That man is just a bunch of muscles.
No matter how you think about it, it can only be described this way. Although he is a sturdy man over two meters tall, people who see him will first be attracted by his oversized muscles. Then, when they look up to estimate his height, they will be even more desperate.
The numerous scars carved into his pale flesh made it easy for people to imagine that he was a man with a horrific training and combat record. However, it was also clear at a glance that those wounds had not yet reached his internal organs.
Using a knife to scratch a huge iron ball would certainly not cause a fatal injury. Yes, his muscles are just like that piece of steel. Using a sharp blade might be able to cut his skin, and it might even bleed a little. But that's all.
The arms were like the carcass of a crocodile. The large pectoral muscles showed that the body was as strong as armor despite being naked. The feet moved slowly and were as strong as the hind legs of a mammoth.
Although the leather belt was tightly tied around his entire body, including his face, the man's face showed no pain at all, and he even had a happy smile on his face. This was all he was wearing. The leather covering his waist and crotch had nothing to do with protecting the body.
But, this was enough. His muscles were not something that could be contained by the armor, or rather, they were not needed at all. They were overwhelming super muscles that had reached such a level.
At dusk, the man walked unkemptly through the ideal forest that spread across the eastern part of Tuliface.
In comparison, the giant octopus walking on the road seems more realistic. He is so out of tune with this forest full of natural atmosphere.
The man is the red servant - Berserker.
"Stop right there, berserker!"
Someone was chasing him like a wild animal that had been set free. While leaping between branches, the girl kept calling out "berserker".
The eyes of the girl in emerald green clothes contain an inorganic and sharp look that reminds people of a wild beast. Her hair is spread out casually, and although it is not as smooth as that of a noble person, it is very consistent with her wild face. Yes, she is a beautiful human-shaped beast.
Berserker smiled, resolutely did not stop, and answered her:
"Hahahaha, Archer. I'm sorry, but I can't obey that order. I must go to that fortress and be with the tyrant."
Red Archer shouted anxiously:
"You idiot! I told you to wait for the right time, why don't you understand?"
But Berserker did not stop. He continued to move forward step by step with great strength. He had been walking for two days and two nights. It was not the first time that Berserker was spotted by passers-by on the road. Archer could only pray that the suspicious priest would handle the situation properly.
"Waiting is not in my vocabulary."
Is that the end? Red Archer gave up on him. To be more precise, she chose to focus on supporting him if persuasion failed, following the order conveyed by the pigeon.
"After all, we are Berserkers. Is it impossible to exchange thoughts?"
In response to her sighing muttering, a voice said:
"Oh, I thought so. His berserker class is not just for show."
Hearing this voice coming from the sky, Archer looked up at the branches above. A young man with a leisurely smile was standing there. He was quite a handsome man. But that beauty was not the elegant knight's beauty that would make the nobles' hearts flutter. The man's eyes were as sharp as a bird of prey, and his agile body was strong but not vulgar. It was a heroic appearance that men, women, the elderly, children, and everyone else admired and yearned for.
Red Rider is considered by the entire Red team to be a man who can rival the immortal hero Karna.
"Rider, are you saying that we can only abandon him?"
Rider shrugged and replied:
"Oh, there's nothing I can do. That thing is a monster that only thinks about fighting. You are the one who wants to convince him, right?"
"I'm good at controlling wild beasts. I thought about shooting him through the knee with an arrow, but..."
If he did that, the Berserker would undoubtedly change direction and lunge at Archer.
"It would be a great help if you could take care of yourself, sis."
"By the way, why did you come after me?"
The young man looked very welcoming of the question, and replied with a knowing smile:
"Of course I'm worried about you. Isn't that obvious?"
"Huh, is that so?"
She didn't blush, was not surprised, or even angry, she had no reaction at all. If it were an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous she was, this sentence would undoubtedly be enough to make her blush.
