"Holy Lance! Pull the anchor——!! Now is the time to awaken."
The King riding the white horse flew into the sky once more. At the same time, the silver lance in her hand began to slowly release its restraints, revealing its true golden body. That golden light, like gold or precious gems, slowly spilled outwards into the surroundings. The Holy Lance held high in the sky was as dazzling as the sun.
"Beyond the sky, to the far corners of the earth, it is the Wedge of Light that stands at the World's End! [Rhongomyniad]!!"
The King holding the Holy Lance sped down from the sky. At this moment, the Holy Lance in her hand was like a divine judgment falling from the heavens. The golden light took the form of a massive cone, plummeting towards the location of Berserker—Darius III.
All Heroic Spirits, including Berserker, could feel an indescribable sense of oppression. This judgment of the Holy Lance falling from the sky was definitely not something ordinary people could withstand.
At least right now, the Berserker, whose Noble Phantasm belonged to the summoning type, had no way to withstand this Holy Lance falling from the sky head-on. He couldn't possibly have his undead soldiers pile up layer upon layer into a human wall for defense, could he? Even if those undead soldiers formed a human wall, it didn't look like they could defend against this Holy Lance falling from the sky.
Berserker let out a roar. The two axes in his hands collided with each other. The crisp yet somewhat impassioned sound of metal clashing echoed continuously. The group of Heroic Spirits could hear a bit of unwillingness in this roar and clashing sound. Moreover, in the eyes of this Berserker, that King of Britain also looked like Alexander. He naturally felt unwilling to have failed to stop Alexander's footsteps.
If this King of Persia had truly lost while fighting against that King of Conquerors, then he would have lost, and his unwillingness would just be unwillingness. Next time... next time he would have a showdown with that King again. But right now, this Berserker's eyes were blinded by the illusion of the Command Spell. Everything he saw was fake. Everything he fought for was a false image presented by that blue-haired magus.
How sorrowful. The Berserker who shouldn't have descended here. If one were to say who among all the Heroic Spirits present was treated as a tool by their master from beginning to end, it would probably only be this Berserker.
Looking at the golden light falling from the sky, Berserker continued to roar. His unwillingness, his conviction, even if used by his magus, still transmitted to the hearts of every Heroic Spirit around. Even Artoria, who was guiding her horse downwards, couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the King before her. "We have felt your conviction... Darius III, worthy rival of the King of Conquerors, Iskandar——!"
May you achieve your long-cherished wish the next time you are fortunate enough to be summoned.
The golden light scattered into the surroundings. Under this powerful golden magical energy, all undead soldiers turned into fragments. The massive black war elephant let out a roar, but compared to the sound of the roar and the explosion, it seemed insignificant. Finally, it completely vanished within the golden light.
At the very end, this Berserker seemed to regain some of his rationality. The blood-red color gradually faded from those golden eyes. Subsequently, he slowly opened his arms and threw the axes in his hands downwards. Clearly, Darius III, having regained his rationality, did not intend to continue working for his Master.
The blue-haired magus widened his eyes, then raised the back of his hand. This was different from what he thought, completely different!!
"In... in the name of the Command Spell, I order! Berserker, return to my side!!"
Only this time, the blue-haired magus did not see Berserker. The Berserker who had sobered up rejected this Command Spell. Of course, a Berserker without much resistance to magical energy shouldn't have been able to decide against this order originally. But pausing for just one second was enough, because in the next moment, that golden lance would pierce through his chest. Even if he were summoned back, it would only be some dissipating magical energy.
Seeing that his Command Spell had disappeared, and only specks of golden light were summoned before him, the blue-haired magus punched some equipment beside him directly. At the same time, a string of curses that could be censored poured from his mouth.
A mere Berserker, a mere Servant, just a mere tool!!
Ah!! Aaaah——!! So angry!!
The aura of magical energy on the blue-haired magus became extremely chaotic once again. Various conditions that would only appear in the elderly surfaced on this magus's body, such as deep wrinkles and age spots. Even his body hunched over somewhat. Because his body suddenly became aged, he also felt a sense of weakness.
This blue-haired magus had no energy to think about anything else or pay attention to anything else. The aging of his body, coupled with his excessive excitement, caused his heart to be unable to bear it somewhat. No matter how much or how strong the knowledge a magus mastered, they were ultimately just human. The inevitable birth, aging, sickness, and death of humans would also play out on them as usual.
Now, due to the impact of aging and emotions, this blue-haired magus truly found it somewhat difficult to accept. Taking a deep breath, the blue-haired magus first tried to stabilize his emotions. Then, he opened the refrigerator on his ship and dragged the corpse of an old man out of it, unsealing it with magecraft.
After ensuring that no one would detect anything abnormal about this corpse, the magus turned and walked out of the cabin. As for this corpse, it was naturally to disguise himself. An elderly magus dying due to Berserker's magical energy rampage was very normal, right? As for Berserker going berserk, forget it; that didn't matter. It was just to stop the mouths of the public anyway.
If someone really believed he had died, that would also be a good thing.
Originally, the blue-haired magus intended to go to the Church to seek asylum. But this matter had blown up truly a bit too big. Coupled with his volatile emotions, if someone tricked him into saying something during this time, he wouldn't be able to leave this Holy Grail War alive.
For the fact that he would only be able to wander outside for the next period of time, he would sooner or later settle this score with the other magi and Servants.
Damn King Arthur. Why wasn't the Berserker I summoned Morgan or Mordred?If that were the case, I could have given King Arthur a big surprise. The blue-haired magus swore that King Arthur would be his lifelong enemy from now on. If he could achieve eternal life and powerful strength, whenever King Arthur participated in a Holy Grail War in the future, he would participate once too.