Chapter Twenty-Nine: Berserker, Out

"Stay here, if it's not necessary, don't come out!" Zhao Mian once again admonished the palace guard in front of him, and then walked out with a war hammer and shield. The situation on the field can be described at a glance, the castle building materials mixed with scattered blood dotted the messy rooms, and from the broken wooden planks and wreckage, we can conclude that the place may have been used as an auditorium in the past. A staircase that was not long was in front of Zhao Mian, and the expensive carpet that had been laid on it had been broken under countless swords, and some scattered weapons were still submerged in the stone floor, and the magic floating on them made Zhao Mian understand that it was not a simple mortal soldier, but something more difficult to see—treasures, divine weapons, magic swords, and other items.

However, it was not these powerful objects that attracted Zhao Mian's attention, but the trembling girl at the end of the stairs, and in front of her, the BERSERKER, who had been guarding her like an iron tower, was now in a situation like a pile of black pieces of flesh in front of her as described in Shinji's words. Countless swords stood like a dense thorn in that small place, and those blood-stained murder weapons seemed to warn others of their sharpness. And not far from the pile of meat, two men who looked like they didn't have a big age difference stood there, among them, the blue-haired one had been cowering since he saw Zhao Mian, but after glancing at the blonde servant standing calmly beside him, he once again raised his chest high.

"It's you! You damn thing! If it weren't for you, how could the heir of my dignified Kiri family be reduced to this point!" Shinji's words echoed through the wide room, "Kill ......"

"The last time we met, there was one thing I wanted to know. However, none of the remaining guys in this room expressed opinions and suggestions on the mourning of this mourning dog, and Zhao Mian, who ignored the guy who could only be regarded as a war scum under any circumstances, said to the blonde servant, "Can you solve my doubts this time?" As he spoke, he walked down the stairs and finally stopped on the left side of the girl, but the girl who was reminiscent of snow just stared blankly at the piece of meat in front of her, without any reaction.

"Ha, low-level and imbecile crumbs can actually have doubts. It seems that it will take a little time to wait for the resurrection of the minced meat over there, so let's reply to your small wish during this time!" The blonde servant curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his slightly evil smile had to be said to be very compatible with the servant, and the pair of burgundy pupils casually glanced at the terrace behind Zhao Mian - almost without looking back, Zhao Mian knew that the guard palace did not follow his command, but acted on his own, "I hope you two miscellaneous pieces will not make this king too boring!"

"Since the last time we met, you've been talking a lot. Zhao Mian asked with a frown—although no one knew what his expression was like through the mask, "But I don't feel any malice in it, and I don't even feel much contempt in it, so is that your mantra?"

"Hmph, is it such a boring question?" The arrogant servant looked at Zhao Mian's eyes, but it seemed that it was not only Zhao Mian in front of him who was staring at him, he took a step forward, casually as if he was taking a walk in the garden of his own home, "THIS RIDER, STUPID MISCELLANEOUS, THIS KING IS VERY HAPPY TO SOLVE YOUR DOUBTS." Because between heaven and earth, I am the only hero who can be called a king, and the rest is just a few miscellaneous pieces!"

There was silence on the field, and after a long time, Zhao Mian's calm voice seemed to sound in this space with a little helplessness, "Eh, is it simple arrogance......

"Arrogant! Understand your position, bastard!" To be honest, maybe it's because this place is too quiet, but Zhao Mian's own actions of not lowering his voice can be said to be one of the fuses, but all in all, the golden servant seemed to be angered by Zhao Mian's words, and at that moment, the well-fitting casual shirt he was still wearing was replaced by a golden armor, and countless swords suddenly emerged from the space behind him, as if an unknown door had opened in that place," Your great disrespect to me is enough to make you die a thousand or ten thousand times! Standing there, I will kill you without leaving a piece of armor!" As soon as the words fell, the sword rained down.

However, as if to meet the sharp blade, a shield forged by light blocked the path of the sword rain, and countless weapons were nailed to it, some of them were bounced away, some pierced into it, and then blocked by the shield in Zhao Mian's hand after that, and some even left a sharp opening in Zhao Mian's armor - but none of the swords were stained with Zhao Mian's blood, and it was impossible to even cross Zhao Mian's side and fall on the girl. And Zhao Mian's voice sounded in the series of steel sounds, still as clear as ever, as calm as ever: "Then, you should try to take my only life first." As for the remaining thousands, we'll talk about it then!"

