"It's this guy again! Master, stand back! ”

Seeing Berserker's appearance of identifying himself, and that inexplicable feeling, Saber couldn't help but feel a trace of irritability in his heart.

He mercilessly raised the invisible holy sword, slashed at the berserker, and began to judge the opponent's next step, whether to sideways to avoid the counterattack, or to retreat first, use that strange treasure to seize a weapon in hand, and then engage in a sword battle?

And then—

The violent and frantic berserker stretched out his hands and caught the invisible blade with his palms together in a flowing posture, as if he had repeated it a thousand times.

"Catch, he can see it?"

As Saber's most commonly used tactic, although it seems that there is only an inconspicuous C-rank, under the concealment of the Wind King's enchantment, every time in the first battle, no matter how strong the opponent is in martial arts, he can take advantage of the opponent's unclear understanding of the length of his weapon to take the lead.

But here at Berserker it doesn't work.

Putting aside those ridiculous speculations, the facts that have been subconsciously ignored by Saber are finally exposed in front of his eyes.

Berserker knew the length of his holy sword, he was familiar with his fighting style, and he had a deep obsession with himself.

"Who the hell are you! If you still cherish the glory of being a knight, report your origin and face me! ”

Seeing this scene, the corners of Roland's mouth pursed, but even so, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

And Caster, who had been instructed a long time ago, sighed unconsciously, she had already been popularized by the science of Berserker's origin and the grievances between him and Saber, and she understood what would happen next.

What a wicked master, although she complained, Medea obediently raised the staff in her hand, and let the mist come out of it, turning into a stream of light in substance, and hitting Bersekrer.

There are no taboos in the rank of berserker, theoretically speaking, any servant can be qualified for this rank, but it is easier for a servant with a legend of going crazy or losing his reason to increase his berserker level and gain power.

After seizing Lancelot's contract, Roland realized that although he seemed to have lost his language function as if he had gone mad, Lancelot's madness level was only C, and he could still maintain his obsession before death, and that manic appearance was just a state like a cloak on the other party's noble soul.

So, he came up with a bold idea.

Essentially, the madness state is just to make up for the attribute gap caused by the quality of the master, and to control the servant as a demon, and artificially added to the spell.

After the completion of the construction of the rank container, the Heroic Spirit descends as a servant and the rank of a berserker, this condition is not necessary, in this case, can the acquired madness be artificially lifted?

After asking Medea, the other party gave an affirmative answer, but unlike the simple operation of finding a vulnerability in the Holy Grail system, to complete this change, it requires a specific force.

Luckily, she just did.

It was a treasure possessed by a simple lily posture before she became a betrayed witch, and a healing treasure used by Medea as a Caster.

It can zero out all the damage caused by curses and magic

- All defects should be repaired.

The moment it was touched by the flow of light, the pitch-black mist on Berserker's body began to boil as if it had been enveloped, and gradually faded away, revealing the gorgeous armor.

As Roland thought, although the correction of the madness has dissipated, the berserker has finally revealed his true posture.

The shadow-like appearance, with a cloudy and ominous aura, was completely shattered, and the gorgeous but majestic armor revealed its true face.

Even in the not-so-dazzling moonlight, the luster of the armor still shimmered, and the Berserker's body, which had been like a wild beast, finally straightened, and the twisted and hideous face under the helmet became a beauty that would make the hearts of countless women move.

Although he was called a rabid dog, in the past, he was also praised and trusted by the king as the chief of the Knights of the Round Table.

No matter what era it is placed in, reporting Lancelot's name will not be underestimated.

The triumph of sanity over madness and the gradual return of madness is a moment of celebration for any heroic spirit with a chivalrous spirit.

But by no means now.

Even in the black fog that has not yet dissipated, that gorgeous and holy posture will never be forgotten.

Even though the gender is completely different, he still can't take off the responsibility he has witnessed and borne under that holy sword.

It can't be wrong, even if the posture is completely different, it may be from another world, but there is no doubt that this is the king he swore to be loyal to.

But why men?

Lancelot felt like he was about to crack, and if there was a hole in the ground right now, he would have gotten into it.

If it was a king whom he knew, who pleaded guilty to her, fought with her, and was finally executed, he did not complain.

But to do such a thing in front of King Arthur, who was a man, was a bit too glaring for Lancelot, who had high self-esteem.

Me in the other world, what the hell have you done!

Although he had regained his senses, Lancelot did not want to step out of the fog as the last fig leaf, but his bad-hearted Master issued a taunting urging.

"Hurry up, Berserker, I give your permission, and you can give your name, but the opponent is King Arthur, who is famous all over the world, and fighting him will not detract from your glory.

In this kind of public execution, my glory is gone! Facing the new owner, who was somewhat off the line, Lancelot's face was filled with distressed melancholy.

But Saber unknowingly added fuel to the fire.

"Exactly, if you still dare to challenge! Let's admit it, no matter which opponent I've faced in the past, at the moment, we're just knights fighting for the master, fighting for the goal! ”

Seeing Caster suddenly attack his own people, Old Sword was also a little surprised, and his intuition twitched like an electric shock, which made him even more curious about the identity of the enemy.

Hearing this awe-inspiring but familiar tone, Lancelot also sighed a little, a knight fighting for the goal?

Indeed, he has died in the past history, and now, as a servant, he should leave his past position behind and face him as a Knight of the Round Table, but as Lancelot.

It's like facing a real knight king.,Don't face him with the same arrogant posture as before.,But face him with dignity.。

"Although I don't want to admit it, it's all because of my youthful and vigorous mistakes."

In the fog that gradually dispersed, the berserker's clear, awe-inspiring, yet complex sound reverberated through the forest.

"As you wish...... The First Knight of the Knights of the British Round Table, Lancelot, is here to fight! ”