That man is a lump of muscles.

No matter how you think about it, it can only be compared to this. Although he is a big man with a height of more than two meters, everyone who sees him will first be blinded by his extra-sized muscles. Then looking up to estimate his height makes it even more desperate.

The countless scars carved into the blue and white muscles made it easy to imagine that he was the one who had accumulated terrifying cultivation and peace achievements. However, none of those wounds had yet reached his interior, but they were also visible.

Using a knife to cut a huge iron ball, of course, the wound cannot be fatal. Yes, his muscles were like pieces of steel. A sharp blade might cut through his skin, and maybe bleed a little. But that's not all.

The arms resemble the carcass of a crocodile. It is obvious that the large chest muscles, despite being naked, are still as strong as armor. The soothing feet are as strong and powerful as the hind limbs of a mammoth.

Although the leather belt tightly tightens the whole body, including the face, the man's face shows no pain at all, and even a pleasant smile appears. He was dressed only to this extent. Covering the leather around the waist and between the hips has nothing to do with protecting the body.

However, this is enough. His muscles weren't what his armor could hold, or he didn't need them at all. That's an overwhelming super muscle that has reached such a point.

At dusk, the man walked unkemptly through the ideal forest that spread out in the east of Tulliface.

In comparison, it is more realistic for a large octopus to walk on the road. He was so out of place in this natural forest.

The man is the Red Servant - the berserker.

"Stop yet, Berserker!"

Someone chased him like a liberated beast. As she leaped between the branches, the girl called out to Berserker again and again.

The eyes of the girl dressed in emerald green contain an inorganic substance and sharpness reminiscent of a beast. The hair stretched haphazardly, and though it was not as smooth as a nobleman's, it was very befitting of the wild face. That's right, she's a beautiful humanoid beast.

Berserker smiled, resolutely did not stop, and replied to her words:

"Hahahaha, Archer. Forgive me for having trouble obeying that command. I must go to the stronghold, to the tyrants. ”

Red Archer shouted anxiously:

"You idiot! I said that I would wait for the time to be ripe, why I just don't understand!"

But Berserker didn't stop. He still stepped forward strongly, step by step. He has been walking for two days and two nights now. Berserker was witnessed by pedestrians on the road and could only pray that the suspicious priest would take care of it.

"There's no waiting in my dictionary. ”

That's the end of it, Red Archer stopped thinking about him. More precisely, following the orders conveyed by the pigeon, she chose to focus on reinforcement if persuasion did not work.

"After all, it's a berserker, and it's impossible to exchange ideas. ”

To her sighing self-talk, a voice responded:

"Well, I thought it would be so. He, Berserker's rank is not a façade. ”

Hearing the sound of falling from the sky, Archer looked up at the branches above. A young man with a leisurely smile on his face was standing there. That's quite a pretty man. But that beauty is not the beauty of the elegant knight who makes the nobleman's mind ripple, the man's eyes are as sharp as a bird of prey, and the sturdy body is thick but not vulgar. It was a heroic style that men, women, the elderly, children, and everyone longed for.

The Red Rider is considered by the entire Red Fang to be a man who can rival the immortal hero Karna.

"Rider, do you mean that you can only abandon him?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Rider replied:

"Well, I can't help it. It's a monster that only thinks about fighting. You're trying to convince him, how weird are you?"

"I'm good at harnessing raging beasts. I thought about shooting an arrow through his knee, but ......"

If he did, the berserker would undoubtedly change the spearhead and pounce on the Archer.

"You'll be able to do a great favor if you take care of yourself, big sister. ”

"By the way, why did you chase after you?"

The young man replied with a knowing smile on his face as he welcomed the question:

"Of course, I'm worried about you. Isn't that obvious?"

"Whew, yes. ”

She was neither blushing, nor surprised, not even angry, completely unresponsive. If it is an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous a wife is, this sentence is undoubtedly enough to make her shy.

But for the archer, who has lived with wild beasts, rhetoric doesn't mean much. His sweet words were simply dismissed, and Rider scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, with a cough, he returned to his original mission.

