Or, why don’t you find another savior?

If Sakura wants to release the Noble Phantasm in Saber's hand again, she will be exhausted and can only assist the servant in the battle.

However, from here on, the battlefield has completely turned into a battle between Servants, and the Master should stay behind.

There is only one exception.

Then, Mordred's surging magic power formed a vortex, and the armor that had been mottled by the battle with Perseus was completely renewed in the blink of an eye, able to provide full defense for its owner.

"Great! It's my turn!"

Facing Berserker who can keep coming back to life, according to what Matou Shinji revealed when he was too proud of himself, he has the ability to be resurrected twelve times.

Therefore, the best tactic is to use a rotation strategy, taking turns to launch the main attack and strive to kill as many Berserkers as possible.

During the battle with the church, Mordred and Archer each took Hercules' life once when they attacked him successively, and Archer killed him twice more before he deployed his inherent barrier.

Xijian once.

Just based on this result, Berserker can be resurrected seven times.

But what if this treasure is not a pure consumable, but can restore the number of resurrections under certain conditions?

This is the most uncertain thing right now.

Four days have passed since the initial battle with Berserker.

So for now, Shiomi believes it is still necessary to prepare for the worst.

"Really? Then go ahead and fight, Mordred."

Morgan's magic spear tapped Mordred's shoulder armor lightly, giving him a protection that strengthened his physical abilities. This action stunned Saber for a moment. She turned around and looked at her mother, somewhat unable to understand.

"Unsatisfied?" Morgan remained unmoved and just asked one question.

"……nothing!"

As if he thought his reaction was embarrassing, Mordred yelled awkwardly and rushed towards Berserker.

In the rebellious knight's memory, every time the queen mother appeared in front of him, her tone and words, whether calm or violent, were always mixed with unspeakable madness.

But the mother in front of him exuded a sense of alienation from the world.

It’s like… at the end of all your efforts, you feel like everything is meaningless and mundane.

Banishing all distracting thoughts from her mind, Saber released red lightning-like magical power from her body, roared, and slashed at Berserker, colliding with his giant axe hundreds of times in a few seconds.

"Hercules is extremely agile. Without someone's support, Mordred's treasure might fail." Morgan said.

Shiomi grabbed another gun.

"I'm not planning on just waiting here, I'm going to get going--!"

After saying that, he walked briskly and joined the battlefield when Saber's attack ended and she took some distance to catch her breath.

Chapter 2: Offensive ()

Hercules is only one man after all, and when he is entangled in the fight between Shiomi and Mordred, he is bound to lose one while focusing on the other.

The fighting instinct pulls the Berserker to counterattack and attack, but if he attacks this, that will come, and if he attacks that, this will come.

Either sword could kill him again, Hercules roared, swinging a huge axe so hard that water could not get in, leaving no room for the two men to take any risks.

It will take some more time to make a breakthrough.

"Archer, can your projection project the sword of that guy Altria?" Morgan confirmed a certain question.

Archer was stunned and shook his head: "It's not impossible, but the divine weapon equipment requires my self-destruction as a prerequisite for it to be forged."

"That is a weapon forged in the inner sea of ​​stars by the first six fairies." Morgan glanced at Toosaka Rin. The girl was also concentrating on maintaining a stable supply of magic power to ensure that Archer's inherent barrier could last a little longer until Berserker was completely eliminated. "There are some tricks. Prepare according to my instructions."

As she spoke, Morgan pointed her magic spear in front of Archer. Archer realized that the Great Witch wanted to personally teach him projection magic, so he knelt on one knee respectfully.

"Call Avalon. Rush forth from the depths of my memory. The primordial flicker, the endless aurora."

As Morgan chanted softly, a lake-like light spread out, eroding a portion of the inherent barrier.

But as a Servant in the Fuyuki Holy Grail War, and at this level, he can only go this far.

If the original her were to do it, there would be no need to entrust the forging of the holy sword to anyone else.

"This is..." Archer almost lost his voice.

"Use the lake that once bestowed the Holy Sword upon Altria as the base to forge the Holy Sword of the Stars." Morgan ordered in a cold tone.

"I see."

Not "try it", but "do it".

Archer, who was skilled in projection magic, had realized that at this moment, the conditions for forging had been improved to an unprecedented level.

If that were the case, he could also forge the golden sword of the king that was imprinted in his memory without causing his own destruction.

"Sakura, come with me and support your father."

After giving Archer instructions, Morgan walked forward and said to Sakura.

"How to do?"

Sakura has come to Morgan's side.

"Just like I taught you." Morgan showed a proud smile, "Follow my breathing and perform magic."

"Yes! Mother!"

The witch of Britain and her most proud disciple crossed each other's weapons and performed great magic together at the same and connected frequency.

Shiomi, who swung his sword from both sides together with Mordred, noticed this.

"Saber, keep your distance! Prepare to release your Noble Phantasm!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped on Hercules' shoulder and jumped backwards, dodging the Berserker's attack on his body, then performed a magic in mid-air.

"Run, my thunder!"

The runes that had been written long ago suddenly appeared around Berserker. Blue lightning wrapped around that huge body, causing the Berserker to roar.

