HBWnovel Chapter 101 The Mad Shadow
Chapter 101 The Mad Shadow
The air at the Weiyuanchuan Wharf had become completely still.
The night sky behind Gilgamesh was completely illuminated by dozens of golden ripples.
Those Noble Phantasms, with their sharp edges exposed, were like the Sword of Damocles, ready to pierce through the fools below who dared to defy the king's authority.
Iskandar narrowed his eyes, and the lightning on the Divine Wheel began to stir restlessly.
Arthur, without making a sound, shielded Artoria to his side, the Star Sword already brimming with magic enough to cleave through the night.
At the touch of a hair.
However, just as tensions were running high and everyone's attention was drawn to the golden light filling the sky...
"Roar roar roar!!!"
A ferocious roar, which belonged neither to humans nor to any wild beast in the world, suddenly exploded from the shadows of the containers on the other side of the dock!
The voice was filled with endless resentment, pain, and chaotic killing intent.
Like a black swamp gushing from the depths of hell, it instantly sent a chill down the spines of all the heroic spirits present.
In a dark corner a few hundred meters from the battlefield, Matou Kariya covered half of his face, which was being gnawed by the Crest Worms, and gasped for breath.
His one intact eye gleamed with a mad yet extremely clear-headed hatred.
"Go... Berserker, kill him!"
Through the Servant's perspective, Kariya stared intently at the high and mighty Gilgamesh.
He didn't know who that golden, glittering Heroic Spirit was, but he knew very well that it was Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant!
At this moment on the dock, the King of Conquerors was provoking, the two Kings Arthurs were on guard, and almost everyone's hostility was subtly directed at that arrogant blond man.
This is a golden opportunity! If we can take out Tokiomi's trump card here, that hypocrite Tokiomi will completely lose his support!
Actually, Kariya's initial plan was to have Berserker attack the male Arthur, but he hesitated.
Because he knew who his servant was, if he let the berserk Lancelot face his former master, who knows what kind of out-of-control changes would occur?
What's more, there are actually two King Arthurs on the field right now!
How do we fight this?
The causal bond that originated from the depths of his soul instilled fear in Yan Ye instinctively.
Therefore, he forcefully suppressed Berserker's restless obsession and hurled the rabid dog's collar at Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant.
"Um?"
At the top of the streetlamp, Gilgamesh's crimson eyes glanced down slightly.
A humanoid monster shrouded in black miasma burst through the night like a cannonball, leaping straight toward the high platform where he stood with a nauseating frenzy.
"Where did this mad dog come from, daring to disturb my enjoyment?!"
The King of Heroes was completely enraged, and the group of Noble Phantasms that were originally prepared to be fired at the King of Conquerors and others behind him instantly changed direction.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three halberds and swords, gleaming with light, shot out like lightning, accompanied by sonic booms that tore through the air, and mercilessly slammed into the black berserker in mid-air.
However, what happened next left everyone on the dock wide-eyed.
Faced with a deadly Noble Phantasm powerful enough to pierce through steel plates, Berserker did not dodge.
He stretched out his large hand, which was covered in black armor, and at the critical moment, he precisely grasped the handle of the first halberd that was shot at him!
hum!
The red and black magic patterns instantly spread like living blood vessels along Berserker's palm to the entire halberd.
The Noble Phantasm that originally belonged to Gilgamesh was forcibly given the attribute of "a berserker's possession" the moment it was grasped.
"roar!"
Using the momentum of his fall, Berserker brandished the halberd he had just seized.
Clang, clang.
With an extremely exquisite and violent martial skill, he accurately knocked away the two Noble Phantasms that followed!
"What?!" Weber exclaimed in disbelief from afar.
"Bare hands... caught that golden guy's Noble Phantasm?" Iskandar's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.
"You bastard! How dare you touch my treasures with your filthy hands?!"
Gilgamesh's rage reached its peak at that moment, and the void vortex of the Gate of Babylon instantly doubled in size.
Dozens of swords, spears, and halberds appeared like a torrential rain, carrying the murderous intent to crush him into mincemeat, and poured down on Berserker in a frenzy.
Berserker leaped wildly between the shipping containers, wielding his tainted halberd with incredible speed and precision.
Every parry and every counterattack demonstrated unparalleled martial arts skills that could not be erased even in his berserk state.
