Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked at Artoria who was fighting with the black knight.

In the last decisive battle, Saber died during the fight, which scared Tokiomi at the time and made him think that the battle was completely over.

But now it seems that the situation is much better than expected... Was he called back by Emiya Kiritsugu halfway? What a sinister magician killer.

When Lancelot saw the two Sabers, his originally manic attitude suddenly became humane and he froze for a long time. Then, he roared again and waved his wooden stick Noble Phantasm.

Compared to the pink girl berserker I met in the Japanese house before, the one in front of me is obviously more worthy of the title of berserker. Her crazy stick skills seem to have given up defense and she only wants to die on the battlefield.

After another stick hit her, Mordred took a big step back and looked at Artoria beside her.

It is not difficult for two servants to defeat one Lancelot. If you keep letting him win, Artoria will definitely see it, which is very detrimental to the role.

It's time to increase the intensity.

"call out!"

Several arrows flashing red flew out from the jungle, and Artoria instinctively dodged them.

She took a few dozen steps back and turned to look into the jungle.

Anyone else?

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Kotomine Kirei hid in the jungle. He touched the Command Seal on the back of his hand, feeling the magic power flowing through his body, and his heart was filled with satisfaction.

He begged for the Command Seal from his father after saving him. After obtaining it, he went to the abandoned stage of Ruler and waited for a day.

However, it was not until the afternoon that Ruler came to him. At that time, Ruler seemed to be a little unsteady and it was unknown what he had done.

But such a beautiful and hardworking girl must be working hard to bring more laughter to the world.

The ruler met Kotomine Kirei's request and, with this Command Seal, brought him a new Servant, the Berserker Lancelot.

"Let him die like a knight."

That was the instruction that Ruler left for himself when he gave the servant to him.

In fact, as Tōsaka Tokiomi's apprentice, Kotomine Kirei had witnessed the battle that took place in the Matou residence that night. He knew that Lancelot was originally a servant of the Matou family, and that all the members of the Matou family who remained in Fuyuki were missing.

Now, the berserker has been transferred from the ruler's hands to his own, which is strange no matter how you think about it.

But Kotomine Kirei no longer cared. In order to understand the logic behind Ruler's behavior, he had conducted in-depth investigations and reflections on all of her actions for over a month. Every time the girl idol sang, and even the arc of her hair when she danced, were deeply engraved in his mind.

Now, he doesn't want to waste his brain cells on Ruler anymore, he just wants to pursue his own heart.

He doesn't ask for more, just like a monk in seclusion for salvation. As long as he can help the ruler, he can feel happy from the bottom of his heart, even if he can't get anything else, even if he knows that he is just a pawn, but that happiness comes completely from himself.

Ah, the rotten heart is beating as the magic power is consumed.

So what if you are in the vortex of conspiracy?

I'm contributing to ruler's plan.

Kotomine Kirei leaned against a big tree, breathing heavily with a perverted look on his face, and in the treetops above his head, Kama in girl form was inexplicably sitting on a branch.

She had no idea what Kotomine Kirei wanted, but the way he suddenly went crazy from his calmness made her scalp tingle.

Better stay away from him as much as possible...

Thinking of this, Kama stood up from the treetop, jumped several meters away, and landed on another section of the treetop.

She drew her bow towards the distance and continued to make things difficult for Mordred and Altria.

With only 5% difference in role-playing, Mordred can reach 70%. By then, ahoge will not be important anymore.

On the battlefield, after several rounds of fighting, Lancelot suddenly raised the wooden stick horizontally.

Like an old man chopping wood, he suddenly raised his leg and split the wooden stick into two halves.

After being split in two, a terrifying red light lit up on the wooden stick, and corrupted magic power along with black mist flowed out from the broken end.

He suddenly got into a stance, and the black color once again wrapped around the wooden stick that was broken into two pieces, with a cold light flashing on the broken end.

The ferocious single stick turned into a pair of guns at this moment.

143. Lancelot

Even in the later stages, Lancelot's setting is undoubtedly difficult.

His Noble Phantasm, the Knight Does Not Die Unarmed, can turn everything it touches into his own Noble Phantasm, including other people's Noble Phantasms.

With this move, he could theoretically fight enemies of any level on equal terms.

Coupled with his skilled martial arts, he became even more threatening when fighting with the two.

"Sir Mordred, do you know who he is?"

Seeing Lancelot holding two guns and looking like he was ready to rush forward at any time, Artoria asked Modred first.

As the battle progressed, she felt that it was indeed difficult, but more of it was familiar.

"Ah?" Mordred was shocked when she heard Artoria's words. Her face was buried in her helmet, and her expression could not be seen. "Can't you see? Father..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Lancelot had already rushed forward, and the short spear in his hand stabbed out diagonally, aiming at Mordred's head.

Mordred jerked back, avoiding the hollow attack, but the Berserker seemed familiar with her fighting style, and he immediately turned the direction of his spear.

Mordred's helmet was hit and lifted aside like a pot lid.

The golden hair hit his neck and shoulders, and Mordred did several backflips to dodge backwards. Berserker stopped in his tracks, looking back and forth between Mordred and Altria.

"It seems you are not that crazy." Mordred stood up.

Normally, when a servant goes completely crazy, the reason they mistake someone for someone else is due to some mysterious setting like a flash of soul or similarity in spiritual foundation. For example, the Marshal mistakes Ainz for Jeanne d'Arc, but not Nero. This is probably because of this.

But Mordred and Altria are different. Their similarities are more in appearance. At least the marshal would not mistake Mordred for Joan of Arc.

