"It's this guy again! Master, back up!" Seeing Berserker's appearance of identifying herself, as well as that inexplicable feeling, Saber couldn't help feeling a little restless in her heart. He raised the invisible holy sword mercilessly, slashed at the berserker fiercely, and began to judge the opponent's next move, whether to sideways avoid the counterattack, or retreat first, and use that weird treasure to grab a weapon in his hand. Another contest on sword skills? Then-- The violent and crazy berserker seemed to repeat it a thousand times, stretched out his hands, and clapped them together 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 that there are only inconspicuous C-levels, under the cover of the Wind King Barrier, in every first battle, no matter how strong the opponent is in martial arts, he can use the opponent's weapon to attack him. The advantage of unclear length takes the lead. But it fails here at berserker. Putting aside those ridiculous speculations, the fact that Saber has been subconsciously ignoring has finally been 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, report your origin 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 been ordered a long time ago, sighed unconsciously. She, who had already been popularized about the origin of Berserker and the grievances between him and Saber, understood how it would develop next. What a vicious master, even though she was complaining, Medea still obediently raised the staff in her hand, allowing the dense mist to emerge from it, turning into a real stream of light, hitting the bersekrer . There is no taboo for the class of Berserker. In theory, any servant can be qualified for this class, but it is easier for servants with legends of madness or irrationality to increase their berserk level and gain power. After snatching Lancelot's contract, Roland realized that although he seemed to have gone crazy and even lost his language function, Lancelot's madness level was only C, and he could still maintain his previous persistence. Nian, that manic appearance is just the state of Gao Jie's soul, which is like a coat. So, he had a bold idea. In essence, the state of madness is just to correct the attribute gap caused by the master's quality, and to control the servant's sincerity as a familiar, and it is artificially added to the spell. After the class container is created and the heroic spirit descends in the form of a Servant and the class of Berserker, this condition is no longer necessary. If this is the case, is it possible to artificially remove the acquired madness? After asking about Medea, the other party gave an affirmative answer, but unlike the simple operation of finding loopholes in the Holy Grail system, to complete this kind of change requires specific directional power. Fortunately, she happened to have it. It was a Noble Phantasm that she possessed in a pure lily form before she became a betrayed witch, and it was a healing Noble Phantasm that was the opposite of the magic-breakable talisman used by Caster Medea. Able to reset the damage caused by all curses and magic to zero ——All flaws must be repaired. The moment it was touched by the stream of light, the dark mist on Berserker's body seemed to be engulfed, and began to boil, and gradually disappeared, revealing the gorgeous armor. Just as Roland thought, although the berserk corrections had dissipated, Berserker finally revealed his true posture. The shadow-like, cloudy and ominous appearance was completely shattered, and the gorgeous but majestic armor revealed its true face. Even under the not-so-dazzling moonlight, the luster on the armor was still shining, making it extremely mighty. Berserker's hunchbacked body like a beast before finally straightened up, and the distorted and ferocious face under the helmet became The beauty that will make the hearts of countless women. Although he was nicknamed a mad dog, in the past, he was also praised and trusted by the king as the chief knight of the round table.
No matter in which era, the name of Lancelot will not be underestimated. Reason overcame madness and gradually returned. For any heroic spirit with chivalry, it was a moment to be thankful for. But not now. Even in the black mist that has not dissipated, he will never forget that magnificent and holy posture. Even if the gender is completely different, he still cannot take off the responsibility he has witnessed and carried under the 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 male? Lancelot felt like he was about to burst open. If there was a hole in the ground right now, he would go in right away. If it was the king he knew well, he would have no complaints if he pleaded guilty to her, fought with her, and was finally executed. But to do such a thing in front of King Arthur who is a man, for Lancelot who has a high self-esteem, this scene is a bit too dazzling. Me in another world, what have you done! Although he had regained his sanity, Lancelot didn't want to step out of the fog that was the last fig leaf, but his wicked Master issued a sarcasm-like urging. "Hurry up, Berserker, I agree, you can report your name, the opponent is King Arthur, who is famous all over the world, fighting him will never damage your honor. Under such a public execution scene, the glory of reporting my name will be gone! Facing the somewhat off-line new owner, Lancelot's face was full of distressed melancholy. But Saber added fuel to the fire unknowingly. "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 for the goal!" Seeing Caster suddenly attacking his own people, Jiu Jian 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 dignified but familiar tone, Lancelot also sighed a little, a knight fighting for his goal? Indeed, he has already died in the past history. Now as a follower, he should abandon 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, instead of the arrogant attitude before, face him upright. "Although I don't want to admit it, it's all because of my youthful arrogance." In the gradually dissipating mist, Berserker's clear and awe-inspiring, but complex voice echoed in the forest. "As you wish... the first knight of the British Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot, fight here!" It is customary to ask for votes! ! !