In the Type-Moon World, Starting with Adopting Sakura Chapter 28

However, these weren't the things that most unsettled Artoria.

What was most important was that she discovered the black knight before her knew the length of her blade and was also very familiar with her attack patterns.

Each counterattack was perfectly timed, leaving her feeling powerless.

During several clashes, Artoria couldn't help but frown, as she sensed a vaguely familiar aura from this black knight.

Although it had become somewhat faint due to the emitted black energy and rampaging, she always felt that this knight should have some special connection to her.

Was it a former enemy?

Her heart couldn't help but ponder.

"Another formidable fellow has arrived..."

Iskandar also sighed in admiration.

"More divine-era martial arts. This dark knight must also be a top-tier hero."

Fionn pondered seriously.

"Hmph, just a mad dog!"

In response, the golden hero's eyes still showed disdain.

"..."

This time, Scáthach, whose opponent had been taken, didn't have much to say.

Unlike the others who were uninvolved, she understood this dark knight and naturally knew the cause and effect of the situation.

Berserker's true name: Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.

Possessing peerless martial arts, he was the most powerful warrior among the Knights of the Round Table in terms of martial skill and overall strength.

Ever since she learned Saber's identity was King Arthur, she had vaguely anticipated this situation. After all, the damage Lancelot inflicted on King Arthur was no less than that caused by Mordred.

Despite being a knight, he had an improper relationship with his liege's wife, King Arthur's queen, Guinevere. This led him into injustice, the queen into infidelity, causing the Knights of the Round Table to fall into internal strife and division, thereby accelerating Britain's demise.

In Scáthach's view, Lancelot's contribution to the destruction of Britain was no less than Mordred's; both bore significant responsibility.

Judging solely by his deeds, not to mention Lancelot's past achievements, the mere fact that he killed Gawain's brother Agravaine and the unarmed knight Gareth was enough to earn him eternal infamy.

Traitor, disloyal and unjust, kinslayer...

These were the titles later bestowed upon the Knight of the Lake.

However, since it was already done, if Lancelot could have taken responsibility and been prepared for his actions, Scáthach would have considered him a hero.

But to wallow in self-pity, and instead stubbornly shift the blame and the contradiction of not being punished onto his liege, King Arthur—to have such an extreme knight, even Scáthach couldn't help but feel sorrow for Artoria.

Now, as a companion, Scáthach felt it was somewhat embarrassing to cooperate with such a person.

Since he can't be rational, I'll help him calm down first.

Thinking this, Scáthach lightly swung her magic spear, preparing to calm Lancelot down, but then...

The next moment, the black knight, who had been full of madness and aggression, suddenly stopped, staggered back a few steps, and then let out an angry roar while clutching his head.

"——Arrrrrrrrrrr!!!"

His frenzied movements were forcibly halted at this moment.

"It's a Command Seal."

Seeing this, Scáthach understood what had happened and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she saw Berserker, who had abandoned attacking Artoria, suddenly turn and fix his gaze on the golden hero above the streetlight.

Huh?

The assembled heroes had various expressions.

Scáthach already understood that someone had used a Command Seal to control Berserker to test that golden hero.

What a reliable ally...

She praised inwardly.

The black knight's hair-raising gaze locked onto Archer on the streetlight.

And the self-proclaimed proud king naturally noticed the black knight's gaze immediately.

To him, who was noble, being stared at with such undisguised, malicious intent was an unparalleled offense, and thus, he had to deliver severe punishment!!

"Mad dog, where are you looking?!"

In a fit of rage that lasted almost an instant, the golden hero standing on high ground narrowed his eyes sharply.

Immediately, more golden gates appeared simultaneously on his left and right, and hundreds of treasure swords and lances of various colors and styles poked their heads out, directly aiming at the black knight below.

"Since you dare to look at this King with such despicable eyes, you shall pay with your life! I'll tear you to shreds, mongrel!!"

Accompanied by a stern declaration, from the opened golden gates, spears and swords, blades and axes, and all sorts of offensive Noble Phantasms poured down like a torrential storm, initiating a barrage of bombardment.

The hair-raising hail of Noble Phantasms fell onto the ground without mercy, causing a group of heroes to frown.

"As expected, they are all Noble Phantasms... and all genuine. If that's the case... could that Archer's identity be..."

Not only the knowledgeable Fionn and Scáthach, but even Matou Zouken, who was witnessing the golden hero's actions firsthand, now had a clue about the origin of Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

He had thought the combination of Scáthach and Lancelot was already powerful enough, but he hadn't expected the brat from the Tohsaka household to be able to summon such an ancient existence.

Adding Fionn, King Arthur, and Iskandar to the mix, this Holy Grail War had at least five irregular Servants. Compared to them, Lancelot, whom he had placed so much hope in, had no real advantage.

This caused him some distress.

With such a group of monsters gathered here, there would be many more variables in the events to come.

However, compared to Matou Zouken, who was hiding in the shadows and worrying about the situation, the expressions of the heroes on the battlefield were much more interesting.

"Is he really Berserker? Even if his sanity is gone, his swordsmanship is top-tier... It seems this Berserker must have been a hero renowned for his martial prowess in life."

Although the golden hero's attacks were grand and imposing, the black knight remained unharmed within them.

Iskandar watched in surprise as Berserker, who was like a black shadow amidst the bombardment of Noble Phantasms, remained unscathed, and...

Lancelot seized an opportunity with a burst of speed, teleported to the edge of the streetlight beneath Archer's feet, and then extended his palm, tearing it apart with sheer force, forcing Archer to leave and find another perch.

