What is the true identity of this ominous Servant, Caster must know, right?

No, he certainly knew.

Now that he knew the true names of all the Heroic Spirits that appeared in front of him during the Holy Grail War, Berserker couldn't be the only one.

Iskandar thought so, so he paid attention to Caster, and he noticed that Caster's eyes fell on the black ominous figure and paused, followed by his gaze wandering back and forth between Saber and Berserker. The look was so obvious that not only Webb had noticed it, but Saber, who was being watched, had apparently noticed Caster's strange gaze as well.

"What are you looking at, Caster?"

"Oh, that's fun." Caster laughed, and Iskandar could make out the teasing and mocking in that tone.

The Black Knight unleashed nothing but outright murderous aura. Even the whirlwind generated by its magic power is like a moan of resentment, which is creepy. Berserker, anyone knows him. Such a sinister and murderous fluctuation can only remind people of a frenzied heroic spirit.

"Hey, Caster. Do you want to hear the wish he has placed on the Holy Grail? Lancer didn't dare to stare at the Black Knight carelessly, but teased Caster in a flirtatious tone.

"As a king, he should naturally listen to the wishes and demands of all his subjects, and it is not particularly difficult to restore him to his senses from the madness." Iskandar was surprised to hear Caster say, "But perhaps it would be a good thing for him to go mad and lose his mind. This allows him to forget the pain that he will never forget. Since he has chosen this madness on his own, I don't want to wake him up from this madness back to painful reason. ”

"Crazy. Loss of reason, unforgettable pain. Iskandarmo rubbed his needle-like beard on his chin and looked interested: "Hey boy." What kind of rank does that guy have among the Servants? ”

Webb was asked by Rider. The diminutive Master just shook his head dumbfoundedly, "Can't tell. I can't tell at all. ”

"What? You're also a master, shouldn't a master like you be able to easily see the strength or weakness of the Heroic Spirit's ability? ”

Once you become a Master who has made a contract with the Immortal, you are granted clairsight that can see through other Servant abilities. The Holy Grail War invites the Heroic Spirits to participate, and only grants the Master this special ability. It is impossible for a generation master like Alice Phil to have this ability. Webb, the official master of the Rider, can compare the differences between the abilities of the Rider and the other Servants, and then strategize to turn the situation in a favorable direction. Now Webb has grasped the capabilities of Saber, Lancer, and Archer in front of him. But—

"I don't see who he is! That black guy, definitely Servant. Can...... I don't see what he's capable of at all! And Caster, I can't see what Caster is capable of. ”

Hearing Weber's embarrassed defense, Iskandar frowned and looked at Caster again.

"As a king, it is a matter of course to remain mysterious on weekdays so that your subordinates cannot be fathomed." Liu Jian smiled lightly: "Don't look at it." This is my precious ability, if you don't know my real name, even if the Master is endowed with the ability by the Great Holy Grail, he can't see through my strength or weakness. As for this guy...... Hehe,That's the ability brought by a very interesting little story.,Although it's degraded into the black fog around the body.,But so that others can't see their own depth.,This ability is still very useful.。 ”

Iskandar's brow furrowed, and the information revealed by Caster suggested that he had a way of hiding his true abilities, which may have something to do with his ability to peek into other Heroic Spirits' true name abilities and Noble Phantasms. Because in both cases he mentions the premise of 'being a king'. At the same time, Caster revealed that he obviously knew this berserker with an ominous aura very well. He even knows where his power comes from. Apparently, Berserker's real name and even his abilities and treasures have been mastered by this mysterious Caster.

"What a nuisance!" Iskandar couldn't help but say.

As an enemy, Caster knows everything he is capable of, but Caster himself is shrouded in a mist that makes it impossible to see, and the inconsistency in the report is so serious. Even those as strong as the King of Conquest felt a headache. At this time, Caster did not show any hostility, and simply focused his attention on the Black Knight again.

The black armor had no features or personality, nothing to suggest the identity of the person in the black suit - no, it would be more difficult to see it. The more you look at it, the more blurry it becomes.

It's not just Rider who feels. Saber, Lancer, and Alice Phil of the Watch have all noticed this. No matter how attentively you observe, you can't accurately capture his face.

It's like projecting an out-of-focus image. The outline of the black armor always becomes blurred. Sometimes double or triple figures overlap each other. I always felt that the figure was an illusion. That figure not only affected his vision, but even the Master's clair. That Heroic Spirit has a special ability or curse that can obscure its identity.

That's not at least what Berserker's level can have.

"That guy seems to be a tough enemy too......"

Saber heard Alice Phil's whisper. Nodding.

"And that's not all. If you think of the five Servants as opponents. It is not permissible to be a little negligent. ”

In a war of more than three people, the one left behind is the victor. Judging by the conventions of such warfare. Annihilating the weakest enemy in one fell swoop is the most reliable tactic. But now, no one can be sure who this target is.

Who attacked whom? Who will join in when the two are fighting? -- In order to survive on this battlefield. It is necessary to correctly grasp the movements of all enemies. There is no doubt about any Heroic Spirit.

He and Dilumudo are, of course, each other's strongest enemies. Once the two bet on the honor of the battle, someone in the middle intervened. The duel between these two should also be the first to take place. However, it was in the case of a one-on-one decision between the two of them, without any worries. Now that someone has intervened to this point, the two have to postpone this decisive battle.

