In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

Rider shook his head helplessly at Webber's actions.

"So... no one should be showing up now..."

Before he could finish his last words, then—

"Arrrrr—rrrr!!!!"

A piercing and frenzied roar suddenly rang in my ears.

Immediately, the pitch-black heroic spirits swooped down from the sky, unleashing a violent aura!

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Pot of This World (6 words)

"Is that the Servant that Tokiomi Tohsaka summoned?"

In the port area, having received permission from Zouken Matou, Kariya Matou, now in the public eye, arrived with Berserker.

When he looked at the golden spirit that appeared on the street lamp, he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Rider is the Servant of that handsome young man with black hair, Saber is the Einzbern Servant, and Scáthach is the Servant of Lovi. Based on the information, Lancer shouldn't be either. So, the only Servant who could be Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant is the Golden Servant above his head—Archer?!

Having figured out the cause and effect of the matter, Matou Kariya's expression no longer showed any hesitation, and he directly ordered the black Servant he controlled, Berserker, to charge into the battlefield.

“Arrrr…”

Upon receiving Matou Kariya's order, the black-clad knight silently glanced at him.

Zouken Matou originally planned to cast a double berserk spell to enhance Lancelot's destructive power, but considering Kariya Matou's frail physique, it was completely wishful thinking to think he could control a Berserker under double berserk power.

Although he didn't care about the life of this unworthy descendant, he had to admit that Kariya Kirito did play a role in this Holy Grail War.

He could indeed die, but he couldn't die too soon. And if this kid's incompetence caused Lancelot in his double berserk state to lose control and ruin his plans and schemes, then it would be a huge loss.

So while Lancelot is a Berserker whose rationality evaporates on its own, he is not entirely incapable of communication.

only……

"How is this going?"

Silently turning his head, he found that Berserker had not fought as ordered. Instead, he stood there blankly, staring at Artoria on the battlefield. Then, without hesitation, he engaged her in combat, disobeying his own orders.

This scene puzzled Kariya Matou.

"..."

Zouken Matou, however, saw through many things about this.

"Lancelot and King Arthur, is this really what happens when they meet...?"

"However, King Arthur's true nature has already been pretty much revealed. At this moment, we should be testing the unknown Archer."

He didn't panic; instead, he pondered deeply and came up with many insights.

"In that case, let's use Command Spells. Using them up early will also create the illusion that Berserker has left the field."

Zouken Matou instructed Kariya Matou through his familiar.

"Let's control Berserker to attack Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant directly, and test the opponent's strength. Anyway, that's what you wanted to do, right?"

"Old bug..."

Hearing the voice beside him, Matou Kariya clenched his fist, feeling quite displeased.

However, he had to admit that what the old bug said was indeed what he wanted to do, so he nodded silently and then continued to focus his attention on the battlefield.

"By the Command Spell, Berserker, ignore Saber and attack Archer directly."

……

……

"Huh? What's going on with this Black Knight?!"

Artoria was somewhat alarmed by being chosen by Berserker and forcibly dragged into the battle. She swung her sword, which was shrouded in a blue gale, at the dark figure in front of her, trying to block the opponent's attacks.

Although the opponent was a berserker who had lost his mind, his excellent martial arts skills seemed to be engraved in his body. Even when facing her sword, he could dodge and counterattack with instinctive reactions.

However, none of these things were what alarmed Artoria the most.

Most importantly, she discovered that the black knight in front of her knew the length of her sword blade and was also very familiar with her attack moves.

Every counterattack was perfectly timed, leaving her feeling powerless.

During their several exchanges, Artoria couldn't help but frown, because she sensed a vaguely familiar aura emanating from the black knight.

Although the aura emanating from the knight had thinned somewhat due to his berserk state, she still felt that there was some special connection between them.

Is it someone I used to be an enemy?

She couldn't help but ponder this.

"Another formidable fellow has arrived..."

Iskandar also sighed.

"This is the martial arts of the Gods again. This black-clad knight must be a top-tier hero."

Finn pondered seriously.

"Hmph, just a mad dog!"

The Golden Heroic Spirit's eyes still showed disdain.

"..."

This time, Scáthach, who had her opponent stolen, didn't make much of a statement.

Unlike the other bystanders, she knew about this black knight and understood the cause and effect of the matter.

Berserker's real name is Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.

He possesses unparalleled martial arts skills and is the most powerful warrior in terms of both martial arts and overall strength among the Knights of the Round Table.

