I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

That man is just a bunch of muscles.

No matter how you think about it, it can only be compared like this. Although he is a burly man with a height of over two meters, anyone who sees him will immediately be dazzled by his extraordinary muscles. Then if you look up to estimate his height, you will be even more desperate.

The countless scars engraved on the blue and white muscles make it easy for people to imagine that he is a person who has accumulated astonishing training and achievements. However, it was clear that none of those wounds had reached his insides.

If you use a knife to scratch a huge iron ball, the wound will certainly not be fatal. Yes, his muscles were like those blocks of steel. You might be able to cut his skin with a sharp blade, and it might bleed a little. However, that's all.

The arms are like the carcass of a crocodile. Even though the big breasts are naked, the whole body is still as strong as armor, which is obvious. The softly moving feet are as strong and powerful as the hind limbs of a mammoth.

Although the leather belt tightly restrained his entire body, including his face, the man showed no pain at all. In other words, he even had a happy smile on his face. That's all he was dressed for. The leather covering around the waist and between the crotch clearly has nothing to do with protecting the body.

But this is enough. His muscles couldn't be accommodated by the armor, or rather, they weren't needed at all. It was such an overwhelming amount of super-muscle.

At dusk, this man walked unkemptly in the ideal forest that spreads east of Tulifas.

In comparison, a giant octopus walking on the road is more realistic. He is so out of tune with this forest full of natural atmosphere.

The man is the red servant—berserker.

"Stop now, berserker!"

Someone is chasing him like a liberated beast. While leaping between the branches, the girl repeatedly called Berserker.

The eyes of the girl dressed in emerald green contain an inorganic and sharp look that is reminiscent of a wild beast. The hair is spread out randomly, and although it is not as smooth as a noble person, it matches the wild face very well. Yes, she is a beautiful humanoid beast.

Berserker smiled, determined not to stop, and answered her:

"Hahahaha, archer. Forgive me for not obeying that order. I must go to that city and rush to the dictator's side."

The Red Archer shouted anxiously:

"You idiot! I told you to wait until the time is right, but you just don't understand!"

But berserker didn't stop. He still moved forward powerfully, step by step. He has been walking for two days and two nights in a row. It's not just once or twice that Berserker is witnessed by pedestrians on the road. Archer can only pray that the suspicious priest can handle it properly.

"Waiting is not in my dictionary."

Is that the end of it? The Red Archer has given up on him. To be more precise, in accordance with the order conveyed by the pigeon, she chose to focus on rescue if persuasion failed.

"After all, we are Berserkers, so communication of ideas is impossible."

To her sighing soliloquy, a voice responded:

"Oh, I thought it would be like this. He, the rank of berserker is not just for show."

Hearing the sound falling from the sky, Archer looked up at the branches above. A young man with a leisurely smile was standing there. That's quite a handsome man. But that beauty was not the elegant knightly beauty that would make a noble person's mind flutter. The man's eyes were as sharp as a raptor, and his muscular body was not vulgar even though he was strong. That is the heroic demeanor that men, women, the elderly, children, everyone admires and yearns for.

The red rider is considered by the entire red side to be a man who can rival the immortal hero Karna.

"Rider, are you saying that we can only abandon him?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Rider replied:

"Oh, there's no way. That thing is a monster that can only think about fighting. You who want to convince him are so weird?"

"I'm very good at controlling violent beasts. I even thought about shooting him through the knee with an arrow, but..."

If he did that, that Berserker would undoubtedly change the target and pounce on Archer.

"It will be a big help if you can take care of yourself, sister."

"By the way, why did you come after me?"

The young man's face welcomed the question, and he answered with a knowing smile:

"Of course it's because I'm worried about you. Isn't it obvious?"

"Huh, really."

She wasn't blushing, wasn't surprised, wasn't even angry, she was completely unresponsive. If it were an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous a wife she was, these words would undoubtedly be enough to make her face filled with embarrassment.

However, for this archer who has lived with wild beasts, sweet words mean nothing. His sweet words fell flat, and Rider scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, he coughed and returned to his original task.

