Chapter One Thousand and Seventy-Two

After the Maiden of Einzberen had finished her 'thanks', she and Berserker left the river without a doubt, a gesture of a victor, a kind of not at all worried about a surprise attack by an opponent. But in fact, no one will be idle to engage in sneak attacks, Berserker has fully demonstrated his strength, except for the weird immortality, that brute force alone is enough for anyone to fear, plus that and the strength is almost equal to agility, let alone sneak attacks, it is difficult to get close.

At this moment, the center of the battlefield is inevitably a little embarrassing, as soon as Berserker leaves, this battle will almost not be able to continue, leaving only two scarred people standing opposite each other and winking, everyone on both sides actually still has some reservations until now, it is not difficult for the two to fight, but it is not enough to kill the opponent to divide the winner and loser, this situation can be seen clearly whether it is the Servant side or the Master side, so at the moment no one spoke, and there was no movement.

After a while of silence, Mordred couldn't hold back his silence, and after glancing at Artoria in the distance without a trace, he turned around with a big grin, but his legs and feet seemed to be a little inconvenient and returned to Qing's side, this process Archer just watched, and the hidden Assassin also did not move, everything remained very calm, compared to the bombardment and bombing movement like the battle with Berserker just now, it was completely quiet now.

"Hey Master, is Berserker far away?" The first thing Xiao Mo asked when he came back was this, because the night was very thick, and he couldn't see the scene in the darkness of the night just by relying on the naked eye. Qing unfolded his senses and looked around, then nodded, "It's indeed gone." Said a little relieved, the strength of that monster is really not ordinarily strong, a typical war weapon, strength, speed, and skill are all top-notch, if it is not a loss of consciousness, it can almost be said that no one is an opponent.

Qing turned his hand and clenched his fist slightly, he had to rush out his treasure as soon as possible in the near future, although I don't know if the shortening of the construction period will have an impact on the treasure itself. But Qing has such a self-confidence, as long as he has enough weapons in his hand to use the means, then as long as he can play, he will definitely not be worse than Berserker, although the other party has a strong physical capital, but combat skills can make up for these power gaps, after all, Berserker itself has no consciousness.

Seeing that the battle could not continue, Archer simply returned to the master, so that the battle was really over, and at this moment, Emiya Shirou slowly approached the battlefield, and told the silver-haired girl who left that he was late.

Xiao Mo watched as Wei Gong stepped forward with Artoria, she snorted loudly through the sturdy helmet, and the hand holding the sword trembled visibly, but soon she recovered from her original state. Qing also noticed the subtle changes in the people around her, smiled and patted her shoulder, seeing that she could control the fluctuations in her mood, this was really a deep relief, because there was a battle with Lancer first, and then a fight against Berserker, plus continuous treatment all the time, the magic thing is really bottoming out this time, if there is any more fighting, it will really be lost.

Nothing happened, Emiya Shirou carefully kept his distance and stood still, although he said that he did not participate in the battle, he definitely had a share of the credit for ending the battle.