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However, firing straight at it without any skill would be pointless. Berserker deflected it again and continued to close in.

"awesome."

The other man praised him with an air of effortless ease. Berserker couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. After punching him flat in the face, could he still maintain such a relaxed attitude? Let's see...!

"Declaration."

In an instant, a shockwave like a thunderbolt swept around her. She reflexively spun her body and "the virgin's chastity" 360 degrees... The black key that had just bounced away was now flying back towards her. It seemed its hilt had been pre-programmed with a tracking spell.

"It's such a pity, such a pity."

Was Shirou's muttering directed at himself, or... was he feeling sorry that she had knocked the black key away at the crucial moment?

That doesn't matter at all... Berserker immediately switched his thinking. He couldn't handle prolonged complex thinking anyway. So the only option was to relentlessly and foolishly charge forward...!

"Alright, Caster, I'm going to use it now."

Shirou raised his hand into the air after speaking. Instantly, the weapon was summoned along with the burst of magical energy. Berserker, charging forward, focused her gaze on the katana sheathed in its iron sheath. At the same time, she was utterly astonished, finding it unbelievable. That sword, brimming with immense magical energy… it was clearly a Noble Phantasm!

"Yes, yes, please use it! Use it to your heart's content! Like a storm accompanied by raging fire! Like a torrential rain accompanied by lightning! The eternal story begins now!"

The moment Caster let out an excited shout, Shirou began to sprint forward. With a swift movement of his left hand, he drew his katana from its sheath and simultaneously thrust it forward while bending low.

"Waaaaaah!"

Caught off guard by his sudden charge, Berserker was slashed. This fact reinforced her belief that the knife was no ordinary weapon. Weapons capable of harming Servants are rare indeed.

Berserker swung his warhammer, and slashes and blows began to alternate. The sword, which would have been deformed if hit, remained completely undamaged.

That wasn't some high-tech or artistic swordsmanship. Shirou's swordsmanship was just average. While it couldn't be called grunt-level, it was far from being a master. So, how was he able to fight Berserker to a draw?

Berserker was not a Heroic Spirit renowned for her martial prowess; she was merely elevated to Heroic Spirit status due to her ferocity, cruelty, and origins. Nevertheless, her original abilities were still exceptionally high.

She is a product of simulating and reproducing the Infinite Loop and the Second Perpetual Mechanism, capable of acting at full power under any circumstances. She doesn't experience the human traits of being out of breath or exhausted. She can continue beating her opponent indefinitely without breathing until they collapse... which is why she earned the title of Berserker.

Humans who could directly confront such a permanent mechanism... were originally impossible. Of course, given that they were agents of the Holy Church, it wasn't surprising that they had undergone training beyond the limits of ordinary people.

But no matter what, this was too conspicuous... Berserker began to feel a kind of unpleasant feeling settling in his stomach.

She swung her warhammer down with a powerful swing… and it was dodged. That's alright. If it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal. Even a human, someone who has cultivated to the demon realm, could probably dodge it. The problem lies in the way he dodged. That iron ball, which could have smashed his head into a crushed tomato in an instant, grazed just millimeters from his nose… In that situation, how could anyone possibly still smile?

His smile was really unpleasant, Berserker thought. His eyes were just as unpleasant, Berserker thought. But more importantly… his very presence was unpleasant!

Shirou jumped back a step to create some distance. He held the sword in one hand and the black key in the other.

The frenzied android charged forward without hesitation as the black keys were thrown at it.

Seizing the opportune moment when the "Black" Lancer and the two "Red" Servants began their battle, Caster freed the "Red" Berserker Spartacus. Currently, the "Black" Lancer has become a pillar of their side, and they absolutely cannot allow him to die… This was the judgment of the "Black" Caster.

"Berserker, I am your Master, understand?"

"Ah, I know. It seems I can't exist without your power. This subordinate relationship is truly unforgivable."

"So, are you going to kill me?"

"But I cannot kill you. Because I must remain in this world as long as possible to fulfill my mission. Because I must reach the Suppressor, firmly grasping at the sliver of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must kill all the greedy power-seekers who come seeking the Holy Grail."

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“I see. But for that, you must first eliminate our adversaries. Go, Berserker. Your adversaries are invaders, lackeys of the powerful. That should be a sufficient reason.”

Berserker's seal was gradually broken. As if impatient, Berserker struggled desperately, and finally took that step.

In the instant he gained his freedom, he looked at Caster with a calm, serene smile, like the stillness of the ocean. But Caster didn't react at all. Because he was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell whether he felt fear or not.

"Ah."

"Red" Berserker seemed to have lost interest in Caster and turned his face toward the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if pleased, and walked toward the battlefield, gripping a sword that was far too large to be called a short sword.

Watching his retreating figure, Caster sighed helplessly. If he had inadvertently adopted an arrogant attitude, he probably would have immediately retracted his statement and killed himself.

"Because I'm too fragile... As for that guy, one hit is all it takes."

Despite his deathly blue-white skin, the man was all muscle. He was a demon that brought chaos to the battlefield, capable of reducing everything to nothingness.

"So, what's next..."

