But an unpleasant, cursed roar resounded through the night sky as if it were a denial of hope, and it was none other than the roar of a mad jet engine.

Saber looked up and saw the embodiment of abomination in the air. The frenzied Heroic Spirit rode an iron bird corrupted by the dark magic and once again bared its fangs at Artoria.

"Ahh

With Berserker's terrifying roar, flames erupted from the muzzles of the six-shot burst of the 20mm Balkan cannon.

Seeing Berserker suddenly give up the battle with Archer and launch an attack on herself, Artoria's brow couldn't help but furrow slightly. Although I had already guessed in my heart, this moment was more certain.

The battle with Archer must have been ordered by Berserker's master. But it was in this case, after revealing the golden sword body that the dazzling light appeared in front of people's eyes, Berserker rushed in front of her without hesitation.

This is only someone who resents her a lot, or has a lot of attachment to her.

There are many such people in her history. But if you add the abilities that Berserker showed before, there is only one one.

Although this was a good opportunity to kill Caster once and for all, Artoria had to give up on this situation for now. There are chances, but it's not good if you get hurt.

Hurriedly dodging the continuous artillery fire, Artoria stared at Berserker, who looked like a demon in the abyss, and couldn't help but smile a little wryly. 'What a grudge you have to kill me even if you become like this.' ’

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"Damn, why did Berserker go berserk again, why are you so obsessed with Saber?"

In order to support the battle between Berserker and Archer, Yan Ye did not hesitate to channel most of the magic power into Berserker's body, and the severe pain caused by the madness of the engraved worm in his body was like a file scraping his hands and feet, piercing into the bone marrow, and almost fainting.

The most important thing is that he is standing in front of him now is the man he swore to kill no matter what, and he is powerless.

The attack launched by overdrawing his life was only blocked by Shi Chen with the simplest defensive magic array, and it couldn't do any damage at all, which was undoubtedly unacceptable to him.

And Berserker's rampage undoubtedly made the already overwhelmed Goose Night even more devastated.

In Tosaka's view, this battle is not a magic duel at all, but just a comical farce.

Shi Chen only silently maintained the defensive formation, and did not make any moves that could be called an attack. Despite this, the night of the wild goose on the other side is already in a state of dying.

This is completely self-defeating. For the current wild goose, the act of using magic is a fatal act of suicide in itself. Presumably, as a party concerned, Yan Ye also knew it very well, but he still did not hesitate to continue to use techniques beyond his own limits, and as a result, he could only reap the consequences.

The current appearance of the wild goose night is simply miserable. The capillaries all over the body ruptured, and blood foam splattered everywhere. His own crumbling figure, which was completely unable to stand upright, seemed to be drowned in a cloud of blood. The face that rolled its eyes because it was too painful made it impossible to judge whether the person was still conscious.

Is it so bold to say it, but it has become this virtue when you move your hands?

And the saddest thing is that no matter how much Yan Ye harms his life to mobilize his magic, his attack has never been able to hurt Shi Chen's hair.

The current situation of a moth to a fire is simply a reproduction of this old idiom. The swarms of beetles rushed straight towards Shi Chen's flame array, but they never managed to break through the defenses, and they were all burned without a trace. As an emissary, the act of confronting the flames head-on is extremely stupid in itself. Despite this, the wild goose night's attack did not relax in the slightest, cutting its own life and driving the bugs to charge in vain, turning into bursts of flying ash.

It's a sight that makes people laugh at it. For this extremely weak enemy, Shi Chen had already surpassed the limit of contempt and began to feel a little pity for him. Soon, the flames will burn all the insects in the wild goose night. And at that time, it must be that Yan Ye himself will die of anger because he can't bear the pain. Shi Chen only needs to pay attention to maintaining his spells and watch from the wall leisurely. Under his impregnable defense, the winner will naturally be decided.

But for Shi Chen, who followed the noble devil's way, it was the greatest displeasure to continue to expose the ugliness of the misguided and depraved magician in front of his eyes.

"Intensiveeinascherung"

With Shi Chen's second verse chanting, the fire snake of the defensive array slowly meandered towards the wild goose night. The wild goose night is not even defended. For this magician, who is now learning and selling, it is doubtful whether he has the knowledge to fight against attack spells.

"Kill you, you are dirty and dirty. ”

Although it was burned alive, the wild goose didn't even scream, just kept repeating the curse in a low voice. His body, which had been eaten by insects from within, may no longer feel pain.