The King of Conquest has not yet clearly established his opponents. His purpose at this moment is to identify all the Heroic Spirits who participated in the Battle of the Holy Grail. But now that he's fearlessly revealed, he's ready to take on anyone's challenge.

Nor did Caster show any obvious hostility towards anyone, as if he had really come to see all the Heroic Spirits and Magicians and examine their wishes for the Holy Grail, and when Berserker appeared, he put down his halberd and looked at everyone, including Gilgamesh, with an interested look in his eyes.

Gilgamesh visibly looked at Iskandar, Artoria, and Caster with visibly hostile eyes. Each of the three of them was crowned king. This was obviously a serious displeasure to the Ancient King, especially Caster, whose verbal provocation was likely to make him the first choice for Gilgamesh's attack.

Artoria must admit that she really wants to see it, and the point is that she can get a glimpse into the reality of this mysterious Caster, who is the only Servant wrapped in the fog while all the Heroic Spirits are exposed before Caster's eyes.

"You mad dog, who allowed you to look at me?"

Before anyone could make a decision, Gilgamesh was the first to react. With a creepy gaze, the Black Knight looked at himself standing on a streetlamp. The Golden Heroic Spirit caught the Black Knight's gaze accurately.

People of humble status are also lowly and filthy in their eyes. For those of noble status. Some people look at him with such a gaze, and it is unbearable humiliation. Now for Gilgamesh, the impudent Berserker is even more difficult to forgive than the three who claim to be kings.

The swords and spears floating around Archer changed the direction of the attack. The head of the sword and the head of the spear point in the direction of the Berserker, the target of the highest priority.

"At least please me with your splits. Bastard! ”

With a grim declaration, the spear and sword flew through the air together.

It is very unusual to use the Noble Phantasm so hastily. For the Heroic Spirit, the Noble Phantasm is his own child, and he throws such an important Noble Phantasm recklessly like a stone. It was a very hasty throw. But considering that the identity of this golden heroic spirit is that of Gilgamesh, who is said to have obtained all the treasures in heaven and earth, it is not difficult to understand this kind of behavior of taking the treasure seriously.

If he really was that Gilgamesh. Then the treasures he possesses may be called endless.

Despite the sloppy throw, the power of the Noble Phantasm is still enormous. The pavement was blown up like a bomb had exploded, and the asphalt turned into dust and flew everywhere, covering all vision.

In the dust, the long black shadow swayed and appeared.

The Berserker is still there. He moved his foot slightly, and the pavement under his feet turned stone and cracked. As a result, among the spears and swords thrown by Archer, the spears that flew slightly behind them deviated from the target. And the sword, which was supposed to fly in front and shoot at the target, did not cause any damage.

"Is this guy really a Berserker?" Dilumudo whispered nervously, and Iskandar couldn't help but praise: "Although I lost all my reason because of my madness, my skills are really good." ”

Caster seemed to smile and said, "The First Knight, as expected, lives up to his name. ”

First Knight, this is like an admiration, but more like a reminder. Reminding everyone present of the identity of the Berserker hidden in the black fog, Iskandar and Artoria both realized that the inexplicable self-proclaimed king of Caster was facing the Holy Grail War as if he were appreciating a game, and the secret information that should have been guarded was revealed by Caster one by one.

Iskandar, Artoria, and Dilumudo all guessed the true identity of the Berserker based on the information given by Caster, with one exception.

"You touched my treasure with your dirty hands! Is that how you want to die? Dog! All emotion was removed from Gilgamesh's golden-like countenance, and only the cold, murderous intent that froze to zero degrees remained. As Gilgamesh's words fell, Gilgamesh's surroundings shone again. Surrounding his majestic countenance, a new group of Noble Phantasms suddenly appeared behind him—sixteen in all. It's not just guns and swords. And axes. There are both mallets and spears. There are also some strange weapons that do not know their purpose and nature. All the Noble Phantasmas were polished as bright as mirrors, and they were rolling with a great deal of magic. Each of them embodies a mystical sense that is no less impressive...... These are veritable treasures.

"I'll see how long your sneaky bad habits last, come, let me see!"

With Gilgamesh's order, the Noble Phantasm scrambled towards the pitch-black Berserker, the roar and flash of the explosion seemed to sweep across the night sky, and the rain of Noble Phantasms seemed to plow the entire warehouse street to ease the anger of the Ancient King.

However, the Noble Phantasm, which rained down, was for Berserker...... Still useless!

The Noble Phantasms that Gilgamesh threw rained down became the stage for Berserker to show off his unparalleled martial arts, and Berserker grabbed the Noble Phantasms flying from the sky again and again, and skillfully used these weapons that did not belong to him to knock the other Noble Phantasms flying towards him.

"It's a waste." Liu Jian greedily looked at the treasures that were constantly being projected and knocked away, and there was an urge in his heart to take all these treasures for himself. At this time, a long sword abandoned by Berserker flew in the direction of Liu Jian, Liu Jian didn't want to move his footsteps, and grabbed the flying treasure in his hand with the palm of his iron glove, and put it in his hand to look at it: "Durandal?" It's a good treasure. ”

Saying this, not caring about other people's eyes at all, Liu Jian thrust this holy sword into his waist and took it for himself. (To be continued.) )