With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

After all, B Red Erserker's agility is only D. Although he set off quite early, his ability to travel is naturally inferior to theirs.

Ahead came a constant roaring sound; they were currently in a forest, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Red Berserker was ahead.

Judging from that extremely high level of berserk mode, the opponent is not the type to sneak into the enemy's base; they are more likely to attack directly.

Seeing the tall figure that had already come into view, Achilles used his Noble Phantasm, [Comet Run], to overtake him.

"Hey! Can you hear me? Stop right now, Berserker!"

"Ah, of course I can hear you. Are you my allies?"

Karna clearly realized that his movements had been discovered by the Black team because he had sensed the lock-on.

The Yggdrasil must have set up some kind of protective magic here, but unfortunately, he and Achilles didn't understand these things, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and break in.

Heavy footsteps echoed from all directions. Achilles, somewhat bewildered by Spartacus, watched as the guy burst out laughing.

"You dolls who have been controlled, I'm here to liberate you now!"

With that shout, the extremely muscular man threw a punch, smashing all the golems in front of him to pieces.

Achilles frowned and looked at Karna to the side. He felt that the mission was unlikely to succeed because this Berserker was not someone who could be persuaded.

Although he didn't intend to persuade anyone, his goal was to cause a ruckus here, and it would be even better if he could spar with a master...

“Rider, the priest told us to retreat; the Black team has spotted us.”

"Are you planning to retreat? It looks like a fight is about to break out... Someone's coming."

Achilles gripped his cross spear, his gaze fixed on the shadows not far away, from which two figures slowly emerged.

One is a noble king wielding an invisible sword, and the other is a dragon-slaying warrior carrying a fantastical greatsword. Two characters, both resembling Saber, appeared before them.

A chilling aura surged through Achilles, and he laughed, knowing that the opponent he had been waiting for had arrived!

PS: 1. This is the third update today.

2. Hmm?

Hmm!

Hmm~

Mmm.

Chapter 505, Section 516: The Enemy Servant's (Muscle) Attack

Chapter 505: The Enemy Servant's (Muscle) Attack

Just as the homunculus escaped from one side, they were invaded on the other, with Servants entering the magical perimeter of the Thousand World Tree.

Yang Li, who had just prepared and fed Fiore a calming medicine, had no choice but to immediately turn around and leave the room, entrusting his master to the care of Koles.

The Servants who reassembled among the Kings included Astolfo, who had just been caught doing something wrong and was asked to atone for his sins.

Because the enemy consisted of two groups of three Servants in total, their side also split into two groups and advanced in two different directions.

First, there's the Red Berserker, who has been displaying his power amidst the siege of the golems and the android army. This guy is dealt with by Astolfo, Vlad III, and Chiron.

Avisbro was in charge of directing the golems to harass the enemy, while the Yggdrasil's goal was to capture the Red Berserker and turn him into their own power.

The other pair is an extremely powerful combination, consisting of Mordred, Yang Li, and Siegfried, who will face off against an opponent who may include Karna.

Only two Servants were detected in the forest, and their Spirit Origin reactions were extremely astonishing. Their goal was to annihilate their opponents here as much as possible.

Even if they cannot annihilate them, they should at least force them to retreat, waiting for Vlad III to free up manpower to come and help.

Holding a golden lance, Astolfo cautiously approached the area ravaged by the Berserkers, but in the next moment he was shrouded in shadow.

The powerful intuition brought about by 'rationality evaporation' made Astolfo quickly jump to the side, and then the huge figure crashed down where he had just been standing.

Astolfo, who had barely dodged the attack, clutched his waist. He had been thrown back by the impact while dodging in such a hasty manner that he had injured his back.

Looking up, Astolfo's breath caught in his throat, and he was speechless as he stared at the enemy not far away...

"O oppressors!! It's time to shatter the arrogance of those in power!!"

That man is all muscles.

They must be at least 2.2 meters tall, with solid muscles that give the impression of incredible explosive power.

Calling him a giant would be fair, as he was incredibly muscular, but being a giant alone wouldn't have caused Astolfo to become like this.

Astolfo once fought against a giant with dozens of arms named caligorante, and after his victory, he dragged his opponent through the streets in triumph.

A tough man is not scary; he can fight head-on even against a ferocious monster, for he is one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors!

But not only was this man tough, he was also smiling!

Can anyone imagine a lump of muscles smiling?

This truly chilling scene caused Astolfo to lose all will to fight and feel an urge to retreat immediately.

That's right, the most terrifying thing about that man is his smile. He's clearly broken into enemy territory but still has a smile on his face. He's either incredibly confident or he's so crazy that he doesn't care about the pros and cons at all.

He is at least 2.2 meters tall, and although his weapon is a short sword, judging from the kick that sent the tree flying, his fists and feet are clearly also very threatening.

