Chapter 135: Recover Your Sanity, Berserker

"Trigger off (projection reload)!"

The circuit of projection flowed, and the jagged ax and sword condensed in an instant. The young man closed his golden eyes. The twelve trials that the hero went through, the twelve glory were like blood, transported to the body with the beating of the heart. throughout.

The magic lifted up his robe, and the golden flying sand stirred up the burning breath.

"Nine Lives·Blade Works!!!"

The war spear from bottom to top was easily shattered, and the huge and heavy ax sword drove the arm to swing, cutting out a mirror-like arc in an instant.

After a brief period of stillness, nine cracks shot up into the sky behind the one-eyed old man. Blood splashed like a waterfall, mixed with the gravel, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Ahem..." Blood poured out uncontrollably from the corner of Antico's mouth. After withstanding this blow, his spiritual energy inevitably collapsed, and golden spiritual seeds scattered from his body.

"As expected, I am better at military strategy than personal force."

Shuo Yue slowly retracted the ax blade and raised her eyebrows upon hearing this: "You are just a victor and a defeated bandit. Or maybe you have been on the Throne of Heroes for too long and your bones are rusty?"

"Ha, can't you give me some face?" In the hearty laughter, the figure of the military god disappeared, and after confirming Antigonus's exit, Shuo Yue sighed, dispersed his ax and sword, and held his finger. There was a sudden stabbing pain.

When Shuo Yue lowered her head, the stinging pain had long since turned into numbness, and even the feeling had disappeared.

Staring at the stiff fingers indifferently, Shuo Yue then looked around and looked at——

Berserker is in conflict with Seleucus and the army, and defeat is only a matter of time. Although Saber and Miyu are not in danger for the time being, under the pressure of Aristotle and Amon's priests, they may fall into decline first. Bar,

Even for him, it would be difficult for him to continue squandering it.

So, activate one of your trump cards.

"Kariya!"

"Understood!" Kariya responded, holding the insect jar. He stared at the three-stroke command spell on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth.

The situation in front of him did not allow him to hesitate. Berserker was their best chance to break the situation.

So, he raised his right hand high and exercised the power that belonged to the Master:

"By command spell - come to your senses, Lancelot!"

There is no point in hiding his true name. When the holy sword is unsheathed, that man's existence will surely shine like the light of a lake.

However, at the first stroke of the command spell, Berserker just looked up to the sky and roared, his mad energy dissipating slightly, revealing his dark armor.

"Is it as expected by Shuo Yue..." Kariya smiled bitterly and finally gave up his fantasy.

"I command you with the Second Command Seal - free yourself from the prison of madness, Berserker!"

"I declare with the third command spell - I will loosen the chains of the prisoner and return from the chaos, Knight of the Lake Lancelot!"

One after another, red light shines. Under the influence of Matou Zouken's highest achievement in his life, the magic crystal that can cause "miracles" - the Command Seal, the mental impact of Berserker's job skills "Madness" is being destroyed. offset gradually.

This is one of Shuo Yue's trump cards. You must know that the strength of Lancelot without madness and the Knight of the Lake with madness are two different concepts!

As the command spell came into effect, the madness that filled Lancelot's body gradually dissipated. The hideous face under the helmet returned to its original handsomeness, and the armor contaminated by the ominous magic returned to its original smoothness. .

When the last trace of chaos in his eyes disappeared, Lancelot finally returned to his proper posture, the flower of knighthood that once fascinated thousands of women like Diarmuid - the "Knight of the Lake"!

"Master!" The calm call proved that Lancelot had regained his sanity.

"Ber——No, Knight of the Lake, my servant, you already know what to do." Kariya took a deep breath, discarded the empty jar, and took out a new magic jar.

"Yes, although I fell into madness, I still remember everything you said." Lancelot nodded slightly, looking past Seleucus uncontrollably and locking on the blond figure in the distance.

Looking at that figure with longing, longing, and slightly intoxicated eyes, the knight slowly said the name he had called countless times in his dream.

"...my king."

Saber naturally noticed the fluctuations of the command spell, and when she caught a glimpse of the familiar man, even though she was surrounded, her eyes widened and she lost her voice in shock:

"You are... Sir Lancelot! How is it possible? I didn't expect you to be Berserker... Are you really you? My friend!"

Even though he was too far away to hear Saber's voice, looking at her anxious expression due to joy, Lancelot showed a slightly helpless smile:

"Even though I am the culprit who destroyed the Round Table, you still maintain this attitude towards me... Yes, this is you, King."

Slowly leaning down, the man known as the First Knight of the Round Table whispered:

"Please wait a moment, my king."

"This time, I won't miss it again."

The next moment, a hurricane swept through.

This is by no means a killing that an irrational wild beast can do. This is because the terror of the beast lies in its "itself", while the terror of humans lies in its "behavior".

In the splashing blood, Lancelot was like a man in an empty space. He no longer chased the soldiers relentlessly, but killed his way out with purpose and planning. Even though the fearless soldiers rushed up one after another, the charge of the knight on the lake never slowed down, but became more and more intense, like a bright meteor.

"Hmm!" Seleucus, who was trying to catch up with Lancelot, stopped suddenly and had to catch a soldier who was flying out. Looking at Lancelot's figure who didn't even turn his head, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"As a result, the soldiers became your best counterattack props. You are worthy of being the legendary first knight..."

In just a few minutes, Lancelot broke through the siege and then broke through the siege, and came to the person he wanted to see the most.

"It's you, Lord Lancelot!" Saber's eyes were filled with joy of reunion as she watched the man approaching her. "My friend, my pride, my ideal knight."

With a bitter smile, Lancelot shook his head at the king he had been dreaming of.

"Please don't call me that anymore, my king. That's a title that only a loyal and perfect knight can use. I, who betrayed you, am no longer worthy of that title."

"No, no, you are——" Saber denied hastily, "That was not a betrayal at all. I have forgiven you, Lancelot!"

Then the handsome man looked even sadder.

"Forgive... forgive me for trampling on that trust and friendship and leaving the king?"

"Yes, I believe you..."

"King, you are always like this."

Interrupting Saber's words, Lancelot sighed deeply, pouring out the remorse and fear that had settled in his heart for countless years:

"You are always like this... Ignoring yourself and thinking about others wholeheartedly. Therefore, I, the people of us are willing to gather under your command and fight for you."

"But King, do you know that I have always wanted you to punish me personally, and I hope you will blame me for your anger!"

"If so - at least I can convince myself that the knight king who commands us is not a terrifying inhuman thing, but a person with a human heart, a soul, who can cry and laugh, be angry and happy, and is the Holy King we love and follow!"

"But you... forgive me!"