Archer's confident expression was dull, and he intuitively gave up the magic output of the strongest shield, and jumped back to split the blade that was approaching.

With a chirping sound, killer's attack cut a wound that almost cuts through Archer's chest.

"how……"

The injured Archer staggered, covering his injured chest with his hands, and the bright red skeleton cloth automatically wrapped the wound, preventing the blood from flowing out, and maintaining the ability to move for the injured knight.

The Red Knight looked forward in surprise. Between the enemies blocked by the strongest shield, the scorching young warrior separated the doll and appeared in front of the Red Knight. He held a dagger in his left hand, a white dagger as crystal clear as snow.

"It still failed-"

Killer said regretfully. After stopping the super-speed exercise, he could finally slightly suppress his swelling and painful brain, his surging blood pressure, and his trembling body.

"This is a dagger specially made for you by the Lord's bus."

The gentle and crystal sword body was so dazzling that it wanted to look away in the eyes of Archer who had seen countless outstanding treasures.

It is clearly a snow-white color, but it actually has the smell of sticky black and red blood.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"The warrior who is just a doll body does not have any treasures that are proud of, and his own abilities cannot match the real Servant. The only thing he has is the sword technique that has been hard-working for many years - Feitian Sword Flow."

Indeed, killer's swordsmanship is comparable to Saber, who is known as the strongest, and Sasaki Kojiro, who guards the Yanagou Temple.

But that's all. Anyone who has seen Killer's sword skills will find that his sword has never confronted any Servant head-on.

"In order to obtain the power that matches the server, the lord gave the ability to fully match this sword technique - super speed."

"But this is not enough. I still cannot deal with the treasures of the server. There is no mystery in it, and I cannot defeat the mystery."

The young warrior took advantage of the conversation to calm down the overloaded body, and at the same time waved and ordered the remaining eight dolls to spread out again to surround the red knight.

If time is delayed, the caster may wake up immediately. His lord is going to block the caster with his substitute doll, but what chance of winning are there?

As a real warrior, he cannot let his lord face the servant alone, nor can he wait for the aura who is trapped in no way. He must use his sword to lead the lord to win.

"But we can take another approach in turn, using reality to deal with mystery, in this name, the name of the sword - 'Fantasy Killer'."

As its name suggests, the sword that erases all fantasy will wipe out all the mystery that is far away from the world.

Truth, facts determined by people, can be called truth as long as humans have no doubts.

Fantasy, all factors that are considered uncertain by humans can be denied.

This is the role of that dagger - the fantasy killer.

Even the strongest shield, which is comparable to the seven city walls in the legend, collapsed because people suspected of being a legend.

"So that's it. This dagger can be said to be a manifestation of a certain will of Alaya, and its ability is almost a natural enemy of the Servant."

"Yes, if you are injured by this dagger, any servant will disappear instantly, but it is too short to be suitable for use as a weapon, and it must be held in your hands to ensure its activity."

Killer said with a gloomy face.

"Active? You said it is alive?!!"

"Yes, this dagger still has a soul."

The crimson servant's face showed a sad expression.

"What did your master do to it?"

Archer's face suddenly became gloomy. He glanced at the 11 Kimura dolls standing quietly behind the killer in a distance. Since the war started, they have carefully avoided the attack range of archer and killer. They didn't know what to do, nor did they know whether the real Kimura was in it.

"It turns out that he is the first servant produced by the lord, but he has no power except for the fantasy killer, and does not agree with the lord's decision to participate in this war."

"So, you've made him like this."

“This is a necessary sacrifice.”

A trace of pain flashed across the young warrior's face, but he still said coldly.

"He has no power, nor does he want to save a country that has lost his dignity. He just wants to live without any change. He cannot give up his own path because of his will, so... he chose to sacrifice him."

The sound as hard as steel vibrates in the atmosphere and determines a person's fate.

How painful it would be, to make a person who feels painful, a soul like a human being, a weapon that can be held in his hand and used as a weapon.

The red knight's face was exposed, and his angry figure was like a red lotus blooming.

