Uninvited Intrusion and Explosion

It has four outstretched arms, and its bloated body has a shell like a turtle. Its head is almost completely sunken into its neck, while its shoulders protrude with objects resembling the upper and lower jaws of a dinosaur.

His appearance no longer contains any of his original human features.

That ugly appearance can only remind people of the chimera, a synthetic beast in mythology pieced together from parts of a spider, dragon, bird, and lion.

"Is it Noble Phantasm that transforms you into an alien?"

Ruler was speechless.

Forgetting human form and becoming a pure embodiment of power is undoubtedly the most fitting ability for the [Berserker] class. But the scene before us can no longer be explained by the [Berserker] class.

This is undoubtedly a byproduct of the Noble Phantasm; it's the result of the ability to continuously enhance one's physical body going berserk.

This thing is more of a curse than Noble Phantasm.

Just as Ruler was preparing to distance himself from the [Red] Berserker,

Another Servant descended from the sky and landed beside Ruler, keeping a wary eye on Berserker while glancing at Ruler.

"You, are you Servant the [Black] faction?"

The heavily armored Servant, upon recognizing Ruler's face, showed a fleeting hint of suspicion in his eyes, which vanished in an instant before he spoke in a declarative tone:

"No, you are Ruler Jeanne d'Arc this time."

"Uh, that's right, but why...?"

The other party was Saber from the Red Faction. Saber's real name, Ruler, was naturally known, but it was precisely because of this that she couldn't understand why Saber would call her by her real name the moment they met, even though they were from different eras.

"That's not important right now."

Saber asked Ruler, "The question is, why is Ruler, who should remain neutral, in the very center of the battlefield?"

"Intelligence needs to be gathered in order to maintain impartial judgment."

"Is that so? I ask you, can you assert neutrality in his presence?"

"Ha?"

The moment Ruler instinctively turned his gaze to Berserker, Berserker's eyes also caught Ruler's attention.

"Where are you?!?!"

Laughing wildly, Berserker swung his whip-like arm.

Do you really expect this madman to see you as an ally?

Saber's sword sliced through Berserke's outstretched arm, the gushing blood instantly stopped by the swelling wound, while simultaneously accelerating his alien transformation.

"Well..."

It's impossible to determine whether Berserker can still distinguish friend from foe. Moreover, he is Servant whose primary principle is to resist tyranny. If the undisputed ruler, known as the judge of the Great Holy Grail War, were to appear before him, Berserker would have no reason not to attack her.

"Ruler, yo--!!"

The Berserker, roaring like a wild beast, charged toward Ruler with a joyful expression.

Saber, who has already jumped behind Berserker, has no reason to let this opportunity slip by:

"You beast, fall down!"

Berserker, whose Achilles tendon was severed by the greatsword, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

However, Saber no longer posed a threat to Ruler. Looking at Saber jumping onto Berserker's back, Ruler wore a conflicted expression.

"Saber, about my real name..."

"Oh, I heard about that from Caster. She said she saw a Ruler who looks a lot like me."

Saber, standing on Berserker's back, plunged her sword deep into his spine, but due to Berserker's excessive regenerative abilities, the wound healed completely in no time.

"Tsk, it really has recovered."

After her unsuccessful attempt, Saber pulled the sword out again with all her might, leaving a spray of blood as she left Berserker's back.

Unfazed by this, the Berserker began to roar again:

"Oppressors, collapse in my arms..."

This is Berserker--

Without hesitation or any reservations, their fixed mindset views resistance as the ultimate form of justice.

Ruler knew this type of person—a fanatic—who sacrificed themselves for what they believed in, even justifying the persecution of others, and who had no self-awareness whatsoever.

Spartacus was a fanatical believer who willingly chose rebellion and martyrdom.

"Ruler, what are you planning to do? This guy seems to be targeting you too."

Seeing that Berserker still had no intention of stopping and continued crawling towards Ruler, Saber adopted a showy posture.

"No way..."

Ruler sighed, and the Holy Banner reappeared in his hand.

Rulers are required to remain neutral due to their class, but when faced with enemies who come knocking... while they cannot eliminate Berserkers due to their stance, appropriate defense is still within acceptable limits.

"But you must understand, this is absolutely not helping you."

Ruler's expression as he looked at Saber revealed a hint of seriousness.

"Ah, I see. Are all so-called saintesses this troublesome?"

Saber impatiently picked at her ear, picked up her greatsword again, and faced the charging monster head-on, while Ruler circled around to Berserker's side.

Although Berserker isn't exactly a powerful Servant, given his troublesome abilities, Saber and Ruler will likely face a tough battle.

At the same time--

On another battlefield, where Wang Xiaoming was fighting Rider, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

Chapter 236. Intrusion and Explosion

"Rider, can you hold on?"

Concerned words came from across from Astolfo. If one could ignore the spear tip aimed at him with real killing intent, Rider might have been even more moved.

"Whoa!"

