[FDJ]Chapter 95: Night of Madness (Part 5)

Dumbfounded by the instant flash of divine light, Suzuki Yuki didn't hear Eleanor's warning and momentarily lost his balance, unable to stand firm. Before falling, he saw the seemingly rapidly receding forest behind him, completely cleared by the divine light, until the village that had been obscured by trees reappeared at the edge of his vision. In just a glance, he saw the still radiant divine light in the direction of the village.

Someone had followed them to this deserted village.

Berserker, Godfrey?

Eleanor deftly reached out and pulled Suzuki Yuki, making him sit on the chariot to prevent him from falling. "Hold on tight, Master!"

This time, Suzuki Yuki heard his Servant's warning clearly, but he felt an indescribable sense of impending danger as if his body had already sensed a future on the verge of collapse. "Turn around! Can we go any faster?!"

Eleanor didn't hesitate and decisively complied with Suzuki Yuki's request, but asking her to accelerate further was too demanding, both for her and the two magical horses she had summoned. 200 kilometers per hour—what kind of primitive transportation in that era could achieve such speed?

Meanwhile, Aphaf noticed signs of momentary activation in Suzuki Yuki's magic circuits, as if he had instinctively used an "automatic" form of magecraft. From her perspective with her Mystic Eyes, it seemed that Suzuki Yuki unconsciously used a commonly used precognitive magecraft.

Suzuki Yuki held onto the railing of the chariot and stood up again, and this time, he witnessed an even more unbelievable scene. A warrior clad in silver armor from head to toe was rapidly chasing after them, dragging his sword. The distance between the two was gradually closing. The warrior wasn't running on his own two legs but rather, the airtight armor miraculously unfolded steel wings, jetting out flames of magical heat, a "technology" that wouldn't exist for another 1000 years in human civilization, allowing him to fly just above the ground!

The sight of the four striking jet flames was as shocking to Suzuki Yuki as seeing a distorted monster. He was currently in the year 1187, the middle period of medieval Europe, and it was beyond imagination to encounter futuristic jet-powered armor.

Not only was Suzuki Yuki startled, but Eleanor also regarded the approaching Berserker with the eyes of someone facing a monster. She glanced at the knight's lance carried by Don Quixote, and a series of magical incantations appeared in her left hand with a swift motion.

Before her death, she had never used magecraft before. Relying on the power of the Queen's Crown, she summoned a magical armored knight, standing over 3 meters tall. The summoned entity appeared with a greatly enlarged version of a knight's lance and collided with the rapidly approaching Berserker.

The speed was enough to replace strength, and the summoned entity shattered into several pieces upon impact. Eleanor didn't care about it. She only wanted to interrupt Berserker's pursuit. In a state of unknown information, she would never stop and engage in a confrontation with the overwhelmingly powerful Berserker.

As expected, the two clashed together. In theory, Berserker, who was closely chasing the chariot, could adapt and maneuver as he did with the chariot's turns, but he didn't. With a sword strike, the tall armored knight that collided with him shattered like glass.

"Milady, your summoned entity is not working." Don Quixote had already prepared himself for a battle at any moment, although he had no fantasies of winning and not even the thought of escaping. He just briefly pondered on how to lose with some dignity.

Eleanor glared at Don Quixote with irritation at his untimely banter. "Fine, why don't you go and collide with him then?"

"I can't either." Don Quixote shrugged, wearing an expression that almost spelled out "waiting for death" on his face, responding to Eleanor's anxiousness.

"If you can't, then shut up!" Eleanor snapped.

Despite multiple consecutive turns, the chariot maintained its top speed, but Eleanor could only see Berserker's figure becoming clearer and clearer. No matter how she maneuvered the chariot, it was meaningless.

If it were an academic discussion, she could use arguments about the opponent's higher magic consumption to salvage some dignity. Unfortunately, there was no room for such frugality on the battlefield, where victory or defeat was the only measure.

After hesitating for a moment, Eleanor shouted, "Everyone, release your grip on the handrails and prepare to disembark!"

After shouting, the chariot opened its side railing, and Eleanor lifted Suzuki Yuki's shoulder. At this moment, the chariot made another turn, reversing 180 degrees.

Don Quixote also held onto his Master, and the four of them jumped off the chariot, one after the other.

With a loud bang, Suzuki Yuki hadn't had time to distinguish up from down before Eleanor brought him to the ground. The tremendous inertia almost made him dizzy.

