The pitch-black figure just stood there, and the people present felt a heavy pressure."

This pressure caused the Heroic Spirits present to carefully clench their weapons, and always looked suspiciously at the Berserker who stood motionless, but these Heroic Spirits did not include the shiny golden Immortal.

Archer stood defenselessly on the top of the building and looked down at the crowd, his scarlet eyes full of unhappiness at the Berserker who had interrupted his interest.

"Sbaer, I can't detect that guy's mana reserves, but Berserker seems to be a tough enemy......"

At this time, Alice Field, who had been freed from the influence brought by Berserker, said to Saber with a serious face.

Since the start of the war this afternoon, Alice Phil has been able to help Saber with little other than those two healing spells, and even Saber has divided her mind to protect herself, which makes her seem a little cumbersome and redundant.

So now, all Alice Phil can do is try her best not to pull Saber's hind legs, and always pray for Saber to come to victory.

After hearing Alice Phil's whisper, Saber nodded lightly to show that he understood, since even Alice Phil said that Berserker was a terrible opponent, it was enough to arouse the absolute attention of her, King Arthur.

Of course, the current exhibition of this battle situation has also made Saber more and more cautious, and as the number of Heroes present increases, the situation on this battlefield will definitely become more and more chaotic.

Coupled with the fact that he is now injured and his combat effectiveness has decreased, he may have been targeted by a heroic spirit, if two heroic spirits in a row are eyeing him and besieging him, then even if he can escape with his whole body, it may not be able to guarantee Alice Phil's safety.

Thinking of this, Saber felt that his back was already covered with cold sweat, not only because of the pain in his left hand, but also because of Saber's previous hypothesis, which had never happened in Saber's previous career.

Now that so many masters and servants are concentrated here, once a battle is born, it will immediately trigger a chain reaction.

Who will attack whom? When the two are fighting, will anyone suddenly join in? These are all unknowns.

So in order to survive on this battlefield, every Heroic Spirit knows that he must correctly grasp the movements of all opponents, there is no doubt about that.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence, and it seemed that the heroic spirit who struck first would become the target of everyone.

In such a silent atmosphere, the four Heroic Spirits of Saber, 1ancer, Rider, and Archer occupied the four directions of east, west, south, and north respectively, facing each other, and the pitch-black Berserker was surrounded by the four Heroic Spirits in the middle of the clearing.

"Roar...... Yes. ”

As if sensing the eyes of the Quartet Heroic Spirits focused on him, Berserker's throat slowly let out a low roar, and at the same time he looked at the Quartet Heroic Spirits with cloudy eyes, like a wild beast looking at its prey.

First 1ancer and Rider, then Berserker's gaze paused from Saber's body for a moment, and finally stopped at the gleaming arnetbsp; "Qi, who allowed you, filthy bastard, to look up at me with your disgusting gaze?"

Seeing Berserker keep his eyes on himself, Archer's displeasure with Berserker became even worse, and a murderous intent gradually rose.

In Archer's solipsistic thinking, only a person of the same noble status can look directly at the noble self, and a heroic spirit like Berserker, who has no heroic image and a lowly status, even has a lowly and dirty gaze.

For Archer, who considered himself noble, it was an unbearable humiliation for Berserker to look at him with such a dirty gaze.

To Archer, the rude Berserker is more annoying than the self-proclaimed king Rider, and cannot be forgiven.

"Smack."

With a snap of his fingers with his right hand, Archer directed the swords, knives, spears, and halberds floating behind him and around him, changing the direction of the attack.

The direction of these king's treasures all pointed to the center of the four heroic spirits, the pitch-black berserker who had nothing to do with grace, and made him the highest priority of punishment.

"The insult you caused to me with your gaze, I can only wash you away by breaking your body into thousands of pieces, and relieve the hatred in my heart."

"So you kneel before me reverently, and wait for ten thousand swords to pierce you, mongrel."

With Archer's cold declaration, the knives, guns, and halberds all trembled regularly, and they flew together in the air.

These golden figmentaries didn't need to be touched by the Archer at all, and they were all shot like bullets without even touching them—that's why the Archer was called the Golden Archer in their time.

These treasures shot at the archer quickly, without any order, at first glance, it was a layman's very hasty throwing, and there was not much technical content, but despite this, these treasures shot out were still very destructive.

I saw that the gravel was blown up by the wind, the ground was attacked by the treasure as if a bomb had exploded, the asphalt road was destroyed, and countless dust flew everywhere, covering everyone's vision.

How lonely and pathetic the berserker looked shrouded in these treasures.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the Berserker in silence.

On the surface, Berserker doesn't have a weapon in his hand, so how can he resist the Archer's bombardment, or maybe he has to use his free hands?

Without leaving everyone present to wonder for too long, Berserker, who had been standing, suddenly moved and took the initiative to meet the Archer's royal treasures.

Whoa!

Rumble!!!

In the midst of the countless filthy dust, a series of sparks that were rubbed out first lit up, and then with the pitch-black figure as the center, there was an explosive roar.

The roar was like a salute exploding, although the specific movements of the berserker could not be seen with the naked eye due to the dust, but judging from the sound of the continuous explosion, the berserker was undoubtedly not defeated.

After a minute, the roar faded away, and the pitch-black berserker emerged from the dust, holding a treasure that did not belong to him, undamaged.

"What's going on here? Rider, did you just see clearly? ”

As the master of the rider, Webber curiously asked his Heroic Spirit about the situation just now, because of the dust, he didn't see the situation in the dust, but Iskandar showed a surprised look on his face just now, which means that his Heroic Spirit knows the situation.

"Well, I can barely see it clearly, but it's really an amazing move."

Iskandar stretched out his hands and said, "That Berserker guy didn't hide when the Noble Phantasm was near, first moved the position of his foot slightly, and then the Noble Phantasm flew past him and shot next to his foot, causing the road to be blown into dust. ”

"Then among the guns and swords that Archer throws, the spear that flew slightly behind suddenly deviated from the target, while the sword that was supposed to fly in front and shoot at the target did not cause any damage. Why? Because the sword suddenly appeared in Berserker's hand. ”

"I didn't expect Berserker's ability to be able to use other people's treasures, well, what a terrible ability, Archer's King's Treasure is many, very strong, but Berserker's ability doesn't seem to be restricted by Archer's King's Treasure, and is faintly a little restrained by Archer."

"Knocking out the Archer's Phantasm with Archer's Phantasm looks simple, but it doesn't hurt to do so in that dense Archer attack, and the Berserker's mobility is not weak."

Saber looked at the dark Berserker, surprised by his strength, and at the same time tried to imagine how he would be good if he was against the Berserker.

"Use your sword to destroy and block all the treasures that come your way...... Is that guy's job agency really just a berserker? Even compared to Saber's sword skills, it's only stronger, not weaker. ”

Lancer whispered a little nervously.

Rider replied with a mabbled voice: "Although Berserker has lost all reason after the madness, judging from his instinctive reaction, he was indeed a great warrior during his lifetime, hey, if only there was sanity, I might be able to successfully invite him to join my conquest army......"

Before Archer was surprised by Berserker's dexterity, an even stronger anger burned into flames, making him even more furious.

(To be continued)