"In that case, let's deal with you first!" Rider looked gloomily at Berserker, who was constantly killing his soldiers on the battlefield.

Countless soldiers poured towards Berserker, who was not afraid to meet him head-on with his sword in hand.

Berserker's real identity, Lanstrrow, is also one of the top players in the Knights of the Round Table, and even in fair terms between the two sides, Lanstrrow's strength is slightly higher than that of King Arthur.

It is true that the soldiers and generals on the side of the conqueror king are all in the form of servants, and they all have the attributes of the servants, and some are even higher than the attributes of the conqueror king (the attributes of the conqueror king are one level lower than that of Lancer in the Sola period, and the conqueror king is not even excellent in terms of the attributes of the servants).

It's just that these servant soldiers and generals summoned by the conquered king have neither treasures nor skills. The weapon he held in his hand was just ordinary mortal iron.

Without a treasure, no skill, and no powerful attributes, how can a single person be an opponent of Berserker? Even if it's ten, it's not enough.

The strength of a servant is not only based on attributes, but also on skills, treasures, attributes, abilities, masters, and even luck are all criteria for judging their strength.

Berserker has two A-level or higher skills alone.

Elven Protection: A. A blessing from the elves. Prioritize the ability to summon Lucky in dangerous situations. However, it can only be activated on battlefields where martial arts can be established. This is exactly what Berserker is facing.

Infinite Martial Arts: A+. In a certain era, the so-called unparalleled martial arts refinement, so that the complete integration of mental and physical skills, without any mental influence, can exert a powerful combat ability.

The mind and body skills are completely integrated, and it is quite a terrifying martial arts ability. Even Jelf is nothing more than that.

Thanks to the "Knight Doesn't Die with His Bare Hands" ability, Berserker can turn anything he picks up into a treasure as long as he identifies it as a weapon. Easily cut off the weapons in the hands of the Servant soldiers.

So the two sides fought, and countless Servant soldiers fell under Berserker's sword! In just a few moments, Berserker already had a corpse of a soldier next to him.

However, they were not alone in the battle, and the next wave of soldiers came again. These soldiers were summoned by the Conquest King using the Inherent Barrier, and their hearts were filled with a strong belief in the Conquest King. Going forward and following is like endless, and you can't kill it or cut it inexhaustibly.

No matter how strong Berserker is, he can't stop the attack of tens of thousands of people, and the gap in quantity is enough to make up for the quality. Manpower has a limit, unless it can be broken.

Just like Saitama or a hungry wolf!

Unfortunately, Berserker did not push the boundaries of this.

But he himself has reached the tipping point of the limit, and is constantly fighting like a machine that does not know how to get tired. It was as if there was something behind him that could give him infinite power.

And behind him was none other than Saber, Arthur Artoria Pendragon, who was his sovereign.

One ride is a thousand!

What the hell are you fighting for?!

Even Rider was shocked by Berserker's bravery.

Why do you want to work so hard? Why do you know my name? Is it someone I know? So which knight are you?

Looking at Berserker, who was fighting with all his might, Saber felt a sense of loss.

Someone who has this kind of strength and is willing to work so hard for her will know if he thinks about it a little. Who else but her Knights of the Round Table?

On the one hand, she was afraid to meet the members of the Knights of the Round Table, and she thought she had no shame to face them. On the one hand, she looked forward to seeing them, and she missed the days when they were by her side.

This feeling of suffering from gains and losses made her very worried.

A tall servant slashed at him. Although the sword is not a treasure, the wielder is a powerful Heroic Spirit. The strength was so great that the exhausted Berserker's hands were numb. An arrow then struck Berserker's helmet

Berserker's helmet flew high, and her jet-black hair slid down like a waterfall. Revealing the face distorted by the transformation into a Berserker under the helmet.

Even though it was distorted, Saber could vaguely recognize the owner. That's the comrade-in-arms who used to be with her day and night!

"That's... That's—" Saber said in a choked voice, trying to restrain his trembling body. She was so excited that she couldn't even say a finished word.

I couldn't even utter the name in its entirety.

Is it guilt? Was it a surprise? Or is it a relief? Or are there more other inexplicable feelings?

"Lanstrow!" A female voice familiar to Saber rang out, taking her place by the unspoken name. The familiar tone made Saber turn around and look at the girl in front of her with a smile on her face.

"It's time to eat, Artoria!" The girl chuckled softly, and Saber's white face couldn't help but blush.

"Merlin! How did you end up here? ”

Merry, the girl called Merlin by Saber, gently stretched out her hands and hugged her: "My king, I said that I will be where you are. Until the day you die. ”

"Don't forget... I'm your life coach. ”

Gently touching Saber's back like a feline fur, she wanted to stroke Saber's head, but found that she was not tall enough.

"Berserker give me back!" Tsuruno roared angrily, Berserker was now not only disobeying his orders, but also constantly extracting the magic in his body.

Yet how could Berserker listen to him now? Even though he is the Lord, his monarch has only one person from ancient times to the present!

The long-cherished wish is in front of you!

Damn it... Tsuruno stared at Berserker on the battlefield with a sinister look, and he made a crazy decision.

He cut off Berserker's mana supply directly!

Berserker, who was already suffering from the enemy on the battlefield, made matters worse! The body was empty, the foot stumbled, and the body almost collapsed directly.

Servants are not heroic spirits, and magic is the basis for their appearance in the world. Without magic, their existence cannot be maintained.

The servants and soldiers who conquered the king around them were also overwhelmed, and in their eyes Berserker was their king's enemy. How could you possibly let go of this great opportunity?

Another slash in the shoulder, another stab in the abdomen... A variety of weapons struck Berserker's body, and the sturdy armor had become tattered, and countless scars had been added to his sturdy body.

"Stop! Stop it! Saber shouted in distress.

None of this matters! Doesn't matter! I can hold on a little longer, and I can fight for my king again!

Berserker's heart kept roaring!

Physical pain is no match for mental pain.

He had a stronger faith in his heart than these soldiers, and his faith was even stronger when he knew the truth and everything about King Arthur. and a deep hatred of oneself.

It's all because of me... It's just that everything got so bad. It was I who destroyed what my king cherished most!

O king... Let the sinner do the last thing for you. Let the guilty minister apologize with death!

Lancelot has long been determined to die!

His wish to participate in the Battle of the Holy Grail was to obtain King Arthur's forgiveness, and even to be killed by her own hands. But now he discovers that there is a better way to atone for his sins - to die on the battlefield!

What better way to do that than by a knight fighting to his death on the battlefield for the sake of the monarch?

Poof, it was the sound of an iron object piercing into the body.

A spear pierced Berserker's chest from behind, and without the power of mana he couldn't even maintain the armor on his body.

Then a myriad of weapons scrambled to sink into his body.

With the last of his strength, he cried out: "For the glory of my king!" ”