The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Seeing that Lancelot was unstable because of Berserker's attack, there was a gap, and I made a decision without hesitation.

"Κλείδωμα·Ραδιόφωνο!"

The magic power was poured, and the throwing knife between the fingertips was thrown out, and the six cold beams were divided into two groups, one group shot at Berserker's eyes, and the other group shot at the white girl watching the battle.

"what!"

As if she was taken aback by my actions, Illia showed an unbelievable look on her face, and then she raised her hand and fired a few magic bullets, a little embarrassed to avoid the throwing knife I shot.

But she didn't even retreat all over. One of my throwing knives cut off a few strands of hair on one side of her, and by the way, cut a not too deep cut in her face.

——Oh oh... the picture is broken, you are really ruthless.

It's a fool to not be cruel!

——Don’t you call yourself a gentleman?How about demeanor?Where is the demeanor?

Sorry, I am an absolute egoist.If I want to talk about demeanor, let me make sure that my life is not in danger.

——Convex=.=|||

"!!!"

A silent roar sounded, and the tightness of the air instantly rose to a level.

Berserker, who shot me at his throwing knife directly with his hand, noticed the situation on Ilia's side, and immediately rushed towards me with the huge sword in his hand.

Damn it, it's too fast!

Although I started to retreat quickly when I shot the throwing knife, it was obvious that my speed could not be compared with the group of non-human Servants, and only a few short breaths had been caught up by Berserker.

"Chang!"

On the other side, Lancelot, who had adjusted his state while I shot the flying knife to block Berserker's gap, flew forward and blocked Berserker again: "Master, take advantage of me to hold him, go! "

Sword and sword clash violently.

Even though he was suppressed by Berserker's sword, Lancelot still did not slow down the sword in his hand.

Although it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, he didn't take the initiative to take a step back when he faced Berserker.

In his eyes, there was only the big sword like a whirlwind, and with techniques beyond ordinary people's imagination, one by one, he took it, bounced back, and slashed from the front.

Then, very abruptly, Lancelot took the initiative to take a step back for the first time.

And it was this just right step that made Berserker's blow all go away, just destroying the surroundings like a typhoon.

Then, in the gap.

Amidst the waving whirlwind and the rising clods, Lancelot took a step forward and handed out a sword to Berserker.

The body of Berserker, who had not shaken so far, swayed and lost its balance because of Lancelot's clever force.

The whirlwind swept across with no choice.

Regarding this, Lancelot jumped back and flashed, holding the big sword in his hand again, and struck Berserker's exposed knee with a very simple diagonal slash.

All of them are matched in the right way. This completely washes away the prosperous spirit, and when it settles to the extreme, it reveals elegant sword skills everywhere.

There is no other technique that can surpass this, or it is not too much to call it a "skill".

Seeing this battle that was ultimately unattainable with the flesh and blood of ordinary people, the suffocation caused by the emergency situation just now has disappeared.

Moreover, to be honest, it is even fascinating.

In the black whirlwind with overwhelming power that will inevitably turn into flesh as long as it touches, there is a knight who does not hesitate to challenge the enemy with his own skills.

That is, an elegant and outstanding posture is revealed in the simplicity.

If you insist on describing it, it should be the flowing silver light wandering in the dark.

"Ενισχυμένη·Κλείδωμα·Ραδιόφωνο!" (Tianyin: Greek, meaning "strengthen·lock·shoot".)

I seized this opportunity to lighten up the enchanted god words on the surface of the sword with magic power, and then ejected under the guidance of magic.

Take the black giant's temple and throat straight.

If an ordinary target is used as a reference object, it is basically possible to penetrate even the rock plate if it is shot by this enhanced flying knife.

However, it was useless.

Even if it is a house constructed of reinforced concrete, it can basically be attacked by being shot. It falls on the black giant, but it does not bring any effect.

"……monster……"

Staring at the result dumbfounded, I had a real feeling instead.

What the black giant Berserker possesses is not the dimensional sense of solidity of "strongness"-but the "immortal" body guarded by the laws compiled by magic.

Yes, it means "immortality".

With complete immunity to engineering-level magic, the divine body obtained through the twelve trials, in a sense, should be the treasure held by Berserker.

"?!"

Just when I hesitated again whether I needed to fire a throwing knife at Ilia who was watching the battle again-judging from the results just now, if it was Ilia, I would definitely be injured by my flying shot-suddenly A bit of chills enveloped my body.

This feeling...sniper...snap?!

Quickly looked around, and then the strengthened left eye caught a white-haired and red-clothed figure holding a bow and arrow at a height of about 500 meters in the distance.

"...!!!"

It was too late to activate the "see through" of the left eye, but instinctively felt the icy cold from the bottom of my heart--that thing...the thing that was held on the bow gave me a signal of "extreme danger".

His goal is not just Berserker!

After judging this in an instant, I rushed from the side to the battlefield where Lancelot and Berserker fought without hesitation.

"Knight! Get out!!"

"What?! Master!"

Obviously, I didn't expect that I would suddenly cut into the battlefield. Lancelot's face was full of astonishment, but then he reacted and took a blow from Berserker with his left arm and quickly retreated to my side.

"Ενισχυμένη·Άμυνα·Ασπίδα·Υπέρθεση!" (Tianyin: Greek, meaning "strengthen·defense·shield·superimposition".)