Sword Art Online Crossover: They're all close friends, how did I become a player?

On the other side, Diarmuid, having received his Master's approval, exclaimed upon feeling the powerful and pure energy within his body, "It is my honor to receive your recognition. Ah, what a powerful force this is!"

Without a second thought, Diarmuid tossed the yellow spear to the ground. As his Noble Phantasm was fully unleashed, the red spear in his hand became even more vibrant, as if it had been tempered by flames, its redness almost blinding.

As Diarmuid launched increasingly fierce attacks, Saber's holy sword, which had been tightly enveloped by the Wind King's barrier, gradually revealed its true form under these intense onslaughts. The moonlight and streetlights intertwined, and the holy sword radiated a holy glow unique to a king's weapon, dazzling and radiant.

"Heh~"

Diarmuid smiled slightly as he saw Saber's weapon slowly revealing itself. Although he and King Arthur were not from the same era, the sword in the stone was so famous that people could quickly guess Saber's true identity based on the weapon's stealth properties and appearance.

With a sudden swing of her red spear, the tip flashed like lightning towards King Arthur, her speed even accelerating mid-flight. Seeing this, Saber pushed off with her feet, her body shooting backward like an arrow released from a bow.

Even so, Diarmuid's red spear nearly grazed her nose, leaving a chilling glint in its light. Saber's sideburns, which were flying through the air as she retreated rapidly, were mercilessly severed by the spear's blade.

Having missed his target, Diarmuid didn't hesitate for a moment. With a nimble turn, he pounced on Saber like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he was back in front of her. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his red spear suddenly turned like a viper's tongue and plunged into Saber's abdomen.

"Saber!"

Witnessing Artoria being stabbed by Lancer Diarmuid, Irisviel, who was standing behind her, quickly used her magic to heal her.

"Thank you, Irisviel. I'm much better now, and the wound is healing quickly."

Feeling her abdominal wound rapidly healing under Irisviel's care, Saber thanked her and raised her longsword once more.

Gently stroking the newly healed area on her abdomen, a chill ran through her. This Lancer's Noble Phantasm, capable of breaking through her armor and even forcing her sword in the stone to manifest, must possess anti-magic properties.

Before she could think, Diarmuid attacked her again, but this time he had replaced his spear with the yellow spear that had been thrown on the ground earlier.

Although she didn't know what abilities the spear possessed, Saber's intuition told her that if she were injured by that yellow spear, something bad would happen.

The spear and greatsword clashed once more, producing a resounding clang. Diarmuid seized the opportunity and instantly spun around, his yellow spear gleaming. In the instant their bodies crossed, Saber let out a soft groan as blood spurted from her wrist, staining the earth crimson.

“Saber…how could this be?”

Seeing that King Arthur had been injured by Diarmuid once again, Irisviel tried to heal her as before. However, to the surprise of both of them, no matter how Irisviel used her magic to try to heal Saber's injury, the wound continued to bleed and showed no signs of healing.

"What's going on?" Irisviel asked anxiously.

"Irisviel, don't try. This must be a special ability of that yellow spear." King Arthur tried to move his left hand, but found his fingers limp and powerless. This would be a fatal blow to either a swordsman or a knight.

Even so, Saber showed no sign of defeat; on the contrary, her fighting spirit grew even stronger.

"How can Lancer's stats be so high!" Irisviel saw that Saber had been injured by Lancer so easily twice, and she refrained from using her magic to check Diarmuid's stats.

This sight completely shattered all her previous impressions of Lancer's stats, causing her to exclaim in surprise.

Class: Lancer

Overall shaping rating: A+ (The value in parentheses is the original value; the value shown above is the result of improvement due to the ability to create space).

Strength: A (B)

Durability: B (C)

Agility: A+ (A)

Magic: A (D)

Luck: B+ (E)

Noble Phantasm: B+ (B)

What Irisviel didn't know was that Diarmuid's overall attributes had actually been greatly improved due to Yu Bai's strength. He was no longer the ordinary Lancer he once was; even the curse of Lancers having E-rank luck had been broken. Now he had evolved and transcended!

"Two long spears, one red and one yellow, with the ability to ward off magic and inhibit wound healing, and that demonic beauty mark on your face. You must be Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the chief knight of the Fiona Knights, the 'Radiant One'?"

Those two spears must be your Noble Phantasms, "Red Rose of Exorcism" and "Yellow Rose of Inevitable Annihilation." It is my honor to fight against you in this era.

"It is my honor to fight against King Arthur. This is the miracle that the Holy Grail can bring to the heroic spirits of different eras."

"Then let's go again! Lancer, this time I will unleash my Noble Phantasm." Since his identity had already been guessed by the other party, King Arthur no longer needed to hide anything and directly began to unleash the power of the Noble Phantasm in his hand.

Feeling the oppressive force emanating from the greatsword in the Knight King's hand, Diarmuid gripped his spear with both hands, his expression instantly turning serious.

Just as both sides were about to unleash their full power, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly descended from the sky. Immediately afterward, a blinding bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, tearing apart the once pitch-black heavens and leaving behind a dazzling purple streak that illuminated the battlefield.

With a thunderous roar, two divine beasts resembling bulls appeared in the air, pulling a chariot. The massive twin-bull chariot swooped down towards the ground like a mountain, its wheels screeching against the earth and leaving several skid marks from rapid braking.

"Stop right there, all of you!"

When the oxcart finally came to a steady stop, a tall, imposing man in a red cloak slowly released his grip on the reins. His cloak fluttered in the wind, like a battle flag.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, he boldly proclaimed: "Both sides sheath your swords! No disrespect is permitted before the King! I am Iskandar, the Conqueror King, descending upon this Holy Grail War as the Rider! All of you, cease your fighting!"

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Rider: Before the King, no disrespect is allowed! Stop it, all of you!

Saber and Lancer: ...Is this guy serious?