[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

"This is not so good..."

The King of Conquerors nimbly dodged under the treasures that were shooting out of the sky, and sighed in the gap between the shuttles.

"It's not good, it's obviously super bad!"

Weber had already knelt under the old driver's driving skills of Conqueror Wang. He stubbornly pulled the bumpy car, and shouted with a white face: "That class is a keeper's servant, quickly think of a way, the one who is going crazy Isn't this your friend?!"

"Get mad...you mean angry?" Mayne raised his eyebrows and stated in an unusually cold manner: "Why is he angry? I think my request is reasonable enough."

In the current situation where the sky was shining with golden light, the rest of them were all included in the attack range indiscriminately, chasing after a large wave of blinding treasures after dodging the trajectory.Just by being brushed against the side of the face, one can feel a burst of burning pain.

However, only the silver-haired heroic spirit's surroundings were completely calm, not even a single strand of hair was damaged, and it was as harmonious as a pure land outside the world.

——Does the differential treatment have to be so obvious? ! !

Waver, who was about to vomit like a dog, shouted.

But it doesn't help.

No one can stop the furious Gilgamesh, the only one who can stop it, and he looks completely out of it, or doesn't care at all.

——Ah, it would be great if there was someone who could pull enough hatred and attract firepower at this time.

Everyone couldn't help but think.

Of course, they were just thinking about it casually. After all, how could anyone do such a thankless and stupid thing...

"Aaaaa——!!!"

Everyone: ...Damn it!There really is such a fool? !

Accompanied by a meaningless roar, a pitch-black heroic spirit wrapped in airtight armor and surrounded by ominous black mist suddenly rushed out from the corner.

Holding an iron rod that he pulled out from nowhere, the black heroic spirit frantically rushed into the battlefield.

His attack has no technique at all, he seems to have discarded all knowledge and reason, and simply followed the most primitive instinct, only relying on brute force to knock down the King's Treasure that is shooting out of the air.

"berserker?!" (berserker)

This overly iconic madness made the Master Heroic Spirits present instantly recognize his class.

Weber covered his ears while the other party was roaring, with a broken face: "Forgive me, this place is already chaotic enough, what is this guy Berserker trying to do now!"

——What does Berserker want to do?

——Although it's hard to believe, the real name of this crazy warrior covered in black is Lancelot.

That's right, it is one of King Arthur's twelve knights of the round table, the legendary knight known as the "Knights of the Lake".

He was originally supposed to be a gentle, generous and pious hero, but from the moment he was cast with a spell of madness and descended as a berserker, he was just a revenge tool that would only obey the orders of the master.

[Everything is Tokiomi's fault! Berserker, command him with a command spell, I want you to kill Tokiomi's servants! ! ! ]

This was the order given to him by his Master, a young man named Kariya Matou a few minutes ago.

Who is Tohsaka Tokiomi's servant? ...Ah, by the way, it's that golden archer...

Berserker perfectly obeyed Kariya Matou's order, rushed here directly, and launched a strong attack without saying a word.

"Dangdang-"

The iron rod in his hand was broken, so Berserker simply threw it away, then bent down to pick up a fallen sword-shaped king's treasure, and continued to knock down the rest of the lasing treasures with this sword.

After knocking down sixteen weapons in a row, there was a moment of blankness in the dense Wangcai, so Berserker took advantage of this gap to raise his head, and the part of the armor that symbolized the eyes lit up red.

He's looking for a target - archer, archer, ar...

...! ! !

Berserker's turning eyes suddenly stopped, however, they did not fall on the correct target.

—He saw two people.

One is a blond girl in silver-white armor, and the other is a silver-haired young man who doesn't fit in here.

The moment his eyes touched these two figures, his mind was already so chaotic due to madness that he couldn't even recall any memories of his life... But——

Regret, guilt, loyalty, hatred, love...

Like a volcanic eruption of strong love and hate, it dominated all of him in an instant, and even surpassed instinct for a time.

The pitch-black berserker roared up to the sky immediately, without hesitation, he left the Archer who should have been dealt with behind him, and rushed towards Artoria and Mayne instead.

