Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

[Just an example, maybe Gaetia anticipated this day and she left a backup plan, but...]

——GKD!

[I will begin to fight with you for control of this body, just like Andusias fought with Mozart.]

As expected, this is the plot written by that damn third-rate playwright. If there is nothing wrong, they will gradually degenerate into the opposite side of Chaldea.

The plot of being killed by one's own partner is really disgusting.

——Do I still have a choice?

[…Sorry, my friend.]

Vashak looked at the notebook in his hand and smiled as annoyingly as Kusaga Masato. He picked up the pen and wrote the third line.

The target has been successfully hooked.

[By the way, remember to bring your gun with you when you go out next time. ]

After releasing her treasure, Camilla walked straight towards the door without even looking at Alvin's condition, and told the girl who had been praying hard.

Your hopes have just been dashed.

"...Ahem, this is really embarrassing."

He got up from the ground and looked at Camilla, who was full of disbelief, with a half-smile. The color of his pupils was very surprising. One eye was no different from a human's, but the other was scarlet.

"That's it?"

"you are still alive?"

"Why can't I live?" A gun appeared in his hand and was pointed at his temple.

"I'm back from hell, Assassin."

——Under Camilla's incredulous eyes, he and "he" pulled the trigger.

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PS1: I don’t know why I like this kind of segment very much…

PS2: It’s officially the review month. I hope I can pass this time. I also wish those taking the postgraduate entrance examination can get an average score of 424.

PS3: Remember to watch the S2 resurrection match tomorrow, the second Nongfu Spring Cup, my youth is gone and back again.

Chapter 99 Berserker - Elizabeth Bathory

There was a dull empty shot, and nothing happened.

If you had to say what happened, it was that a notebook appeared out of thin air in front of him and fell into his hands. The luminous font on the cover sparkled in the dark night.

Future Note, this is the name of the notebook.

He made a voice that was extremely inconsistent with his age. It was deep, heavy, and extremely strange, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts, and even Camilla, who was of the Chaos Evil attribute, was no exception.

"It's still not too late for you to go back and report to the one you're loyal to, Assassin Camilla." The man casually opened the notebook and flipped through the contents without even looking at her.

Her face gradually changed. Suddenly, she felt a surge of angry magma rolling and rising in her chest, and her fair face turned red from anger.

When has a Servant ever been looked down upon?

This pride belongs to the Servant, but it is not your turn to make comments yet!

Camilla waved the bat staff in her hand, and a magic circle drawn with blood emerged under her feet, forming the shape of many magic patterns. A fist-sized green bead emitted a faint light on the bat at the top.

Prison Castle Cachtice Castle, this is the name of the staff, and it is also the magic castle where she tortured and killed hundreds of girls during her lifetime. Now it has become her personal weapon.

Camilla raised the staff in her hand again, and blood appeared out of thin air, washing over her body, along with the screams of the murdered girls before their death.

She became younger, or in other words, after bathing in blood, she became stronger. If the previous one was Assassin Camilla, then the current one is the Blood Countess Camilla.

"Interesting." The notebook was closed at that moment, and he watched Camilla's performance as if he was watching a show called "Chahedis".

"Accept and sing the praises of this despair, unknown magician."

"That's just what I wanted." They opened their notebooks again, and on a new page, a line of words appeared:

After bathing in blood, Assassin became stronger as if he had completed a skill book and a treasure book.

“What a wonderful metaphor.”

Now she will cast her Noble Phantasm on you.

"..."

Just as he raised his head, something above him began to move. An iron curtain suddenly descended from the sky, once again trapping Alvin and Vashak, who loved studying.

"Blood, blood, blood!" She sounded like a devout believer, or a black magician performing a summoning ritual. However, if the people from the religious heresy center saw this scene, they would probably order her to be arrested.

"Eternal beauty, a never-ending party, until the moment when beauty and time disappear! [Phantom Maiden]!"

"Ahahahaha, ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Everything is meaningless, go to hell!"

The friction sound of chains colliding with each other, the cries of those who were killed in the past, the magic power in the air, the blood floating in the air, and the sound of being strangled by one's own treasure -

What about the sound?

She finally discovered something was wrong. The treasure she had spent so much effort to release turned out to be in vain?

At this moment, the chain moved. The chain that was originally tying the statue tightly, suddenly went around Camilla's back and

—throughout her body.

The metal easily pierced a hole, and Camilla felt the concept of "pain" for the first time. But this was just the beginning, as tens of thousands of chains continued to pierce her body.

Her skin came into contact with the hard, condensed obstacle, and she was stirred and rolled by the hot, cold objects with barbs, and the pain was torn apart. She could even feel the breeze blowing under her feet while being suspended in the air.

"what happened?"

"After Assassin Camilla released her Noble Phantasm, not only did it fail to hit the target, but it also affected herself."

"Then let me see the end of being killed by the Noble Phantasm that I unleashed with all my strength."

Although the wound on the head was still bleeding and the wounds on the body looked horrifying, under the elegant temperament and the face as calm as water, those scars seemed to be added artificially.

At the bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris, the bell ringer rang the ninth bell, and the prelude to the first half of the night slowly began, but here, the battle was nearing its end.