"In short, the mission we have been given is rear support, which is to do our best to support Berserker and at the same time collect as much intelligence as possible."

"We're going to meet the enemy soon. If everything goes well, I'm afraid that guy will arrive at the fortress late tonight. However, there should be an attack before then."

"Huh, anyway, I really want to meet Black's guys first."

Archer and Rider are both top-notch hunters and warriors. The seven Servants were waiting for the fortress. They didn't think that they could win by just breaking into the city with only half the number of people.

"To stop that berserker, you need at least two servants, or all of them attack, otherwise it's impossible."

Yes, even then, stopping a berserker would require an extraordinary amount of effort.

"That said, this is completely different from the berserker we know as knowledge."

"Indeed. Because he is a berserker who can talk, I thought his madness level was very low."

The madness level of the red berserker is beyond the evaluation standards. Due to the ability to hold conversations, at first glance, one might think that the level of madness is low, but berserkers can only speak but cannot exchange thoughts. It's not so much disobedience as it is failure to understand the order. Even if the command to use the Command Seal is not superimposed, it will only be a heavy pressure on his body and cannot prevent him from taking action.

"The Thracian sword fighter and the symbol of rebellion——Spartacus. What a man with a peculiar personality."

Red berserker, Spartacus. He was a Roman gladiator slave, but one day he escaped with seventy-eight companions. He was a hero who defeated a pursuing force of about 3,000 men and caused slave armed forces from all over the country to swarm into action. Although he was eventually betrayed by the pirates he had trusted for a long time and was cut into pieces by the Roman army, he had won consecutive battles before that. He was indeed always the hope for the weak slave.

Hate all autocrats and ignite fighting spirit against all strong men. To protect the weak, care for the weak, and heal the weak. And most importantly, the berserker who fights for rebellion. That's berserker.

"Speaking of which, Rider, what happened to your horse?"

"I'm here to obtain information. I can't give my information to the other party instead. I won't use it this time."

"Huh. Hey, it doesn't matter if it's you. Should I use a sword or a gun?"

"Of course it's a gun."

Rider and Archer are still chasing Berserker relentlessly. He was walking straight and slowly, so there was no way he could be lost.

"Speaking of which, Archer, let me ask you something."

"What's up?"

"Have you ever seen the master's face?"

"No, no. All I saw was the master's intermediary, the priest."

After being summoned, Archer immediately discovered that the man in front of him was not the Master. Because he was followed by someone who clearly looked like a Servant, and the most important thing was that he didn't feel connected to the line. ??

"Me too. Forget it, it's just what the magicians say it is."

"No matter how you think about it, it's very unusual. However, imagine what will be waiting for us in the end. In the final analysis, I'm afraid it's just death."

What became the primary issue in this Holy Grail War was not the defeat in the war, but the victory. No matter which side survives, the probability that all seven people are safe is very low. However, it is impossible for only one person to survive.

Moreover, the Holy Grail is an existence that can only grant one set of wishes. Therefore, internal divisions will begin the moment the war is won. As long as they are magicians, everyone aims at the "source vortex" located outside the world that records all past and all future. If a holy relic containing that possibility is right in front of you, even your companions will naturally kill each other.

Of course, followers are no exception. In order to realize one's wish, one must kill the companions fighting side by side.

Therefore, even if they fight together, that relationship may only last until the final moment when victory is decided.

"That's why you don't want to show your face?"

"No, no, I should show my face anyway. I always feel suspicious, that priest and servant."

"Assassin, you claim your real name is Semiramis?"

During the meeting, even Archer and Rider were dumbfounded by the red Assassin's real name.

nothing. Because I am an assassin, existence itself is unstable. At least make your real name public, as a proof of our common struggle.

Despite what she said, neither Rider nor Archer believed her words. The strong atmosphere of decadence surrounding her made the two pure warriors feel anxious and distrustful.

