"Oh no! MASTER is in danger!" Diarmuid, who was fighting alongside Artoria against Berserker, sensed Kayneth's state inside the castle. With another thrust of his spear forcing Berserker back, he retreated several meters.
"Apologies, SABER. I have something more important to do!" Without time to explain further to Artoria, Diarmuid rushed toward the castle interior without stopping.
"Is it Kiritsugu?" Artoria thought of the man with the cold, dead face. Did he do something again?
"ROAR!" The massive bone sword interrupted Artoria's thoughts. Now wasn't the time to think about that. She had to deal with the Berserker in front of her first.
Does this guy have infinite stamina recovery?
Every time they cornered Berserker and exhausted his stamina, that huge flag would glow. Which meant if that flag was destroyed...
But although Berserker had lost his reason, he wasn't stupid. If Artoria tried to destroy the flag, Berserker would instinctively protect it from destruction. And to destroy the flag, Artoria had to engage Berserker head-on. But in a head-on clash, Artoria with her injured hand was no match for him.
It became a vicious cycle.
So... what should she do?
"Berserker really is here! Looks like this king isn't late!" A hearty, booming voice arrived before the person did. Accompanied by thunder from the sky and flashes of lightning, drawn by divine bulls, the Conqueror King's Chariot of Divine Might came charging in.
The massive hooves slammed toward Berserker. The A+A+A+-rank "Via Expugnatio" was unleashed against him, with the intent not to stop until the opponent was crushed.
"ROAR!" Having lost all reason and retaining only instinct, Berserker knew nothing of avoiding the brunt of an attack. Swinging his massive bone greatsword, he slashed straight at the Divine Chariot!
The collision exploded like a missile impact, blasting a huge crater in the ground. The entire Chariot of Divine Might was flipped over. fortunately, the people on board weren't ordinary mortals. No one was injured, though they looked a bit ragged.
On the other hand, the opponent looked somewhat miserable. After all, an A+A+A+-rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm isn't something one can simply block with their body. Berserker's entire body was tattered and battered. However, when the flag fluttered once more, Berserker returned to his previous state again.
"Even an attack of that level didn't defeat him?" Artoria gripped her holy sword tighter.
"SABER, this guy is tough. Hahaha... So you are Berserker? How about it? Any interest in joining this king's command?" Seeing the opponent's formidable strength, the Conqueror King couldn't help but extend an invitation.
But the only answer he got was a giant sword. It seemed the response disappointed the Conqueror King again.
"This guy is like a mindless mad dog! SABER, is there no way to communicate?" Although the Conqueror King was royalty, one look at his bulging muscles showed his combat power was far from low.
Though the Sword of the Cypriots in his hand wasn't a powerful Noble Phantasm, Berserker's bone greatsword wasn't one either.
"RIDER, look out!" Artoria tried to warn him, but she was a step too late; the Conqueror King had already engaged Berserker.
When the two massive blades clashed, his arm went numb. The Conqueror King's expression changed, his weapon nearly flying from his hand. Too strong. He was completely overpowered. Then, following in Artoria and Diarmuid's footsteps, the Conqueror King was sent flying.
"Hahaha, Conqueror King, now you know how tough he is." Meruem's voice came from the sky, carrying a hint of schadenfreude. He had long seen that Berserker's strength was astonishing; even he in his current state might not gain much advantage. And the Conqueror King's Strength parameter was only BBB, so getting crushed was no surprise.
"KING, you bastard, you have time to watch the show up there? Hurry up and help! This Berserker isn't easy to deal with!" The Conqueror King shouted unhappily at Meruem in the sky. Even the most hearty person would have some complaints after making a fool of themselves.
"This guy isn't fast, so he's not suited for head-on clashes. And the key lies in that flag. Once that flag is destroyed, Berserker won't be anything to fear." Meruem naturally saw Berserker's weakness too. Since they knew the weakness, it was easy.
Three Servants joining forces was something even Goldie would have to take seriously. Especially when one of them was Meruem.
"I'll restrict his movements. SABER, assist me. Conqueror King, I leave destroying the flag to you." To be honest, Meruem could restrict Berserker alone by bringing out the War God's Spear, but there was no need to reveal his trump card completely even in front of allies.
Otherwise, powerful base stats, bizarre spatial abilities, a decent Noble Phantasm, plus the ability he was about to show would make other Masters collectively target him.
Although quite a few Masters were already targeting Meruem, it wasn't all of them yet.
So showing only part of his ability was enough.
"I'll try swordsmanship this time." Meruem grabbed at the empty air, and a two-handed greatsword that looked vaguely familiar to Artoria appeared in his hand.
Huh? That sword looks like one of the Noble Phantasms Archer fired earlier.
Artoria and Meruem launched an attack on Berserker simultaneously. Strangely, not only was their timing identical, but even their moves were almost exactly the same, like a specially trained duo with telepathic connection.
That's my swordsmanship... this guy... how is this possible? Artoria grew more shocked as she fought. But she wasn't surprised by Berserker's strength, since she had seen it before. She was astonished by Meruem's fighting style... it was simply like another male version of herself.
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