"She died at the hands of her own treasure. How ironic." He looked at the small puddles formed by the blood dripping due to gravity, and felt a trace of pity in his heart.

"...You are just a slut."

"Neither is any better." As the avant-garde design book in his hand gradually disappeared, he walked towards the door.

Behind that, waiting for him was a dormant treasure.

Why...why?

How could this be? This must be a lie, right?

I just lost like this?

Impossible! No one has ever said that!

No one ever said this was wrong!

I don't want to end up like this!

She once again returned to the days when there was only a small hole left for food delivery. In that room where there were no exits or windows and the outside was sealed with mud, she kept asking, "Why?"

——Until August 8st comes.

Must not

Must not

…No no no no no no no no! I don’t want to die!

I want--

Live!

The frenzy characteristic that was inflicted upon it when it was summoned broke out irreversibly at this moment.

Those memories that had long been forgotten were now accompanied by the frenzy characteristics that it had when it was summoned, causing it to change its job in a very unscientific way.

It could be because of memory, or because of the spell that was cast, or it could be that someone opened a modifier in the background and arbitrarily changed the difficulty.

Now, Carmilla has left the stage as Assassin, and Berserker is back:

— Elizabeth Bathory

"That's what makes it interesting."

PS1:

Battle Continuation B: Tenacious vitality in difficult situations.

He can continue to fight even when he is seriously wounded and on the verge of death. He can survive without receiving a fatal injury... Although this is a skill, for this Servant, it becomes an ability to "reappear again without repentance no matter how many times he is knocked down."

It was supposed to be a skill of my younger self, but for some reason it appeared on my adult self.

PS2: Don’t ask, if you ask, I will just update once every two days while I am reviewing.

But I think I should get used to it.

PS3: The Berserker Dragon Girl has been a satellite since the CCC era, we are not making a magical modification.

PS4: Let me ask, what do you plan to choose for the four-star selection?

Chapter 100: The Return of the Ex-Idol

On the moon in a certain world line, even with a ballet dancer as the Master, the level of frenzy was only E-, which was almost non-existent.

Camilla, who is now tied up, has undergone a drastic change compared to her previous image after her job change:

The palm grew to the point where it could no longer be recognized as a human. The dragon gene in the body was artificially awakened, and the accompanying chain reaction also activated something behind it. The huge dragon wings tore through the flesh and blood with painful roars.

Faced with this emergency, we specially created a special term: dragonization.

"What's going on? I thought there shouldn't be any black mud in this world line, right?"

[I don’t know. I can’t answer this question.]

The chains that bound her had loosened under her frantic struggle, and dust fell from the walls on both sides. It was obvious that the number of chains this treasure had reached its limit, after all, not every chain was Eukidu.

From the time the soul core began to change to the current transformation in appearance and job, only half a minute had passed.

But this is just the beginning.

She tore off those things that had become useless, and fell from the air where she was suspended with a chain on each wrist.

Compared with the idol who came as a Lancer, the current Camilla, no, the adult version of Elizabeth Bathory, the outdated idol who has experienced ups and downs is obviously better.

"I have returned from hell, too, magician, and now I will send you back again."

"It's too cold there for my liking, and I don't want to go down there again myself."

Before Alvin finished speaking, Elizabeth Bathory moved with two countless chains. This level of restraint was obviously not enough to limit her after she became a Berserker.

Just the first step, the force generated left cracks on the ground. Her eyes in the night, green light, like a wolf starting to hunt, she roared, stretched out her hand and rushed towards Alvin who was standing there, her fierce footsteps almost trampled the ground.

Her idea was simple: to use her advantage to inflict a heavy blow to the enemy. She waved her hands, which were no longer human-like, and flew towards Alvin with the heavy chains.

Amid the rising dust, Elizabeth Bathory made a disdainful "tsk" sound, somewhat disappointed that her attack had failed.

"I'm curious, what is your berserk level?" Alvin flipped through the blue book in his hand and vaguely saw the word WIKI on the cover.

"According to this Wiki, your ancestor is Vlad Tepes Dracula, the Grand Duke of Wallachia, and as his descendant, you also have vampire legends... Perhaps I can write a fan fiction about Dracula and you?"

"shut up!"

Thanks to those creative writers, she herself probably wouldn't have such a great reputation, but she would never like being born as a vampire.

"Back then, Vlad III had no problem having a normal conversation while in berserk EX mode. I think as a descendant, you should be able to listen to me."

"After all, whether or not they can communicate normally is the basic criterion for judging whether a Servant is compatible with a Berserker."

"You talk too much! Human! Shut up!" She began to become anxious and violent, her heart filled with anger and dissatisfaction, and she desperately needed an outlet to vent.

Although the carefully planned offensive was easily resolved, he did not give up. Instead, he became even more ferocious than before. He let out a loud roar, exerted force on his feet, jumped up, and rushed forward, as if he was determined to die if he failed.

——But in the end, it was all in vain.

"Oh my, this landing posture is a little bit embarrassing." His expression was still calm and he had the same smile on his face. The smile was very light, but it obviously contained a hint of sarcasm and a hint of contempt.