However, for Archer, who had lived with wild beasts, sweet words meant nothing. His sweet words fell flat on his face, and Rider scratched his head in embarrassment. Then, he coughed and returned to his original task.
"In short, our mission is to provide rear support, which means to protect the berserkers to the best of our ability and collect as much intelligence as possible."
"We will meet the enemy soon. If all goes well, he will probably reach the fortress by late tonight. However, we should be able to meet him before then."
"Huh, anyway, I really want to meet the black guys first."
Archer and Rider were both first-rate hunters and warriors. They didn't think they could win by just breaking into the castle where seven Servants were waiting in full force.
"To stop that Berserker, at least two Servants are needed, or all of them must go out to fight. Otherwise, it will be impossible."
Yes, even then, stopping the berserkers would still require extraordinary effort.
"That being said, this is completely different from the berserkers we know as knowledge."
"That's right. Since he's a berserker that can talk, I thought his berserk level was very low."
The level of the crimson berserker's frenzy is beyond the evaluation standard. Since he can talk, at first glance, one would think that his frenzy level is low, but berserkers can only talk but cannot communicate their thoughts. Rather than disobeying orders, it is better to say that he fails to understand the orders. Even if it is an order to use the command seal, if two are not superimposed, it will only put pressure on his body and cannot stop him from moving.
"Spartacus, the Thracian gladiator and symbol of rebellion. He is truly a man with a strange personality."
The red berserker, Spartacus. He was a Roman gladiator slave, but one day he led 78 of his companions to escape. He was a hero who defeated a pursuit force of about 3,000 people, and caused slave armies from all over the country to swarm up. Although he was betrayed by the pirates he had trusted for a long time and was torn to pieces by the Roman army, he had won battle after battle before that. For the weak slaves, he was indeed a star of hope.
A berserker who hates all tyrants and is eager to fight against all strong people. A berserker who protects the weak, cares for the weak, and heals the weak. And most importantly, he fights for rebellion. That is a berserker.
"By the way, rider, what happened to your horse?"
"I came here to get information, I can't give my information to the other side. This time, I won't use them."
"Huh. Hey, it's okay if it's you. Was the weapon a sword or a gun?"
"A gun, of course."
Rider and Archer continued to chase Berserker relentlessly. He walked straight and slowly, so there was no way he would lose him.
"By the way, Archer, let me ask you something."
"What's up?"
"Have you ever seen the master's face?"
"No, I didn't. I only saw the Master's middleman, the priest."
After being summoned, Archer immediately discovered that the man in front of him was not a Master. Because there was a person who was obviously a Servant next to him, and most importantly, he did not feel connected.
"Me too. Whatever the magician says, it's what it is."
"No matter how you think about it, it's very unusual. But if you think about what will be waiting for us in the end, it's probably just death."
The primary problem in this Holy Grail War is not losing the war, but winning it. No matter which side survives, the chances of all seven being safe are low. However, it is also impossible for only one person to survive.
Moreover, the Holy Grail can only grant one set of wishes. Therefore, the moment the great war is won, the internal division will begin. As long as they are magicians, they will all aim for the "Root Vortex" located outside the world, which records all the past and all the future. If the holy relic containing such a possibility is right in front of them, even their companions will naturally kill each other.
Of course, Servants are no exception. In order to realize their own wishes, they must kill their partners who fought side by side.
Therefore, even if they fight together, that kind of relationship can probably only last until the end of the game, the moment before the victory is decided.
"So, you don't want to show your face?"
"No, no, they should show their faces anyway. That priest and his servant seem suspicious."
"Assassin, you claim your real name is Semiramis, right?"
During the meeting, Archer and Rider were speechless because Red Assassin openly revealed his real name.
It's nothing. Because I'm an assassin, my existence itself is uncertain. At least I'll make my real name public, as proof of our common struggle.
Despite what she said, neither Rider nor Archer believed her. The strong decadent atmosphere that surrounded her made the two pure warriors feel anxious and distrustful.