Moreover, there was no doubt that the other person was physically strong; Astolfo was well aware of this.

Upon seeing him, the Berserker ignored the golems and androids around him, letting swords and spears pierce through him and fists pound him without paying any attention.

"Well, in order for the next kid to have a chance to run, I need to get serious."

Astolfo brandished his lance and charged toward Spartacus, facing the fist that could come crashing down at any moment.

Dodging a punch, just before being cleaved to death by a short sword, Astolfo suddenly stopped and thrust out his lance.

He immediately retreated after hitting the target, completely disregarding whether the shot had broken through the opponent's defenses. After all, his D-rank strength was no match for Spartacus, whose durability was at least EX level.

With a loud bang, the tall figure who had lost both legs collapsed to the ground, his legs uncontrollably turning into spiritual particles.

The Noble Phantasm is called "Those Who Touch It Will Be Smashed," which sounds rather absurd, but if used well, its effect is extremely silly.

The bane of all melee-type Servants. No matter how strong your armor is, if you get pierced, your legs will instantly disappear.

Of course, if your magic resistance is high enough, only one leg or one calf will disappear...

"Losing both legs is not something that can stop me."

Under Astolfo's watchful gaze, Spartacus laughed loudly as he scrambled toward him with both hands, his A-rank strength providing him with considerable speed.

He was such a tenacious person that even with only his head left, as long as he could move and resist, he would use all his strength to fight against oppression.

"Ah, as expected, you won't give up. In that case, I'll just have to continue suppressing you."

As Astolfo spoke, countless golems rushed forward around him, and one golem weighing a ton pressed down directly on Spartacus's arm.

But who is Spartacus? He can shatter a one-ton golem with a single punch and smash a row of golems with a flick of his short sword.

Like the embodiment of power, even with countless golems rushing forward one after another, they still could not completely suppress him.

Moreover, his legs are gradually recovering, and the effect of the Noble Phantasm [Touch and Fall] can only last for a few dozen seconds at most, and it can even directly make him immune to some of the magic power.

Spartacus did not falter for a moment; even though his legs below the knees were still in a phantom form, he continued his valiant advance toward the Miniac fortress.

"Hahahaha, this is fantastic, this is simply wonderful! The enemy forces are swarming, and I am already covered in wounds... Ah, this is how it should be... Only a triumphant song at the moment of victory has any real value!"

Spartacus was covered from head to toe in golems of all kinds, yet he still managed to prop himself up twice.

Despite being clad in heavy armor made of rock, bronze, and steel, and bound by numerous constraints, he continued to advance.

He never stopped, for through his senses—nose, ears, tongue, and so on—he had already sensed the presence of the oppressor…

Spartacus reached out and tore the golem that was obscuring his vision to shreds, then gave the arrogant figure a chilling smile.

"It's you! I've found you..."

“Red Berserker, if you say the oppressor you seek is the one in power, then I am undoubtedly the one standing at the pinnacle of that power.”

"Ooooooooooo!!!"

Shouting excitedly, Spartacus stretched out his hand and crawled forward with all his might. He was just a short distance away from reaching the oppressive figure high above him.

With just one punch, he could shatter the oppressor's head; one punch would suffice.

Throughout history, no matter the circumstances, what follows such hardship is always a cloudless sky of glory and joy...

Unfortunately, before Spartacus could take another step forward, he was immobilized as several sharp iron stakes pierced his joints, sealing him in place.

"King of Extreme Punishment (kazikli bey)!"

PS: 1. This is the first update today.

2. This is bad news. At my current rate of writing and posting three out of five chapters a day at my best, I might only have 33 chapters by the evening of the 24th. I still won't be able to reach the required number of chapters...

Five chapters a day is my limit. After writing more than 10,000 words, my head is spinning. I need to think of a way.

Hmm~

Chapter 506, Section 517: The Fierce Battle Between Achilles and Yang Li

Chapter 506: The Fierce Battle Between Achilles and Yang Li

"Hey! Which of you is Black Saber? Why do all three of you look like Saber?"

Achilles greeted them with a smile. The three characters opposite him all gave him a sense of power, and there was no doubt that they were all top-tier Servants.

Siegfried nodded silently. Having been forbidden to speak by his Master, this was the only way he could show that he was Saber.

“He is the Black Saber, I am the Black Assassin with a mutated dual spirit origin, this is the Red Saber, and who are you?”

Yang Li reached out and patted Mordred beside her. Dressed in full armor, Mordred had no idea what her condition was.

Karna's skills can reveal some information, but Mordred's Noble Phantasm, "Helmet that Conceals Infidelity," can conceal her own information.

"I am the Red Rider, but despite being a Rider, I don't ride anything, and my weapon is a javelin or something. Well, don't worry about that. More important than that—"