"What just happened?"

Waver Velvet, the only ordinary person present, clearly didn't understand what had just occurred.

"This is truly incredible..."

On the other hand, Iskandar beside him praised the incredibly perilous scene as if he were witnessing a miracle.

Just moments ago, when the black knight faced hundreds of Noble Phantasms firing from all directions without any blind spots, his choice wasn't to simply dodge.

Instead, he crouched like a beast, turning into an afterimage to evade the initial two Noble Phantasms. Then, he casually grabbed two more from mid-air. Holding one in each hand, he used his exceptional dual-wielding skills to easily deflect the incoming assault amidst the barrage of Noble Phantasms. Immediately after, he used a flash step to appear beneath the streetlight where Archer was and easily sliced it in two with his sword.

The situation wasn't just that...

More than this peerless martial skill, what truly shocked the Servants present was the black mana emanating from his hands.

In their sight, the golden weapons that had been shot out from the golden gate of light were merely touched and then grasped by this black knight. They instantly seemed to be coated in black paint, tainted with Berserker's own color, and then used against the true owners of those Noble Phantasms.

"One can possess multiple Noble Phantasms, and the other can steal Noble Phantasms... These two are just too much..."

Witnessing the strength of these two newly appeared Servants, Artoria's already grim expression grew even more serious.

She looked at the black knight, whose aura felt somewhat familiar, and her mind raced as she tried to deduce his true identity.

Black knight... black knight... where have I seen him before?

"Arrrrr—!!"

On the other side, even though Berserker was being driven by his Command Seals, he didn't forget to pay attention to Artoria beside him during the battle.

Especially when he sensed the King's familiar gaze, he let out an excited roar, being the biggest fanboy, and his fighting became even more vigorous.

Because there was no double madness enhancement this time, although he would occasionally make irrational judgments due to the Berserker class and the loss of sanity, after venting his rage, he could still regain some of his sanity through his supreme willpower. Therefore, upon feeling King Arthur's gaze, he became even more excited.

Roar roar roar!

It's the King's gaze!

The King is watching me!!

In that case, I absolutely cannot disappoint the King!!!

Like he had been injected with adrenaline, Lancelot fought more and more fiercely. Even when facing a sweeping barrage, he didn't show any signs of retreating. With his endless martial training, he couldn't be easily defeated by such a reckless throwing style.

So, when he saw Archer land, he excitedly pounced.

"..."

On the battlefield, Scáthach, after witnessing this battle, gave Lancelot's martial prowess high praise in her heart.

The pinnacle of humanity...

Meanwhile, Artoria beside her was still marveling at Berserker's agility and racking her brain to guess his identity.

"Are... are you serious?"

Isn't that your Knight of the Round Table? Even if he has the ability to conceal his face, you should recognize him just by his swordsmanship!

Scáthach gave Artoria a strange look, her assessment of her slowness reaching a new level.

Lancelot's brilliant performance seemed to have failed to impress someone...

"Damn it! You mad dog, how dare you make this King fall to the ground! To stand at the same height as you, you deserve to die!!"

The streetlight was cut in half, and Archer, forced to stand on the ground, had his face contorted with rage. Especially when he saw that the other party was using his own Noble Phantasm, he felt that his dignity as a king had been greatly offended.

Pulling down the King's height and stealing the King's treasure... these crimes could no longer be described as mere offense, they were outright disrespect! He must be executed to display the King's might!!

Anger, extreme anger...

Archer, who was already filled with rage due to three kings appearing in one night, felt his inner fury become unbearable.

Under his overwhelming rage, more and more golden gates opened in the night sky. Countless golden ripples, like golden waves rising in the night sky, replaced the original darkness and dyed the sky gold.

Under his control, thousands of golden gates opened simultaneously, astonishing all the Servants present.

From the moment he appeared, no one thought Archer was weak, but seeing him control thousands of Noble Phantasms for a synchronized volley still caused them to feel shocked.

Such a volley was far beyond what had just happened. Even top-tier Servants would find it difficult to fully withstand this number.

As expected, this golden Archer is terrifyingly strong!

At this very moment, a major problem that had been troubling several people now had a clear answer.

Who among the Heroic Spirits present was the strongest?

If you only considered Noble Phantasms, perhaps King Arthur, wielding the strongest holy sword?

Considering the battlefield, Fionn, who commanded the ocean's waves, should be stronger.

I feel like it should be Scáthach, after all, the Queen of the Land of the Dead surely isn't famous for nothing.

If you only talked about reputation, then the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, wouldn't be a bad choice either.

But now...

Who is Archer?!

These overwhelming Noble Phantasms have completely cemented his position as the strongest Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War.

'Berserker is going to have bad luck this time.'

Just as everyone was silently mourning for Berserker, who was targeted by thousands of Noble Phantasms, suddenly...

Archer's body, which had been so imposing, suddenly stiffened...

With an expression of disbelief, he looked up at the sky, and a voice reached his ears.

"King, I use my Command Seal to advise you that now is not a good time for a decisive battle, so please quell your thunderous rage and return to your territory."

The familiar voice, carrying an extremely strong constraint, made it impossible for Archer to continue his actions. The source of that constraint was undoubtedly the Command Seal!

At this moment, at the Tohsaka Residence, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had been watching Gilgamesh cause chaos, could no longer hold back.

His original plan was to conserve his strength, cooperate with his disciple, and then secure victory in the Holy Grail War with Gilgamesh's immense power.

However, Gilgamesh's current actions were undoubtedly a violation of his plan.

After all, the Holy Grail War is not some one-on-one arena match; it's a free-for-all.