They say tanks are all masochists
This Japanese-style building has a very spacious courtyard, but the living areas—especially the entrance hall—are quite narrow; a single brsrkr standing there takes up the entire passageway.
The cramped space made the burly Black Knight appear even taller; the mere 1.54 meters tall Saber looked like a tiny squirrel standing in front of a steel tank.
However, this squirrel's teeth are quite sharp; if it doesn't get a good bite, even the finest steel would be badly injured.
The door panel Brsrkr threw was dodged by Sabr as she bent down, but unfortunately she forgot—or rather, didn't forget? Who—was there someone right behind her? Just as Jizi looked up, she saw an object much larger than herself looming in her field of vision, and she was terrified. She frantically struggled to dodge. Thanks to the high agility granted by her Assassin class, she barely managed to avoid it at the last moment, but the debris from the wooden plank hitting the concrete wall still struck her in the back, making her look like a hedgehog. 3W. LEDU. M
"Damn it, you're dead meat!"
Enduring the pain as she got up from the ground, Jizi didn't reach out to pull out the splinters of wood stuck in her back, because the battle between the two Knights had moved away from the front door and was gradually approaching the inner chamber. If she didn't escape quickly, she would definitely be caught in it.
So Jizi could only utter a harsh remark like a child who had lost a fight, and then quickly jump away.
Irisviel had already run and moved to the warehouse with Maiya Hisau when Jizi flew in. She placed her hand on the central Magic Circle, but unfortunately most of the barriers had already been broken through by brsrkr with Brute Force, so even if she wanted to help sabr disrupt the opponent, she was powerless. Maiya, on the other hand, drew a short gun from her waist and cautiously aimed at the back door of the living room.
Logically speaking, the tall brsrkr should have been easily restrained by sabr in the confined indoor space, but the berserker used his overwhelming strength to smash through the walls and floors, creating a wide battlefield.
The front hall was already a mess. Sabr knew that if the fighting continued like this, the entire building would be demolished. And now it was broad daylight. If they had lured their opponents into the street, the only option was to fight in the relatively spacious courtyard.
Raising his sword to parry a pillar that brsrkr had casually broken off, sabr released the Invisible Air attached to his sword. A fierce airflow, carrying debris from the ground, rushed towards brsrkr's head. However, the latter simply raised his hand slightly to block, thus neutralizing this seemingly ferocious attack.
In reality, Saber didn't intend to inflict damage with a single strike. Her goal was to obscure her opponent's vision and create a momentary opening for her actions. After unleashing the whirlwind, she used the recoil to jump backward, creating distance before quickly retreating into the courtyard.
Brsrkr naturally followed behind, but once inside the courtyard, he did not continue his attack. Instead, he stood in front of Sabr, confronting her.
What drew brsrkr's attention was the sword in sabr's hand; the Invisible Air had temporarily lost its effect after the full-force attack. Without the protection of the gale, the invisible sword finally revealed its true form. The magnificent blade shone with dazzling brilliance, overshadowing even the rising sun.
"Arthur!"
A hoarse roar came from beneath Brsrkr's cold helmet, the content of which made Sabr frown. She pointed her sword forward and asked sharply:
"Judging by your skills, you must be a renowned Knight. Since you recognize me, why hide yourself? Such despicable behavior is not the way of Knight. If you have any sense of honor, quickly state your name!"
Sabr's question went unheard by brsrkr, who was completely focused on the Excalibur, which radiated a brilliant light—the very light that had inspired the Knight, including himself, to fight and die for it willingly.
But there was something different, because what he wanted was not only the glory that the light radiated, but also the beautiful face that stood beside that light.
He was one of the most powerful and influential people of his time; whatever he desired, he could obtain. Even the supreme ruler could not stop him.
He fought for it, and he succeeded; she was disappointed, and she fell silent.
She chose silence, avoided punishment, denied any chance to wash away the shame, and shouldered everything herself.
If his sense of morality hadn't been so strong, perhaps there would still have been a chance to salvage the situation. But history has no "what ifs," because tormented by his conscience, he ultimately descended into madness.
Punish me! Whip me! Torture me! Let me feel your anger, give me a chance to beg for mercy, let me do something to make amends! Let me, let me stop torturing me like this!
They're all yours! They're all yours, Arthur! If you weren't so perfect, so forgiving, so aloof, everything would be different!
Our army has crumbled, our comrades have split, our people have suffered, and our kingdom has been shattered, all because you did not punish me!
