"It's this guy again! Master, back off!"
Seeing Berserker's recognition of her appearance and that inexplicable feeling, Saber couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
He raised the invisible holy sword without mercy, slashed at Berserker fiercely, and began to judge the opponent's next step, whether to turn sideways to avoid counterattack, or retreat first, and use that weird Noble Phantasm to seize an advantageous weapon. Another battle of swordsmanship?
Then--
The violent and crazy Berserker, as if he had repeated it a thousand times, stretched out his hands and clasped his hands in a flowing manner to catch the invisible blade.
"Catch it, can he see it?"
As the most commonly used tactic of Saber, although it seems to be only an inconspicuous C-level, but hidden by the Wind King's barrier, every time he fights, no matter how powerful the opponent is in martial arts, he can use the opponent to attack his own weapons. Advantages whose length is unclear are taken advantage of.
But it failed here in berserker.
Putting aside those ridiculous speculations, the fact that Saber had subconsciously ignored was finally exposed before his eyes.
Berserker knows the length of his holy sword, he is familiar with his fighting style, and he has a deep obsession with himself.
"Who are you! If you still cherish the honor of being a knight, tell me your origins and face me!"
Seeing this scene, Roland pursed his lips, but even so, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
And Caster, who had already received the order, couldn't help but sigh. She had already learned about Berserker's origins and the grudges between him and Saber. She knew how it would develop next.
What a wicked master. Although she was complaining, Medea still obediently raised the staff in her hand, letting the dense mist come out of it, turning into a substantial stream of light, and hitting bersekrer. .
There are no taboos in the Berserker class. In theory, any servant can be qualified for this class. However, servants with legends of going crazy or losing their rationality are more likely to increase their berserk level and gain strength.
After seizing Lancelot's contract, Roland realized that although he looked so crazy that he had lost the ability to speak, Lancelot's madness level was only C, and he could still maintain the obsession he had during his lifetime. Remember, that manic appearance is just like a coat on the other side's noble soul.
So, he had a bold idea.
In essence, the madness state is artificially added to the incantation in order to correct the attribute gap caused by the master's quality and to control the servant sincerely as a familiar.
After the class container is created and the heroic spirit arrives as a servant and with the class of berserker, this condition is no longer 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 loopholes in the Holy Grail system, to complete this change, a specific directed power is required.
Luckily, she had just that.
It was a Noble Phantasm that she possessed as a simple Lily before she became a betrayed witch. It was a healing Noble Phantasm that was comparable to the Talisman that can break all spells used by Medea as Caster.
Can reduce all damage caused by curses and magic to zero
——Every defect must be repaired.
The moment he was touched by the light flow, the dark mist on Berserker's body seemed to be wrapped up, began to boil, and gradually disappeared, revealing the gorgeous armor.
Just as Roland thought, although the mad correction had dissipated, Berserker finally revealed his true form.
The shadow-like appearance with a turbid and unknown aura was completely shattered, and the gorgeous yet majestic armor revealed his true appearance.
Even under the less dazzling moonlight, the luster on the armor still shone, making it extremely majestic. Berserker's previously hunched body like a beast finally straightened up, and the twisted and ferocious face under the helmet also became A beauty that will make countless women's hearts flutter.
Although he was nicknamed a rabid dog, in the past, he was praised and trusted by the king as the chief knight of the Round Table.
No matter what era it is placed in, no one will look down upon the name Lancelot.
Reason has defeated madness and gradually returned. For any heroic spirit with chivalry, this is a moment worth celebrating.
But not now.
Even in the dark fog that has not yet dispersed, he will never forget that gorgeous and holy posture.
Even though his gender was completely different, he still couldn't take off the responsibility he had witnessed under that holy sword.
It was unmistakable, even if the posture was completely different and it might be from another world, there was no doubt that this was the king he swore to be loyal to.
But why men?
Lancelot felt like he was about to burst. If there was a hole in the ground now, he would get into it immediately.
If it were a king he knew well, he would plead guilty to her, fight with her, and be executed in the end, he would have no complaints.
But to do such a thing in front of the male King Arthur, for Lancelot, who had a high self-esteem, this scene was a bit too dazzling.
Me in another world, what have you done?
Although he had regained his sanity, Lancelot did not want to step out of the fog that was the last fig leaf, but his evil-minded Master issued an urging that was like a taunt.
"Hurry up, berserker, I agree, just tell me your name. Your opponent is the world-famous King Arthur. Fighting him will never damage your glory.
In this public execution scene, my honor will be lost if I tell my name! Facing the somewhat out-of-touch new master, Lancelot's face was filled with distressed melancholy.
But Saber unknowingly added fuel to the fire.
"Exactly, if you still dare to challenge! Just admit it, no matter which opponent I have faced in the past, at this moment, we are just knights fighting for the master and the goal!"
Jiu Jian was also a little surprised to see Caster suddenly attacking his own people, and his instincts were twitching like an electric shock, which made him even more curious about the identity of the enemy.
Hearing this stern but familiar tone, Lancelot also sighed a little, is he a knight who fights for his goal?
Indeed, he has died in the past history. Now as a servant, he should put aside his past position and face him no longer as a Knight of the Round Table, but as Lancelot.
Just like facing the real King of Knights, you don't face him with the arrogant attitude before, but face him with dignity.
"Although I don't want to admit it, it's all my fault because I was young and energetic."
In the gradually dispersing mist, berserker's clear and awe-inspiring voice, but containing complex meanings, echoed in the forest.
"As you wish...the first knight of the British Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot, is here to accept the challenge!"
