Lancelot said nothing, merely answering Mash's question with a low growl.
"He is Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake among King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table in Britain. Because of the Berserker Class, he has lost his sanity and cannot speak."
Su Mo explained it to Mash. Hearing that Lancelot had gone mad and lost his reason, Kiyohime recalled the beastlike roar he had made when summoned. Her face went pale, and she hurriedly stepped in front of Su Mo.
"Master, please be careful. This Berserker is different from me. He has already lost his sanity and could attack you at any moment. Please allow me to kill him here!"
"All right, Kiyohime, don't be so nervous. He won't attack me. And Lancelot, how much longer are you planning to stand up there? Get down already!"
The blood-red eyes hidden beneath Lancelot's helmet glared fiercely at Su Mo, but he made no unusual move. He obediently left Mash's dining table and came to stand behind him.
"Then let us begin the Spiritron Transfer."
After summoning the Servants, Roman began making adjustments for the transfer.
"Of the seven observed Singularities, we have chosen the era with the smallest fluctuations. The coordinates on the timeline have been confirmed. Unless something goes wrong, the destination will be France in 1431. Now, commencing Spiritron Transfer!"
All systems normal. Master candidate Su Mo's readings are normal. Spiritrons stable!
As the Spiritron Transfer began, Su Mo and the others' bodies gradually turned into Spiritrons, making Su Mo feel a little nervous.
Having his body turn into Spiritrons felt like disappearing—he could only feel it, unable to control it. It was truly frightening. But he soon stopped worrying. His entire body, along with Mash and the others, transformed into Spiritrons and was sucked into the massive black opening that had appeared above the control room, vanishing from Chaldea!
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② Evil Dragon Hundred Years' War—Orléans
Chapter 27: Dragon Witch
"You have finally arrived, my lowly hounds. From this moment on, I am your Master!"
Within the magnificent palace, the girl raised the Golden Cup high in her hand. A delighted smile bloomed across her breathtakingly beautiful face.
"As your Master, I have only one command for you! Purge this nation—the error known as France. Trample their bodies, devour their souls, and suck their blood as though sipping broth, for we are the incarnation of demons!"
At those words, the Holy Grail emitted a dazzling light. Then, everyone present felt as though something had been released from within their bodies.
It was the bloodlust and madness buried deep in their hearts!
"Hereby, I grant all of you the Berserker attribute. Begin with the nostalgic Orléans. Cut down everyone you see, regardless of age or gender, heretic or believer. As long as they are human, grant them despair and death without distinction!"
As those mad words fell, the gathered people withdrew one by one, disappearing from before the girl.
"Oooh... what incredible power." A tall man dressed in strange clothing sighed from the bottom of his heart.
The girl glanced at the man kneeling before her in emotion. He wore an old-fashioned, luxurious long robe, black fabric decorated with blood-red patterns. His abnormally large eyes easily brought nocturnal animals to mind.
"This is the Saint who saves the nation. This is the Saint who follows God and forgives the world... Jeanne d'Arc, my comrade, you have finally returned!"
His hunched body suddenly straightened. Seeing the figure he had longed for in his dreams, Gilles shed tears of emotion. His face wore the expression of an old friend reunited at last, shining with a flawless smile full of joy.
"Gilles, come to think of it, you haven't laid a hand on him, have you?" Seeing that goldfish-eyed face looking no different from someone groveling at her feet, a trace of disgust flashed through Jeanne d'Arc's eyes. She impatiently waved her hand.
After I died, Gilles entered the path of magecraft and turned himself into neither human nor ghost. He was clearly a gloomy but handsome guy before I was executed, so how did he suddenly become this hideous? Those bulging eyes are about to fall out of their sockets!
Lowering his head respectfully, Gilles said nervously, "Of course not. Without your command, how would I dare lay a hand on him? But Jeanne d'Arc, have you decided how to deal with him?"
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