"Yes, Semiramis. Her Majesty, the Queen of Assyria. Ah, why do those called kings, male or female, always act so arrogant? I am so upset. So upset."
"That's the attitude you develop when you're served. We're equals in terms of position, so don't worry about it."
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At the same time, in the Mirenia Fortress, six pairs of masters and servants gathered again.
In line with Danic's signal, Blackcaster operated the seven-lamp candlestick to illuminate the scenery outside the city. This kind of magic, which uses the flying golem as a relay point, far exceeds the maximum distance that ordinary magicians can see using farsight magic.
What was reflected by the golem was a rough and slovenly half-naked man marching into the forest. It was an indescribable scene.
Danic spoke first.
"Everyone, according to the caster's report, this Servant is breaking through the forest day and night and rushing towards this Mirenia city."
After hearing this, everyone present was speechless. Since this is a war, it is natural for the Servants to attack. But whether it is a surprise attack or an open attack, it is common for multiple Servants to attack together. Of course, people like Red Lancer who have other missions are another matter.
There was not even a shadow of his subordinates around, which meant that this Servant was planning to attack alone. It was a really stupid act, but there was only one person among the seven classes who could do such a stupid act without any hesitation.
"I believe this person is the Red Berserker. Perhaps because his frenzy level is too high, he is in a rampage state, craving for an enemy."
As a servant summoned by a berserker, according to anecdotes from before his death, the level of berserk varies from person to person. The lower the berserk level, the less status improvement benefits are received, but as compensation, a certain degree of mind communication can be achieved. The higher the berserk level, although the status is expected to be greatly improved, as a price, not only the mind communication, but even making them obey orders is equivalent to impossible.
Of course, there are exceptions. For example, Vlad III, who sits on the throne and is calmer than most of his servants, may be the result of extremes.
Fiore asked, "What should I do, Uncle?"
"Of course we can't let this opportunity slip away. We will need to send out three Servants. However, this is a unique opportunity in this Holy Grail War. If things go well with this berserker, he might even become our pawn."
Danik's words caused a lot of discussion among the crowd. After everyone calmed down, Vlad III asked in a calm tone, which was completely different from the man who exuded madness in the video:
"Let me hear the details of your plan. You must have planned to gather all the Servants here like this."
"Yes, lord."
With that, Danik began to tell his plan.
It must be said that Danic was indeed a veteran who had participated in the Third Holy Grail War and was extremely experienced. Just from the beginning, people couldn't help but want to continue listening - with only two exceptions.
A man was absent-minded, his big eyes rolling around, as if he was thinking about something.
The other man lowered his head, and his upward gaze swept calmly over Saber, Caster, Rider and Gold.
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Three hours had already passed. The sun had already set, and the forest was gradually shrouded in darkness. The berserkers' attack, which had been smooth sailing until now, paused for a moment.
"Enemy?"
"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be a Servant."
As Archer said, blocking the Berserker's path were the vanguards of Yugdomirenia, combat androids, and bronze golems that boasted huge bodies that even the Berserker had to look up at. There were more than a hundred of them.
"What should I do? Should I help him?"
Rider's proposal was a bit disappointing. Of course. If it was a servant, it would be fine. There was no need to help at this level. There was no need, so the two chose to watch.
The battle between the Red Berserker and the Black Vanguard was simply one-sided.
The android's battle axe chopped him in the shoulder, and the golem's fist hit him in the face. Despite being hit directly by a fist that was powerful enough to shatter even steel, his smile remained. Or rather, it seemed that his smile had become even brighter.
From the beginning, the berserker had no intention of avoiding any attack. In fact, he even jumped into the attack on purpose.
He took the attack, took it, took it in vain. He was severely wounded, hurt, but even so, his happy smile never disappeared. Soon, although they were not exhausted, the androids and golems became confused and stopped attacking. At this time, the berserker began to move.
"Sad puppet of the tyrant, at least rest in peace beneath my sword and fist."