"Saber!" Alice Viel exclaimed in surprise.

Artoria wasn't flustered, she calmly glanced at Irisviel behind her, and quickly made a judgment - on the premise of Irisviel's safety, this distance is not suitable for dealing with the enemy, and she should distance herself first Besides.

Thinking of this, Artoria immediately stretched out her hand, pulled Irisviel back a few meters, and escaped from the range of Berserker's attack.

The Berserker holding the sword did not stop because of their retreat, and still swung the weapon stubbornly, splitting a huge crack in the ground.

"Grrrrrrr-"

Cracks glowing with black air spread across the ground, making a toothache-breaking sound. Thick smoke and dust mixed with the gust of wind stirred up, temporarily covering everyone's sight.

Arturia was not happy with her escape. She stared nervously at the area covered in smoke and dust for a moment, her lips were tightly pressed together, her expression was cold: "Mei..."

The following words were hidden in the noisy wind, even Irisviel, who was right beside her, could not hear clearly.

This sudden and violent turbulence brought about a few seconds of silence, and no one spoke for a while.

After a while, a faint voice came from the smoke and dust, sighing slightly suddenly: "Really, it turned out to be you..."

Mayne looked at the berserker not far away, and the huge crack stretched between them.

However, this indomitable crack finally ended at the silver-haired heroic spirit, which was completely blocked by a rapier inserted into the ground.

Mayne raised his hand slightly, and the thin sword turned into countless light spots, dissipated on the ground and returned to his hand again.

"I didn't expect you to be reduced to this point. Even though you are already a heroic spirit, you are still bound by the sad past, and even abandoned the glory of the knight."

Mayne stared at the pitch-black Heroic Spirit, his calm eyes seemed to see the struggling and weeping soul through the riddled body.

It seems that even though King Arthur of this world is a woman, Lancelot's fate has not changed.Just like the world Mayne experienced, falling in love with King Arthur's queen played the prelude to the disintegration of the Knights of the Round Table, and he regretted it all his life.

"Whose fault is all this?" Mayne stared at the other party indifferently, rather than being puzzled, it was more like torture.

At that moment, the two looked at each other.

The words of the silver-haired hero, like a sharp dagger, pierced the bloody wound of the knight on the lake.Its violent impact even made his originally chaotic mind clear for a moment.

The pitch-black berserker trembled violently. His tall body gave off a precarious sense of instability, like a prisoner who was digging at the stone wall, eager to escape from the cage.

Then, the Heroic Spirit wrapped in an ominous black mist slowly stretched out his hand towards Mayne.

——It was not with the intention of attacking.

The hand that was tightly covered with armor trembled towards the heroic spirit who was once hailed as a saint.

The silver hair of the heroic spirit exudes a faint brilliance under the moon. The place where it stands is like the unreachable ideal land. Although it is as fragile as a bubble, it is already the only visible salvation for the desperate person.

——Please, help me, forgive me...

Like someone is saying that.

But soon, the outstretched hand of the berserker stopped suddenly.

"Berserker is such an unpleasant class..."

Mayne looked at the other party's once again cloudy eyes, and meaningfully cast his gaze somewhere: "Is that right there, your Master."

As an outstanding magician with the vest of "Merlin", Mayne could easily see that the supply of magic power on Berserker's body was completely unstable, presumably the master of the opponent was also exhausted and was just squeezing the last of his vitality.

Crazy masters and crazy heroic spirits, it's no wonder...

The berserker who lost his mind again couldn't understand the determination and indifference in Mayne's eyes. He hovered between his ethereal self-emotions and the master's order, showing his attacking intentions in an increasingly chaotic manner.

And Mayne, who was closest to him at the moment, naturally became his target first.

Berserker raised his hand, the sword in his hand was dyed pitch black, and occasionally flashed a strange red light, which was no longer similar to the brilliance when it was first taken out of the king's treasury.

Judging from the opponent's posture, this must be to do his best, not to lose to the previous blow that split the ground.

Mayne waited calmly, the rapier in his hand condensed purely by magic power, shining a faint starlight in the night.

