Grundy...was born on a Monday..."

This is what it means to believe in Batman.

Like many Gotham villains, they will always believe in Batman when the time comes.

As the big man stood up, Batman's gaze also fell. The next second, after seeing the red trace in the gap between the bandages on Solomon Grundy's right hand, Batman's pupils shrank suddenly.

...that is the Command Spell.

The author has something to say:

I made grilled fish the day before yesterday, and accidentally touched the grilling net...

Fortunately, I just touched it, and the injury was not serious, so there is no pain today.

Can't think of it!Solomon Grundy is the Master of Berserker! ! !

Let's guess who he drew! ! !