"Yes, Semiramis. Her Majesty the Empress of Assyria. Ah, why do the guys called kings look so arrogant regardless of their gender? I'm unhappy, so unhappy."

"You will have that kind of attitude when you are being served by others. We are equal in our stances, so don't worry about it."

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At the same time, six pairs of masters and slaves gathered together again in Milenia Castle.

In accordance with Darnic's code, Black Caster operated the seven-light candlestick to reflect the scene outside the city. This kind of magic uses the golem flying in the sky as a relay point, far beyond the furthest distance that ordinary magicians can see using vision magic.

What was reflected through the golem was a rough and slovenly man marching into the forest. It was an indescribable scene.

Danik spoke first.

"Everyone, according to Caster's report, this servant is breaking through the forest day and night and rushing towards the city of Myrenia."

After hearing this, everyone present was speechless. Since this is a war, it is natural that the servants will attack. But whether it is a surprise attack or an aboveboard attack, it is normal for multiple servants to attack together. Of course, people like Red Lancer who have other tasks are another matter.

There was not even a shadow of his subordinates around. In other words, this servant planned to kill him single-handedly. It was truly a stupid act, but there was only one person among the seven ranks who could do such a stupid act as if nothing had happened.

"I judge that this person is the Red Berserker. I'm afraid it's because his level of madness is too high, and he is in a state of rage, thirsting for enemies."

As a servant summoned by berserker, according to anecdotes during his lifetime, the level of madness varies from person to person. If the level of madness is low, the benefits of status improvement will be less, but as compensation, a certain degree of ideological communication can be achieved. With a high level of madness, although the status is expected to be greatly improved, at the cost, not only ideological communication, but even making them obey orders is equivalent to impossible.

Of course, there are not exceptions. For example, Vlad III, who is sitting on the throne and is calmer than most of the followers, wonders if things must be reversed when they are extreme.

Fiore asked: "What should we do, uncle?"

"Of course we can't let this opportunity slip away. It's enough to dispatch three servants. However, this is a unique opportunity in this Holy Grail War. If this berserker goes well, maybe it can become our pawn."

Danik's words aroused everyone's discussion. After calming down, Vlad III asked in a calm tone, which was completely opposite to the man who exuded madness in the image:

"Let Yu hear the specific plan. Gathering the servants here like this, you naturally have this plan."

"Yes, lord."

With that, Darnik began to tell his plan.

It has to be said that Darnic is indeed a veteran who has participated in the Third Holy Grail War. He has extremely rich experience. Just the beginning makes people want to listen to it - with the exception of these two people.

One person was absent-minded, his big eyes darting around, as if he was thinking about something.

The other person lowered his head, his raised eyes moving across Saber, Caster, Rider and Gold calmly.

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Three hours have passed. The sun has set and the forest is gradually enveloped in darkness. Berserker's attack, which had been smooth sailing so far, paused slightly.

"Enemy?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't seem like he's a Servant."

Just as Archer said, what blocked Berserker's path were the vanguard soldiers of Yggdomirenia, the battle cyborgs, and the bronze golem that was so proud of its huge body that even Berserker had to look up. The number exceeds one hundred.

"What should I do? Do you want to help him?"

Rider's proposal was a bit disappointing. Of course. If it were a servant, it would be fine. At this level, there would be no need for help at all. There was no need, so the two chose to watch.

The battle between the red berserker and the black vanguard was simply one-sided.

He was hit in the shoulder by the battle ax of the cyborg, and hit hard in the face by the fist of the golem. Despite receiving a direct blow from a fist so powerful that it could shatter steel, his smile never faded. Rather, I feel like that smile has become even brighter.

From the beginning, berserker had no intention of avoiding any attacks. Rather, he even went out of his way to jump into the attack.

Take the attack, take it, take it in vain. Being hit hard and hurt, even so, that heart-warming smile never disappears. Soon, although they were not exhausted, the androids and golems became confused and stopped attacking. At this time, berserker started to act.

"You miserable puppet of a despot, at least sleep forever under my sword and fist."

