Suddenly, there was complete silence.
The noise stopped, and only the sound of the wind dominated the surroundings. However, the berserker, who could not hide his presence, had already clearly boasted of his presence before showing up.
He is here. With this clear premonition in mind, Astolfo took a step forward.
"Come on, tyrant. The time has come for arrogance to collapse and the dignity of the strong to be kicked apart!
While knocking down the tree, the red berserker appeared.
"... woooo."
The moment they met, Astolfo immediately wanted to leave this place.
Giants are not scary. In the past, Astolfo once fought against a giant named Gary Grant who had dozens of arms. He dragged him through the streets in high spirits.
A tough man is not scary. Even if the opponent is a raging monster, it is not a big deal. However, if this tough giant smiles, it is a bit creepy.
Yes, smiling is scary. If someone is still smiling even though he has entered the enemy camp, he must be extremely confident, or he is crazy enough to ignore the benefits and disadvantages.
He is over two meters tall, and his weapon is a short sword. Judging from the blow just now, it is reasonable to assume that his fists have considerable destructive power.
Furthermore, his unyielding attitude was truly extraordinary. I was afraid that even if my attack could injure him, it would not be able to completely kill him.
That's right, even though I couldn't hurt him at all, I was still expected to take the lead, and I also understood that I had to take the lead.
"That's why I was summoned. Well, I have no choice but to go!"
Astolfo smiled an invincible smile that was no less impressive than the Red Berserker's, and wielded the golden lance that he had just held in his hand.
"Hear my voice, those who are far away! Come and meet me, those who are near! I am Astolfo, the 12th Warrior of Charlemagne! Let us fight it out here!!"
Astolfo shouted out the opening remarks he had wanted to make for a long time, and spoke out his real name, which should have been hidden. Fortunately, the red berserker did not have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.
"Hahahahaha. Very good, this arrogance is wonderful. Come on, come and ravage me!"
Berserker laughed as he charged towards Astolfo. His movements were surprisingly agile, his brown bear-like body running wildly like a wild boar.
"HA ...
With a smile, a devastating blow came down from above, which could have smashed Astolfo's petite body to pieces. Astolfo dodged it gracefully.
"Huh?"
He did dodge it. But unfortunately, there is a blow that is meaningless just by dodging. The berserker's blow carved claw marks on the ground, affecting Astolfo next to him, and blasted him away with just the impact.
"It hurts... Such a heavy blow."
His face showed pain, and his waist was swollen from the collision, but he still stood up. There was still no fear in his eyes. Once he was hit, he would be blown away, unable to resist with strength, and his skills were completely useless.
Even so, he is still a heroic spirit. Moreover, Astolfo, one of the Twelve Heroes of Charlemagne, is a brave man who is even said to have "evaporated his rationality", but he is also an adventurer who travels around the world and creates many legends.
Then, what were won in those adventures were all kinds of magic gifts—horns, books, phantom horses (hippogriffs), and lances shining with golden light.
"Well, I'm going to take on... Argalia! Show him your power!"
Astolfo galloped. Although he was not riding a horse, his speed was indeed lightning fast. However, for the red berserker whose emotions were almost completely drained, this attack probably brought more joy than fear.
The more violent the blow, the more desperate it is, and the more relief it will bring. Even if the abdomen is about to be pierced, this berserker will definitely fight back.
Therefore, the berserker swung his sword once more with full confidence. His super-compressed abdominal muscles were so strong that even steel pales in comparison.
"Trap alia!"
However, the musket held by Astolfo was not designed to kill. Of course, a musket is a musket, and if you are stabbed, you will be injured, and if you are pierced through the heart, you will die.
But it was just an ordinary musket - it was not endowed with magic to strengthen it, it could not penetrate anything in the world, and it did not have the causal power to hit the heart.
Despite this, this javelin was a deadly weapon on the battlefield.
With a sudden shake, the berserker felt like he was falling. The ground he should have been standing on was gone, and he forgot for a moment that he should have swung his sword. Even so, his smile did not disappear, and he was not surprised at all. But it was impossible to overturn this unreasonable situation.
The Trap alia, a lance with such a random name, really only has the effect it says on the tin. According to legend, this lance, which was used by Argalia, a prince of Cata, could cause anything it touched to fall. The fall of heavily armed knights meant death on the battlefield. Even if it wasn't so, it's not hard to imagine how much honor this lance could gain in the extremely gorgeous jousting tournament.
If this spear is used on a Servant, the legend will be manifested in the form of a spirit body that is forced to transform the body below the knees. No matter where it touches the body - even if it touches armor woven with magic power. The spear will forcibly cut off the supply of magic power below the knees, making it impossible to reconstruct the body for a period of time.
That being said, this alone won't stop the Red Berserker. If he still has the part above the knees left, he will be able to knock down the enemy even if he crawls.
"Losing my feet is not going to stop me."
"Yeah, that's true. So, I'm going to stop you next. Okay, go ahead!"
Following Astolfo's order, the golems that had been waiting for a long time pounced forward together.
A golem weighing more than a ton pressed down on him to block one of his hands. But the red berserker waved his hands around like a child and repelled it. He blew up the upper body of the golem with just one punch. However, even if the head was blown up, they could still act as if nothing had happened before they completely lost their functions. This was the strength of the golems.
