In the Matou family's underground insect pit, upon hearing the old insect's cry, Aslan was somewhat surprised. What surprised him even more was that the fool Kariya had actually done as the old insect said, teleporting Berserker to the old insect's side.
Is it because half his body is already ruined, affecting his brain? Or is it because the pain from the previous battle has affected this Berserker Master's thinking?
If Kariya had truly heard what the old insect said, with just a moment of calmness, he should have realized that the old insect was in danger. Even if he were to have Berserker retreat, he shouldn't have had him appear directly at the old insect's side. If he truly intended to save Sakura, letting this old insect die directly was, from the current look of things, the simplest choice. As for whether Tokiomi would take Sakura back and send her to another family, it couldn't be worse than sending her to the Matou family, right? What's more, after Tokiomi, the most likely choice would be to send her to the Edelfelt family in Europe. After all, they were distant relatives of the Tohsaka family, and most importantly, this family's magecraft was Twin Gem Magecraft.
The renowned magus family from the "Land of Lakes" in Northern Europe—Finland, known as the "Scales that Measure the Mineral Ores." Many masters of Gandr magic have emerged from their lineage. Their magical characteristic was "sisters." Originally, it was a taboo for a magus family to have multiple successors, but they did the opposite. For generations, their successors had always been two, which was the origin of the "Scales" name. In fact, if Tokiomi knew the truth about the Matou family, he would have also chosen to send his daughter to Northern Europe. It had to be said, the old insect was truly good at hiding.
It wasn't incomprehensible that Kariya would follow the old insect's instructions and pull his Heroic Spirit directly to his side. Aslan had, in fact, somewhat underestimated the nightmarish status the old insect held in the hearts of his nominal descendants. Coupled with the special circumstances on the battlefield and the extreme pain in Kariya's body, after combining all these factors, it was not difficult to understand why Kariya would subconsciously obey the old insect's command. Perhaps at this moment, Kariya was also regretting why he had done as the old insect had said.
Upon seeing the black knight appear before him, a smile curled on the old insect's lips. His whole body quickly retreated into the darkness. He could see that the current Berserker was in a state of high combat excitement. At that time, he would naturally charge at the old monster before him who had come from who knows where to kill him. And he himself had no Command Spells on hand, so he had no way to command Berserker at the moment.
"Hehehehe... it seems this round is my win. No matter how strong you are, Your Excellency, you shouldn't be able to break through the obstruction of a Heroic Spirit. This old man will remember the events of today."
The old insect's body began to dissolve into a swarm of insects and disappeared. However, he was very considerate and left a few insects behind to observe the situation on the scene. If Berserker could eliminate this unknown existence, he would naturally drink a cup in celebration. If not, he could still collect as much information as possible on this existence who wanted him dead, to find out what kind of abilities they possessed. If this existence was truly and genuinely trying to kill him, then he couldn't just keep running away, right? He had to find a way to kill him. What's more, he couldn't give up on the Holy Grail, the treasure that could possibly grant him eternal life! He had finally found a way to use this black Holy Grail to obtain eternal life; how could he let someone disturb him? Perhaps he could wait for another half-century, a century. But this existence who wanted to kill him looked like they would live longer than him. No matter how you put it, he was originally a human, while this existence who had come looking for him was probably some long-lived species.
His current method of changing bodies and forcibly extending his life still had a certain impact on his spirit and soul. How could there be a way to extend one's life in the world without paying a price? The Darnic from another world, wasn't his method of longevity also to devour the souls of others? It was just that to ensure his own soul was not greatly affected, he devoured the souls of infants. Even so, his soul still showed signs of being mixed and fragmented. This was even more true for the method used by the old insect, which seemed to have even greater side effects, and for the old insect who had lived even longer. So, according to the old insect's own plan, no matter what, he had to succeed in the next Holy Grail War!
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"Lancelot... to be so mad, you can't even recognize me anymore, can you?"
Aslan looked at the Lancelot before him, his tone somewhat emotional. It seemed that because his true name had been called out, the black mist shrouding Lancelot's body quickly flowed into his hand and became a black demonic sword. Lancelot then directly broke forward and charged at Aslan. However, this attack was directly parried by the holy spear in Aslan's hand.
"I'm somewhat glad now that my split spirit and consciousness took a trip to a different world's Singularity 500 years ago. Sir Lancelot, let me show you a big treasure."
Aslan's eyes gradually glowed with a golden light. He let his dragon blood boil, strengthening his own power to ensure that he could parry Lancelot's attacks with one hand. His other hand was placed on his own temple. He began to read his own memories, preparing to extract a part of his memory into an image to be displayed before the Berserker.
In a short while, Aslan lifted his finger and quickly sketched Faerie Letters in mid-air with his magical energy. At the same time, he swung the holy spear in his hand, deflecting Lancelot's attacks. Perhaps it was because Aslan's appearance was very similar to King Arthur's, that is, Artoria's, that Lancelot in his Berserker state did not stop his attacks on Aslan for a moment.
"Sir Lancelot, I hope that in this state, your heart can take it."
As Aslan's palm slid to the side, an existence like a virtual screen appeared between the two of them. In this screen was a young girl, wearing black and purple armor, holding a shield, her pink hair covering one of her eyes.
The first moment he saw this picture, Berserker Lancelot's movements paused. Such an attire was, of course, somewhat familiar. After all, the one who had once dressed like this was his own son. But the one in this picture was somewhat different. This was a girl...
The next moment, the girl on the virtual screen squatted down, a smile on her face. [Just like that, Father~]