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He completely ignores the intentions of the Master or other Servants, riots just for the sake of rioting, and then turns into stars and disappears. In short, he is a Servant who best fits the word "Berserker".

Although Spartacus is undoubtedly a heroic spirit, from the perspective of the Holy Grail War, he can be said to be the worst Servant.

If a Master who is a magician is judged by him as an [oppressor], Spartacus will not hesitate to turn his weapon against the Master.

Why the Magic Association, which has the strongest inventory of holy relics, chose him remains a mystery.

"Hahahaha! There's no word 'wait' in my dictionary!"

As Berserker roared with wild laughter, Archer gave up completely.

According to the order conveyed by the pigeon, if persuasion fails, focus on supporting Spartacus.

"He is a Berserker after all. Is it impossible to communicate with others?"

In response to the female hunter's sighing muttering, a young man said:

"Oh, I thought it would be so."

Hearing this sound from the sky, Archer looked up at the branches above.

A young man with a leisurely smile on his face was standing there.

He was a very handsome man, his eyes were as sharp as a bird of prey, his body was strong but not vulgar.

This young man is the embodiment of the concept of "hero". He is Rider, who Father Shirou said can rival Karna, the great hero who is the son of the sun god.

In terms of popularity, he is the strongest in the Holy Grail War, the immortal hero in Greek mythology, Achilles.

The Red Archer is also a hero from Greek mythology, Atalanta.

She was a famous huntswoman who was the first to shoot an arrow at the wild boar in Calydon, and was also a member of the Argonauts, a group of brave Greek heroes.

"Rider... Are you saying that we can only abandon him?"

Rider shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Alas, there is nothing we can do about it. That thing is a monster that only thinks about fighting. You who want to convince him are much weirder, ok?”

"I am very good at controlling violent beasts. I even thought about shooting an arrow through his knee, but..."

If he did that, there was no doubt that Berserker would change direction and lunge at Archer.

"It would be a great help if you could take care of yourself, sis."

"By the way, why did you catch up with me?"

The young man looked very welcoming and smiled knowingly as he answered, "Of course I'm worried about you. Isn't that obvious?"

"Huh, is that so."

Atalanta rolled her eyes coldly.

She didn't blush, wasn't surprised, or even angry; she had no reaction at all.

If it were an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous a wife she was, this sentence would undoubtedly be enough to make her blush.

However, for Archer, who had lived with wild beasts before, sweet words meant nothing.

His sweet words simply fell on deaf ears. Rider coughed awkwardly and returned to his original task.

At the end of the forest, the battle between Spartacus and the Thousand World Tree Vanguards finally began.

“Hahahahahahahaha! Come on, come and ravage me!”

Chapter 351 Aleister is good at brute force code cracking

In the throne room of Mirenia City, all the participants in the war are now gathered together.

In line with Danic's signal, the Black Rider Avisbron operated the seven-lamp candlestick and performed farsighted magic with the golem flying in the sky as a relay point, reflecting the scenery outside the city.

"Everyone, according to Rider's report, this Servant is breaking through the forest and rushing towards this castle regardless of day or night."

After hearing what Danik said, everyone present was speechless.

Whether it was a surprise attack or an open and aboveboard attack, it was common for multiple Servants to attack together. However, this Servant intended to attack alone.

Danic said, "I think this is the Red Berserker. Perhaps because his frenzy level is too high, he is in a rampage state, craving for enemies."

"What should I do, uncle?"

"Of course we can't let this opportunity slip away. Sending out three Servants will be enough. However, this is a unique opportunity in this Holy Grail War. If everything goes well with this Berserker, he might even become our pawn."

Danik's words caused everyone to talk about it.

After everyone calmed down, the Black Lancer Vlad III, who was sitting on the throne, asked calmly:

"Let me hear the details of the plan. You must have planned to gather the Servants here like this."

"Yes, lord."

Thus, under the instruction of Master Darnik, the capture operation of Red Berserker began in secret.

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In the forest east of Tuliface.

The ones who blocked the Red Berserker's path and fought against him were the combat androids of the Yugdomirenian Vanguard and the huge bronze golems that were even bigger than Spartacus. There were more than a hundred of them.

But was it really a battle?

It can only be regarded as crushing or ravaging.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

He was chopped in the shoulder by the android's battle axe and hit in the face by the golem's fist.

Despite being hit directly by a fist powerful enough to crush even steel, the Berserker's smile remained unchanged, or rather, became even brighter.

From the very beginning, Berserker had no intention of avoiding any attacks, and even jumped into the attacks on purpose.

Bear, bear, bear the attack in vain.

Even though she was badly hit and hurt, that innocent smile that made her feel happy and relaxed would never disappear.

During the continuous attack, the androids and golems became confused. The moment they stopped attacking, Spartacus took action.