The bombardment lasted for a short period of time, and countless sword blades repeatedly attacked Zhao Mian during this time, but although the golden servant's attack was extremely sharp and powerful, and countless weapons with various attributes kept flying towards Zhao Mian, Zhao Mian told his enemy in front of everyone present: For a guy who is best at resisting all kinds of powerful guys, how solid his physical fitness and basic skills are.

TO PUT IT SIMPLY, THIS IS PERHAPS THE MOST POINTLESS BATTLE OF THE HOLY GRAIL WARS, AS IT IS PURELY A DRAIN ON THE PATIENCE OF THE ATTACKER - YOU SEE, IF YOU DARE TO BE AN ADVENTURER IN AZEROTH, AND ALSO HAVE A SHIELD, THEN A GOOD TANKER WILL HAVE A LOT TO GO THROUGH FOR THIS KIND OF BATTLE. Of course, the same problem is that TANKs without milk are lonely, and TANKs without DPS are helpless - but Zhao Mian can give himself milk, although it is impossible to fight back in a short period of time, but if it is just a fight for consumption, Zhao Mian thinks that it will not be worse than the guy in front of him.

Of course, the golden king was also very clear about this, he could clearly feel that he could not break through the turtle shell in front of him, the light that shone like steel in the dim light seemed to mock the weakness of his attack, still dazzling and bright. Beside the annoying tortoise, countless swords had broken their bodies, but they were only able to leave a few traces on his armor.

However, it was not the two guys who were comparing patience who interrupted the battle, the berserker on the ground who seemed to have been forgotten did not know when he struggled out of the pile of metal thorns, and the guy who should have been scarred stood behind Zhao Mian in his best posture. He roared loudly, as if venting his accumulated anger, and then smashed Zhao Mian against the wall on the other side of the golden servant, a stone slab. Then the tower-like man, roaring, brandished the stone axe sword in his hand and charged at the servants over there.

"Lying on the ground, who allowed you to raise your head, and even forcibly took the prey of this king? The ant is going to be like an ant, lying on the ground with his head bowed and waiting for me to grant you death!" The golden servant cursed loudly, compared to Zhao Mian's words just now, this time his behavior obviously made him even more unhappy, he let go of the relaxed posture he had been maintaining, and pulled out a stick from the space behind him? HE GRIPPED THE HILT OF THE THING'S SWORD AND POINTED IT IN BERSERKER'S DIRECTION, "AH, BUT FORGET IT, I JUST GET TIRED OF PLAYING WITH IT." I don't have much research on how to skillfully smash a tortoise shell, so - whether it's ants or crumbs, let's die here!"

ZHAO MIAN RAISED HIS HEAD, AND THROUGH THE SIDE OF BERSERKER, WHO WAS RUNNING TOWARDS THE GOLDEN SERVANT, HE SAW THAT THE GUY WAS HOLDING A STRANGE THING AT HIM, AND ON IT, WITH THE COMMOTION OF MAGIC POWER, THE INCOMPARABLE HURRICANE SEEMED TO BE ATTRACTED TO IT, AND THE PLASMA DRIVEN BY THOSE COMPRESSED HURRICANES EVEN TORE THE SPACE AROUND IT, AND WITH THE GROWTH OF MAGIC POWER, THE GREATER THE DEGREE.

"Enuma—" That may be the item's spell that activates it, the true name of the Noble Phantasm on which these Heroic Spirits rely. Zhao Mian quickly understood the current situation. He didn't have time to look around, the opportunity was fleeting, so he just relied on his senses to judge. 'Emiya is on the other side of the platform, as long as the attack range is not very large, it should not be affected, BERSERKER's situation just now is not so much the ability to recover, but the ability to resurrect, and all that is left on the scene is - '

“――Elish！”

"Holy light, protect my allies!" Zhao Mian's voice and light were still clear in the midst of the huge wind pressure.