It was originally supposed to be a battle in the mythical level, where the world and the earth were changing at every turn, but now it has gradually come to an end.
To describe it in one word...yes, at the end of a strong crossbow.
Diarmuid, before Fujimaru Ritsuka and others came, had already fought alone in the burning Fuyuki until he was exhausted.
A servant who loses his master is like a marathon with no end... He doesn't know where to stop the pace of fighting, and can only linger on for breath.
Losing his arm during the fight with Saber was undoubtedly the biggest loss.
Diarmuid, who was originally proficient in dual-gun technology, had his combat effectiveness greatly reduced. He could only use one magic gun with two effects.
If my arms were healthy, I could probably buy more time, right?
Diarmuid couldn't help but think pessimistically. The two-and-a-half-meter-tall giant opposite was too exaggerated. He seemed to be completely tirelessly waving the equally exaggerated ax and sword in his hand, which was lead gray and iron black, like a whirlwind.
It was so raging that Diarmuid was not allowed to step in.
Berserkers will lose their rationality. Therefore, the fighting skills of Berserkers are generally not as good as before. However, the giant in front of him is no doubt skilled in combat skills. Axes, swords, wrists, and even knees and ankles are all deadly weapons. Dilumu
Duo tried to attack around his ribs, but he crushed the ground with his foot. The broken rocks hindered his sprint. As a result, taking advantage of the momentary sluggishness, the giant displayed incomprehensible agility and adjusted his posture.
With such skillful combat skills, he must have been a great hero in mythology during his lifetime.
It's a pity that I can only be with him on this occasion...
Diarmuid looked around, and all he could see was a charred black color, burning red rolling on the remains of the building, and pitch black smoke billowing up.
It's a pity that I can only deal with him who is irrational...
Diarmuid's eyes were fixed on the enemy on the opposite side again, and his remaining wrist tightened his grip on the remaining red spear.
No matter what kind of fake moves he makes, he can't deceive the experience of this violent giant. I'm afraid he has a skill like mind's eye and can see through his own moves.
Then...just hit everything with the next blow.
Diarmuid thought this, the green figure took a few steps back, dwarfed his body, and the berserker's blow cut the building behind him in half, and the broken masonry flew into the air.
"Okay! Got it!"
Diarmuid smiled with joy from the bottom of his heart. An irrational opponent would not be able to understand the meaning of this smile.
Confident, proud, and extremely happy.
I saw Diarmuid dwarfing his body, taking two steps, jumping up, and attacking the Berserker!
"Ouch————"
As if ignited by Diarmuid's fighting spirit, the berserker also roared into the sky, his exaggerated arms got into the simple sword, and he swung it with a roar.
However, it missed.
Because, Diarmuid moved his position in mid-air.
He used the stones broken by the berserker as a point of strength and managed to escape the enemy's attack range!
Because I have lost my rationality, it is difficult to understand this tactical move.
The mobility and flexibility that Diarmuid is proud of as a lancer finally shines at this moment.
The opponent's previous attack had just made a wedding dress for him. Using the remains of a large building as a foothold, Diarmuid cautiously waited for the last opportunity.
That is...
Boom!
Of course, the Berserker will not ignore the enemy! He hits nothing with one strike, and the second strike will naturally chase Diarmuid! The target is naturally Diarmuid's foothold!
The exaggerated sound just now was the wail of the wreckage being shattered in mid-air.
However, this is enough.
Because the battle is over.
Diarmuid rushed toward the enemy's ax and sword as the bricks and stones shattered.
He himself is also a servant with an eye. As long as he sees the battle situation, he will naturally predict the most suitable attack trajectory in his mind.
The target of this attack is the heart, which is very important to the servant.
However, after all, the distance between the two of them was too close, and the berserker was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He raised his ax and sword with all his strength, and the sound of the wind breaking around him was enough to scare people.
And Diarmuid's left leg received this blow firmly.
Blood.
Diarmuid's left leg completely disappeared. It was as if there was no such structure at all. The incision was extremely sharp and the gurgling red color was the only proof.
Blood.
However, the same was true for the enemy in this regard. Diarmuid's attack hit him right in the heart.
But this time it was different from before. He found the ribs and the gaps between the ribs and attacked with all his strength toward the heart! The red tip of the spear finally touched the enemy's equally red vitals.
Then, it penetrated easily.
Diarmuid's red spear has the effect of cutting off magic power. As long as it touches a vital point, it's over.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
The arrogant giant made a dull low sound and stopped quietly.
However, he did not die.
Diarmuid understood this.
Because the servant does not belong to this world. Once the magic power is exhausted and disappears, it will turn into golden particles and return to the Seat of Heroes.
But the giant in front of him didn't have the slightest intention of doing so.
A terrible thought appeared in Diarmuid's mind.
"Could it be said...that this giant possesses a Noble Phantasm that can regenerate itself?"
Thinking of this, Diarmuid looked at the Berserker's heart. Sure enough, the body that had been cut open was gradually recovering.
However, once the magic power touches the body of the red gun, it will quickly disintegrate. However, the collapsed magic power will soon reorganize and try to repair the body...and so on.
Diarmuid was glad in his heart, considering that he was an inch longer and an inch stronger, he used a red spear to fight against the enemy. It was really a coincidence.
"Unfortunately, I no longer have the strength to continue fighting..."
Diarmuid smiled sadly and lost an arm and a leg. For a warrior, it would be too fatal. Moreover, the red spear must be pierced in the enemy's heart to hinder the magic treatment, but how long can this last?
All we can do is delay as much time as possible.
Diarmuid's current condition was in an extremely bad state, with only the beep-bop-bop sound of burning flames around him, which in turn accentuated his sense of fear.
He was afraid that there was an assassin with the ability to block breath lurking around him. If he died, naturally, the binding effect of the Noble Phantasm would disappear.
Diarmuid looked around, slowly picked up his yellow spear, and jumped towards the river bank step by step.
This is...a suspicious tactic.
What would Hassan think if he came back here and found that the berserker had a gun stuck in his heart? He would definitely think that he had won. But since he couldn't see himself on the battlefield and left his precious phantom here, he would probably think that this was
A trap set by oneself.
How long can we buy?
He doesn't know either.
But...it can take a while.
He walked towards the river without any fear and hid his body in the cold lake water.
The water surface of the Blood Bar is dyed blood red. Unfortunately, there is red everywhere here, so it is not very obvious.
"That's all I can help you with. The future of mankind is up to you."
It wasn't until Diarmuid was completely hidden in the water that a skinny man wearing a black robe and a skull mask appeared on a tall building not far away. Silently, he walked towards the Berserker's [corpse].