After regaining balance, Suzuki Yuki, suppressing the feeling of nausea, looked towards the direction of the impact. As the dust settled, there stood a silver-armored warrior in the pit.

He folded the steel wings behind him, making the armor more fitting for this era. "Heathens! Heathens! Do you think escaping and resisting to such a degree of mockery would be effective? Useless, utterly useless!"

Berserker roared incoherently, leaping out of the pit and approaching Suzuki Yuki and the others.

Now Suzuki Yuki finally had the opportunity to get a glimpse of the opponent. Within a distance of 300 meters, unlike Don Quixote deliberately concealing his attributes, most Servants would reveal their attribute information under the authority of other Masters. The specifics would vary depending on the situation, but Masters would see more than their Servants.

Then Suzuki Yuki saw the five-dimensional panel without any regrets except for Luck ranked C. Especially the first two parameters, Strength and Endurance, reached the A+ level, while his Servant, Eleanor, had only C in those two parameters. They were both in the same Cavalry Class, but the difference was absurdly large.

"Noble Phantasm rank... A+++?!" Suzuki Yuki only saw the attribute data and some of the skills. He learned that Berserker's Madness Enhancement rank was only B.

Suzuki Yuki understood why Aphaf and the others described the "disappearance" under the sword light in the forest of over a kilometer. Berserker's Noble Phantasm rank was close to reaching the upper limit of comprehensibility. Burning objects within a kilometer range in an instant was nothing to scoff at.

Among all the Servants recorded by the Chaldea organization, the highest comprehensibility level reached only A++. And that was a legendary Sword, Excalibur.

Eleanor, through the power of the Queen's Crown, borrowed Suzuki Yuki's Master authority and also saw the same information. Just by seeing the opponent's attribute information, she lost any intention of fighting against him. It was simply impossible to defeat that knight—the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, Godfrey.

"Master, do you have a plan?" Eleanor asked Suzuki Yuki softly, almost as a procedural response. She was more suited for tactical planning.

Amid the chaos, Suzuki Yuki heard Eleanor's question and snapped out of his shock upon seeing the attribute information. Of course, he didn't have a plan.

When you can't do anything, it's better to do nothing. Remembering the words spoken by companions who had fought bravely in the burning city, surrender didn't just mean accepting death; it also meant waiting for the opponent to reveal a weakness. Showing weakness wasn't embarrassing, and surrendering wasn't either. As long as one's life was preserved, there was still a chance to turn the tables.

"Surrender."

Upon hearing the word surrender, Eleanor was almost moved to tears and raised her hand to strike Suzuki Yuki. Did surrender still exist in the Holy Grail War? Especially surrendering to the deranged Berserker.

"We surrender!" Suzuki Yuki shouted towards Berserker. He wasn't joking. Faced with a direct threat to his life, staying alive was important. He didn't care about honor or anything like that. As long as it didn't directly threaten humanity, Suzuki Yuki was willing to gradually abandon its importance.

"Surrender?" Berserker also paused, unable to determine whether he was contemplating the meaning or analyzing whether Suzuki Yuki was feigning surrender. In his frenzied state of mind, the possibility of an enemy surrendering didn't exist. How should he deal with the surrendering infidels? In his deranged state, his ability to think and judge was extremely poor. The madness shining through his helmet mixed with his chaotic expression, and he didn't know whether he should still kill the infidel before him. As he tried to think, he realized that among the four people he had chased, one of the female Servants emitted a similar aura. Although Berserker didn't recognize her, he was certain that she was also closely related to the Crusade.

"Surrender?" Berserker muttered the word, carefully observing Suzuki Yuki and Rider Eleanor multiple times.

It took him a full three minutes to make his next move.

Pointing his sword at Aphaf and Don Quixote, he said, "I accept the surrender of the two of you, as judged by my Master. But I won't spare the other two!! All infidels must die!"

In the eyes of this mad warrior, Suzuki Yuki appeared different and inexplicable. But after he calmed down a little, he was willing to believe Yuki Suzuki. An abnormal person could immediately tell that Suzuki was stalling for time.

"Everyone, get ready!" Eleanor immediately grabbed Suzuki Yuki's hand, and a brand-new chariot materialized beneath their feet.

The two magical horses maintained their forward-charging posture, presenting themselves as phantoms. Within a few seconds, Eleanor mobilized a large amount of magical energy, further enhancing the power of the chariot.

"House of Anjou, (bloom from here)!"