But just as he used all his strength to knock away a greatsword, preparing to use the recoil to continue charging towards Gilgamesh...
His vision, obscured by his black helmet, inadvertently swept across the battlefield below.
There stood two figures with dazzling golden hair, each holding a holy sword.
"...Arthur..."
In that instant, Kariya Matou's orders, his attack on Gilgamesh, and even his instinct for survival were all utterly shattered the moment their eyes met.
Black madness erupted from Berserker's body like a volcano that had been detonated!
"Wait, wait! Berserker! Where are you going! Come back! Your target is that golden guy!"
From afar, Kariya sensed the loss of control over the magical connection and roared in despair.
But it was too late.
Berserker let out a roar ten times more ferocious than before, and he kicked the steel wall beside him, abruptly changing the trajectory of his charge.
He threw the halberd in his hand at Gilgamesh, and then grabbed a brand-new two-handed greatsword that had just been shot at him in mid-air.
The red and black magic eroded it.
Then, this pitch-black beast, filled with a palpable grief and murderous intent,
Like a falling black meteorite, it abandoned all its enemies and crashed straight towards the location where Arthur and Artoria were!
"They're coming for us?!"
Artoria's pupils contracted. Faced with that overwhelming, ferocious attack, she instinctively wanted to raise her sword to meet it.
"Step back, Artoria."
A hand blocked her way, and Arthur's eyes flickered slightly.
A golden light flickered in the depths of his emerald eyes as he fixed intently on the afterimage shrouded in black mist in mid-air.
That kind of attack that, even when irrational and devoid of reason, still instinctively maintains perfect balance... and that kind of martial arts that can turn anything it touches into its own...
Using the Star Trail technique and his familiarity with the Knights of the Round Table, Arthur instantly saw through the true nature beneath the black armor.
That's Lancelot.
That close friend, known as the "Knight of the Lake" in his own world, who fought alongside him.
But there was no joy in Arthur's eyes, only deep sorrow and sighs.
Because he clearly sensed that what surged beneath that armor was not loyalty to the king, but a thick, unyielding guilt, self-blame, and a desire for death.
This is not my knight.
Arthur gripped the Star Sword tightly, and the wind pressure on the blade began to emit a low, dragon-like roar.
This is Artoria's Lancelot... the sorrowful soul who, because he was not punished by the king, was ultimately driven mad by his own regret.
"Roar! Arthur!!!"
With a deafening roar, Berserker raised the blackened greatsword high with both hands, and with a furious rage to destroy everything, slammed it down toward Arthur's face!
Arthur did not dodge. Facing the overwhelming black sword pressure, he swung the Star Sword in his hand with the absolute superiority and without any fancy moves.
clang!
The golden storm and the chaotic black and red miasma collided violently in the center of the dock, and the violent shockwave instantly tore the surrounding containers to pieces.
The scattered magical turbulence, like sharp blades, cut deep, crisscrossing trenches into the surrounding concrete ground.
With his sword held firmly in one hand, Arthur received Berserker's leaping strike, a strike powerful enough to split a chariot in two, with an unshakeable stance.
Berserker's unparalleled pressure in his berserk state caused the ground beneath Arthur's feet to shatter.
Arthur's emerald eyes showed no sign of backing down; he stared intently at the eyes hidden beneath the gaps in the black helmet, burning with a mad obsession.
"Are you weeping? In this world, you have finally come to this miserable state..." Arthur sighed softly, and suddenly tightened his grip on his wrist.
boom!
The Star Sword unleashed a burst of high-pressure airflow, forcefully pushing Berserker's massive body back several meters.
Arthur did not pursue, but instead slightly turned his head to look at Artoria beside him, who had already gripped the invisible sword and was preparing to step forward to help:
"Put away your killing intent and take a closer look at his martial arts, which have not collapsed even in his berserk state, Artoria."
Arthur's voice was heavy with sorrow, "That was no nobody, that was the knight who once protected you... Lancelot."
"...What?!"
Artoria froze on the spot.
Her once clear, emerald-green eyes wavered instantly.
Lancelot?
The Lake Knight, who possessed unparalleled beauty and noble character, and who always stood by her side to support her.
The black monster before me reeked of a foul stench and roared like a stray dog...
It's Lancelot?!