The materialized flames hit the berserker directly in the chest. Although he had subconsciously resisted, the berserker was still blown away by the huge impact, leaving only some hot air with a burnt smell.
Berserker crashed through the wall and fell into a house with its remaining momentum, being covered by the collapsed building and the rising smoke and dust.
"Master, it's done."
At some point, the magic chain summoned from the void had locked up Matou Kariya, and Medea had stabbed him with the Talisman that could break all laws, interrupting the contract between the two. If she had stabbed the Heroic Spirit, she could even use her own power to forcibly take away the dominance of the contract, but the risk would be much greater.
After all, the difficulty of dealing with a Servant and that of dealing with a Master are completely different.
She used the chain condensed by magic power to lift up Matou Kariya's hand and easily transferred the Command Seals on the other's hand.
This time, Matou Kariya was completely out of the game.
But things will not end there. When the contract is terminated, any rational servant should stop consuming magic power. Otherwise, even if the magic power in the body is replenished, if the supply is lost and they do not have the skills to act alone, they will disappear after fighting for a while.
But Berserkers are an exception. After going berserk, they lose all rationality and are unaware of the current situation.
"Roar--!!!"
A crazy figure rushed out of the smoke again. When there was a contract, he would go berserk because of his obsession, not to mention without the contract. When he lost the chains, he would only follow his destructive instinct and destroy the enemies in front of him.
"Do you want to kill him? The berserker's magic power won't last long and will dissipate on its own."
Medea raised her wand and made a more prudent suggestion.
"This is such a waste," Roland laughed. "Although he can't fight against those extraordinary ones, this guy has other uses. Saber now seems to still be in the initial stage of dreaming of restoring his country. In order to utilize the power of the holy sword, he must be awakened from his dream. However, I have no intention of having a heart-to-heart talk with a man. Let this mad dog do this troublesome thing."
Roland shook his hands, and a red glow like lava flowed in his pupils.
"Stay away, Caster. Next, I want to teach this mad dog to obey."
He raised his hand again, and the violent scorching flames condensed into bright red, rushing towards the Berserker again. The red flames that seemed to burn everything in the universe exploded the moment they touched the Berserker, devouring his body in the blink of an eye, burning it, and the armor made of magic power on his body disintegrated again.
Although these damages can be restored by consuming magic power, considering the berserker's current condition, the consumption of this magic power is definitely not good news.
Amid the tidal wave of flames, the berserker's frantic thoughts did not affect his instincts. His unparalleled martial arts skills enabled him to make the most accurate judgment no matter what the situation.
In an instant, he reassembled his armor and grabbed a broken iron rod, allowing the dark red lines to transform it into a conceptual treasure. His body, as strong as steel, was crushed like a chariot, causing the earth to let out a miserable wail.
In an instant, the berserker had transformed into a blurry phantom, speeding along the ground, even faster than before. Knowing full well that there was no magic power supply, it actually chose a desperate tactic!
Even from the perspective of Caster, who is also a Servant, Beserker at full strength could only make out a black line full of fighting spirit and madness. Under the trampling of the steel boots, the ravaged ground shattered and collapsed behind the Berserker, like a huge tide rising from the flat ground.
But Roland just stood there, exerted a little force with his feet, and easily resolved the berserker's attack. Dense spider-web-like cracks began to radiate from him as the center, followed by scorching flames.
With just a thought, the ground beneath Roland's feet was enveloped in flames, melting into a mixture of amber and glass. Under the scorching waves, even a berserker had to step into the molten ground, shattering this most direct terrain defense, then leaping high and slashing madly with the crude weapon in his hand!
"Are you crazy? Go help your Master!"
This was the scene that Matou Kariya saw when he had just regained some consciousness and came to his senses from his trance.
It is impossible for a Master to fight against a Servant. This is common sense in the Holy Grail War. Even a proud magus has to admit this.
As a hero from ancient times, even if he is an assassin, he is not someone a normal magician can fight against.
This is even more true for the berserker. He is Lancelot. Even among the world-famous Knights of the Round Table, he is the best and directly ignited the fuse of the collapse of King Arthur's Kingdom.
Facing many monster servants in this war, even when he has lost his mind, he is still a first-class servant. Although he may have some defects in his Noble Phantasm due to his frenzy, in a one-on-one battle, Lancelot's strength will only be stronger.
You know, even the legendary Sun Knight Gawain was killed by Lancelot.
"Don't worry. As a magician, don't you even know how to strengthen magic? As a caster, I can cast it. Even an ordinary person will have a body comparable to that of a Servant."
Caster glanced at Matou Kariya and spoke slowly.
"Then use it! If your Master dies, you will be nothing more than a useless ghost under the control of a rampaging berserker without any mana supply."
"That's the problem. I've already used it, but the strengthening effect it brings is not as obvious as the master himself."
Looking at the scene on the battlefield, Medea said with some resentment.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
Matou Kirei turned his head blankly and looked at the scene on the battlefield. Under the attack of the black knight who fell from the sky, Roland just took a deep breath. The red flame flowed in the air, turning into burning magic power flowing in his body, turning the flowing blood into a blazing fire.
Medea's strengthening magic was indeed effective, but it was nothing compared to the magic power provided by Roland's soul. Even when unconscious, this body had the physical fitness to easily leap onto the roof of a four-story building.
It was also the first time that Roland experienced what the consequences would be if he burst out with all his strength.
He slowly exhaled a breath that was enough to extinguish the fire. Roland had always known that the Servants were monsters from the Wheel of Restraint.
They could destroy the surrounding environment with a single strike, and the aftermath of the battle was enough to cause countless casualties among ordinary people. This was what Roland believed in the past.
But after witnessing the battles between servants with his own eyes, this concept changed. The power flowing in his body can keep up with this level of battle even without using his full strength. So, what can he do if he bursts out with his full strength?
The answer is right in front of you.
"visible--"
The shadow that amazed even the servants was caught closely by Roland's eyes.
In his eyes, the world seemed to be stretched out, and Lancelot's movements seemed so dull, as if they were clearly visible in a frozen picture played frame by frame.
This attack, this speed, the inflated desire and arrogance made Roland's mouth curl up unconsciously. As if he was infected by the berserker in front of him, he also laughed wildly.
"Poor! Poor!"
He did not intend to wait, and also jumped into the air, one step ahead of Lancelot, and easily grabbed the iron rod that was cut with a thousand pounds of force, then took the initiative, held the end of the iron rod, and smashed the berserker to the ground!
As a master, he is actually stronger than a servant?
After witnessing this scene that shattered his worldview again, Matou Kariya could only stare wide-eyed and sigh from the bottom of his heart.
"—He is simply superhuman."