I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Suddenly, there was silence.

The sound stopped, and only the sound of the wind dominated the surroundings. However, Berserker, who could not hide his aura, clearly showed his presence before appearing.

he is. With this exact premonition in mind, Astolfo took a step forward.

"Come on, autocrat. The time has come when arrogance collapses and the dignity of the strong is kicked away!

While knocking the big tree away, the red berserker appeared.

"...Wow."

The moment they met, Astolfo immediately wanted to leave this place.

Giants are not scary. At first, Astolfo fought against a giant named Caligorante who had dozens of arms. Dragging him through the streets in high spirits.

Tough men are not scary either. Even if the opponent is a furious monster, he will take it lightly. But if the tough giant is smiling - it's a little creepy.

Yes, laughing can be scary. Someone who has clearly broken into the enemy's camp but still smiles on his face indicates that he either has considerable self-confidence, or he is so crazy that he ignores the benefits and disadvantages.

He is over two meters tall and his weapon is a short sword. Judging from the blow just now, it is relatively safe to think that his fist contains considerable destructive power.

Plus, his unyielding look is really out of the ordinary. I'm afraid that even if my blow can injure him, it won't be able to kill him completely.

That's right, even though I couldn't hurt him at all, I was still expected to take the lead, and I also understood that I had to take the lead.

"That's why I was summoned. Well, I had no choice but to get on!"

Astolfo showed an invincible smile that was no less impressive than that of the Red Berserker, and waved the golden horse gun he just held in his hand.

"Hear my voice, people from far away! Come and meet me, people from near and far! I am Astolfo, the twelve warriors of Charlemagne! Here I am upright - decide the winner!!"

Astolfo, who had long wanted to read out the long-awaited opening words, spoke out his real name without hesitation. Fortunately, the red berserker does not have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.

"Hahahahaha. Very good, this arrogance is so wonderful. Come on, come and ravage me!"

Berserker smiled while charging towards Astolfo. His movements were surprisingly agile, his body like a brown bear running wild like a wild boar.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

With a smile on his face, he swung down from the top of his head - a devastating blow that might have shattered Astolfo's petite body. Astolfo dodged magnificently.

"Huh?"

He did duck. But unfortunately, there is such a thing as a pointless attack just by dodging. Berserker's blow carved claw marks on the ground and affected Astolfo next to him, sending him flying away with just the impact.

"It hurts... it's such a hard blow."

The pain showed on his face, and his waist was swollen from the impact, but he still stood up. There was still no fear in his eyes. Once touched, it will be blown away, unable to fight with strength, and technology will be completely useless.

Even so, he is still a heroic spirit. What's more, Astolfo, one of the Twelve Warriors of Charlemagne, was not only a brave man who was even called "reason has evaporated", but he was also an adventurer who traveled around the world and established various legends.

Then, what was won in those adventures were various magic attires - horn flutes, books, phantom horses (eagles), and golden mount guns.

"Then, I'm going to go to...Argalia! Let him see your power!"

Astolfo started running. Even though he was not riding a horse, his charging speed was indeed lightning fast. However, for the Red Berserker, whose emotions were almost completely drained, this attack probably brought joy rather than fear.

The more violent the blow, the more desperate it is. I think the reversal of the blow will make people feel better. Even if his abdomen is about to be penetrated, this berserker will definitely fight back.

Therefore, Berserker wielded the sword again with full confidence. The super-compressed abdominal muscles are so strong that even steel pales in comparison.

"Trap of Argalia!"

However, the horse gun held by Astolfo was not based on killing or wounding. Of course, a gun is a gun. If you are stabbed, you will be injured. If you are penetrated through the heart, you will die.

But it was just an ordinary horse-drawn gun - it was not endowed with enhanced magic, could not penetrate all things in the world, and did not have the cause and effect to definitely hit the heart.

Despite this, the horse-mounted gun was deadly on the battlefield.

With a sudden shake, Berserker felt like he was falling. The ground that should have been firmly stepped on disappeared, and he forgot for a moment the sword that he should have swung down. Even so, his smile did not disappear, and he was not surprised at all. But it is impossible to overturn this unreasonable situation.

The Noble Phantasm "Trap of Argalia", this gun is so randomly named, but it really only exerts the effect that its name literally says. According to legend, the horse-gun favored by Prince Argalia of Catai could make anything it came in contact with fall down. The heavily armed knights fell, which on the battlefield meant that they would be linked to death. Even if this is not the case, it is not difficult to imagine how much fame can be obtained by using this gun in the extremely gorgeous jousting competition.

Then, if this gun is used on a Servant, the legend will be realized in the form of forcibly transforming the area below the knees into a spiritual body. No matter where it touches the body - even if it touches the armor woven with magic power. The gun forcibly cuts off the supply of magic power to the area below the knees, making physical reconstruction impossible for a period of time.

Having said that, this alone cannot stop the red berserker. If there is still a part above the knee, he can knock down the enemy even while crawling.

"Losing my feet is not going to stop me."

"Yeah, that's true. So, I'm going to stop you next. Okay, let's go!"

Following Astolfo's order, the demons that had been waiting for a long time pounced forward.

A golem weighing over a ton was placed on top to seal one of his hands. But the red berserker waved it away like a child. He destroyed the golem's upper body with just one punch. However, even if their heads are blown off, they can still act as if nothing happened until their functions are completely lost. This is the strength of the golems.