Lancelot was once considered a paragon of Knight. Even if we go back five hundred years and forward, there are very few people as self-disciplined and courteous as him. However, the more self-disciplined a person is, the more serious they become, and the more prone they are to getting stuck on trivial matters. If it were just him, it wouldn't be so bad, but Artoria also had this kind of personality, so Lancelot was forced into becoming a fanatic.
This obsession was amplified by the "Berserker" class, leaving him with nothing but endless hatred.
This hatred, though not literally hatred for King Arthur, was more accurately described as hatred for the person in question, a mixture of many other emotions that were difficult to articulate clearly.
Upon seeing that legendary sword again, even with his limited thinking ability, the mark etched on his soul made him pause and stare intently for a moment.
However, it only lasted a moment.
Brsrkr still held the pillar he had taken from the living room. His magic had permeated it, temporarily transforming what was originally just an ordinary wooden pillar into Noble Phantasm. With a casual swing, it would create layers of air waves, creating a tremendous spectacle. Each time the two holy swords clashed, they could cut several fragments from the wooden pillar, but they could not cut it in two.
Saber was at a disadvantage in height, build, and strength, and she might not be able to defeat brsrkr in martial arts either. In addition, the latter knew he didn't have much left, and every move he made was a desperate attempt to kill him, so Saber naturally didn't dare to trade blows with him. The situation in the courtyard was extremely dangerous.
Hiding behind the warehouse door, Maiya Hisau nervously watched the battle unfold. She had fired a few shots at brsrkr at several opportune moments, but the bullets had no effect on the armor shrouded in Black Mist; they simply bounced off with a "clang" sound.
Now she had released the gun handle and took a black object from a small pouch hanging from her tactical belt—an anti-tank grenade, the most powerful weapon she was currently carrying. Surely even Heroic Spirit would be unharmed under the power of modern technology and weaponry?
She kept a close eye on BRSRKR, waiting for the right opportunity. She didn't expect to take down SRVant with a grenade, but at least it would buy BR a decisive chance.
Sabr's side slash was Brute Force deflected by brsrkr, creating some distance between them, and the latter happened to be facing away from them—an opportunity!
Just as Maiya was about to pull the pin on the grenade, it suddenly disappeared from her hand.
Condition?
"Make way, let the professionals handle this!"
Assassin! Maiya suddenly remembered that there were more than just them in this area. She had initially thought the messenger had left after being severely injured by BRSKR, but it turned out she was still lurking nearby. Now that SABR wasn't around, if she wanted to do something—
Maiya abruptly retreated, trying to get as far away from the assassin as possible. But the latter didn't even look at her. The assassin casually summoned a wildly designed bow from thin air, nocked an arrow, attached the stolen grenade to it, took a quick aim, and released the bowstring.
The arrow traced a line through the air, heading straight for brsrkr's helmet. Although his back was turned, the sound of the air and his battle-hardened instincts were constantly warning him. He turned quickly, but the arrow seemed to be moving even faster.
"Sizzle!"
Brsrkr's turn was a fraction of a second too slow, but his hand movements were even faster. Before his body had even turned, his hand, which wasn't holding the pillar, reached out. Without even a view, relying entirely on the speed of the air and the sound of it cutting through the air, he actually managed to catch the arrow that was sure to hit.
But--
"Art is an explosion!"
Assassin shouted a sentence in an unfamiliar language, perhaps a spell or a battle cry.
Then--
"B! O! O! M!"
A massive explosion echoed through the space. Maiya and tackled Irisviel to the ground, shielding her with her body. Assassin, meanwhile, closed the door and stood in front of the two of them.
Was this protecting us? Before Maiya could figure it out, the shockwave hit, but it wasn't as severe as she had imagined. She and Irisviel looked up and saw a black robe fluttering in front of them, acting like a wall to block the shockwave and dust.
The explosion happened in an instant, and the smoke and dust quickly dissipated. The three people inside the warehouse hurriedly looked out the window. After confirming that the familiar strand of golden hair was still standing upright Irisviel breathed a sigh of relief, but then it seemed that something was wrong with her.
I've never seen Saber with that expression before; it looked like she was about to cry!
Is it something that makes this girl, who is stronger than most men in the world, show such an expression?
Clang!
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was crisp and clear. Only then did everyone see that the violent explosion had not killed brsrkr. The black figure still stood like a small mountain in the center of the courtyard, but after being hit by the impact at close range, his helmet shattered into several large pieces and fell off, revealing his face.
That once handsome, gentle, and kind face, a face that made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
That face, now twisted, filled with resentment and terror, smeared with blood.
"Secretary Lancelot?!"
Sabr's hand holding the sword fell to his sides, his tone unusually weak and vulnerable.
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