On how PhDs become human evil

“Completely suppressed, Saber.”

Hidden in another phase, Bai Jie watched Artoria struggling in a fierce battle, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. In his arms, Chen playfully slapped his head.

"Only you would come up with such a bullying scheme."

"Times have changed. Who still uses cold weapons these days? You'd be riddled with bullets before you even get close."

"Oh? Are you serious?" Chen placed his hand on the Crimson Blade at his waist with a friendly expression. "Have you forgotten that even Faust's snipers were all shot down by me?"

Seeing his wife's eager expression, Bai Jie didn't hesitate to display the aura of a man and a husband—

"Of course you're an exception, honey. How could mere bullets possibly hit you?"

This is the ultimate admission of defeat! So decisive it's outrageous!

He was just saying that people who play with cold weapons are idiots, but after his wife said that, he immediately switched from the hot weapons cult to the cold weapons cult. His speed of changing his face is comparable to the Sichuan opera face-changing skill!

Satisfied, Chen lowered his hand and lay back in Bai Jie's arms, asking, "And then? Don't tell me your plan was just to divide the battlefield and defeat them one by one."

"My dear wife, do I look like such a bad person? Look at my innocent eyes and my naive face."

"Come on, anyone who believed you were a harmless guy ended up getting tricked by you." Chen slapped Bai Jie across the face without any mercy.

Innocent? Naïve? Harmless? Bai Jie? Chen was the first to express disbelief.

Back when Bai Jie was Wei Yanwu's secretary, Chen Ke watched him fool Victoria into thinking she was mentally challenged during their meeting, and she stupidly signed a series of contracts that were unilaterally beneficial to Longmen.

If you blindly trust Bai Jie, you'll probably end up being sold out and still happily counting the money for him.

"Haha, as expected, my wife understands me best. Of course, there are follow-up plans, but we'll have to wait until these two battles are decided before we talk about them," Bai Jie said with a faint smile. "Everything is going according to my plan, so please put on a good show for me according to the script I've prepared, everyone."

"Is it funny to talk like that? Don't you know how annoying your tone is?"

"My dear wife, I was wrong!" Bai Jie immediately backed down.

"Speaking of which, where did you find that Black Knight? I heard from Lappland and Texas that he escaped."

"Him? I asked Sirin to bring him here." Hearing Chen's question, Bai Jie patted her hair and explained, "After all, if we leave him unattended, it's easy for unnecessary incidents to happen, so I had Sirin bring him back during the day as Saber's rival."

According to Kenneth, Berserker seems to have an unusual obsession with Saber. Since he wants to fight Saber, then Bai Jie will grant his wish and give the two of you some private space to fight properly, even if it lasts forever.

"So, I'm a good person who likes to help others achieve their goals," Bai Jie exclaimed.

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"Clang—!"

The Excalibur, enveloped by the Wind King's barrier, struck the Black Knight's body. Artoria felt a definite sense of focus in her palm, but her expression remained serious, not relaxed.

(No, this strike was too shallow!)

Because of Berserker's indiscriminate firing, the entire warp had long been destroyed and riddled with holes. If it weren't for Sirin's support from the outside, this place would have collapsed long ago.

In this open space, despite the bullet wound to her waist, Artoria forcefully broke through the barrage of Berserker's bullets and unleashed her first counterattack.

But just like before, just as he was about to be struck by the sword, Berserker seemed to know the length of the blade and dodged the blow by a hair's breadth. In the end, the sword only scratched his armor, not even a wound.

"Since that's the case, then let's deliver another sword strike!"

Artoria raised her sword high in a slashing motion, her gaze fixed on Berserker's unsuspecting head, gambling victory on the upcoming frontal strike.

The posture, speed, and timing were all perfect. It was a full-force strike worthy of the name of the Sword-wielding Heroic Spirit, enough to convince anyone that the battle was over. But it was precisely because of this that Artoria was surprised that her blade had not completely struck down.

Berserker dropped the machine gun and caught the Wind King's Barrier Blade with his bare hands.

This scene is unbelievable on every level, not only because he responded to Artoria's deadly pursuit in an impossible manner, but also because the invisible trajectory of the Wind King's barrier is impossible to see through.

However, Berserker blocked Artoria's attack with his bare hands, as if he knew her weapon inside and out, from its shape to its length.

"Who...who are you?!"

Artoria questioned.

The fact that he could accurately determine the length of Excalibur indicates that he was clearly familiar with Excalibur, which was protected by the Wind King's Barrier. In other words, it means that he knew himself before he became a Heroic Spirit.

The more she stared into the black mist, the more blurred the details of the armor became. This indicated that Berserker was shrouded in an illusionary protection similar to the Wind King's barrier, making it impossible to see through his true form as a heroic spirit. However, Artoria had no choice but to be certain that he was undoubtedly one of the knights she knew.

A knight who knows about Excalibur is definitely someone he knows well!

“Since you recognize me as the Queen of Britain—Artoria Pendragon—and challenge me, you should, out of chivalry, state your identity! To challenge me while concealing your identity is tantamount to assassination!”

"Berserker's identity? I can tell you that, Saber." Bai Jie's voice suddenly rang out in the subspace. "I believe you will never forget his name. In any case, he can be said to be the culprit who led the Knights of the Round Table to their destruction."

"...Could it be that Berserker is...?" Artoria already had the answer in her heart, but she just couldn't believe that he would appear in the world in such a crazy way. He was the strongest knight of the glorious Knights of the Round Table!

"That's right, he is the culprit who had an affair with your Queen Guinevere, causing Camelot to fall from its prosperity to its decline, the strongest knight of the Round Table—Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake."

