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[Nuclear_Nathan]: What the heck, a NUCLEAR Berserker?!
[Safety_First]: So he's just been walking around with two nuclear bombs that could explode at any moment this whole time? You're absolutely insane, William!
[Impressed_Ivan]: As expected of a Berserker. He easily accomplished something none of us could
[Relieved_Randy]: Thank god he's on our side. If he'd been an enemy, I wouldn't have the first clue how to fight this Holy Grail War. I feel like Astolfo and Lily are way too weak in comparison
[Retrospective_Rita]: Yeah, I used to think Medea's power level was already super high, but now I realize it was all thanks to Max's amazing control
[Medea_Fan]: If you keep saying that, Medea's gonna yawn again
[Back_From_Dead]: Asclepius Mark II! Holy crap bro, you've reincarnated!
[Overwhelmed_Oscar]: This Holy Grail War is making my scalp tingle
[Same_Same]: Exactly! I originally thought the main force of this war would be Max himself, but instead it's Beowulf and Arash who showed up late and stole the show
[Hopeful_Hank]: Anyway, both of Beowulf's weapons are destroyed now, so it should be easier to fight him later, right?
[Degenerate_Dan]: Ah! Why does Lily wear such baggy shorts under her knight skirt?! I finally got a perfect upskirt angle but all I can see are white athletic shorts!
[Partner_In_Crime]: Yeah Max, you old fox, if you can't see Lily's underwear, at least look at Shuten-douji's! Don't just lock your camera on Lily!
[Done_With_Life]: You guys are invincible. Truly, absolutely invincible.
Looking at the chat—where nearly a third of the comments were demanding upskirt shots—Max, who was currently gripping a fire hydrant and experiencing the unique sensation of being blown parallel to the ground, couldn't help but lament that this world was beyond saving.
However, since the viewers wanted to see it...
Max also shifted his gaze toward Shuten-douji.
That's right. Everything is for the viewers in the stream.
As for some commenters claiming that Beowulf would be "easier to defeat" without his weapons...
Are you people actually serious?
Beowulf was literally famous for killing monsters with his bare hands.
As mentioned before, Beowulf had brought three Noble Phantasms with him this time.
The two weapons he'd already used were the short sword "Naegling"—the Iron Hammer Snake Crush—and the long sword he'd just launched, "Hrunting"—the Hound of the Red Plains.
Both were Anti-Unit Noble Phantasms, but Hrunting clearly held the higher rank.
As an A-rank demonic sword, Hrunting possessed the supernatural ability to smell blood and track its target relentlessly.
Every time the blade was swung, blood would seep from its edge, emitting an eerie crimson glow. And every attack would automatically calculate and execute the most optimal slash possible.
So even though it couldn't fire flashy beams of light with a casual swing like certain other swordsmen, its terrifying cutting power—combined with Beowulf's monstrous arm strength—made it an undeniably deadly weapon capable of deciding victory or defeat in a single exchange.
Fun fact: this sword had also been projected by a certain Archer who wished to remain anonymous.
Because Hrunting possessed the ability to track blood, when it was thrown as a projectile, as long as the target was still alive, the sword would continue pursuing them no matter how many times it was knocked aside or deflected. It would keep coming until it hit.
In other words, this sword could be detonated—and its explosive power was comparable to an A-rank Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm.
Speaking of which, clever viewers had probably already figured it out.
That's right.
Both of these swords, by design, existed specifically to be destroyed.
In other words, from the very beginning, these two Noble Phantasms weren't Beowulf's aids—they were Beowulf's restraints.
"Grendel Buster."
The True Name of Beowulf's third and final Noble Phantasm.
Like the other Noble Phantasms that transformed skills into conceptual weapons, Grendel Buster—Primal Conflict—was the crystallized concept of Beowulf killing the giant Grendel during his lifetime.
When activated, it awakened his incredibly powerful arm strength from legend for a short period. Then he would unleash a devastating barrage of punches and kicks at the enemy, utterly destroying them through raw physical supremacy.
In other words, it was an "ORA ORA ORA" rush at the enemy.
But if that were all, it wouldn't be nearly as terrifying.
Here was the truly broken part:
Because these attacks originated from the original, unvarying root weapons—his own hands and feet—Beowulf gained a cheating characteristic while using this Noble Phantasm:
He could nullify all Noble Phantasms and skills that he had "seen once and understood."