Caster has one thing left to do... to find the right moment to sacrifice a magician and activate his Noble Phantasm. He's already received Danic's permission, so there are no problems. Although he's confident, he's still a little uneasy about the extent to which it will be usable against those powerful Heroic Spirits. However, if he can't overcome this difficulty, his wish will remain unfulfilled.

His wish is to complete his Noble Phantasm, "Crown of Wisdom." So, once the Noble Phantasm is successfully activated, does it mean his wish has been fulfilled?

The answer is no. Puppetry is a form of Kabbalah, its name meaning "fetus" or "invisible thing." In other words, it's an attempt to recreate the secret arts used by the gods when they created humanity.

In other words, even at the stage when it was established as a Noble Phantasm, it was still in an incomplete state. Although it could unleash unparalleled power, it could by no means be considered a complete existence.

The great king who will guide us, who have endured so much suffering, back to Eden... that is the heavy responsibility that the supreme puppet must bear.

The materials are mostly ready. All that remains is the final "core," the magician. Capturing that android would be ideal, but we can't ask for too much right now.

"teacher!"

A voice came from afar. Turning around, he saw his Master, Roche, waving innocently at him from the city wall. Although he could see him, the distance was too great for them to talk, so Roche was communicating with him telepathically.

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Yes! Um, when you get back... could you take a look at the puppet I made!? I think I did a really good job this time!"

"Oh..." Caster nodded admiringly. His passion for puppets was truly intense. He would immediately correct any suggestions given and then move on to even higher goals. If he were alive, Caster might have kept him as an apprentice... He was indeed a rare talent.

More importantly, he felt very satisfied that there were still families in modern times who inherited the secret techniques created by himself and his ancestors.

I'll go see it when I have time.

"Yes, it is!"

Although Roche seemed to have said enough, he lowered his head shyly.

"That being said, I'm not very comfortable with children."

Caster was already frail and sickly in his lifetime, and lived for many years in an environment where he had almost no interaction with people. He even specially created servant puppets to help him with housework.

That's why he's almost completely isolated from children, and this kind of admiration only confuses him.

How ironic. The self that strives to recreate God's miracles and create primordial humanity actually hates humanity.

"There's really no way."

To say he had no hesitation about using a magician as the "core" would be a lie. Even so, for Caster, completing this Noble Phantasm was a long-held dream. Ultimately, he had to be prepared to sacrifice everything for victory.

Furthermore, this matter was approved by Danic. He… Gerd Mujik Yugdomilenia, as the “core,” should be considered to have reached a satisfactory level. Although Caster very much wanted to construct a better Noble Phantasm, there was no other choice but him.

This is still a bit of a regret for him.

"Red" Berserker completely ignored the approaching Dragon Fang Soldiers and suddenly launched an attack on "Red" Lancer and Archer. His single-minded focus on coming here was probably all because of "Black" Lancer.

If he hadn't been bound by the Caster Command Spell after changing Masters, he would undoubtedly have attacked "Black" Lancer. It was this unconscious desire that drew him into the fiercest battle on this battlefield.

Despite being a bomb-like "red" Berserker, his power is so great that it instills fear in the Servants.

"Hmph! I really should have shot through his tendons back then...!"

"Red," Archer said, as he unleashed a barrage of arrows at him. The machine-gun-like rate of fire ensured every arrow hit its mark, leaving his knees riddled with arrows.

With a series of cracking sounds, his knees turned a disgusting color, like overripe persimmons, but "Red" Berserker still didn't fall.

"Archer, I'll leave Berserker to you. I'll handle the Impaler here."

"Red" Lancer said this to Archer while engaging in a fierce gunfight with "Black" Lancer.

"I understand. Hmph... Now that I think about it, you really are a pathetic creature!"

To participate in this Holy Grail War, one must be subordinate to someone. Sometimes, one might even find oneself forced to fight as a lackey of the oppressor. ...If he were summoned as an ordinary swordsman, could he truly endure such humiliation?

Therefore, if he is to fight for the Holy Grail, he can only take the riskiest path: the Berserker. And his Berserk state will only worsen the situation. It's likely that no matter which Holy Grail War he is summoned to, he will never obtain the Grail.

Even so, he still slays evil with a smile. While enduring pain, he also searches for a way to reverse it. He is both a masochistic seeker of truth and a desperate destroyer. That is practically the life of Spartacus.

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Therefore, "Red" Archer, judging his existence with pathetic certainty, fired arrows at him. To her, Berserker was merely a gigantic target. Neither a short sword strike from his massive arm nor a charge from his enormous body mattered against her beastly speed. Yet, Berserker's steel-like muscles remained unmoved no matter how many arrows pierced them.

"That's tough enough... In that case, let's do it this way!"

Archer abandoned her tactic of creating distance and sprinted forward at breakneck speed, simultaneously gliding across the ground as she dodged oncoming sweeping attacks. Although "King of Execution" relentlessly pursued her, extending countless iron stakes, it was no match for Archer's full-speed charge.

As the arrow passed between Berserker's feet, Archer instantly pierced Berserker's jaw, throat, chest, and abdomen with his own.

