And at this time, on the other side-

Near the port.

A figure was standing not far from Cúchulainn's battle with Dilumudo.

A shadow-like servant.

The tall body, all wrapped in heavy, pitch-black armor, had neither delicate ornamentation, nor polished luster, not even the slightest ornamentation, not even the slightest gap.

And, above the armor, there was a dark mist entwined, like the darkness that poured out of the endless darkness and bottomless abyss, deep and dark, like a curtain.

The black smoke screen made it look like it was shrouded in shadows, like the blurred and distorted air in the heat, and the outline was always vague and hazy, staring at the other person, only the movements of his limbs could be seen, but not much more.

Even the face is covered by a helmet, so it is impossible to see clearly. And the only thing that can be called a gap is the transverse gap left for the eye.

However, the eye still could not see through the horizontal gap, and in the horizontal crevice, there was only a pair of burning red pupils that burned like flames and overflowed with a sense of rage.

Standing across from him was a dwarf knight dressed in a heavy, yellowed white armor with red accents on it.

The two seem to have something in common - they can't see clearly.

Although the heavy white armor did not hide all traces like the black servant, it seemed to be able to block prying eyes to some extent, and the more you looked closely, the more you couldn't see clearly.

"You! Who the hell! ”

The dwarf knight, Mordred, shouted.

Just now, when she got permission from the Qin people and rushed to the port, she encountered this pitch-black servant.

Berserker, there is no doubt that if the other party was not summoned by her master, who mistook the servant as an opera singer, it was the original berserker in this Holy Grail War.

After encountering the opponent, Mordred didn't think much about it and started to fight directly.

Before having a meal and meeting your "dear" "father", you can warm up.

With such thoughts, she and this berserker began to fight.

However, as the battle progressed, she sensed that something was more and more wrong.

This berserker seems familiar with her way of fighting.

And she also felt that the other party's fighting skills had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

However, because the weapon the other party was holding was a long-handled hammer that was picked up casually from a construction site on the side of the road.

However, even if the thing you are holding is an iron hammer, you can make that iron hammer exert the strength of a precious device.

Even, in terms of combat skills, he is faintly better than himself.

As a Knight of the Round Table, there are not many people who can defeat him in weapon skills.

“aaaaa——”

However, there is no possibility that the other party will be able to communicate.

Berserker's response to her inquiry was only a wild growl.

Then, the hammer rushed at it like a beast.

An unpleasant, cursed roar echoed through the night sky, and with a monster-like roar, Berserker's hammer arced out.

Mordred immediately swung the sword of the king in his hand, Clarent.

More dazzling than any silver, a silver arc swept through the air, and the silver longsword clashed with the hammer.

Clang!!!

Like the sound of striking iron, the echoing metallic sound resounded in the air, and Mordred could feel that a great force that was clearly comparable or even faintly superior came from the silver sword in her hand, shaking her hand armor.

However, just as the hammer and sword intersected, Mordred spread his legs and unleashed his strength, only to find that the other party had withdrawn the hammer and smashed it diagonally down from the right side.

So fast!

Surprised, Mordred hurriedly lowered the long sword in his hand, his body slightly sideways, and blocked the long sword to the right with the fastest speed and the shortest path to resist the attack.

However, at this moment, an alertness flashed through her mind.

Wrong! It's a feint!

But she has no room and no time to make more movements, and the opponent's movements are obviously faster than herself.

Realizing this, Mordred hurriedly curled up her arms in front of her neck, ready to block the blow for the purpose of reducing damage.

Sure enough, the hammer that swung vigorously and heavily towards her right arm was just a disguise.

The opponent's right hand was already at the junction of the hammer and the handle, and the left hand slid from the end of the hammer to the middle, the long handle of the hammer stabbing towards her throat like a spear.

The end of the hollow hammer handle, I don't know when a corner was missing, and the sharp end was undoubtedly sharp.

However, because of Mordred's keen intuition, the blow was blocked.

Clang!!!

Unlike the heavy hammer's heavy blows, this thrust for the purpose of surprise attack does not have enough destructive power.

If it had been hit in the throat, it could have caused serious injuries, but the blow to the wrist guard of the armour, which was significantly thicker, left only a deep dent.

After blocking the attack, Mordred slashed at Berserker's head with a slash in his right hand.

Although she was fast enough, the apparently better speed allowed the Berserker to block.

The hands holding the handle of the hammer slashed to both sides, and the hammer was raised diagonally—

Clang!

Mordred's slash was directly blocked by the hammer handle.

Then, again, the offensive was launched.

The opponent had clearly understood that surprise attacks had little effect, and immediately changed their tactics, constantly using continuous heavy attacks while Mordred was wary of surprise attacks.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

In the middle of the three hammer blows, the road surface exploded as if it had been blasted, and the asphalt that shattered into pieces of fine chips scattered in all directions.

The black dust in the sky disturbed Mordred's vision to a certain extent.

As Mordred dodged the concrete shards that had been splattered from the Berserker's thump, she saw the Berserker pounce with all its might, on all fours!

There was no time for her to give up the dodge fragment and do a second evasion.

"Are you really a Berserker!?"

Mordred, who was extremely aggrieved, roared angrily, liberated his magic power, used the blade as a shield, stepped out with his right foot, stepped forward, attacked as defense, and once again changed to a defensive posture of frontal blocking.

The dazzling silver sword was shrouded in great power and slashed out heavily.

Clang!!!

Click-

Again, the familiar sound of metal clashing sounded, but this time, the pitch-black hammer with black and red lines shattered in response.

"Although this guy can turn the things he catches into a treasure, there is a limit to the strength of the treasure!"

Mordred realized this instantly.

Since there is a limit, then-

Rumble!

Once again, surging magic burst out of the body.

The dazzling silver sword directly slashed the heavy hammer, and then, straight towards the berserker.