The black long sword is held in his hand, and the gray battle armor is draped on his body, compared to the well-forged armor of the person in front of him, under the dim light of the moon, the [armor] that Qing roughly combines with magic power is like a broken copper and iron, but fortunately, Qing didn't care about the gorgeous weapon, whether the battle armor is upright,--- but there will be a feeling of unwillingness in my heart. But fortunately, these do not represent whether they are strong or not, otherwise in terms of momentum and equipment, Qing would have lost a long time ago.

"So, O Artoria, have you really decided to agree with me in this way to decide the way forward? I think you should understand that no matter who wins or loses, there is no benefit to us at all, and the consumption of combat power is the biggest taboo before the final battle! It is possible that Archer will intervene in my fight with you while we decide the winner! With Rider on my side, I can escape even in adversity. And you can't! Li, when the time comes, you will have lost a lot of mana, at least you can only rely on the spell of the master to escape---- and you will always be passive! ”

Qing looked at the begging friend and confidant in front of him with a pleading gaze, and he was once suspicious. Although the duel was proposed by Ao, and now Ao's request again before the final battle is inevitably a sign of the woman's kindness, but Aoi really doesn't want to be here, and in this case, the situation collapses because of the impossible conversation. Qing has a hunch, or certainty, that as long as one side wins, Archer will definitely appear on this land! And as long as a Servant dies------ intuition tells you that the beginning of the destruction will come! Everything will burn in flames-----

Qing shook his head vigorously, that moment just now was the clearest picture that Qing could feel! What used to be just a feeling, now it's a real picture! Even if it's just a flash, you can see it clearly! Crimson Flame ------。 "You're distracted, Qing. You wouldn't normally do such stupid things-----" Artoria's words woke Ao, and the feeling of being so real that Qing couldn't tell which one was the real world for a moment, but fortunately he could breathe a sigh of relief now.

"----I'm sorry, my mind wandering just now wasn't something I could control----- "Cheer up, Qing refocused her energy on Artoria in front of her" Can you tell me your answer, Leigh? I can tell you very clearly that I have no intention of competing for any Holy Grail, and if the Holy Grail is indeed qualitatively changed, then even if you win the final victory, there is no chance of achieving your wish! ----Join us----" Qing looked at Artoria as she faced her, slowly extending her left hand towards her.

I don't know when, Qing himself didn't realize that his hands had become very boring, like a large amount of water flowing away and making it like a dead person. In the same way, it was impossible for Artoria, who was standing on the opposite side, not to see what was happening outside Qing, and the dry hand in front of her was like a finer bark, but now it might be too late for Qing to close his hand. Seeing everything in front of her, Artoria looked up at Qing in silence, her eyes flashing with a struggling light.

After a long while, the fluctuations in her eyes calmed down, and she returned to her usual rigidity, "I see that your spiritual foundation has been damaged, ------and it won't be long before you die normally." ---I wonder why, even so, you choose to believe only your one guess is right, instead of sweeping all obstacles away with a conspiracy before you really die, so as to achieve the final victory? ----Why did you have a glint in your eyes at that moment that you wanted to hide your appearance? ”

The heart beats in the chest, and Qing can't tell what the pain of the heart feels like when it's squeezed. At this moment, Qing is only laughing, because only laughter can correspond to the feeling of unknown words, but all this cannot support Qing to laugh loudly---------- My life is full of lies, 'I live like a lie, grow and practice step by step like a lie, face my friends with a lie and wear a mask, and even if I leave, I don't dare to say that I am about to die and leave through a lie------ so maybe it is inevitable, in exchange for only betrayal, hostility, irony---- all of which are self-inflicted from beginning to end-----

"---- you don't believe me anymore---- I know that I deserve it! Hehehe----- I should have understood it a long time ago. Qing slowly stopped laughing, and the tip of the sword was raised, pointing directly at the cold person in front of him all the time. I asked a lot of things that shouldn't have been asked, and I'm deeply sorry here. So please be serious at this moment, Artoria. Either kill me or follow my instructions. Both of these two results can prove that I didn't mean to deceive you at all, never! ”

A rapid rush suddenly rushed in front of Artoria! The sword that slashes at high speed carries the same power as the Berserker! At this moment, Qing has no way out, only to defeat her! Only by defeating her can we have a chance to stop the premonition from happening! The blade of the sword broke through the air, and a little flicker of the tip of the sword broke through the twilight like a star! This time I will never break my vow again!

Swords collide! Qing's strength is still not within Artoria's control! A sharp bang, a surging impact! The blue figure flew upside down like a bullet! With the help of the holy sword deep into the ground, it ploughed out a distance of more than ten meters before slowly stopping!

A smoke curtain of dust shrouded the place where it had just collided, and the ground was deeply cracked, spreading out of the smoke screen. Qing closed his eyes and walked out of the dust, the hairband that tied his hair had been broken, the long gray hair was scattered wantonly under the encouragement of the magic power, the blade was reshaped in Qing's hand, and the impact Qing just now broke the long sword in his hand into two pieces, and the sharpness of the holy sword was far more than the weapon woven by Qing Magic.

"With Caster's rank all the way to the current level, I have used every means to forge my weak body into the only weapon that allows me to stand in front of you. Artoria, I won't lose to you again this time, because my mission is not to get the Holy Grail, but only to win, all the victories! This is how I can fulfill the oath I have made in this life, and protect those behind me---"

Rider pressed a snow-painted shoulder with one hand, his tall body was like an iron mountain, he didn't intend to get involved in the battle in front of him, and he kept his mouth shut and didn't interfere with everything in front of him. But the people he was guarding weren't as honest as he expected.