The berserker's body of the black mist exploded.

Literally, it exploded.

From the black mist, the pitch-black armor was like an egg shell that had been crushed, revealing mottled cracks, and from the cracks in the cracks, crimson magic power surged out crazily, and behind the body, several black ribbons like tentacles opened.

Probably an illusion, I always felt that his physique was also exaggerated a whole circle.

A berserker in a state of madness is like a faucet that can't control its output.

In the normal Holy Grail War, the Berserkers obviously have excellent combat qualities, but there are two main reasons why few people win the Holy Grail War with Berserkers, one is that most of the Berserkers are irrational and do not obey commands. The other reason is that the berserker does not know how to control himself, and his consumption of the master's magic power is too drastic.

In fact, there is a precedent for the master to die because he made a contract with the berserker, but as a result the berserker drained his magic power, the magic circuit dried up.

Now that's it, with the Holy Grail as the fate, this machine gun knight who was summoned to France doesn't suppress his magic power at all, it's unstoppable, and he doesn't think about causing damage to his own spiritual base, [Full Attack Mode], the magic power of the whole body is surging and about to overflow, just to defeat the servant in front of him, and he doesn't think that this magic power will cause damage to himself.

With a strong upward movement of the bayonet rifle in his hand, Joan of Arc bit his lip lightly, frowned slightly, stepped on his boots, and dodged backwards.

The Black Knight handed his left hand forward, using the cannon as a stick, and pushed it forward, stabbing Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc retreated again, and the Black Knight took advantage of the situation to rest the bayonet rifle in his right hand on his cannon, and fired again with a bang. The mana-generated bullets quickly struck the past.

Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm is not [unlimited] for defense.

Otherwise, she could have unfurled this Noble Phantasm to fight all the time. As long as you are invincible, no one can hurt yourself and your allies, then you will be invincible!

First of all, the consumption of mana is one thing.

Secondly, no matter how large the scope of the treasure is unfolded, what is consumed in the end is the [durability] of the banner in his hand. In other words, when the Phantasm is deployed, the enemy's damage will accumulate on this banner. If you don't mess around with moderation, then soon this treasure will be shattered due to the accumulation of too much damage.

Now, she consciously adjusted the scope of her treasure and put the protective cover on Fujimaru Rika as much as possible.

"Hey, hey! I'm talking about you! How dare you ignore me! ”

Mordred's forehead was bruised and ignored, which was so irritating.

The figure made a lightning rush, and a dodge came to the enemy, and the Clarent in his hand stabbed the black knight in the chest!

“aaaaaa！！！”

The Black Knight still let out a roar of unknown meaning, he was probably an absolutely excellent warrior in his lifetime. Even if he loses his reason because of madness, in the subconscious of his body, he can still exert the perfect martial arts that he has been trained for a long time before birth.

In the face of Mordred's spurt, I saw him fly up his knee, his right arm curled up, his knee and elbow up and down, as if the pitch-black teeth had bitten Clarant's death, taking advantage of this strange posture, he continued to control the rifle with his right hand to aim at Joan of Arc and shoot, and at the same time kicked again, counterattacking Mordred's lower abdomen.

Even if you are a servant, if your feet are off the ground, you will fall.

Now that the Black Knight was standing on one leg, if the only remaining leg was kicked out, naturally, he would fall down with gravity.

As he grabbed Mordred's sword, it was as if a large number of magnets had been glued to the blade. Pump, can't pull out. Poke, can't get in. And it's deadly. Now that he fell down, Mordred was defenseless, and his body instantly lost its balance by being taken by him like this! Exaggerated one!

Mordred's Lingjiri, although the strength of the muscles is not weak, but after all, it is a bonus released by the magic power, and in terms of arm strength alone, she is weaker than the berserker in front of her.

She clutched her sword to prevent her weapon from being taken away, and she couldn't help but stumble a few steps from his downward stance, and only then did she stabilize her position.

Taking advantage of this momentum, the black knight let go of the barrel of his left hand, grabbed her shoulder, kicked her lower abdomen, and threw Mordred backwards with a beautiful [batou] (judo terminology, the specific action can be Baidu)!

And he himself, rolling on the spot, has already rolled into the sea demon army that is coming one after another, and he and the black sea devil are mixed together, and he is temporarily invisible.

Mordred rolled several times, got up, took a bite of the sand in his mouth, and his eyes were full of the words "kill you".

The war situation is not optimistic.

Yukisai Yagi swallowed his saliva.

Before, I didn't intervene in the battle. Considering that the battle at that level, a guy like himself in the past will only cause trouble for people, so it is better to stay outside and watch.

This is often the case, and the subjective consciousness and objective action of human beings are not the same.

It is also commonly known as "good intentions do bad things" and "bad intentions become good things".

Yukisai Yagi wanted to rush up to help, but if he did go, it would only get in the way of Mordred and Kintoki Sakata.

Fight the flying dragon, you can't fly, you can only wait for Arash to shoot the flying dragon down, and then you can go up and make up for the knife.

Niijima Yae also means the same thing.

Although she set up her rifle, she did not attack the Sea Devils who were pouring up one after another. Instead, they always aim at their own people.

She thought very clearly: her attack power was too weak, and instead of helping to defend the battle line, it was better to assist her comrades in battle. If his combat power is 10, then Mordred is 100. If you can keep Mordred in the front line all the time, it will be far more useful than joining the battle yourself. The same is true now. As soon as she saw Mordred being swept away, she saw that her breathing was now disordered, and her magic was gradually becoming agitated because of her anxiety, she pulled the trigger, and the bullet poured down Mordred's throat, and the cool feeling like mints quickly spread down her throat.

It is an ingredient that can calm people, which is commonly known as [tranquilizer], on the one hand, it can replenish the magic that Mordred wasted before, and on the other hand, it can also relieve some of Mordred's anxiety.

"Thanks!"

She thanked this side, the madness in her eyes was somewhat restrained, and after falling, she spit out the dirt that had not been spit out in her mouth again, picked up her sword, and prepared to pounce again.

"Get out of the way! Astolfuro~~Ahhhh

In the sky, Astolfo's lovely voice rang out, and the huge Hippogriff swooped down at a super high speed, forming a protective layer similar to a sound barrier in front of it at too fast speed, of course, in essence, it was something like a shield formed by the particles of magic.

If you push your shield and hit an enemy at super high speed......

The Wyvern Legion in the sky was pinned down by Arash and could not invade the battle line for a while, taking advantage of this stall, Astolfo quickly turned the Hippogriff to protect his master.

From the sky, the situation is too bad.

The black sea devils, at least five thousand, no matter what their combat strength is, they are now surrounded from all sides and have wrapped Fujimaru Rika with dumplings!

No matter how powerful the servants are, as long as the master makes a mistake, then he will lose completely.

The Hippogriff flew down, like a heavy chariot, and galloped on the ground as if it were crushed, smashing the Sea Demon Legion to pieces!