Berserker struggled to crawl out, and the hard armor on his chest was dented. Together with the sternum inside, it was like being hit by a battering ram. The thick blood mixed with the steel fragments fell to the ground, converging into a
Blood puddle.
However, this injury was not enough to kill him, but instead made Berserker fall into a manic state.
He casually grabbed the deformed container, and the dark magic spread over it, assimilating it into a Noble Phantasm, and threw it at Mikael.
"[Knights will not die with bare hands], which is a really interesting ability."
With the rapidly enlarging Noble Phantasm container reflected in his eyes, Mikael stood there calmly, not even moving a step.
Just when it was about to hit him, the menacing container suddenly stopped in mid-air, losing all kinetic and potential energy, like a bug sealed in amber. It disappeared silently in the next moment, as if it had never
Nothing has ever happened before.
Kirshtalia blinked her eyes and looked at the scene that happened in front of her in stunned silence.
If the magic power was released before, he could understand it to some extent, but the scene that happened in front of him, even if he tried to think about it, he still couldn't understand what happened.
He could be sure that Mikael did not use any magic formula, and there was not even a fluctuation of magic power. The container stopped on its own and then disappeared suddenly. Even magic could not do this.
"gaaaaa——!"
Berserker roared and rushed forward, with a sword also entwined with dark and ominous magic appearing in his hand. It was a sword entrusted to humans by the elves in the lake. It was even comparable to the Sword of Victory in terms of toughness, but Lancelot
He once killed the Knights of the Round Table with this sword, so he lost the qualifications of a holy sword and was classified as a magic sword.
Although he lost all his sanity due to his madness, his superb skills as a warrior were deeply imprinted in this body. Not only did he not fade away with the disappearance of his sanity, but he was fully utilized.
In just the blink of an eye, he swung the sword hundreds of times, each blow accurately hitting Mikael's throat, heart, head and other vital parts.
However, the sword blade in his hand did not have the familiar feeling of being chopped into the flesh. It seemed as if it was chopping at the impregnable wall of Camelot. The huge backlash almost made [Remorseless Lake Light] escape from his hand.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that there is a faint azure blue light covering Mikael's body surface. Berserker's storm-like attacks were perfectly resisted by this layer of light, making them all useless.
This is the magic barrier that Mikael favors the most. It comes from the mystery of the empire. As long as the magic power is enough, it can resist all attacks.
However, it is not his character to be passively beaten. A sharp sword also appeared in Mikael's hand, and the cold silver light cut into the dark wave, disrupting the continuous offensive. For a moment, the silver and
The black courts are fighting against each other, and it is difficult to distinguish them.
The dilapidated streets were completely reduced to rubble. The hurricane caused by the magic collision almost wiped away a layer of the ground. The harsh sound of gas explosions echoed under the night sky. If an ordinary person came close to this place, they would probably faint in an instant.
In the contest of martial arts, Lancelot, as a Knight of the Round Table, was actually at a disadvantage. In other words, this was not a fair contest in the first place. His attacks could not hurt Mikael at all, and every time Mikael struck, he was at a disadvantage.
It took him a lot of effort to eliminate it.
The beast's instinct allowed Berserker to sense that the magician on the opposite side was not serious, but was teasing him like a pet. The knight's instinct in his body made him feel extremely humiliated.
"aaaaaaa————!!"
He roared, drained every ounce of magic power in his body, and launched an even more violent offensive, trying to overwhelm Mikael.
………
………
“Uhhhhhh——!”
Severe pain filled his whole body, fingers, brain, nerves, internal organs... This pain was like a surging tide, hitting his increasingly chaotic spirit one after another.
It doesn't matter now whether it is Matou Kariya who can feel pain, or whether the concept of pain is attached to the being named "Matou Kariya".
It doesn't matter which part is hurting, why it hurts, and why I have to feel such pain.
He lay curled up on the ground, his eyes had already lost their luster, his mouth was wide open, saliva and snot flowed out unconsciously, and the withered skin squirmed like the bark of a dry tree. That was the pain of the engraving insect.
His body was twisting and turning, which was also the source of his pain.
Because Berserker was fighting fiercely with Mikael, and the magic power required was far greater than the magic power he could supply, so the imprinted insects that had been drained of a large amount of magic power were struggling painfully, biting Matou Kariya's body.
Every piece of flesh and blood brings endless pain.
But there is nothing that can be done about it. If he can win the Holy Grail War, he can take Sakura away from that dirty insect lair. He has no future, but Sakura... Sakura is still young.
We can't let her... and have no future.
Perhaps because he was thinking of Sakura, Matou Kariya regained a trace of clarity in his blurred mind under the wash of pain.
[I can't, I can't let Berserker continue fighting, I have to use the command spell to force... and summon him back.]
Matou Kariya panted heavily, stared at the bright red command spell on the back of his right hand, and spoke intermittently with breathless breath.
"With the command spell...ahem..."
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, with insects squirming inside. He could feel that the magic channel connected to Berserker was suddenly broken, and the command spell on the back of his hand dimmed, no longer as bright as before.
"Damn it... cough cough... I want to win the Holy Grail... cough cough cough cough, I want to take Sakura... cough cough cough cough cough..."
Accompanied by a violent cough, more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Perhaps he got rid of Berserker, a mana-consuming man, as if his body suddenly relaxed under the mountains. This sharp contrast made him faint in an instant.
I don’t know how long it has been,
"This guy should be the Master, or a former Master. He looks quite miserable!"
Shishi Jiejieli squatted down and examined the back of Matou Kariya's right hand. Seeing his miserable appearance, he couldn't help but smack his lips.
"Tsk, there's still one breath left, so let's help him relieve his pain. As a reward, his body can be put to good use."
"Wait a minute, my lord, this magician has other values. We can get information about the Holy Grail War from his mouth."
"After he dies, wouldn't it be okay to use seance magic?"
"No, no, this man may play a greater role if he is alive. This is the intuition of the military advisor."
Chen Gong shook his head, fiddled with the bamboo slips in his hand, and said with confidence.