Rider, who had narrowly escaped the attack, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then revealed a rather fortunate smile:

"It's still early, Caster's Master. You'll have to show some real skill if you want to defeat me~"

"Oh, you've really put me in a difficult position. I've been fighting you very seriously the whole time."

Although the man in front of him didn't seem "serious" at all.

Rider may not yet realize that although his opponent has the upper hand in their fight, it seems that's all they can do... In other words, the situation has reached a stalemate.

Astolfo's real name is Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's twelve knights, a hero who left behind many anecdotes in France epics.

Although Wang Xiaoming was somewhat impressed by Astolfo's astonishing beauty upon first meeting her, it wasn't a big deal for him, given that he could even accept the premise that [King Arthur was a woman].

If we're talking about truly troublesome things for Wang Xiaoming, it should be the long spear in Rider's hand.

If his memory serves him correctly, that spear should be the golden spear that Rider "borrowed" from the knight Argalia of the Cathay— [Trap of Argalia of Argalia]—during his lifetime.

A True Magic gun that can defeat anyone it encounters. Although the effects of this Noble Phantasm are still unclear, now that its true name is known, Wang Xiaoming would never be foolish enough to try and withstand Rider's attack head-on.

Therefore, Wang Xiaoming relied more on the length of his weapon and the skills ingrained in his soul to deal with Rider.

"Well, if that's really the case, then I'll have to trouble you to stay with me a little longer~"

Rider, whose Rationality Evaporation, was oblivious to the situation on the battlefield. He only knew that this was a good thing for him—as long as he persisted in defending, his comrades on the Black side would come to help him repel him.

However, this is just wishful thinking. The worst-case scenario is if other Servant from the Red Faction arrive later...

"--!?"

Just as Rider was about to launch another attack after Wang Xiaoming's gunshot repelled his assault, an unexpected event slowed his momentum, leaving him with a look of astonishment:

--A small figure appeared in the corner of Wang Xiaoming's field of vision. Holding a slender sword, it charged forward just like Rider.

Is it Servant?

No, he's just an ordinary android, merely cannon fodder used by the [Black] side to fill troop positions. However, compared to other cannon fodder, he runs much faster.

This is what Wang Xiaoming saw, but it wasn't the case for Rider.

He recognized the figure; it was the android he had saved earlier.

But why is he on the battlefield...? Damn it, now's not the time to think about that!

Rider shook off his astonishment and, as if driven by some kind of anxiety, attacked Wang Xiaoming at an even faster speed.

However, the androids were much faster than Rider had imagined.

"Hmm!"

A muffled groan of pain suddenly came from between the two.

However, it wasn't Wang Xiaoming who made the sound. Wang Xiaoming had no intention of taking the attack head-on, so the moment the android got close, he slammed a gun into its abdomen, sending it flying several meters away.

He then lost all interest in even glancing at it, and turned his attention back to the Rider in front of him.

However, to Wang Xiaoming's surprise, Rider, who was supposed to charge at him, suddenly turned around and ran in the direction the android had flown out.

Are you alright?

Rider approached the android, helped him up, and asked him with concern.

"Cough... It's alright, Rider, run!"

The first thing the android said when it opened its eyes was to show concern for him. Then, seeing the blood seeping from the corner of its mouth, an enraged Rider turned around and protested to Wang Xiaoming:

"That's outrageous!"

"EX M???"

Wang Xiaoming was already prepared for the battle, said he didn't understand the plot development at all.

"You actually attacked a weak person."

Rider's illogical answer left Wang Xiaoming speechless. After thinking for a moment, he decided to patiently reply, "Putting aside the fact that this is a battlefield, what's wrong with me killing someone who's my enemy? Besides, he seemed like he wanted to kill me before, didn't he?"

"..."

Wang Xiaoming's reply left Rider speechless.

I'm sorry... I made you worry.

"Don't say anything, I'll take you away in a bit."

Lying in Rider's arms, the pale-faced android wore a bitter expression. The moment he witnessed Rider's disadvantage, his mind went completely blank—

The Astolfo's raid will fail. The androids Human Order this. The hero who saved them will be killed in this battle.

In any case, this was the only thing he couldn't accept.

Therefore, a sudden impulse arose from the bottom of his heart, which supported his frail body. He picked up a weapon left behind on the battlefield by his dead comrades and rushed towards the man who was fighting against Rider.

He understood that his attack was absolutely pointless.

But even so--

At the very least, we must give Rider a chance to escape.

"..."

Looking at the seemingly affectionate couple in front of him, Wang Xiaoming helplessly scratched his hair. He couldn't understand why his character had suddenly turned into a villain.

Wang Xiaoming turned his inquiring gaze to Lily, who was watching from the sidelines, only to receive a cheering gesture from Lily. Lily then turned his attention back to the "cheating couple" on the other side, seemingly quite enjoying this melodramatic spectacle.

Come on, this is a battlefield! Can you please be a little more serious?!

"Um?"

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming suddenly heard a voice from the aerial fortress—

"Retreat?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced again at the "lovesick couple" to the side, sighed, and said to the person on the other end of the line: