"It's this guy again! Master, step back!"
Seeing Berserker's determined look and that inexplicable feeling, Saber couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
He mercilessly raised the invisible holy sword and slashed at the berserker fiercely, and began to judge the opponent's next step. Should he move sideways to avoid the counterattack, or retreat first and use that strange treasure to seize a handy weapon, and then compete in sword skills?
Then--
The violent and crazy Berserker stretched out his hands as if he had repeated it a thousand times, and caught the invisible sword with his palms together in a smooth and flowing manner.
"He caught it. Can he see it?"
As Saber's most commonly used tactic, although it seems to be only an inconspicuous C-level, under the concealment of the Wind King's barrier, every time he fights for the first time, no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can take advantage of the opponent's lack of understanding of the length of his weapon and gain the upper hand.
But it doesn't work for berserker.
Putting aside those ridiculous speculations, the facts that Saber had been subconsciously ignoring were finally exposed before his eyes.
Berserker knows the length of his holy sword, he is familiar with his own fighting style, and he has a deep obsession with himself.
"Who are you? If you still value the honor of being a knight, then tell me your origins and face me!"
Seeing this scene, Roland pursed his lips, but even so, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Caster, who had received the order long ago, couldn't help but sigh. Having already been briefed on the origin of Berserker and the grievances between him and Saber, she understood how things would develop next.
What a master with a bad taste! Although she was complaining, Medea still raised the staff in her hand obediently, letting the mist emerge from it, turning into a tangible stream of light, and hitting the bersekrer.
The Berserker class has no taboos, and theoretically, any Servant can be qualified for this class, but Servants with legends of going mad or losing their rationality are more likely to increase their berserk level and gain power.
After seizing Lancelot's contract, Roland realized that although he looked so crazy that he had lost his ability to speak, Lancelot's frenzy level was only C, and he could still maintain his obsession before he died. His manic appearance was just a coat on the outside of his noble soul.
So, he came up with a bold idea.
In essence, the berserk state is only added to the spell artificially in order to make up for the attribute gap caused by the quality of the Master and to control the Servant as a familiar.
After the class container is built and the Heroic Spirit descends as a Servant with the Berserker class, this condition is no longer necessary. In this case, can the acquired frenzy be artificially removed?
After asking Medea, she gave a positive answer, but unlike the simple operation of finding loopholes in the Holy Grail system, to complete this change, a specific power is required.
Fortunately, she did.
That was the Noble Phantasm she possessed as a simple lily before she became a traitorous witch. It was a healing Noble Phantasm that was the opposite of the Talisman that could break all laws used by Medea as a Caster.
It can reset all the damage caused by curses and magic to zero.
——All flaws must be repaired.
The moment the berserker was touched by the light stream, the dark mist on his body seemed to be wrapped up, began to boil, and gradually disappeared, revealing the gorgeous armor.
Just as Roland thought, although the frenzy correction had dissipated, the berserker finally revealed his true form.
The shadow-like, turbid and ominous appearance was completely shattered, and the gorgeous yet majestic armor revealed its true appearance.
Even under the not-so-bright moonlight, the sheen on the armor still shone, making it look extremely majestic. The berserker's body, which had been hunched over like a wild beast before, finally straightened up, and the twisted and hideous face under the helmet turned into a beauty that would make countless women's hearts beat.
Although he was given the derogatory name of a mad dog, in the past, he had been praised and trusted by the king as the chief of the Knights of the Round Table.
No matter what era it is, no one will look down on Lancelot if they mention his name.
Reason triumphed over madness and gradually returned. For any heroic spirit with chivalry, this was a moment to be celebrated.
But definitely not now.
Even in the black fog that had not yet dissipated, he would never forget that gorgeous and holy posture.
Even though his gender was completely different, he still couldn't take off the responsibilities he had witnessed and carried under the holy sword.
There was no mistake, even though the posture was completely different, perhaps from another world, but there was no doubt that this was the king he swore to be loyal to.
But why men?
Lancelot felt like he was about to split apart. If there was a hole in the ground right now, he would crawl into it immediately.
If it was the king he knew, he would have no complaints even if he apologized to her, fought with her, and was finally executed.
But to do such a thing in front of King Arthur, a man, was a bit too glaring for Lancelot, who had a high self-esteem.
Me in another world, what on earth have you done?
Although he had regained his sanity, Lancelot did not want to step out of the mist that served as his last fig leaf. However, his malicious Master urged him in a mocking tone.
"Hurry up, berserker, I have given you permission, just tell me your name. Your opponent is the world-famous King Arthur, and fighting him will never damage your honor.
In this kind of public execution, my honor would be lost if I gave my name! Facing his new master who was a little out of touch, Lancelot's face was filled with distress and melancholy.
But Saber added fuel to the fire without realizing it.
"That's right, if you still dare to challenge me! Just admit it. No matter which opponent I have faced in the past, we are all just knights fighting for our Master and our goals!"
Seeing Caster suddenly attack his own people, Proto Saber was a little surprised. His intuition was twitching as if he was electrocuted, which made him even more curious about the identity of the enemy.
Hearing this stern yet familiar tone, Lancelot also sighed. A knight fighting for his goal?
Indeed, he has died in the past history. Now, as a servant, he should abandon his past position and face him as Lancelot instead of being a Knight of the Round Table.
It was like facing the real Knight King, not with the previous arrogant attitude, but facing him uprightly.
"Although I don't want to admit it, this is all due to my youthful impetuosity."
In the gradually dispersing mist, the berserker's clear and awe-inspiring, yet complex voice echoed in the forest.
"As you wish... Lancelot, the First Knight of the Knights of the Round Table of Britain, is here to accept the challenge!"