They methodically and solemnly covered the red berserker like ants that have captured their prey. However, the prey is neither a small, powerless animal nor a taro insect. No matter how hard the ants gnaw, the giant will never stop.

The red berserker did not stop. Even though he was transformed into a spirit from the knees down, he still marched forward bravely towards the castle.

"Hahahahaha, this is great, this is so wonderful. The enemy troops are gathering, and I am covered in wounds. Ah, that's it - the triumphal song at the time of victory must be worthy of shouting!"

Every part of his body was covered in golems. Berserker twice tried to hold up. Despite the armor made of rock, bronze, and steel, he continues to move forward.

Onward, onwards, onward. Although the red berserker is a fool, he is not a confused being.

With his nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, he understood that just ahead, the dictator was waiting.

"Well, it's so beautiful. There's no need to be humble, Caster. Your golem did a really good job. It's just that the berserker is a heretic."

"...!"

The red berserker's progress accelerated. Peeling away the demon statue that was covered in layers in front of him, he definitely saw that one.

"It's you-"

"Exactly. Red Berserker, if you are looking for someone in power, then Yu is the person who stands at the top."

"Ohhh, ohhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The red berserker jumped for joy and stretched out his arms. Just a little more, a little more, and you can reach the dictator's head with your hands. All the time, no matter when, after such suffering, there is always cloudless glory and joy. The Berserker theory is perfect and complete. No one can find flaws.

However, berserker forgot something important. Waiting at the end of that suffering is a miserable death and a cruel ending.

Berserker surges forward. Looking at him with frozen eyes was the Black Berserker—Vlad III. A hero who dominates the world in Romania and brutally slaughters all the enemies. Then, the name he was called with fear by his enemies was——

"Kazikli Bey!"

As Vlad III declared this, the nearby land arched.

"Despot, I will crush you...to crush you!"

Not even flinching from the weight of the golem, berserker swung his sword. Unexpectedly, there were sharp rafter stakes stuck in his arms. Even if it didn't hurt, the rafter piles forcibly stopped him from moving.

"I spent my whole life fighting against rebels like you. I killed them all, impaled them and left them aside until their bones rotted. But—"

Several meters long rafter piles penetrated the golem's body. Vlad III only performed the rough operation of "avoiding the spiritual core" on the rafter piles. Although some efforts were made to ensure that he would not die, he did not see the need to torture his spirit.

It would be a pity to die, but if you are lucky enough to survive - there will be an even worse hell waiting for berserker.

The body below the knees was turned into a spirit, countless golems covered the whole body, and everything but the heart and brain were pierced - even then, Berserker was still moving. In order to defeat the imminent dictator. This is no longer something that can be easily settled with words such as hatred and delusion.

That's right. What Vlad III wanted to confirm, even at the expense of half of the golems, was his belief. Is he a stupid savage who is content with just rebelling against the powerful, or is he still engraved in his heart a bottom line that he must never give in to even if he goes crazy?

Phew, the Grand Duke exclaimed with satisfaction.

"Confronting you like this, I finally understand. Your rebellion is a manifestation of your arrogant soul. You will never sit back and watch the strong ravage the weak at any time. You fight to make the strong become the weak."

Not "for" the weak. That kind of hypocritical reason, the Berserker can't reach that level yet. He just wholeheartedly——

"Have you dreamed of an equal world? You are not a dreamer, but a fanatic. For the first time, I want to pay respect to the existence of rebels. Then, I am sorry for you."

As soon as Vlad III snapped his fingers, Avisbronn stepped forward beside him.

"Let me convert your rebellion. Red berserker, from now on your masters are us."

"..."

The berserker's smile disappeared. The red berserker faced the black berserker with a sad and angry expression. The words he declared were "submission". For berserker, this is the humiliation and despair beyond death.

"So--"

Avisbronn calmly gave orders to the golems suppressing Berserker. They immediately changed into fluid and tightly wrapped around the berserker together with the rafter piles. Even the rebellious hero Spartacus could not escape from this stone prison.

After that, Vlad III lost interest in berserker. Now that he is under his command, it is no longer the black side that he is quarreling with, but the red side. For him, that was enough.

Facing the returning Vlad III, Astolfo shouted:

"Then. Next, it has nothing to do with me, so let's take the first step!"

So Astolfo hurriedly transformed into a spirit and returned to the castle. Of course, he took advantage of the situation. In a short period of time, this should not be able to take care of the situation of a mere artificial human. This is a good opportunity.

PS: It will fall when touched! (Trap of Argalia), Level D.

It was originally a golden spear held by Algaria, a knight from the Kingdom of Cathay. Although its lethality is low, it can forcibly turn the opponent's body below the knees into a spirit or make him fall down. No matter where it touches the body (even if it touches armor woven with magic power), the gun will forcibly cut off the supply of magic power to the area below the knees, making it impossible to reconstruct the body for a period of time.

So Algaria defeated all knights of his own level in horse racing, including Astolfo. One knight did not surrender after falling from his horse, but chose to draw his sword. Algaria was forced to fight with his sword, but was defeated and fled. Algaria believed too much in the power of this gun, so he made a promise to the one who defeated him to hand over his sister Angelica (the beauty who later drove Roland into madness) to him.

Angelica disappeared because she realized her brother's unfavorable situation. When the imperial competition fell into chaos, Astolfo, who broke his own gun, said "Ah, there is a gun here" to Al's head. Gallia's gun was stolen...borrowed without notice.