"Sad puppet of the tyrant, at least rest in peace beneath my sword and fist."

Berserker grabbed the golem's face with his hand and easily threw the golem, which was estimated to be about three meters long, far away, crushing the androids in the distance.

"Come on, you too."

As he said this, he casually swung his sword horizontally, and the upper body of the android present was instantly blown away.

He punched the struggling golem, and its bronze head, which had been strengthened by magic, turned into ashes.

He picked up five golems and threw them back fiercely. The stone golems, which weighed several tons in total, were destroyed from the top due to his shoulder throw.

Berserker is like the embodiment of tyranny.

Every swing of the sword or punch generates a lot of garbage.

Spartacus smiled as he swung his sword and punched, which made people wonder, "What kind of nightmare is this?"

Even the androids, who only possessed a few thin emotions, were infected by this madness and began to flee.

After tearing all the golems into pieces, Berserker nodded with satisfaction and started walking again.

"Come on, tyrant. The time has come for arrogance to collapse and the dignity of the strong to be kicked apart!"

After knocking down a bunch of large trees, a girl who was completely different from the previous androids and golems and exuded a strong aura blocked Spartacus' way.

The girl wearing gorgeous oriental clothes is Saber from the black side.

After noticing Miyamoto Musashi, the Berserker smiled and swung his sword.

The sword pressure alone was like a typhoon.

Looking at the huge monster that completely swallowed her body, the girl thought that even the legendary Honda Heihachiro and Onishita were no better than this.

The female swordsman, who was acting alone, sighed and muttered to herself:

"...Oh my, just because I failed to take Caster's head in Japan, I was sent to do this dangerous work, really..."

Miyamoto Musashi showed a brilliant smile that was no less brilliant than Spartacus' and drew the two swords at his waist: "That's just what I want!"

"Hahahahaha. Very good, this arrogance is wonderful. Come on, come and ravage me!"

The Berserker's movements were surprisingly agile, his brown bear-like body running wildly like a wild boar.

With a smile on his face, a devastating blow came down from overhead, enough to smash Saber's petite body and the ground together. Musashi dodged it with the smallest possible turn.

And it wasn't just the attacks from the Roman gladius that had to be dodged.

Even taking into account the shockwave released by Spartacus and the collapse of the ground, Musashi dodged all the damage gracefully and gorgeously, like a flower.

Before Berserker could make a second attack, Musashi approached him from the blind spot.

"Let me show you what the endless art of war means! This is Er Tian Yi Liu!"

The two swords flashed.

The berserker's knees, which were firmly planted on the ground, broke apart without any delay the moment Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword.

Spartacus's invulnerable skin was cut by a Japanese sword that wasn't even a Noble Phantasm.

No, rather than the blade that severed the Berserker’s knee, it was more like he was kneeling before Saber’s skill and vision.

In front of Miyamoto Musashi, even the iron-like defense is equivalent to nothing, and the overly huge body becomes a weakness.

The berserker's calf was cut off and his huge body began to fall.

Even so, his smile did not disappear, and he showed no surprise at all.

This alone would not have prevented Spartacus's rebellion.

As long as there is still some space above the knees, Berserker will continue to move forward even if he has to crawl.

Just as he was about to counterattack Miyamoto Musashi, the berserker turned his gaze as if he had gained intelligence.

The Red Beserker left Musashi behind and suddenly began to speed up.

Through his nose, skin, ears, eyes and tongue, he understood that the tyrant was waiting for him ahead.

"Feel it, feel it! Loveless oppressor! The time has come when arrogance collapses and the dignity of the strong is kicked apart!"

Two figures stood in front of Mirenia Castle. They were Lancer of Black and Rider who were going out to fight.

"Mm, so beautiful. As expected of Saber, who is known as the strongest class.

Rider, don't feel guilty. Your golem did a great job. It's just that Berserker is a heretic."

Lancer watched the berserker running towards him from afar with a cold smile.

"……Yes."

Avisbronn lowered his head and sighed deeply.

In this Holy Grail War, Rider might be the Servant that the Black side has devoted the most effort to.

Not only to fulfill his long-cherished wish, but also to prove to the guy who kicked him to the Rider's seat that he is the one who truly meets the Caster class!

"It's you"

Spartacus roared and rushed over.

I don't know when he had expanded to the size of a small mountain, and his huge presence seemed as if he could tear the castle apart with just a stretch of his hand.

"That's right. Crimson Berserker, if you seek the one in power, then I am the one who stands at the top."

“Ooooh, oooh…..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Spartacus rushed forward, arms outstretched in joy.

Just a little more and your hand will be able to reach the dictator's head.

Always, whenever such suffering is followed by cloudless glory and joy.

"Tyrant, I will crush you... and crush you to pieces!"

However, the Black Lancer looked at him with frozen eyes and stopped the typhoon-like advance with just one hand.

"Kazikli Bey."