The King of Gold and the Warrior of Black were in a tough battle, and he left me and Tosaka and Ilia aside.

——Damn it.

I can't do anything.

He let that guy be in front of me and kill the archer.

"A bastard..."

Tosaka clasped her fists tightly, she seemed to be crying. The girl who had never seen her crying seemed to be flowing down her eyes. She wanted to rush forward, but reason told her that the weak humans could not step into that battlefield.

Ilia, my sister, her body fell into a long period of weakness and seemed to have fallen asleep.

We can do nothing.

Or, I am the only one who can act.

That is the natural enemy of the heroic spirit. As long as it is the body of the heroic spirit, it is not that opponent.

So archer will regard it as a great enemy.

So it seems that the powerful hero king who is waiting specifically for the other party will be so restrained.

But, I am a human.

——It depends on you.

Archer's last look appeared before me.

It depends on me.

"Shirou—"

Ignoring the shouts of the girl behind me, I rushed forward and plunged into the golden sword army formation.

——I want to kill him.

A huge black rock sword projected, and I knocked away the sword formation that was blocking my way. I finally saw the true body of the black warrior.

The long black hair was flying in the air, cut by the passing sword arrows, turning into a roaring black band, and finally fell into the ground weakly, melting into one with the flowing black mud.

The black long sword guarded the warrior and shot down the treasures. Even if the strength was not as strong as the other party, the profound skills avoided the sharpest blade of the treasures.

When the sword rain is so dense that it is impossible to avoid, the black warrior can always dodge in the unrestrained place, and even the chains that appear repeatedly in the void cannot trap the other party.

And where the black warrior stepped on, the ground with black mud was surging, countless treasures were inserted into the ground. The black spread from the ground, eroding the glory of the treasures.

——Bitch, how can you be so proud?

How can such shining stars be extinguished by you?

Unable to stop the boiling flames in my heart, I opened my bow towards the enemy.

"caladbolg——(pseudo*spiral sword)"

As the most used projection treasure, the magic arrow that never gives up until the goal is achieved was shot at the enemy.

However, the other party just slashed at me in a big posture and met my treasure head-on.

"How is it possible..."

The warrior was wrapped with a thick magic ball. It seemed that he had accumulated all the magic power that his body could not accommodate and turned into a defensive circle that could not be broken even if the treasure was used.

"There are new challengers in my arena. Haha, how much joy can you bring to me?"

With the king's order, the sword rain stopped, and the sword in the air slowly retracted, returning to the sword formation and turning into a wall of sword arrows.

It seems that I and the Black Warrior became the fighter in this arena made of swords.

No matter success or failure, the endless sword will eventually fall down and destroy any survivors of this battle.

Notice the sword formation that was constantly getting thicker and tighter, the black warrior roared and swung his sword to slash at the surrounding sword formation.

——How can you escape?

Another sword rain fell in the void, which was my projection.

I spread my black and white wings and traveled through the void between each other and stabbed each other's heart.

——I want to kill you.

However, the sudden turn of sword blocked my way, and I had to retreat before I even got close.

Put it on and stagger his long knife.

The only way to challenge the long sword with a short weapon is to use it.

The double-edge strike wanted to push away the long sword that protected me, but the pressure left on the double-edge suddenly disappeared, followed by a heavy blow on the double-edge, almost causing me to throw away the heavy blow of my weapon.

He is not an opponent at all, his sword skills are above me.

So--

“traceon—”

The same narrow knife cut through the demon blade that was attacking like a snake. I heard Qingjiang in my hand sigh leisurely.

——Meet again, Magic Sword Masashi.

The deceased warrior was delighted with his reconfrontation with the enemy. Assassin, named Kojiro, also used my hand to use the unparalleled sword dance.

——That's not enough, you can't win.

The long sword dyed black in the interception, and the sludge splashed on my body.

"ah--"

Pain, pain, pain.

Go to die, go to die, go to die.

That's a dirt that cannot be contaminated.

——Go to die for me.

Qingjiang, Beizhong, lost his original elegance in forcibly advanced, and finally broke down in the confrontation. Kojiro left the stage with a long sigh, and the black and white double blades that still belong to me appeared again.

A little closer, these two blades can penetrate the other person's heart.

The magic blade that suddenly pressed down stopped me from moving forward, and used strength to restrain my feelings on the front, just like the saber who was using the sword.

——Stop using saber’s sword technique.

The curse is painful and the heart is painful.

I raised my elbow and blocked the other person's flying kick with my body. I moved to the other person's left through the gap.

It hurts so much that the elbows stained with black mud no longer belong to me.

Was saber so painful at that time?

She put herself in this pain just to save me.

The attacking double blades were blocked by the opponent's hilt. Before I changed my posture, the opponent grabbed my right wrist.

"ah----!"

The black and white blades swirled back and forced the opponent's hand to retreat, but the sword that the opponent waved also destroyed my posture, and I had to withdraw from the opponent's attack range.

The hands are so painful, the nerves are burning, and the muscles are melting.

The guy was still lifting his hand and pointing at me, and his voice appeared in the void for the first time.

"flesh……"

——Go to die.

The sword of vows to guard the sword, among the Knights of the Round Table, the sword of love of the knight Lancelot in the lake cuts through the darkness that is coming.

The sword danced in his hands like life. Lancelot faced the darkness and resolutely shouted light.

But it only lasted for a few seconds. Under the confrontation between the sword, the sword of light was eroded by darkness.

——Not enough, you can’t win at all.

I also want to find a stronger sword.

It seemed that I had seen through the flaws of swordsmanship in advance, and the Demon Blade easily cut open the sword of light and slashed at my head.

——Don’t use saber’s experience.

The treasure called the Sword of the Overlord cut the distance between life and death, bounced back and turned around, and stabbed my vest again.

No matter what sword technique, it cannot stop the opponent's attack, and no matter what treasure is, it cannot stop the opponent's erosion.

The Sword of the Overlord broke in just a few hits. Even if a more powerful sword was projected in my hand, the gorgeous sword dance stopped under the erosion of darkness.

The courage to challenge was only clumsy survival, and the poor swordsmanship was seen through by the opponent at a glance.

——In my confrontation with Saber, Saber has known my sword for a long time.

Now the black warrior easily saw through my sword.

Finally, the barely projected sword was cut off again, and I was easily overturned to the ground by the other party, and the demon blade greedily kissed my throat.
To be continued...