Magician in Type-Moon

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Is it Berserker?

Chapter 122 Assassinating the King, Killing the Emperor

Did Berserker also attack when Mordred was attacking?

Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?

But I didn't feel this way when dealing with Mordred's offensive before...

Moreover, their skills are completely different... the differences are enormous...

But that thrust... a sword thrust and a spear thrust... it was really too strange...

A flicker of doubt crossed Artoria's mind, but she had no time to think about it.

She continued to clash with Mordred, the clash of swords exploding into dazzling sparks on the illusory battlefield, each exchange filled with killing intent and determination.

Mordred's attacks remained fierce, her sword tip crackling with red lightning, each strike aimed directly at Artoria's vitals.

Artoria responded calmly, each counterattack precise and powerful, trying to find Mordred's weakness.

Just then, Artoria felt that strange shock again, and this time, she was even more certain of her feelings.

This is not a mere illusion; the real Berserker is also launching an equally fierce attack.

However, Mordred and Gilles de Rais are completely different people, with significant differences in their fighting styles and the weapons they use.

However, the feeling of piercing through everything made Artoria connect the two.

At this moment, Artoria was fighting in two worlds simultaneously, or perhaps she was indeed fighting in two worlds.

This immense sense of being torn apart has put Artoria at a complete disadvantage.

She could only defend, but in this situation, it was almost impossible to defend against attacks from two different weapons.

Even if they use the same attack method, the difference between a sword and a gun is huge.

The length of the weapon itself, as well as the blade length, determine the different points she needs to defend.

Take slashing as an example.

Mordred and Gilles de Rais both swung their swords in the same way. When facing a spear, Mordred only needed to defend against the blade, but when facing a sword, he had to defend against the entire blade.

When Mordred's sword swept across, Artoria had to use her holy sword to defend herself with all her might to prevent being cleaved in two.

Every movement of the blade carried a ferocious power and deadly precision; Mordred's swordsmanship was almost identical to Artoria's.

However, Mordred's swordsmanship is more unrestrained, with wide, sweeping strokes that emphasize power and explosiveness.

Each swing was full of destructive power, as if it wanted to completely crush anything that stood in its way.

On the contrary, Artoria takes a combined approach of orthodox and unorthodox methods, using orthodox methods to achieve victory and unorthodox methods to achieve victory.

More refined and precise, every movement has been honed through countless training sessions and battles, accurate to the millimeter.

However, at this moment, facing the combined offensive of Mordred and Gilles de Rais, her exquisite swordsmanship seemed somewhat inadequate.

After enduring wave after wave of slashes and thrusts, Artoria now appeared somewhat disheveled.

Although she was protected by magical armor, the sharpness of the holy sword and the magic spear could not be stopped by mere armor.

Each collision caused her body to tremble slightly, and the cracks on her magic silver armor gradually increased.

Artoria knew that if things continued like this, her defenses would eventually be completely breached.

Mordred's sword flashed again, and Artoria raised her sword to meet it. The blades clashed, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Meanwhile, Gilles de Rais in real life was not to be outdone, and his spear suddenly struck her side.

Artoria dodged to the side, but was still grazed by the tip of the spear, and blood seeped from the wound.

She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and continued to defend.

Mordred's unrestrained swordsmanship intertwined with Gilles de Rais's precise attacks, each strike putting immense pressure on Artoria.

Another side slash, which Artoria once again dodged by ducking thanks to her excellent intuition.

But the offensive is not over yet.

The Mordred in the illusion and Gilles de Rais in reality are like Jaeger pilots in the future movie, Pacific Rim.

Their synchronization rate has reached an unbelievable 100%.

No, it has already broken through the limit, it's two hundred, three hundred... I don't even know how many anymore, it has already exceeded the limit!

At this moment, Mordred made a pose that could never be seen in swordsmanship!

That's a 'counterattack' tactic!

Mordred was a warrior who grew stronger with each battle, and now that she was suppressing Artoria in the fight, her heart was filled with even more unbridled joy.

Emotions have a magical power, just like hormones, no, adrenaline.

His body was in a state of extreme excitement, and he was now almost as skilled in martial arts as Lancelot of the Knights of the Round Table.

That is a martial arts skill that has reached the pinnacle of unparalleled skill, where mind, technique and body are completely integrated into one, and the infinite martial arts training is A+!

"It's been so long since I've had this much fun!"

"Cool!"

At this moment, whether it's swordsmanship, spearmanship, or archery, even if you're holding a giant axe, you can apply them all. This is what is meant by mastering and integrating them.

While it may not reach the level of Hercules's ability to shoot down a hundred heads, it is already enough!