This was a special Noble Phantasm that could only be unsealed after his first two weapons were destroyed.
The seal existed because this technique was simply too powerful to use casually.
When Max "pinged" all of this information to the stream, the chat—which had been singularly focused on degeneracy—finally shifted gears and began showering Beowulf with well-deserved praise.
[Boss_Phase_Two]: Wait, is this a boss's second phase?!
[Balance_Complaint]: Max you old fox, don't you think the power balance in this game is a bit off? Why are some Heroic Spirits so busted while others are weak as stray dogs?
[Unlucky_Larry]: I feel like I, as someone with garbage luck, am not even worthy of playing Holy Grail War!
[Frustrated_Fred]: So why can other people summon such powerful AND obedient Servants? Mine are either obedient but weak, or strong but refuse to listen to anything I say
[Tough_Love]: Look for problems in yourself more
[Skill_Issue]: Literally just git gud
[Counter_Point]: To be fair, half of Servant strength is compatibility with the Master
[Demanding_Debbie]: Max, hurry and move forward! Maverick and the others can't be relied on. You have to make up for the coverage I'm missing!
[Hype_Beast]: Exactly! How can such an epic battle not be properly broadcast?!
[Money_Talks]: How much did the broadcast pay you? I'll pay double!
The strong wind eventually subsided.
As Vritra's agonized scream echoed from somewhere in the distance, Max, Shuten-douji, and Lily rushed toward Beowulf's battlefield without further hesitation.
The scene that greeted them could only be described as "house demolition" taken to an apocalyptic extreme. Everywhere they looked was either smoldering ruins or craters deep enough to bury buildings.
It was like someone had taken a war zone and then dropped several more wars on top of it.
The destruction was so complete that Max couldn't even recognize what neighborhood they were in anymore. All the landmarks had been reduced to rubble and ash.
Fortunately, Shuten-douji was leading the way, her supernatural senses guiding them through the destruction.
Although Max could hear Medea's voice in his ear—practically grinding her teeth with frustration at being left behind—the three of them sprinted as fast as humanly possible.
They arrived at the edge of the battlefield about a minute later.
And then they witnessed an absolute beatdown.
Beatdown might actually be too gentle a word.
At this moment, Vritra couldn't be described with just "miserable."
She was catastrophically miserable.
Her limbs had been beaten into unrecognizable pulp. Her body was a tapestry of wounds and dents. The only part of her that could still move was her twisted, gasping mouth.
And standing before her—Beowulf, his entire body radiating crimson fighting spirit from his boiling battle intent—looked like a demon straight out of legend.
His breathing was steady. Controlled. Not even winded despite the incredible exertion he'd already put forth.
This is what a true warrior looks like, Max thought, watching through his stream interface. No wasted movement. No unnecessary flourishes. Just pure, concentrated violence.
The chat was going absolutely insane. Messages were flying by so fast that Max could barely read them. But he didn't need to—the energy was palpable even through text.
This was the kind of content that made streaming worthwhile.
Vritra, in her final moments, seemed determined to make one last desperate stand.
Her body was reaching its absolute limit, constantly flickering with the hallucinations of approaching death. The torrent of magical energy that spewed from her maw was aimed directly at Beowulf, who was charging toward her.
But as mentioned before—when using Primal Conflict, Beowulf could nullify any attack he had already witnessed once.
So what unfolded before everyone's eyes was Beowulf's relentless barrage of "ORA ORA ORA" punches literally crushing the invisible torrent of magic, foot by foot, step by step, forcing his way through pure annihilation with nothing but his fists.
Each punch sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Each step forward was another testament to the legend of the man who had killed Grendel with his bare hands.
No weapons. No tricks. Just raw, overwhelming power.
This is insane, Max thought, his stream capturing every glorious moment. He's literally punching through a dragon's breath attack.
The chat had devolved into nothing but keyboard smashing and hype emotes. Nobody had words for what they were witnessing.
"GO TO HELL, DRAGON SLAYER!" Vritra screamed, desperation cracking her voice.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOULD DIE, EVIL DRAGON!"
Beowulf's fist drew back, every muscle in his body coiling with lethal intent.
"GRENDEL BUSTER!!!"
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