After the blue lightning fell, golden ripples appeared in the sky. Dozens of blue magic spears emerged, and at the moment when Shiomi and Mordred had each created enough distance, they fell on Hercules, whose movements were restricted.

Countless broken swords and dust flew everywhere. The nearly invincible defense was broken one after another. Berserker was half-kneeling on the ground, leaning on his giant axe, roaring while recovering from his injuries.

Even without the support of the Master, he can heal so quickly. He has really become a complete monster, Shiomi thought silently in his heart.

But Hercules no longer had time for that.

The red magic flag was raised, like a giant sword that could split the mountains and rivers in half.

Saber has completed preparations for the second release of her Noble Phantasm. Shiomi no longer rushes forward, but instead uses the runes left on the ground to destroy the land and continue to interfere with Hercules.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father! 'Treason against my magnificent father'——!"

As Mordred declared loudly, the surging magic sword slashed down and swallowed Hercules' body whole.

The magic power filled with anger and hatred further swept across the sword hill in the wilderness. Shiomi carefully dodged the flying weapons and stared at the scene before him.

Blood Arthur……

Bloody King Arthur.

Shiomi couldn't help but recall the time ten years ago when Artoria and he were on their way to fight the enemy Gilgamesh and she was seriously injured.

Perhaps the end of King Arthur should be a more tragic scene than it was at that time.

Looking at the evil sword that had engulfed the Berserker's body, he speculated in his mind about its possible state.

When the red light faded, Hercules was lying on the ground. Unlike the speed of healing in the previous moment, he was now recovering at a speed as if time was going backwards.

In a few seconds at most, Berserker would stand up again.

Or, Hercules’s ability to overcome the twelve trials is the pinnacle of perseverance.

There was a moment when Shiomi couldn't help but joke to herself, wondering if they were the villains in the story, and the berserker who had lost his rationality and control was the hero who would challenge the enemy at all costs.

But this is just a joke after all.

If Hercules is not defeated here, the battle will be far from over.

Slightly adjusting the direction of the sword in his hand, Shiomi rushed out again, increasing the magic power inside the "Indestructible Saint" to the maximum.

The real name liberation would never be needed to this extent, but this is just a projected imitation.

Then, liberating the true name to the extent of self-destruction would be the more correct approach.

Almost at the moment when Hercules was resurrected, Shiomi leaped like a tiger, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling blue light.

"Break with this sword, Hercules! The Indestructible Saint!"

The holy sword that was said to never break slashed down and cut Hercules' body into pieces again. At the moment before the holy sword collapsed, Shiomi swung out two more consecutive swords.

The sword made a cracking sound, which mixed with the blood gushing out of Hercules' body.

Shiomi did several somersaults backwards, slid backwards for seven or eight meters, then stopped and looked at the motionless Hercules.

However, there are more than just these two types of Noble Phantasms that have been prepared.

After launching a magic interference with Sakura, Morgan also prepared the treasure.

"It is the power of the past. It cannot be fully utilized in its current state, but... it is more than enough to kill Hercules."

Morgan's cold and noble voice sounded.

"The second Noble Phantasm, the Holy Sword Memory of Londinium!"

Chapter 46: Berserker's Farewell

The sky opened up into a huge mirror of water, and heavy rain poured down. In it appeared the shining weapons of the knights who had failed to gather in a certain land in the past, present, and future, and then dissipated with the fog.

"What a sad treasure... I really don't want to see it again."

Shiomi looked at Hercules with melancholy as he died again as the weapons dissipated into the mist, and he whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

I will save more words for when I am done with everything in front of me, and then I can talk to Morgan slowly and in detail.

Behind her and Sakura, golden light was condensing above the lake that had eroded the inherent barrier.

He recognized the golden light that was gradually taking shape in Archer's hand.

"Sword of Promised Victory".

A holy sword forged in the inner sea of ​​stars.

That weapon would be perfect for killing Hercules.

But it would take several more takes before the weapon was ready.

Xijian looked around and saw many swords stuck in the wilderness. There must be some that could be used.

"Saber, your weapon can no longer kill Hercules." Shiomi pulled out two swords, "Go find another weapon."

After saying that, he rushed out without waiting for Mordred to react.

Mordred could only laugh "huh" and put away his own treasure, then did the same, casually drawing his weapon to fight Hercules.

She was surprised that in this era there were human magicians who could rival the Heroic Spirits.

Speed, strength, defense, skills, every aspect is impeccable.

Mordred felt very happy to fight alongside a guy who liked quick swords and guns.

She even forgot that he was the Master's father, or "my husband" in the Queen Mother's mouth.

Berserker, Hercules fought the two tirelessly like an invincible giant.

No one could tell whether it was the Berserker who was exhausted first, or whether the two's physical strength and magic power could not hold out.

The red thunder and various rune magic complement each other.

If it weren't for this inherent barrier containing endless weapons, such a dazzling battle would never have been possible.

No need to cherish weapons, no need to worry about your back.

There was only one thing left to do, and that was to try to kill Hercules again and again.

Watching Hercules falling down and standing up again and again, the blood in Mordred's body kept boiling. It didn't matter how many times he had left, and it didn't matter who would reach the end of his strength first.

The holy sword is almost ready.