Berserker grabbed the golem's face with his hand. He easily threw the golem, estimated to be about three meters long, far away, crushing the androids who happened to be in the place where it landed.
"Come on, you too."
As he said this, he casually swung his sword horizontally. With just this move, the upper body of the android present was blown away. He punched the struggling golem, and the bronze head strengthened by magic was reduced to ashes.
Berserker's violence did not stop. He opened his arms wide and charged forward. He picked up five golems and threw them back fiercely. The stone golems, which weighed several tons in total, were destroyed from the top due to his throw (overhand throw).
It looked like a human typhoon. Every swing of the sword or punch produced a large amount of garbage.
The red berserker smiled as he waved his sword and punched. It was like a nightmare. Even the androids, who only had a few emotions, were infected by this madness and chose to flee.
After "tearing the last golem into pieces", the berserker looked out at the destruction and carnage he had created, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step.
"He's laughing."
"You can still laugh."
Archer and Rider looked at each other with the unique discomfort of seeing something horrifying. The battle was natural, the victory was also natural, they had no complaints about this miserable ending, nor did they have any admiration. But the berserker smiled from beginning to end, which was enough to make them feel nauseous.
"Hmm. It's true that the Heroic Spirit is not anyone other than the Berserker."
If there was anger on his face, Archer and Rider might still think that he might be a rational Berserker. But he was smiling. Smiling in a happy way, as if he was in a state of excitement, fighting, killing, and crushing.
"In any case, his strength is now clear. As for that, unless we use some powerful Noble Phantasms, there is no way to stop his attack."
"Hmph. Archer, in your opinion, can he take out a Servant?"
"Who knows. If that guy's Noble Phantasm continues to function, it's not impossible..."
"But, the so-called 'continuous function' is extremely difficult. That guy's treasure..."
Even though they were all comrades fighting side by side, the Red Servant would not even explain the abilities of their Noble Phantasms to each other. But the Berserker was an exception, and his Master revealed it.
The name of the Noble Phantasm is "G Warmonger". Due to its extremely special properties, if it were a normal Holy Grail War, it would be certain that he would not survive.
"But if those "black" servants just continue to hurt him helplessly, it might become an interesting thing."
That's right, the more it is wounded. The more damage it takes, the stronger it becomes. As for that Noble Phantasm, there is even a possibility that it can decide the outcome of this Holy Grail War with just one strike.
"Hmm."
Archer twitched her nose slightly in displeasure. The smell of iron and motor oil seemed to be an unbearable stench to her, who was close to animals.
"What's wrong?"
"We've been spotted. The black servant is approaching."
The perception of archers is far superior to that of riders. If what she said is correct, they should be ready to meet the enemy soon.
"Okay, let's fight."
"clear."
The two Servants summoned their respective weapons.
The spear Rider summoned was very different in appearance from the spear of the Red Lancer Karna. Lancer's spear was a huge spear that relied on its sharp tip and super weight to cause damage. Rider's spear, on the other hand, was a simple and solid spear designed for hand-to-hand combat.
Judging from its length and the way it can be easily held with one hand, it is probably a throwing gun. Rider seems to want to challenge hand-to-hand combat without using the original weapon "riding". To be honest, this is reckless. However, his leisurely attitude can be said to be a good display of what a hero the Red Rider is.
Meanwhile, Archer summoned a bow that was beyond description. The black painted western bow was taller than her height, and was said to be the Sky Bow given by the goddess of hunting (Artemis). Its name was Tauropolos, another name for the goddess Artemis, who was also known as the Bull Killer. It was indeed a perfect item for an archer. There was no such thing as something that could not be shot through with it.
"Then Rider, I will retreat and cover the Berserker with you."
She immediately retreated and dived into the darkness of the forest. Even the rider who was watching her had no idea where she was, even though he could sense her presence. It seemed that if one became a top-notch hunter, it would be easy to become one with the forest.
"Okay. Next, let me give them a gentle massage."