"Hahahaha! Not enough! Not enough, ahhhhhh!"

However, Berserker turned around and kicked Archer hard in the stomach. With a powerful impact like being hit by a cannonball, Archer, along with the nearby Dragon Fang soldiers and androids, flew a full twenty meters.

"Gurgle, woof...!"

Fortunately, he managed to move his body backward at the last second. Otherwise, with such a strong impact, his upper body might have been kicked away as well.

Archer regretted his carelessness and glanced at the approaching Berserker. Despite firing so many arrows at him, Berserker's speed remained unchanged.

"The arrow should have injured him, right?"

If it's a high-ranking Heroic Spirit... for example, a Heroic Spirit like "Red" Rider, who is deeply loved by the gods, can also nullify enemy attacks through skills or Noble Phantasms. She also knows a hero who possesses a Noble Phantasm that has an almost unfair effect of completely nullifying attacks below a certain level.

However, the Noble Phantasm and skills of the "Red" Berserker that Shirou had mentioned did not have those characteristics. Of course, it's also possible that Shirou simply didn't tell him. But given the clear-cut hostility between them, he probably had no motive to conceal information.

More importantly, the arrows had indeed pierced his body, and he could feel it. Although Berserker might occasionally pull the arrows out of his body because he felt uncomfortable, he was undoubtedly covered in wounds from the arrows.

Yes, and he's bleeding; he's undoubtedly injured. If that's the case, is he simply enduring the pain, relying solely on his incredible stamina?

"No... something just doesn't feel right."

She was, after all, a young girl who made her living through fighting and hunting. While shooting arrows, she also observed Berserker's movements from afar, and then she discovered…

His wounds had been repaired. But it was less a repair and more an excessive regeneration. The pierced area bulged up like a tumor. Archer's arrow must have pierced countless holes throughout his body. That meant…

"Could it be that this guy... is growing to gigantic?!"

And that wasn't all; an even stronger surge of magic power could be felt emanating from him than before. His entire body enveloped in dense magic, Berserker swung his short sword with even greater power and speed than before…!

"Tsk...!"

Archer narrowly avoided the swung dagger and leaped into the air. She landed on Berserker's arm and ran toward his face.

"Since that's the case, I'll take your head!"

Archer stepped onto Berserker's shoulder and fired several arrows at his neck. Perhaps due to her innate sense of balance, she didn't fall off no matter how Berserker swung around. Instead, she went behind him, grabbed the arrows stuck in them, and slashed his neck repeatedly with force.

The instant she heard the gurgling sound of blood spurting out, she immediately put away her bow, then firmly planted her feet on Berserker's shoulders and used all her strength to pull his head upwards. With the ripping sound of flesh being torn apart, Berserker became even more ferocious.

Archer slipped and fell to the ground after stepping on the spurting blood. She rolled over and quickly got back up, intending to look up to check Berserker's remains... but then she fell silent.

"It's a nightmare."

It's no wonder Archer reacted that way. His head, which had been nearly severed, was now bulging with large, fleshy lumps, as if bubbling up. The sight was utterly disgusting, even somewhat comical. At the same time, Archer sensed that the magical energy flowing within him had increased even further.

"Red" Berserker Spartacus's Noble Phantasm "Roar of the Flawed Beast"... is a self-targeting Noble Phantasm that converts a portion of damage into magical energy to enhance his own abilities.

"But I've never heard of something that can turn into an alien... Hmm!"

Berserker, whose neck had swollen into a turtle-like shape, rolled his eyes and laughed. Archer crouched to dodge the slash from Berserker's whip-like arm, while simultaneously aiming an arrow at the wrist of Berserker's sword-wielding hand. Perhaps because his wrist had been pierced by three arrows, Berserker finally released his grip on the short sword.

Archer suddenly sprinted forward, and as he picked up the sword, he raised it with both hands and stabbed it viciously into the back of Berserker's struggling hand.

Although he didn't let out a cry of pain, he stopped moving because the wound had penetrated too deeply. He could have escaped by simply severing his wrist, but his excessive regenerative abilities had caused the wound to heal completely.

"Okay, don't move for now."

Archer confirmed that there were only Dragon Tooth Soldiers, Homunculi, and Golems around him, so he reloaded two arrows and aimed them at the sky.

She compressed her domain to its limit, concentrating the arrows on a single point. Although this was the second time she had used her Noble Phantasm, it was the only one among her attack methods best suited for this situation.

Fortunately, Master did not utter a single complaint about it.

"To offer up such a disaster... 'The Arrow of Lawsuit'!"

"Red" Berserker looked up at the sky and laughed. A shower of radiant arrows fell brilliantly, as if to purify him.

Every inch of his body was ripped apart; he was truly mangled beyond recognition. Muscle tissue, skin, blood vessels, nerves, and everything else was severely damaged. An ordinary Servant would undoubtedly die instantly in this situation. Even a skilled Servant would likely be on the verge of death. Instant recovery was something even a top-tier magician like the Master couldn't achieve.

However... what's unexpected is...

"Could it be..."

As if in response to the silent "red" Archer, the chunk of meat began to slowly stir.