"Aaaaa——!!!"

With a roar, the Berserker swung his sword down!

Mayne moved his fingertips slightly, but he stopped his movements as if he suddenly noticed something.Then, look up and look up.

High in the sky, the familiar king's treasure house opened wide, and the golden ripples outlined the most brilliant scene in the world.

This time, it was no longer unscrupulous venting, all the Noble Phantasms attacked Berserker brazenly with the same goal.

At the same time, the explosion of the oldest king came in the wind——

"How dare you use this king's treasure to attack this king's best friend! Who gave you the guts, you bastard!"

The king, who had calmed down a bit after venting, was anxious about the situation of his best friend, but before he had time to check carefully, he turned his head and saw this scene.

——Dare to touch my treasure with dirty hands, and use my treasure to bully my best friend? !

——Are you so anxious to die?A bastard who can't even rank among bastards! ! !

It was like stuffing a large bundle of dry firewood into a crackling stove. Gilgamesh's anger, which had been barely extinguished, suddenly worsened with the development of the situation, and it stretched to a level that could never be extinguished. The wild flames of the prairie fire.

"Oops, it's really bad... It's so bad, it can't be worse..."

All the Master Heroic Spirits who could barely maintain their sanity at the scene, watched the extremely chaotic scene in front of them, held their breath and murmured unconsciously.

--What?Want them to join the battlefield and take the opportunity to choose an alliance?

— What a joke!They can't figure out such a messy relationship now, okay? !

"Let's just watch it like this, is it really okay if we don't take measures?" the King of Conquerors rubbed his chin and asked meaningfully.

"...Otherwise." Wei Bo sighed: "In short, it won't be worse than it is now."

The King of Conquerors paused when he heard the words: "Well, I don't think so..."

Later facts proved that the crow's mouth exists, and poisoned milk is extremely effective.

Under the attack of countless King's Treasures, it was not Berserker who was unable to hold on first, but Kariya Matou, the master of Berserker.

Since Matou Kariya's body had reached its limit, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to make Berserker retreat temporarily to ensure the next effective attack.

Just when everyone thought that Berserker's retreat would bring the matter to an end, the Keeper, who had a strange rank and had no clear position from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.

"This level is really not enough."

The silver-haired heroic spirit was silent for a moment, and then said as if evaluating something: "The power liberated along with the real name is a little overloaded, which is really troublesome."

It's just that the level of magic power released just now is still too little consumed.

It must be more intense and thorough, to vent out the accumulated power... From this point of view, accumulating too much power is also a troublesome thing.

The silver-haired heroic spirit nodded his fingertips holding the rapier, his surface was completely calm and calm.I'm afraid no one will be able to see that he is enduring at this moment, the huge power that boils in the depths of his soul, which is almost burning.

——Ah, almost reaching the limit...

Mayne thought casually, then raised his head, and met the red pupils of the Oldest King head-on.

Those scarlet snake eyes, which had always been cold and arrogant, immediately burst into waves, and under the cover of the King's Treasure opened wide behind them, they shone with equally brilliant colors.

"I remember, you should be very strong, right?" Mayne looked up at Wang's figure, and said slowly, "Do you want to fight me?"

At this moment, Gilgamesh seemed to go back to the end of the boundless time and space, and returned to the ancient city of Uruk after crossing the long time in between.

At that time, there was a young man bearing the name of divine creation, crossing the distance between man and god, walking the distance between heaven and earth, and came to him——

"You are Gilgamesh."

"You are Enkidu."

Even though it was only the first time they met, the two parties miraculously recognized each other's identity at a glance.

Probably there is a feeling of "it can't be wrong, this is him, and it won't be anyone else".

"So, do you want to fight with me?" Even under the glory of the king, the young man still behaved very calmly, and went straight to the point without talking nonsense.

"Ha! Why do you think this king is waiting here?"

The arrogant and rebellious king narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up viciously and cruelly: "If you can't make me happy, then I will apologize with death!"

……

——This is the beginning of everything.

——A simple story about the king and his friends.