"All in all, we were given the task of supporting the rear in the rear, to support the Berserker as much as we could, and at the same time to gather as much intelligence as possible. ”

"We're about to face the enemy. If it goes well, I'm afraid that guy will arrive in the Stronghold late this night. Until then, though, there should be an attack. ”

"Phew, anyway, I'd like to get to know the guys on Black's side first. ”

Archer and rider, both of whom are first-class hunters and warriors. The fortress that the seven servants were waiting for, they didn't think that they could win by just half the number of people who broke in.

"If you want to stop that berserker, you must have at least two servants, or all of them to attack, otherwise you can't do it. ”

Yes, even then, it took an extraordinary effort to stop the Berserker.

"That being said, this is a far cry from the berserker we know as knowledge. ”

"Definitely. Because he's a berserker who can talk, I thought his madness level wasn't very low. ”

The Red Berserker's madness level is outside of the evaluation specifications. Due to the ability to engage in conversation, at first glance it would seem like a low level of madness, but the Berserker is purely talkative and unable to exchange ideas. It's not so much disobedience to orders as failure to understand them. Even the command to use the spell, if the two were not superimposed, it would only be a heavy pressure on his body, and it would not be able to stop him from acting.

"Thracian sword fighters, symbols of rebels———— Spartacus. Really, a man with a strange personality."

Red Berserker, Spartacus. He was a Roman slave of sword fighters, but one day he escaped with seventy-eight of his companions. He was the hero who defeated a pursuing force of about 3,000 men and caused slave armies to swarm everywhere. Although he was betrayed by his trusted pirates and torn to pieces by the Roman army, he won a series of battles before that. For a slave who is weak, he has indeed always been a star of hope.

Hates all autocrats and fights against all the strong. In order to protect the weak, be considerate of the weak, and heal the weak. And first and foremost, the berserkers who fight for rebellion. That's Berserker.

"Rider, what's wrong with your horse?"

"I'm here to get information, so I can't give it to the other party. This time, I won't use them. ”

"Whew. Hey, it's okay if it's you. Is the weapon a sword or a gun?"

"Guns, of course. ”

Rider and Archer, still chasing the berserker. Walking straight and slow, he couldn't be lost.

"Anyway, Archer, let me ask you something. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Have you ever seen the master's face?"

"No, no. All I saw was some intermediary of the master, the priest. ”

Immediately after being summoned, Archer realized that the man in front of him was not the master. Because he was followed by a figure who obviously looked like a servant, and the most important thing was that he didn't feel connected to the line.??

"Me too. Forget it, magicians and the like say so, or that's it. ”

"Either way, it's unusual. However, imagine what awaits us in the end, and in the end I am afraid that there will be death. ”

The first issue in this Holy Grail War is not the defeat in the war, but after the victory. Whoever survives, the chances of all seven being safe are slim. However, it is impossible for only one person to survive.

Moreover, the Holy Grail is an existence that can only fulfill the wishes of one group. Therefore, the moment of victory in the Great War, internal divisions began. As long as you are a magician, you will aim for the "Root Vortex" located outside the world, which records all the past and all the future. If a holy relic that holds that possibility is in front of you, even your companions will kill each other as a matter of course.

Of course, the Servant is no exception. In order to fulfill one's wishes, one must kill the partners who are fighting side by side.

Therefore, even if it is said to be a joint effort, I am afraid that the relationship can only last until the final moment and the moment before the victory is decided.

"That's why you don't want to show your face?"

"No, no, you should show your face no matter what. It's always suspicious, the priest and the servant. ”

"Assassin, claim your real name is Semiramis?"

At the time of the meeting, because the Red Assassin revealed his real name, even Archer and Rider were dumbfounded.

It's nothing. Because I am an Assassin, existence itself is uncertain. At least publicize your real name, and I want to use this as proof of our common struggle.

Despite all that, neither Rider nor Archer believed her words. The strong atmosphere of decadence that entangled her made the two of them, as pure warriors, feel anxious and distrustful.