Just as Artoria ducked to dodge the side slash, Mordred swiftly reversed the blade with an almost impossible twist.

He thrust a "reverse sword" towards Artoria's heart.

This move was swift and deadly; it was the Sword of the Assassin, filled with Mordred's wildness and killing intent!

The extreme lightning, like a rainbow-colored torrent, rushed down, carrying the force of an army.

Before Artoria could even regain her footing, she felt a bone-chilling cold, not from right in front of her... no, it was right in front of her!

A lifetime of honed intuition relentlessly rang alarm bells within Artoria's body, sounding the alarm! Quickly, even faster! Defend!

Otherwise... you'll die!

At this moment, the prophesied red dragon—the heart of the Crimson Dragon representing the kingly way—roared, and magical energy was rapidly drawn from Kiritsugu Emiya's body, transformed by the heart of the Crimson Dragon into POWER!

The energy flowed through her entire body! The depleted magic was replenished!

Her A+ Agility, granted by Kiritsugu Emiya as her Master, makes her reactions incredibly fast!

There's still time!

While Mordred's Assassin's Blade was still some distance away from Artoria, Artoria completed the process of absorbing magic, converting magic into magic, and releasing magic ahead of schedule.

He quickly adjusted his posture, held the holy sword horizontally in front of him, gripped it tightly with both hands, and gathered magic power in the holy sword—the Excalibur. The magic power was rapidly poured into the blade, and the blade emitted a dazzling light.

Block in advance!

Such actions seem illogical in every way, because even in a game, blocking or parrying prematurely is a sign of not grasping the timing well.

This is a mistake only a complete novice would make, and such an action would be fatal in real-world combat.

Before the swords even clashed, this undoubtedly gave Mordred another opportunity to change his tactics.

But it doesn't matter, this stance wasn't originally intended to defend against Mordred's Assassin's Blade.

Rather, it was to guard against a real "counterattack" that had already been brewing in reality!

The advantages of polearms were on full display at this moment. With speed and power perfectly combined, Gilles de Rais's killing spear had already reached Artoria's side before Mordred could reach it.

Chapter 123 The Hunt

In that instant, Artoria's figure spun rapidly like a phantom on the battlefield, and she swung the holy sword fiercely.

Her sword clashed with Gilles de Rais's spear, producing a piercing metallic clang.

A shockwave of magic erupted between the two, instantly scattering the surrounding black mud and karmic fire.

A vibrant, crimson flower of blood bloomed between the intertwined swordsmen and madmen—and then vanished in an instant.

Both sides remain steadfast, and their will to fight the enemy has not diminished in the slightest.

Both of their spirits are still alive.

The reason the outcome is still uncertain is because Artoria made a timely assessment of the situation at the very last moment.

She barely had time to cause the sprint trajectory to deviate even slightly.

As a result, the black flag spear that was originally meant to pierce Artoria did not penetrate her chest, but only pierced her left arm.

Artoria's raised golden sword also slipped slightly, failing to injure Gilles de Rais in any vital areas.

The slashing sword tip struck Gilles de Rais's left arm... coincidentally, both men were wounded in the same spot.

"They're really troublesome; they're clearly already deeply trapped in an illusion."

Gilles de Rais looked at Artoria with a sorrowful smile, seemingly unconcerned about the wound on his inner arm where a piece of flesh had been cut off, his eyes flashing with fanaticism.

The illusion of blazing inferno not only affected Artoria, but also stirred up the resentment in Gilles de Rais's heart.

The Berserker class's impact on Servants goes beyond just increased strength; the madness acts like an over-limit stimulant, making Gilles de Rais's emotions even more uncontrollable.

The phantom of Joan of Arc in his mind kept overlapping and superimposing with the figure of Artoria, making Gilles de Rais's consciousness become blurred.

The painful memories were intertwined with the battles of reality, making it impossible for him to figure out who the enemy in front of him really was.

“Joan of Arc…no…it’s Artoria…” His voice was low and hoarse, filled with confusion and contradiction.

The blond knight before him was both his friend and his enemy, a conflict that tormented his soul.

At that moment, as Mordred charged forward with his Assassin's Blade, he saw Artoria quickly adjust her fighting stance, preparing to block in advance.

A sinister smile flashed in Mordred's eyes; she knew all too well what such a preemptive block meant.

She quickly changed her move, the tip of the demonic sword 'Clarent' now angled, intending to break through Artoria's defense with lightning speed.

This practice is a complete departure from or even a betrayal of chivalry. Only those who constantly fight and kill can learn swordsmanship that exists solely for survival and slaughter.

No one but her has learned this skill; no one but her is suited to this kind of technique.