My Mom Sandy Love Song

But does that even count as a battle?

It can only be regarded as crushing, or ravaging.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

He was smashed into the shoulder by the tomahawk of the android, and slammed into the face by the fist of the golem.

Despite being hit by a fist that could crush even steel, the smile of the berserker remained unbroken, or rather became brighter.

From the very beginning, Berserker had no intention of avoiding any attack, and even jumped into the attack on purpose.

Take the attack, take it, take it for nothing.

Being severely injured and hurt, even so, the innocent smile that is refreshing and happy never disappears.

During the continuous attack, the man-made man and the golem became confused. The moment they stopped attacking, Spartacus moved.

"Puppet of the sad tyrant, at least rest under my sword and fist—"

Berserker grabbed the golem's face with one hand, and easily threw the golem, estimated to be about three meters long, far away, crushing the artificial people in the distance.

"Come on, you too."

As he spoke, he slashed the sword horizontally at will, and the upper body of the man-made man present was instantly blown away.

He punched the struggling golem, and the magic-enhanced bronze head shattered into ashes.

Picking up the five golems, he threw his back aggressively.The stone dolls with a combined weight of more than several tons were destroyed from the head cover due to his shoulder fall.

Berserker is like the embodiment of tyranny.

Every time you swing a sword or throw a punch, you can generate a lot of garbage.

Spartacus shook his sword with a smile, and shook his fist with a smile. People couldn't help feeling "what kind of nightmare is this?".

Even artificial humans with only weak emotions were infected by this madness and began to flee.

After tearing all the golems into pieces, Berserker nodded in satisfaction and started walking again.

"——Come on, tyrant. The time has come for the arrogance to collapse and the dignity of the strong to be kicked away!"

After knocking up a big tree, a girl who was completely different from the previous man-made man and golem, exuding a strong aura, stood in front of Spartacus.

The girl in gorgeous oriental costumes is none other than Kurokata's Saber.

After noticing Miyamoto Musashi, the berserker swung his sword with a smile.

Just that sword pressure is like a typhoon.

Looking at the huge monster shadow that completely engulfed her body, the girl thought that even the legendary Honda Heihachiro and Oni Shibata were nothing more than that.

The female swordsman acting alone sighed and said to herself:

"...Ah, ah, to be sent to do such a dangerous job just because I failed to remove Caster's head in Japan, really—"

Miyamoto Musashi showed a gorgeous smile that could not be lost to Spartacus, and drew out the double knives at his waist: "It's just what I want!"

"Hahahahaha. Very good, this arrogance is too wonderful. Come on, come and ravage me!"

The berserker's movements were surprisingly agile, and his body like a brown bear ran wild like a wild boar.

Accompanied by a smile, a desolate slash that was enough to smash Saber's petite body and the ground into pieces was swung down from the top of his head - Musashi made the smallest turn around, and flamboyantly dodged.

And, it's not just Roman short sword attacks that are dodged.

Even taking into account the shock wave unleashed by Spartacus and the collapse of the ground, Musashi's figure dodging all damage in a chic and gorgeous manner is like a round of flowers.

Before Berserker could make a second blow, Musashi approached him from the corner of his vision.

"Let me show you what the art of war is endless! This is Ertian first-class!"

The double swords flashed.

The knees of the berserker who stood firmly on the ground broke apart without delay the moment Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword.

Spartacus's invulnerable skin was sliced ​​open by a modern Japanese knife that wasn't even a treasure.

No, rather than cutting off the blade of the berserker's knee, it would be better to say that he knelt under Saber's skills and eyesight.

In front of Miyamoto Musashi, even the iron-like defense is equivalent to nothing, and the overly large body has become a weakness instead.

The calf was cut off, and the giant body of the berserker began to fall.

Even so, his smile didn't disappear, and he wasn't surprised.

This alone cannot stop Spartacus' rebellion.

If there is still a part above the knee, Berserker will continue to move forward even if he is crawling.

At the moment when he was about to counterattack Miyamoto Musashi, the berserker turned his gaze as if he had gained intelligence.