"Yes, Semiramis. Her Majesty the Empress of Assyria. Ah, why is it that the guy called Wang is arrogant and arrogant, both male and female? ”

"When you are served, you will become that attitude. We are equal in our position and don't care. ”

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At the same time, the city of Mirenia, six pairs of master and slave gathered again.

In conjunction with Darnick's code, Black Caster operates a seven-lamp candlestick to reflect the light outside the city. This kind of magic, which uses the golem soaring in the sky as a relay point, far exceeds the farthest distance that an ordinary magician can see using vision magic.

Reflected through the golem was an indescribable sight of a crude, sloppy, half-naked man marching into the forest.

Darnick spoke first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to Caster's report, this servant is rushing through the forest day and night, towards the city of Mirenia. ”

Hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded. Since this is a war, it is only natural that the Servants will attack it. But whether it is a surprise attack or a bright attack, it is common for multiple servants to attack together. Of course, someone like the Red Lancer with other tasks is a different story.

There wasn't even a shadow of a subordinate around, in other words, the servant was going to kill him single-handedly. It's really stupid, but there is only one person in the seven ranks who can do such stupid behavior as if nothing happened.

"I judged this man to be the Red Berserker. I'm afraid it's because the madness level is too high, and he's in a state of craving for the enemy. ”

As a servant summoned by Berserker, the level of madness varies from person to person, based on anecdotes. The lower the Frenzy level, the less Rank Boost you receive, but as compensation, you can communicate with each other to some extent. The high level of madness, although the status is expected to be greatly increased, but at the cost, it is not only the communication of thoughts, but even the impossibility of making them obey orders.

Of course, there are no exceptions, such as Vlad III, who sits on the jade throne and is calmer than the vast majority of servants, I don't know if it is the opposite of things.

Fiore asked, "What should I do, uncle?"

"Of course, we can't let this opportunity slip away, and it is enough to dispatch three servants. However, this is a unique opportunity in the Holy Grail War. If this berserker goes well, it may even become our pawn. ”

Darnick's words caused a lot of discussion. After the silence had calmed down, Vlad III asked in a serene tone, the opposite of the man in the image, who exuded a frenzy:

"Let Yu hear the specific plan. Gathering the servants here like this, you naturally have this plan. ”

"Yes, Lord. ”

And just like that, Darnick began to tell about his plans.

I have to say that Danick is worthy of being an old-timer who has participated in the Third Holy Grail War, and he is extremely experienced, and he can't help but want to listen to it just by starting out - except for two people.

One was absent-minded, with a pair of big eyes gurgling around, as if he was thinking about something.

The other lowered his head, his gaze raised silently over Saber, Caster, Rider, and Gold.

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Three hours have passed. The sun has set, and the forest is gradually surrounded by darkness. The Berserker's attack, which had been smooth sailing so far, paused slightly.

"Enemy?"

"Well, but it doesn't seem to be a servant. ”

As Archer said, standing in Berserker's path were the spikes of Yogdomirenia, the combat androids, and the bronze golem that stood in the way of the Berserkers, who had to look up at their huge bodies. More than 100 in number.

"What should I do, do you want to help him?"

Rider's proposal was a bit of a disappointment. Absolutely. If it's okay to say from the servant, there is no need to help at this level. There was no need, so the two chose to watch.

The battle between the Red Berserker and the Black Spike was simply one-sided.

Slashed into the shoulder by the android's tomahawk, and slammed into the door by the golem's fist. Despite being hit by a fist that could shatter steel, his smile remained untouchable. It's better to say that I always feel that smile has simply become brighter.

From the very beginning, the Berserker had no intention of dodging any attacks. Rather, he even deliberately jumped into the attack.

Bear the attack, bear it, bear it in vain. Hit hard, hurt, even so, that heart-warming smile never disappears. Soon, though not exhausted, the androids and golems became confused and stopped attacking. That's when the Berserker got into action.