However, Lancelot hesitated for a moment after seeing Mordred's face.

Lancelot, who was originally summoned as a berserker, already had little rationality left, especially after being manipulated by the old bug.

But now, he was rational enough to at least identify people by their appearance. It seemed that the repeated transfer of the Master had indeed taken a toll on him.

After a moment of downtime, the berserker finally reacted. He thrust out his gun again and aimed it at Mordred's head.

At this moment, Artoria rushed over. Instead of blocking the weapon, she slashed at the berserker's waist.

The Wind King's barrier exploded, seemingly extending Altria's attack range, and the berserker was flung away.

A mark was scratched on the ground, and Artoria immediately rushed forward with a sword, wanting to pursue the victory.

However, she had only run a few steps when she urgently stepped on the ground, changed direction, and kicked Mordred beside her.

Mordred leaned back, and a pink arrow flashed past her and hit the wall of the castle behind her.

Mordred swung her arms and took a few steps back to maintain her balance. She raised her head and shouted, "What are you hiding for? Come out and fight if you dare!!"

"Rustle, rustle..." The only response she got was the sound of leaves swaying in the wind, and several more sharp arrows were shot out.

After dodging the ping-pong sounds, Mordred moved closer to Altria and they stood back to back.

Berserker changed his stance. The unknown enemy and the obvious enemy cooperated with each other so well that they had no idea where to start.

"Jingle Bell……"

At this moment, the sound of bells rang out. Perhaps the battlefield was too quiet, which made the sound very piercing.

The enemy was right in front of her, and Artoria didn't dare to be careless. She just raised her head and used her peripheral vision to look in the direction where the sound came from.

Mordred turned around and shouted exaggeratedly: "You are caster!"

Merlin?

Artoria did not smell the floral scent that made her instinctively disgusted, and the voice that sounded next was not the one with the sarcastic tone.

"Migu? Do you want my help?"

Altria saw a pink-haired girl wearing heavy, expensive clothing walk into view.

At this moment, a noise was heard in the jungle, and Lancelot rushed up again.

The girl in kimono immediately swung her hand, and a piece of yellow paper flew out from her sleeve and floated to the two of them.

The yellow paper burned in the air, the ashes sparkled, and turned into a ball of flame in the air, blocking the flying arrow.

Altria also teamed up with Mordred to block Lancelot's attacks from the left and right.

Compared with the previous single resistances, this time, Lancelot's attack was perfectly blocked, and the two of them didn't even sink into the mud under their feet.

The knight looked around at the two girls' almost identical faces, and suddenly screamed at Artoria: "Ah---!"

He's calling his own name!

Artoria subconsciously exerted force and suddenly pushed Lancelot away.

"Who is he..." Altria had already guessed roughly, after all, another possible identity was right next to her.

"Lancelot? I can even smell the oil." Mordred said, fanning his nose.

As if sensing that his name had been revealed, Lancelot squeezed out a sound from his throat and took off his helmet.

Under the helmet was a disheveled head and a face distorted by madness.

Altria opened her eyes in shock, but quickly calmed down.

Perhaps it was because she had been with Mordred for too long, and the threshold in her heart was raised, so the spiritual shock brought to her by Lancelot was not that great.

"Kaka..."

Feeling the king's determined gaze looking at him, Lancelot twisted his neck, and the crazy aura seemed to relax.

As expected of you...

Just as he was ready to face the king's execution, Mordred, who had been staying obediently beside Altria, rushed up first.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" She roared as if she had returned to a few days ago, shouting louder than Lancelot, the real berserker.

Lancelot was caught off guard by Mordred's sudden madness. He instinctively stepped back and watched the heavy sword pass by.

"I've been wanting to kill you for a long time!" Mordred shouted, swinging his heavy sword violently.

The scene before her shocked Altria even more than Lancelot taking off his mask. She didn't understand why Mordred suddenly went crazy.

"Ping!"

There was another crash, and Artoria turned her head to see an arrow deflected by the rune.

"Saber? I suggest you go to the woods and find the one who launched the sneak attack." Tamamonomae suggested to Altria, holding a handful of talisman paper in her hand.

144. Mercury World

Kotomine Kirei sat at the base of a tree, his hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating more and more intensely.

Would he die here, his magic drained away, like a worm?

He suddenly felt a little distressed.

Kirei raised his hand and looked at the single Command Seal on the back of his hand.

This was something he had begged from his father, and with it, he finally got a heroic spirit from the ruler.

If a berserker dies from exhaustion of magic power, he will not die in battle like a warrior, which does not meet the requirements of a ruler at all.

I won't be able to hold on until the end anyway, so it would be a waste to keep this Command Seal in my hand. I might as well use it directly.

Thinking of this, Kotomine Kirei clenched his fists.

"berserker, use all your strength and fight to the death."

As the red Command Seal lit up from the back of his hand, a storm of magical power exploded with him as the center.

Dust and fallen leaves flew, and noisy sounds came from the treetops.

On the battlefield, the berserker who was originally in a standoff with Mordred suddenly stopped. He raised his head, and a dazzling red light flashed in his eyes.

“Ahhhhhh——” The thick fog on Lancelot’s body was blown away like a sandstorm. He raised his head and gathered all the magic power in his body.

The black armor had never been so clearly displayed under the moonlight. The two spears in his hands also lost their color and magical protection and turned back into ordinary wooden sticks.

It looked like the Noble Phantasm was suppressed, but the oppressive feeling had not diminished.