They covered the red berserker in an orderly and solemn manner, just like ants that had captured their prey. However, the prey was neither a weak little animal nor a taro worm. No matter how hard the ants bit, the giant would not stop.
The red berserker did not stop. Even though his lower body was transformed into spirit form, he continued to advance towards the fortress bravely.
"Hahahahaha, this is great, this is wonderful. The enemy is swarming, and I am covered in wounds. Ah, that's it - the triumphant song at the time of victory must be worth shouting out!"
Every part of his body was covered by the golem. Twice the berserker tried to stand up. Despite being covered in armor made of rock, bronze, and steel, he continued to move forward.
Go forward, go forward, and keep going forward. Although the Red Berserker is a fool, he is not a lost being.
Through his nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, he understood—just ahead, the tyrant was waiting.
"Mm, it's beautiful. Caster, no need to be modest. Your golem is really well done. It's just that the berserker is a heretic."
"...!"
The Crimson Berserker accelerated his advance. He peeled off the layers of golems that covered his eyes and saw that thing for sure.
"It's you—"
"That's right. Red Berserker, if it is the power you seek, then I am the one who stands at the top of it."
"Ohhh, ohhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The red berserker leaped for joy and stretched out his arms. Just a little more and his hand would reach the head of the tyrant. Always, no matter when, after such suffering, there was always glory and joy without a cloud. The theory of the berserker was perfect and complete. No one could find any flaws.
However, the berserker forgot something important. What awaits at the end of that suffering is a miserable death and a cruel end.
The berserker charged forward. The one who looked at him with frozen eyes was the black berserker, Vlad III. He was a hero who dominated the world in Romania and slaughtered all his enemies. And the name that his enemies called him with fear was -
"Kazikli Bey!"
As Vlad III made this declaration, the nearby land bulged.
"Tyrant, I will crush you... and crush you to pieces!"
Undaunted by the weight of the golem, the berserker raised his sword. Unexpectedly, a sharp stake pierced his arm. Even though it didn't hurt, the stake forcibly stopped him from moving.
"I have spent my life fighting rebels like you. I have slain them, impaled them, and left them to rot. But—"
The rafters, which were several meters long, pierced through the golem's body. Vlad III only performed a rough operation on the rafters to "avoid the spirit core". Although he made some efforts to ensure that he would not die, he did not see the need to torture his spirit.
It would be a pity to die, but if one is lucky enough to survive, a worse hell will be waiting for the berserker.
The body below the knees was transformed into a spirit, countless golems covered the whole body, and everything except the heart and brain was pierced - even so, the berserker was still moving. In order to defeat the imminent tyrant. This was not something that could be dismissed with words like hatred and delusion.
That's right. Vlad III wanted to confirm his belief even at the cost of sacrificing half of the golems. Was he a foolish savage who was content with just rebelling against power, or was he still engraved with a bottom line in his heart that he would never give up, even if he went crazy
Phew, the Archduke exclaimed with satisfaction.
"After facing you like this, I finally understand. Your rebellion is a manifestation of your proud soul. No matter what the time, you will never sit idly by and watch the strong trample on the weak. You fight to make the strong become the weak."
It's not "for" the weak. That kind of hypocritical reason is not something the Berserker can reach. He just wholeheartedly -
"Do you dream of a world of equality? You are not a dreamer, but a fanatic. For the first time, I want to pay respect to the existence of a rebel. And, I'm sorry for you."
Vlad III snapped his fingers and Avisbronn beside him stepped forward.
"Let me convert your rebellion. Red Berserker, from now on we will be your masters."
"... "
The Berserker's smile disappeared. The Red Berserker looked at the Black Berserker with a sad and angry expression. The words he declared were "servitude". For the Berserker, this was humiliation and despair beyond death.
"So-"
Avisbron coldly gave orders to the golems that were suppressing the berserkers. They immediately turned into fluid and tightly wrapped around the berserkers along with the rafters. Even the rebellious hero Spartacus could not escape from this stone prison.
After that, Vlad III lost interest in the berserkers. Now that they were under his command, he was no longer fighting against the black side, but the red side. For him, that was enough.
Facing the returning Vlad III, Astolfo shouted:
"Well, there's nothing for me to do next, so I'll leave now!"
So, Astolfo hurriedly returned to the fortress in spirit form. Of course, he was taking advantage of this situation. In such a short period of time, it was not possible to take care of a mere android. This was a good opportunity.
PS: Trap alia, rank D.
Originally held by the knight Algaria of the Kingdom of Katai, the golden spear has low lethality, but can force the opponent's body below the knees to become a spirit or make them fall. No matter where it touches the body (even if it touches armor woven with magic power), the spear will forcibly cut off the magic power supply below the knees, making it impossible to reconstruct the body for a period of time.
As a result, Algaria defeated all knights of his level in the jousting, including Astolfo. After falling off his horse, one knight chose to draw his sword instead of surrendering. Algaria had no choice but to fight with his sword, but was defeated and fled. Algaria believed too much in the power of the spear, so he made a promise to the person who defeated him that he would give his sister Angelica (the beautiful woman who later drove Roland crazy) to him.
Angelica disappears after realizing her brother's disadvantageous situation. When the imperial competition falls into chaos, Astolfo, whose own gun is broken, steals Algaria's gun... and borrows it without telling him.