The red Beserker dropped Musashi, and suddenly began to accelerate forward.

Relying on his nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, he understood that the tyrant was waiting for him ahead.

"I feel it, I feel it! Loveless oppressor! The time has come for the arrogance to collapse and the dignity of the strong to be kicked away!"

Two figures stood in front of the city of Mirenia. They were the Black Lancer and Rider who were going out to fight.

"Yes, it's so beautiful. As expected of Saber, who is known as the strongest class.

Rider, don't feel guilty.Your golem does a really good job.It's just that Berserker is a heretic. "

Lancer stared at the berserker galloping towards him from a distance, showing a cold smile.

"……Yes."

Avis Bron lowered his head and sighed deeply.

In this Holy Grail War, Rider might be the servant who devoted the most effort to Black.

Not only to fulfill his long-cherished wish, but also to prove to the guy who kicked himself into the Rider's seat: he is the one who truly fits the Caster class!

"It's you—"

Spartacus roared and rushed over.

At some point, he has swelled like a hill, and that stunned sense of existence seems to be able to tear the castle apart as long as he stretches out his hand.

"Exactly. Red Berserker, if you seek power, then Yu is the one who stands at its apex."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Spartacus surged forward, arms outstretched joyfully.

A little more, a little more of your own hand, and you will be able to reach the head of the tyrant.

All the time, whenever, after such suffering, there is a cloudless glory and joy.

"O tyrant, I'm going to crush you...to crush you!"

However, while Lancer the Black was looking at him with frozen eyes, he stopped the typhoon-like advance just by raising a hand——

"King of Execution [Kazikli Bey]."

At the same time that Vlad III released the Noble Phantasm, the ground under Spartacus' feet arched.

Numerous spiked stakes penetrated the Berserker's arms and body, forcibly stopping all his actions.

"Yu spent his whole life fighting against rebels like you. Yu killed them all, pierced them and left them aside until their bones rotted. But—"

Countless wooden stakes several meters long penetrated Spartacus's giant body, but avoided his spiritual core.

Losing both feet and being pierced by countless thorns, even Spartacus could not easily rebel.

Phew, Lancer exclaimed with satisfaction.

"Confronting you like this, I finally understand. Your rebellion is a manifestation of a proud soul—at any time, you will never sit back and watch the strong ravage the weak. You fight to make the strong become weak."

For the first time, Yu wanted to pay tribute to the existence of rebels.

He changed the subject: "then, it's a pity for you."

As soon as Vlad III snapped his fingers, Avis Bronn beside him stepped forward.

"Let me convert your rebellion. Red Berserker, from now on we are your masters."

"..."

The smile on the berserker's face disappeared.

Spartacus turned to Lancer the Black with a desolate and angry expression.

The declaration that Rider forcibly imposed on Berserker was [Submission], for him, it was humiliation and despair beyond death.

After that, Lancer the Black lost interest in Spartacus.

Now that he has been brought under his command, it is no longer the black side but the red side that he faces with his teeth.That's enough.

Just when Vlad III turned around contentedly and was about to leave——

"It's really boring and despicable. Is this your pride as a king? The name of the impaler is also exaggerated."

Such a voice from the forest made Lancer frown.

Then walking in front of them was a blond young man holding a scepter.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes lit up, and he greeted Rhodes with a smile: "Ah! Caster! Long time no see!"

Rhodes responded: "Saber, seeing you still alive and kicking is better than anything else."

Hearing Musashi's name, the eyes under Avis Brom's mask widened: "...you are the Black Caster!?"

"That's right, I'm Caster who is regarded as a thorn in your side and also belongs to the black side."

After entering the forest, Rhodes and Joan split into two groups.

Joan went to the 2v2 battlefield in the forest, while Rhodes came to the battlefield in front of the city wall.

"Your Majesty, please deliver this man to me."

After Rhodes reported himself, Avisbron asked Vlad III for instructions.

Please let me and this person compete as magicians.

"—"

Vlad III glanced at Rider beside him, and read a strong fighting spirit from the sight leaking from his mask, so he nodded slowly.