26.I alone am enough

Berserker was definitely no ordinary crazy Servant. The Heroic Spirit who became a Berserker was the greatest warrior with such extraordinary skills that even after his Crazy Enhancement, he still possessed extraordinary abilities.

"You... Who are you really?!"

Of course Jibril didn't pay attention to Saber's question, only a fool would ask the question again, because he had already introduced his name, all that was left was to take his opponent's head without having to listen to his pleas, even the EX-macina he fought before was more unyielding than a this caterpillar.

This attack could be called a truly extraordinary feat. The ferocity of the attack seemed to hit Saber's short body and –

However, the scythe that was about to slash Saber's neck did not hit Saber.

The two-meter-high black sickle was stuck in the middle, and flew from the air to Gabriel's hand again. It was Berserker's fake Noble Phantasm, with enough power to compete with Saber's holy sword. What made this fake Noble Phantasm dodge so easily was the red beam of light that shone through the darkness.

Lancer turned his back to the stunned Knight King. This beautiful lance took a protective stance against Saber, the Knight King, whom she considered an enemy just a moment ago, and stood against Berserker.

"Please stop your jokes now, young lady."

Lancer pointed at Jibril with the tip of the long spear in his right hand – Gáe Dearg, the Red Rose Exorcist, and coldly declared war on the Girl. If Lancer's red spear resisted the prana of Berserker's Noble Phantasm, then Jibril's Noble Phantasm which was covered in black prana was just a collection of mana that had resistance.

"Saber was engaged to me before... If you continue with this nonsense and interfere with the fight between us, I will not remain silent."

"Lancers..."

Even though this was a fight to the death, Saber was deeply moved by Lancer's words. The Heroic Spirit of the spear loyally believed in the same 'chivalry' as him.

Even so, not everyone gathered on this battlefield praised Lancer's actions.

"What are you doing, Lancer? This is a great opportunity to beat the Sabres."

A voice asked loudly. This displeased voice should be Mr. Lancer, However, Lancer suddenly put on a serious expression that was incompatible with this Heroic Spirit,

"The fight with Saber is a fight where I, Diarmuid ua Duibhne, stake my honor!"

and shouted loudly into the empty sky.

I will first let you see, how I will kill that crazy girl. Therefore, my lord! This duel between Saber and I..."

"NO."

Mercilessly interrupting Lancer's passionate pleas, Master Lancer ordered in a colder tone.

"Lancer, assist Berserker in killing Saber. I command you with the Command Seal."

The air on the battlefield was frozen with tension.

Command Seal. Absolute command for a Servant. No matter how great Lancer's Heroic Spirit was, he couldn't break the Order of the Seal. As a result, Lancer no longer has his free will –

The red spear tip reversed its direction and attacked, flying towards Saber with a low whistle. The two demon spears, long and short, passed through the shoulders of the rapidly retreating Saber, one after another in front of his face, sweeping across the sky.

Lancer uses two spears in his left and right hands to attack targets directly behind him without turning his head. The astonishing prowess of these spears, as if they could both change shape at will, was a testament to Lancer's true power. The accuracy of Lancer's technique didn't even arouse his opponent's rebuke.

"Lancer...!"

Saber was halfway through her sentence, but she suddenly fell silent. Lancer turned around. Humiliation and anger filled his face with sadness; it speaks of the Heroic Spirit, Diarmuid's thoughts more than any strong argument.

For Lancer, whose body was bound by the Command Seal, his flesh no longer belonged to him. It was simply a cruel and merciless machine, called a Servant. All the skills and abilities that the Heroic Spirit acquired, Diarmuid manipulated carelessly, without regard for his own beliefs, used only to fulfill the Master's highest orders. As a Heroic Spirit, Saber understands Lancer's regrets very well.

Besides Lancer, Berserker approached step by step. with his eyes closed, Although the situation on the battlefield has changed, it seems that Berserker's goal seems to remain on Saber itself. As Berserker picked up the black scythe that was reflected by Lancer's red spear, and this time, he held it at eye level like a longsword. Although the form of the Noble Phantasm had changed, there was no discomfort when he used it.

Saber was out of options.

If his left hand hadn't been injured, he might have been able to fight his way out of this.

But now, Saber is at the limit of her abilities just being handled by Berserker alone. Currently, with Lancer being her enemy as well, Saber had no chance of winning.

"...Saber...I'm sorry...I-"

Boom!!!!

Ouch!! Ouch....

Lancer bounced forward and hit a container. The one who did that turned out to be Jibril who kicked him from behind. Lancer groaned in pain and stood up. Contrary to Lancer's embarrassed expression, prana vibrating from the two spears on his left and right, hiding his killing intent, appeared in the mist.

"Need help?...Me? You caterpillars are very good at making people emotional, aren't you?"

"You can all join together...and I alone am more than enough...to finish you all off"

Jibril opened his Cross eyes, and the red light grew brighter. her wings were now shining black and her beautiful hair was now even brighter, the halo on her head was getting bigger; –and this is a sign that this Flugel is about to start a head hunt.