Berserker's hand grabbed the golem's face. The golem, estimated to be about three meters tall, was easily thrown far away, crushing the androids who happened to be at the landing location.

"Come on, you too."

As he spoke, he slashed horizontally with his sword at will. Just like this, the upper bodies of the androids present were blown away. He punched the struggling golem, and the magic-strengthened bronze head was reduced to ashes.

Berserker's tyranny did not stop. He opened his arms widely and charged bravely. He picked up the five golems and leaned his back menacingly. The stone dolls, which weighed more than several tons in total, were destroyed from the top of their heads by his throwing technique (throwing them over the shoulder).

That look was like a human typhoon. Every time you swing your sword or punch your fist, you can generate a lot of garbage.

The red berserker shook his sword with a smile and pumped his fist with a smile. It was really no different from a nightmare. Even the artificial humans with only thin emotions were infected by this madness and chose to flee.

After tearing the last golem into pieces, Berserker looked at the destruction and massacre he had woven, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step forward.

"He's smiling."

"You can still laugh."

Archer and Rider looked at each other with the unique unhappiness they felt when witnessing something horrifying. Fighting is a matter of course, victory is also a matter of course, and they have neither any complaints nor any admiration for this miserable ending. But Berserker's smile from beginning to end was enough to make them feel sick.

"Huh. Indeed, that heroic spirit is not anyone except the Berserker."

If there was anger on his face, Archer and Rider might think he might be a rational berserker. But, he was smiling. Smiling peacefully, as if his heart was trembling with emotion, fighting, killing, and crushing.

"Anyway, his strength is now clear. As for that, there is no way to stop his attack as long as he doesn't use some powerful Noble Phantasms."

"Hmph. Archer, in your opinion, can he kill a servant?"

"Who knows. If that guy's Noble Phantasm continues to function, it's not impossible..."

"However, the so-called 'continuous use of functions' is as difficult as ascending to heaven. That guy's Noble Phantasm..."

Even though they are partners fighting side by side, the red servants cannot even explain the abilities of their Noble Phantasms to each other. But berserker was an exception and was revealed by his master.

The Noble Phantasm is called "Crying Warmonger". Due to its extremely specific performance, if it were a normal Holy Grail War, this thing would first determine that he would not be able to survive.

"But if those "black" servants just keep hurting him without any solution, maybe it will turn into something interesting."

Yes, the more injured you are. The more damage you take, the more your strength increases. As for that Noble Phantasm - there is even a possibility that this Holy Grail War can be decided with just one blow.

"Well."

Archer twitched his nose slightly in displeasure. The smell of iron and engine oil seemed like an unbearable stench to her, who was so close to animals.

"What's wrong?"

"It's been discovered, Black's followers are approaching."

The perception of archers is far superior to that of riders. If what she said is correct, we should be facing the enemy soon.

"Okay, let's fight."

"clear."

The two servants summoned their respective weapons.

The gun summoned by Rider is very different in appearance from the gun of Red Lancer Karna. The Lancer's steel spear is a huge spear that relies on its sharp blade and excessive weight to cause damage. What Rider holds is a simple and solid gun designed for white soldiers.

Judging from its length and the way it can be easily held with one hand, it is probably a spear used for throwing. Rider seems to want to challenge the white soldier without using the original weapon to "ride". To be honest, this is foolhardy. However, his leisurely attitude can be said to be a good example of what a hero the Red Rider is.

On the other hand, Archer summoned a bow that goes without saying. The black-painted Western bow that is longer than her height is said to be the Bow of the Sky given by the goddess of hunting (Artemis). His name was Tauropolos, an alias for the goddess Artemis, also known as the bull-slayer. It is truly a masterpiece worthy of an archer. There is nothing that cannot be shot through with it.

"Then Rider, I'll retreat and we'll cover Berserker with you."

She immediately backed away and dived into the darkness of the forest. The rider looking at her had no idea where she was even though he could feel her breath. It seems that if you become a top-notch hunter, integrating with the forest will be easy.

"Okay. Next, let me give them a gentle massage."