Just as the wild goose night writhed in pain to shake off the flames that wrapped his body, he accidentally broke the guardrail. Just rolled off the eaves and fell into the darkness of the alley.

In the end, Shi Chen swept away the insects that were still entrenched around him with flames. He lifted his defenses and sighed as he straightened his clothes.

"There is no need to identify the corpse. Even if the other party is still angry, he will definitely not live long. Next, just wait for Berserker, who has lost his Master, to disappear naturally. ”

According to Shi Chen's original prediction, the Jian Tong family will give up this Holy Grail War and stay on the sidelines. But now, the other party suddenly sent Yan Ye, a laggard who had long been expelled from the house, as a temporary master, which is really puzzling. Until the end, Shi Chen failed to understand the reason for Yan Ye's participation in the war.

Not wanting to be bothered by this victory, which had no sense of accomplishment and only an unpleasant aftertaste, he simply forgot about it and turned to the river to observe the battle that had begun at Caster.

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And at the moment when Artoria dodged the attack, Berserker immediately followed.

relentlessly pestered Artoria, making her unable to separate.

"I'd love to settle the matter with you, but... I'm sorry. Now is not your turn. Artoria muttered softly, looking at the mad Berserker, the sword of kings reappearing on the left and right.

Against Berserker's abilities, Caliburn, with its purification capabilities, is undoubtedly the best choice. Artoria didn't want to waste any more time.

At the speed at which the Berserker is rushing over, although it has a fairly high attack power, its defense is also weak, as long as it is accurate in time and defeats it in that instant.

At the moment when the two met, Artoria's eyes froze, and with a near-predictable intuition, she keenly found the flaws of the other party. After dodging the opponent's attack slightly, Caliburn in his left hand slashed towards Berserker, who was unable to avoid it.

'Bang .....'

"It's you! Looking at the black knight, Artoria also praised from the bottom of her heart.

At the moment of slashing the opponent, Berserker relied on the combat instinct integrated into his bones to flip the treasured fighter at some angles, which made the sword that should have been hit slashed on the body.

Although because of the ability to purify, the fighter is not in Berserker's possession. But this is insignificant for Berserker.

"Are you crazy, mad dog!" suddenly came an angry voice from the sky, along with sledgehammers, axes, and crossbow arrows.

Berserker, who lost his flexibility, was also pierced through the pitch-black armor, and the scythe completely blew up the already broken fighter, and a huge red lotus flower bloomed in the air. Hit by debris and a storm, Berserker was blown away weakly, drawing a parabola in the air and falling like gravel into the river.

In the battle with Berserker just now, Gilgamesh suffered a loss. Berserker, whom he regarded as a mad dog, was shot down in the river. And then he ignored Saber and attacked him.

This is not the first time, and it was the same last time. For Archer, whose self-esteem is far beyond ordinary people, this rude behavior is undoubtedly the greatest insult to him.

Looking at Gilgamesh's embarrassed appearance, Artoria was inexplicably in a better mood, and even a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if it was the happiest thing to see this arrogant guy being insulted.

"Okay, now that the matter is settled, it's up to you. Artoria whispered, refocusing her gaze on the giant sea monster.

"Die, Caster!!"

The gorgeous sword in the stone quietly disappeared, and Artoria raised the sword of victory with both hands, and the huge magic power poured into the golden sword.

The light is gathering

On the river, on the bank, in the endless starry sky, and in people's hearts. But wherever there is light, it constantly gathers around the holy sword, as if illuminating this holy sword is its highest task, and the brilliance is infinitely condensed, converging into a dazzling beam.

Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything. Webb, Alice Phil opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes staring straight at the splendor in the air, and at this moment her heart swelled with indescribable admiration.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer of all the soldiers who have died on the battlefield throughout the ages, the dream that they have pursued and dreamed of all their lives, called "Glory". This glory can only be achieved by King Arthur, who inaugurated the Age of Holy Britain and lived forever beyond time and space. The heroic figure that once illuminated the darkness of troubled times deeper than the night.

Proud of exalting this will, and righteous in carrying out this faith, Artoria sang aloud the true name of the miracle in her hand:

“ex―――calibur！！！”

The light is rushing

The light is roaring

The magic was accelerated by the unfettered dragon factor, turning into a flash of light. The rushing stream that erupted swept up countless whirlpools, engulfing the sea demons and the night. In the evaporating seawater in an instant, every component of the demonic troll, which was the embodiment of terror, was exposed to the scorching impact, and the sea demon let out a terrible scream.

This glory is unattainable

That's the light that shines on the world................