Thank You! People Are Collapsing, Not Yet Lost

"Got you."

The man who looked like a beast raised the spear in his hand like a torture tool.

The sharp point of the gun carries the low temperature of death.

"The one in red!"

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Berserker is a very scary monster.

Assassin had this perception at the first sight of the berserker.

He was wearing a half-covered leather armor that seemed to be steaming with black mist, and his bare chest was covered with crimson runes.

A bright red cape like blood-soaked thorns was wrapped around his neck, and under the cape was a cape with dark red runes written on it.

There are sharp spines protruding on the wrist, like the unique organs of the legendary evil beasts, which are convenient for killing.

And behind him, the huge tail that should not appear on human beings is swaying, and the scarlet and sharp thorns extending from the end of the tail are like a human weapon like the tip of a spear.

Just by looking at it, you will feel a terrifying and suffocating bloody aura rushing towards your face.

Such a role is obviously not something that he can solve by himself.

Assassin, whose ability parameters were completely crushed by Berserker, immediately retreated after hearing the order of Emiya Kiritsugu, fleeing without turning his head.

Only Lancer, the son of the sun god, could face off against Berserker on their side.

But sometimes, running away is not an easy job.

His escape speed with agility C is a bit slow for a berserker with agility A+.

"Hehe, dare to provoke me, but don't fight with me, and even want to avoid fighting by escaping."

"Don't you think you're too beautiful in red clothes?"

Filled with the smell of blood, it sounded like rusted iron pieces rubbing against each other, and the sound came from a distance, stimulating Assassin's nerves.

Then, there was the terrifying sound of the atmosphere being torn apart.

The man with a ferocious smile like a beast poured power into his hands, and threw the spear that looked like a torture tool.

It's not a magic spear that reverses cause and effect. It's simply a throwing weapon that has been infused with great power and is flying out without even having too much magic blessing.

Undisturbed.

If you ignore its speed and the strength of the arm that throws it.

However, the speed of the shot and the master's arm strength are obviously not something that can be ignored.

Like the most deadly poisonous snake, the magic spear blessed by the mighty force hit the abdomen of Assassin, who was trying to escape the battlefield, accurately and venomously.

The dull sound of torn flesh reverberated in the air, assassin's body was leaping like a swallow shot in the stomach by a shotgun.

A penetrating attack like the Noble Phantasm King of Piercer, when he leaped in the air, it suddenly hit him from the bottom up, knocking him down directly.

Then, the scarlet magic spear returned to Berserker's hands spontaneously, as if alive.

"You guy..."

The young man in red clutched his pierced abdomen, adjusted his posture in mid-air with difficulty, and managed to land smoothly.

Dripping blood seeped out from between his fingers, soaking the dark red holy corpse cloth.

During the time it barely landed, the man who retrieved his spear, like a predator in the jungle or forest, silently rushed from a few kilometers away to a place less than [-] meters away from Assassin.

assassin could even smell the faint smell of blood on his body.

This guy doesn't look like a hero at all, but looks like a beast lurking in the jungle or desert.

A beast that sucks blood with molars and kills like numbness.

assassin made sure of this.

Although he doesn't know who Berserker is, he can be sure that this is definitely the attitude of a certain hero after his rampage.

With a wry smile, he asked his adoptive father a question through recitation.

"What is the numerical shortcoming of berserker?"

Because the job agency is an assassin, his attributes that were originally not high were cut by a knife.

Fortunately, assassin made his fortune by pirating the treasure of the king, even if his attributes were cut, as long as it wasn't too cruel, it wouldn't have a big impact on him.

As long as the Noble Phantasm of restraint is projected against the opponent's weakness and dragged, it is not difficult to escape while fighting, and then find a chance to escape.

But the next moment, Emiya Kiritsugu's voice made his expression freeze.

"Flee! That is not an opponent that can be dealt with with brute force. If you fight against him, you will definitely die!!"

"Don't try to escape... idiot, if you don't die, it will affect my victory record."

The terrifyingly ferocious beast, holding the magic spear, slowly approached Assassin.

The next moment, the muscles of Berserker's gun-carrying arm suddenly swelled, and the magic gun named "Gáe Bolg" turned into a red light.

