The embodied flames directly hit Berserker's chest. Although he had subconsciously resisted, Berserker was still blown away by the huge impact, leaving only a bit of scorching air with a burnt smell.
Berserker just crashed through the wall and fell into a private house unabated, covered by the collapsed building and rising smoke.
"Master, it's done."
At some point, the magic chain summoned from the void has locked Matou Kariya, and Medea has stabbed him with the talisman that can break all laws, interrupting the contract between the two. If it was the stabbing... In the case of Zhongying Ling, she can even use her own power to forcibly take control of the contract, but the risk is much greater.
After all, dealing with a Servant is not at the same level of difficulty as dealing with a Master.
She lifted Matou Kariya's hand with the chain condensed with magic power, and easily transferred the command spell on the opponent's hand.
At this moment, Matou Kariya was completely out of the game.
But things still don't stop there. When the contract is interrupted, any sensible servant should stop consuming magic power. Otherwise, even if the magic power in the body is full, and the supply is lost, he will not act alone. Skills, fight for a while and they will disappear.
But berserker is an exception. After going crazy, they have no sense at all and are not aware of the current situation.
"Roar--!!!"
A crazy figure burst out of the smoke again. When there is a contract, he will run away because of his obsession, let alone without a contract. When he loses the chain, he will only follow the instinct of destruction and destroy the enemies in front of him. All.
"Are you going to kill him? Berserker's magic power won't last long before it dissipates on its own."
Medea raised her wand and made a safer suggestion.
"This is too wasteful," Roland laughed. "Although it can't fight against those exceptional ones, this guy has other uses. The current Saber seems to still be embracing the original version of the dream of restoration. In order to take advantage of that To use the power of the Holy Sword, I have to wake him up from his dream, but I have no intention of having a heart-to-heart talk with a man, so I’ll let this rabid dog do this troublesome thing.”
Roland waved his hand, and red light flowing like lava flowed in his pupils.
"Stay away, Caster. Next, I will make this rabid dog learn to obey."
He raised his hand again, and the violent eye-burning flames condensed into bright red, and rushed towards Berserker again. The red flames that seemed to burn everything in the world exploded the moment they came into contact with Berserker, and in the blink of an eye Then his body was swallowed up and burned, and the armor made of magic power disintegrated again.
Although these damages can be restored by consuming magic power, but in Berserker's current state, the consumption of these magic powers is definitely not good news.
Amidst the tidal flames, the frantic thoughts did not affect Berserker's instinct. His unparalleled martial arts allowed him to make the most accurate judgment no matter what the situation.
In an instant, he reorganized the armor again, grabbed a broken iron rod, and let the dark red lines turn it into a conceptual treasure. His body as strong as steel was crushed like a chariot, and the earth was crushed. It made a miserable cry.
In an instant, Berserker turned into a blurry phantom and galloped on the ground, even faster than before. Knowing that there was no magic power supply, he actually chose a desperate tactic!
Even from the perspective of Caster, who is also a servant, Beserker at full strength can only make her see a black line full of fighting spirit and madness. Under the trampling of steel boots, the ravaged ground shattered behind Beserker. Cracked and collapsed, like a great tide rising from the flat land.
But Roland just stood there and exerted a little force on his feet, and he easily defused Berserker's attack. Dense spider web-like cracks began to radiate from him as the center, followed by scorching flames.
With just a thought, the ground under Roland's feet was wrapped in flames and melted into the color of amber and glass. Surrounded by the scorching waves, even Berserker had no choice but to step into the molten ground to break this final path. The direct terrain protection was shattered, and then he jumped up high, tightened the crude weapon in his hand, and slashed down crazily!
"Are you crazy? Go and help your master!"
Matou Kariya, who had barely regained some consciousness, just came out of his trance and saw this scene.
It is common knowledge in the Holy Grail War that a Master cannot fight against a Servant. Even the arrogant magician has to admit this.
As a hero from ancient times, even Assassin is not something a normal magician can fight against.
This is even more true for Berserker. He is Lancelot. Even among the world-famous Knights of the Round Table, he is second to none, and directly ignited the fuse of the collapse of King Arthur's kingdom.
Facing many monster servants in this war, even when he lost his mind, he was also a first-class servant. Although he may have some shortcomings in the Noble Phantasm due to his madness, in a one-on-one battle, Lancelot's strength will only become stronger.
You know, even the legendary Sun Knight Gawain was killed by Lancelot.
"Don't worry. As a magician, don't you even know how to strengthen magic? If I, as a caster, can cast it, even an ordinary person will have a body comparable to that of a servant."
Caster glanced at Matou Kariya and said calmly.
"Then you can use it! If your master dies, without a supply of magic power, you are just a useless soul of the rampaging Berserker."
"The problem is here, I have used it, but the strengthening effect is not as obvious as the master's own."
Looking at the scene on the battlefield, Medea said with some resentment.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
Matou Kariya turned around blankly and looked at the scene on the battlefield. Under the attack of the black knight falling from the sky, Roland just took a deep breath. The red flames flowed in the air, turning into scorching magic power. It flowed through his body, turning the circulating blood into blazing fire.
Medea's strengthening magic is indeed very effective, but it is not worth mentioning in front of the magic power provided by Roland's soul. Even unconsciously, this body has the ability to easily jump up to four floors. Physical fitness on the roof of the building.
As for the consequences of an all-out explosion, Roland was also trying it for the first time.
He slowly exhaled the breath, which was enough to ignite the substance. The followers were monsters from the Wheel of Suppression. This was Roland's inherent knowledge in the past.
They can destroy the surrounding environment with a casual blow, and the aftermath of the battle is enough to cause countless casualties to ordinary people. In the past, Roland thought so.
But after witnessing the battle between servants, this concept changed. The power flowing in his body can keep up with this level of battle even if he doesn't use all his strength. So, what can he achieve with all his strength? Woolen cloth?
The answer is right in front of you.
"visible--"
The shadow that even a servant would be amazed by was captured tightly by Roland's eyes.
In his eyes, the world seemed to be stretched out, and Lancelot's movements seemed so boring at times, as if they were being played frame by frame, clearly visible.
This attack, this speed, the swelling desire and arrogance made the corners of Roland's mouth turn up unconsciously, as if he was infected by the berserker in front of him, and he also let out a maniacal laugh.
"Poor and weak! Poor and weak!"
He no longer planned to wait, he also jumped up into the sky, one step ahead of Lancelot, and easily grabbed the iron rod that was chopped off with great force. Then he turned back and grabbed the end of the iron rod and smashed Berserker hard. To the ground!
As a master, he is actually stronger than his servants?
After once again witnessing this scene that shattered his outlook on life, Matou Kariya could only widen his eyes and let out the truest sigh from his heart.
"—He's simply superhuman."