Even after learning that Saber was King Arthur, she had a vague idea of ​​what was going to happen. After all, the damage Lancelot had inflicted on King Arthur was in no way inferior to Mordred's.

Despite being a knight, he had an affair with his lord's wife, Guinevere, King Arthur's queen. This led to his own injustice and the queen's infidelity, causing infighting and division within the Knights of the Round Table, thus hastening the fall of Britain.

In Scáthach's view, Lancelot's contribution to the destruction of Britain was no less than Mordred's, and both of them should bear the majority of the responsibility.

Judging solely by his battle record, setting aside Lancelot's past achievements, the fact that he killed Gawain's brother Agravan and the unarmed knight Gareth is enough to earn him eternal infamy.

Traitor, disloyal and unjust person, the one who killed his brother...

This is also the title given to the Knight of the Lake by later generations.

However, since he's already done it, if Lancelot can take responsibility and be prepared for his actions, Scáthach would consider him a hero.

However, instead of wallowing in self-pity, she stubbornly blames her mistakes and the contradiction of not being punished on her lord, King Arthur. To be honest, even Scáthach feels sorry for Artoria because of such an extraordinary knight.

Now, as a partner, Scáthach also feels that cooperating with this kind of guy is a bit awkward.

'Since he can't be rational, I'll help him be rational first.'

Thinking this, Scáthach gently swung her magic spear, intending to calm Lancelot down first, however...

The next moment, the black knight, who had been full of madness and aggression, suddenly stopped, staggered back a few steps, and then covered his head and let out an angry roar.

"-Arrrrrrrrr!!!"

Its frenzied actions were forcibly stopped at this moment.

"It's a Command Seal."

Seeing this, Scáthach understood what was going on and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she saw Berserker, who had given up attacking Artoria, suddenly turn around and lock her gaze on the golden Servant above the street lamp.

Ok?

The expressions of the heroic spirits present varied.

Scáthach already understood that someone was using Command Spells to control Berserker to test the Gold Servant.

What a reliable ally...

She inwardly praised it.

The Black Knight's chilling gaze caught Archer on the streetlight.

The self-proclaimed arrogant king naturally noticed the Black Knight's gaze immediately.

For someone as noble as him, being stared at with such undisguised, malicious gazes was an unparalleled offense, and therefore deserved severe punishment!

"Mad dog, where are you staring at?!"

In an instant of rage, the golden spirit standing high above suddenly narrowed its eyes.

Immediately, more golden light gates appeared on his left and right, and hundreds of swords and spears of different colors and styles emerged from them, pointing directly at the position of the black knight below.

"Since you dare to look me in the eye with such vile eyes, I will make you atone with your death! Tear your body to pieces, you mongrel!!"

Accompanied by the cold and stern speech, from the unfolding golden light gate, guns, swords, knives, axes, and all sorts of offensive magical artifacts shot down like a storm, beginning a series of relentless bombardments.

The terrifying array of Noble Phantasms fell mercilessly to the ground, causing the Heroic Spirits to frown.

"They really are all Noble Phantasms... and all genuine ones at that. In that case... could Archer's identity be..."

Not only the well-informed Finn and Scáthach, but also Zouken Matou, who had witnessed the Golden Servant's attack firsthand, had some clues about the origins of Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant.

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

I thought the combination of Scáthach and Lancelot was powerful enough, but I never expected that the brat from the Tohsaka family could summon such an ancient being.

If we include Finn, King Arthur, and Iskandar, there are at least five exceptional Servants in this Holy Grail War. Lancelot, on whom he placed high hopes, has no real advantage compared to them.

This caused him some distress.

With such a group of monsters gathered here, there are bound to be many variables that will follow.

However, compared to Zouken Matou, who was secretly worried about the situation, the expressions of the Heroic Spirits on the battlefield were much more interesting at this moment.

"Is he really the Berserker? Even if his sanity has evaporated, his martial arts skills are still top-notch... It seems that this Berserker must have been a hero known for his martial arts skills in his previous life."

Despite the immense power of the Golden Heroic Spirit's attack, the Black Knight remained unharmed.

Iskandar stared in astonishment at Berserker, who remained unscathed amidst the barrage of Noble Phantasms, like a black shadow, and...

Lancelot seized the opportunity with a burst of speed, then teleported to the edge of the lamppost beneath Archer's feet, and tore it apart with his bare hand, forcing Archer to leave and find another foothold.