Assassin instinctively jumped to the side, barely dodging this unforeseen surprise attack, his posture was awkward.

But before he could stand still, he suddenly felt darkness in front of him, as if the light of the street lamp was blocked by something.

He raised his head blankly, and found that someone who was still dozens of meters away just now appeared in front of him silently.

The next moment, the magic spear, like a blood-soaked thorn, slammed into Assassin's chest.

There is no doubt that if the spear that is full of spikes is drawn to the stomach, it will definitely be seriously injured.

Magic is not really good, but in projection magic, Assassin, who is really strong to the extreme, chanted a spell in his heart.

In Assassin's hand, two rays of light flashed, one black and one white dagger appeared in his hand, holding back the magic spear's swipe at the last moment.

But this blow was still too fierce. The difference in muscle strength caused him to slide about a meter away from the ground, and his entire arm was numb.

During the time when his arm was paralyzed, Berserker took another step forward and came to him.

He must stop his next move or he will die! !

Thinking like this, Assassin suddenly projected dozens of sharp swords, and threw them fiercely in the direction of Berserker.

At this distance, even Lancer, the most agile among the three knights, could hardly dodge so many attacks, and could only retreat to protect himself.

However, Berserker did not back away, but continued to move forward.

In Assassin's unbelievable eyes, Berserker just shook his body easily, and the sharp blades shot at Berserker, without exception, all brushed past him.

Blessing of Avoidance: Defense against projectiles.

The ability that Cu Chulainn was born with.

It is considered that as long as the target of the attack is identified with its eyes, it is possible to evade any long-range attack, even a Noble Phantasm.

Unless the opposing throwing weapon is a wide-area type attack that explodes when hit, it can't hurt him in the slightest.

Berserker, who easily escaped the Noble Phantasm projected by Assassin, simply clenched his fist, and then exerted force. Berserker's rapid straight fist rolled up a storm, hitting Assassin's abdomen like a battering ram.

Assassin's body tumbled on the ground, bouncing like water, and then hit the outer wall of a family's house, smashing it to pieces.

Berserker then raised the spear in his hand and pointed at the man in red who had been hit by the job agency, ready to give him the final blow.

Then, a rather cold voice sounded from the other side.

"My master doesn't want assassin to die here, so stop here, berserker."

Berserker, who was about to deliver the final blow to Assassin, frowned slightly, then looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

It was a handsome man with an indifferent expression and sharp eyes.

The hair that grows at will, remains transparent and white.His eyes were as sharp as a sharpened blade, and the red stone inlaid on the exposed chest also complemented each other, brewing a lustrous color.

But the most striking thing was the golden armor that seemed to be integrated with the body, rather than wrapping around the body, radiating divine brilliance.

Each part is so beautiful, but when combined it gives an endless sense of crisis.

is a strong enemy.

The smile on the corner of Berserker's mouth, who vaguely sensed that he was of the same origin in the other party, but had a slightly higher aura than himself, became more and more mad.

This is the enemy, not the mere prey.

"What if I say no?"

The berserker held the inconceivably gorgeous long spear that was taller than himself, with obvious provocation in his voice.

He doesn't like fighting or fighting, but he enjoys the victory that will ravage strong enemies.

That is the meaning of his existence.

"That will knock you out."

The Son of the Sun God, who has dual roles, spoke to the warrior who had a similar divinity to himself, but was much more manic.

Are you going to beat yourself up?

"If you can do it, try it!!"

Listening to such words, the scarlet in Berserker's eyes became more and more intense, and his face showed unprecedented madness.

The black and red evil energy on the long spear held by him also became more and more intense, and the maliciousness that killed people broke out without reservation.

Seeing this, the long spear in the hands of the warrior who can be called Lancer also brought a dazzling golden light.

The dazzling, dazzling, and incomparably brilliant flames began to rise, and the extremely high temperature caused the surrounding air to be distorted.

"Bang————!"

In the loud collision, the hot spear and the blackened magic spear handed over.

Without too much communication, the battle between the spearmen and the berserkers begins here.

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ps1: I feel like I forgot how to write about battles (Wangtian)

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