"Is this your justice for sacrifice to innocent people? Your Bushido is such a butcher!"

"What is justice? You, who also has a strong smell of blood, but you are also an executioner with both hands covered with blood from the enemy. But you still have to question me with justice?"

The scarlet warrior let out a depressed pen, half bitter and half mocking.

"In my life, the people I kill are the ones that must be killed. Kill one person and save ten people--How can I compare with you?"

"So, in order to save the person you want to save, have you really done so that you can only kill the person you should kill?"

The scorching servant showed a sarcastic expression, this time it was a real expression towards the enemy in front of him.

"As a murderer, there will always be someone standing in front of you. Do you really think that the ones you kill are the ones you should kill? Everyone is living and fighting with their beliefs. No matter what reason the killing is a sin. As an executioner, how dare you not face this reality-?!!"

The voice of yelling at Archer was like a rebuke to himself, and anger appeared on Killer's young face.

"You guy..."

Archer's resentment turned into a mutter, and he had to agree that there was an irrefutable truth in it.

No one is born to die.

No one deserves to be killed.

But there are always people who oppress others, plunder others to survive, and even sacrifice the lives of innocent people.

——A happy seat cannot accommodate everyone.

——This is the nature of mankind and the law of the world.

——Then sacrifice those who are guilty, sweep away the sins and darkness of the world, and exchange for the happiness of the masses.

——A person like this must be the messenger of justice.

So, he picked up the sword.

Go to plunder the lives of a few people in exchange for the happiness of more people.

However, as a murderer, he is destined to be hostile to others.

Someone is destined to kill him in every way, give his own life to kill him, and sacrifice other people's lives to kill him.

In the long battle between life and death, there are always times that force him to make choices against his will.

Supporting the scarred body, creating infinite swords and halberds with your own hands, and creating countless deaths.

In the end, the man reached the end, with nothing in front of him and nothingness left in his hands.

Even so, the Red Knight did not regret it.

What he was even more angry was that the killer in front of him took such a thing for granted.

"You are right. Even the messenger of justice is just an executioner. But every battle I have experienced is working hard to save more people, even - to save everyone. And how can you easily take the sacrifice of innocent humans for granted for a sake of an empty righteousness?"

"Is this your justice? In order to save the majority, I sacrificed others coldly again and again, but I still refused to face reality and regarded myself as a noble hero."

Killer stared coldly at the angry face of the Red Knight, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Justice can only save some people. Only by realizing this and acknowledging the fact that you have become dirty can you truly have the courage to sacrifice yourself and even if you fall into hell forever, you must win a better future for the world. - rather than being as persistently bound by the death of some people as you are!"

That expression could be regarded as a ridicule, which almost instantly made the Red Knight explode in anger.

"You, bastard--!"

The sound of biting steel teeth sounded, the expression of the Knight of the Bow was as cold as cold cast iron, and red lotus flames were filled with rage all over his body.

“——Is it just so self-destructive?!”

Steel-toe boots shattered the solidified air, and Archer ignored the doll enemy surrounding him and took steps towards the real killer in front of him.

"When speaking righteousness, the word of the future, sacrifice a person—whether good or evil——!"

The blood-red battle suit was flying with the fighting spirit that could not be bound by the knights' enthusiasm. The bowed cavalry faced the young warrior in front of him, slowly spreading his hands to both sides, as if holding up Qianjun's heavy burden.

"——Everyone's life is so precious. Whether rich or poor, success or failure, they are working hard, for life and for their family. They cannot give up on them no matter what, and they cannot leave them behind no matter what, so I chose to save and keep saving and use all my strength to save more people. Even if my means are killing, even if my body is covered with blood, as long as there is less harm to this world, the world will be more beautiful.——So, I will never tolerate you, wantonly decide the death of sinless people, wantonly change history, and change the world that everyone has created after thousands of hardships."

Facing the red knight standing in front of him like steel, Killer pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist without fear.

As Archer said, the boy's expression appeared a little dull, and then he laughed silently, as if he realized that he was a little rude, the warrior tried hard to control his expression and asked.
Chapter completed!