"O doll of the sad tyrant, at least sleep under my sword and fist. ”

Berserker's hand grabbed the Golem's face. Easily threw the golem, which was presumed to be about three meters in size, far away, crushing the artificial people who happened to be at the place where they fell.

"Come, you too. ”

As he spoke, he slashed his sword sideways at will. Just like that, the upper body of the android present was blown away. A punch was struck at the struggling golem, and the magically strengthened bronze head was destroyed.

Berserker's tyranny did not stop. He spread his arms wide and struck bravely. He picked up the five golems and threw his back back violently. The stone dolls, which collectively weighed more than several tons, were destroyed from their skulls due to his throwing technique (over-the-shoulder throw).

It's like a typhoon in the world. Every time you swing your sword and punch you, you can generate a lot of garbage.

The red berserker smiled and shook his sword, smiled and swung his fist, it was no different from a nightmare. Even androids with only thin feelings were infected by this madness and chose to flee.

After tearing the final golem to shreds, Berserker looked at the destruction and cruelty he had weaved, nodded contentedly, and took another step.

"He's laughing. ”

"I can laugh too. ”

Archer and rider face each other with the unique unpleasure of witnessing something creepy. The battle was a matter of course, the victory was a matter of course, and they had neither complaint nor half admiration for the tragic end. But the Berserker's smile was enough to send chills down their bodies.

"Whew. Indeed, the Heroic Spirit was no one but Berserker. ”

If anger comes to his face, Archer and Rider might think he might be a rational berserker. However, he was smiling. Smile as if your heart was rippling, fighting, killing, smashing.

"Anyway, the strength is clear at a glance. In that case, as long as he didn't use some weighty Noble Phantasm, he wouldn't be able to stop him from attacking. ”

"In your opinion, can he kill a servant?"

"Who knows. It's not impossible for that guy's Noble Phantasm to continue to function......"

"However, the so-called 'continuous function' is as difficult as reaching the sky, that guy's treasure ......"

Even though they are companions who fight side by side, the Red Servant will not even explain the abilities of the Noble Phantasm to each other. But Berserker, as an exception, was revealed by his master.

The Phantasm is called "Crying armonger", and due to its special properties, it would be certain that it would not survive in the first place if it were a normal Holy Grail War.

However, if those "black" servants just continue to hurt him helplessly, maybe it will become interesting. ”

That's right, the more you hurt. The more damage you take, the more intense it increases. That Phantasm - there is even a possibility that a single blow will make this Holy Grail battle decide.

"Hmm. ”

Archer's nose trembled slightly, seemingly unpleasantly. The smell of iron and motor oil seemed to be an unbearable stench for her, who was similar to an animal.

"What's wrong?"

"It was discovered. Black's Servant is approaching."

The perception of the archer is far superior to that of the rider. If what she said was correct, she should be about to meet the enemy.

"It's going to be a dry fight. ”

"Understood. ”

The two servants summoned their respective armaments.

The gun that Rider summons, the Gang Gun, is a giant spear that relies on its sharp edge and super weight to wreak havoc. What Rider is holding is a simple and solidly structured gun facing white soldiers.

Judging by its length and the way it can be easily held with one hand, it seems that the der wants to challenge the white soldiers without using the original weapon "mounting". Truth be told, that's brute bravery. However, his laid-back attitude can be said to be a good demonstration of how heroic the Red Rider is.

Archer, on the other hand, summoned a bow that was not to be mentioned. The bow in black paint, longer than her height, is rumored to have been awarded by the goddess of hunting (Artemis). Its name is Tauropolos, another name for the goddess Artemis, who has the nickname of the bull killer. It is indeed a gem worthy of archers. What you can't shoot through by virtue of it doesn't exist in the first place.

"Then Rider, I'll step back and cover Berserker with you. ”

She immediately backed away, diving into the darkness of the forest. Even the rider who looked at her, even if he could feel the breath, didn't know where she was at all. It seems that if you become a super-first-class hunter, it will be easy to integrate with the forest.

"Okay. Next, let me give them a gentle massage. ”