As Bai Jie's voice fell, the helmet on Berserker's face dissipated into pure magic, and the face beneath that mask was one that Artoria would never forget!

"Lancelot!"

P.S.: Update

P.S.: I just found out today that AG Super Play is returning to KPL. I wonder if I'll get to see my favorite player, Lian, make an appearance.

P.S.: I don't know why, but I always get good stuff on my first gacha pull every day. The other day, I got Charmander and Eyjafjalla on my first pull, and today I got Truth... So the question is, when will my Exusiai arrive?

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Section 131. 31. Thank you for your dedicated performance, Saber.

In the shattered subspace, the black mist covering the Black Knight's entire body swirled and began to contract, finally revealing the true form of the jet-black armor that had been hidden until now.

It was a perfect suit of armor that was neither gaudy nor vulgar, yet it combined functional beauty with exquisite elegance.

The craftsman's meticulous forging, done with utmost skill, made it appear both imposing and refined. Even the numerous scars on it became embellishments showcasing its illustrious battle achievements, adding to its valiant charm. It was the ideal battle attire that every knight would envy.

Artoria recognized this armor, for she had once fought alongside its owner on the battlefield. He was her most trusted knight and the strongest knight under her command.

After the Black Knight revealed his face, Artoria's heart finally broke down completely.

Lancelot.

A member of the Knights of the Round Table, known as the Knight of the Lake, and the strongest knight under King Arthur!

He should have been summoned as a Saber, a noble and ideal knight, but now he stands before Artoria as a Berserker.

"Click..."

Lancelot placed his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist and slowly drew his Noble Phantasm.

That wasn't something he stole, nor was it trash he picked up; it was the true Noble Phantasm possessed by him, the Heroic Spirit Lancelot.

Similar in design to Excalibur, the blade is engraved with Elvish script, a testament to its forging by non-humans, and its sharp edge reflects light like shimmering lake water.

That is an indestructible sword that can never be destroyed by any blow—[The Undamaged Lake].

"Arthur——————!!!!!"

Lancelot drew his sword, revealing his true form, and roared. Endless resentment traveled through the roar to Artoria's heart, striking her like a heavy hammer and shattering her already broken spirit.

Boom-!

In the subspace, a dent suddenly appeared in the spatial barrier beneath Lancelot's feet, and Lancelot, who had been standing there, rushed towards Artoria with a speed comparable to Instant Transmission. The pristine lake light, like the piercing radiance of a cold moon, slashed towards her head.

boom--!

Artoria was violently flung away like a ball. Although she managed to raise Excalibur at the last second to defend herself, she had completely lost her will to fight and was incapable of making an effective defense.

She slammed heavily against the wall of the subspace, and before Artoria could get up, Lancelot was already in front of her again.

"Boom--!"

Lancelot's right fist, imbued with all his strength, pierced Artoria's abdomen, shattering her silver armor. Then, with a flying kick, he sent his former superior flying to the other side like a long-range shot in a football match.

"Cough... cough cough!"

Artoria coughed up a mouthful of blood violently and struggled to lift her head to look at Lancelot. Her head, which had been injured in the impact, was bleeding, and her vision was constantly filled with red. She had suffered varying degrees of damage all over her body from Lancelot's heavy blow.

"Lancelot...my friend...do you hate me that much?" Artoria murmured in despair.

"Boom--!"

As Artoria murmured, Lancelot took another step. With a muffled thud, the distance returned to zero, and then the same result as before occurred—Artoria was sent flying.

"Arthur!!!"

Whether it was to vent his anger, seek revenge, or berserker's madness, Lancelot mercilessly unleashed his martial arts skills. The sword that should have been wielded for Artoria was instead slashed at her again and again, and his unleashed monstrous strength repeatedly sent her flying.

This is no longer a battle, but a ravage.

Not to mention that Artoria was already in a slump at this time, even if she were still in her prime, she would not be able to withstand Lancelot's storm-like onslaught.

(It's my fault...it's all my fault...I'm the one who drove you to this point, Lord Lancelot...it's my fault....)

With that thought in mind, Artoria mechanically carried out her defense, her eyes and aura radiating unparalleled despondency.

"How ugly, Saber. Are you really the world-renowned King of Knights?"

Bai Jie's mocking voice suddenly rang out in the subspace, his barbed words deeply piercing Artoria's heart.

"The solution is right in front of you, why can't you think of it?"

The solution is right before our eyes... the Holy Grail!

"If it were the Holy Grail... I could... change that fate..."

"Looks like you're not completely stupid. That's right, as long as you obtain the Holy Grail, not only will Camelot not perish, but Lancelot's story will also not end in tragedy. So what are you still hesitating for?"

Bai Jie's voice was like the words of a demon, gradually manipulating Artoria's thoughts.

"Go and obtain the Holy Grail, Saber. Defeat all the enemies, obtain the Holy Grail, and then you can change everything."

"The Holy Grail... Yes... I want the Holy Grail... The Holy Grail!"

Artoria's eyes, which had lost their sparkle, suddenly regained their fighting spirit. Her arm, which had been unable to swing her sword, was strengthened by magic and instantly swung Excalibur, directly blocking Lancelot's blade.

(I'm sorry, Lord Lancelot. Once I obtain the Holy Grail, I will definitely free you from this situation, and I will change all the tragedies in Camelot!)

Filled with boundless remorse, Artoria released the Wind King Barrier. A large amount of air was ejected behind Artoria, and the immense propulsion propelled her forward at incredible speed. Excalibur slashed straight towards Lancelot's chest.

The sword strike was indeed sudden, but for Lancelot, it was not an attack that was impossible to dodge. However, he remained frozen in place.