Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

In the center of the cemetery, criss-crossing energy filled every corner, stirring up countless dust and gravel.

The air was solidified by the momentum of the two warring parties, but it was divided and crushed by the berserk weapons, creating a strong airflow that seemed to be able to tear everything apart, unscrupulously destroying the surrounding terrain, and plowing long and narrow ravines on the ground.

The big black sword carried a screaming hum, easily cut off the sharpness of the Noble Phantasm, and even the brave and unparalleled Berserker had to back away from this sword.

If it were an ordinary heroic spirit, they would have already been cut into a human stick in the face of this artifact that cuts iron like mud, but Berserker is a legendary top hero after all. With the fighting experience in his soul, he is stubbornly blocking.

Duke swung his big sword, and his vigorous figure became faster and more fierce as he fought. In the state of high-speed movement, his body could not be captured by the naked eye at all.

A burst of intense sparks was generated when the weapons collided, and Berserker wanted to pull back, but this time Duke didn't give him a chance, he stomped his feet hard, and launched a charge following Berserker's retreat.

In the next second, a pitch-black edge flashed past, and the ax sword was cut off again. The part Berserker held in his hand was only a quarter of its original length, resembling a roughly polished stone kitchen knife.

For Berserker, who is good at crushing the enemy with heavy weapons, the ax and sword are the most suitable weapons for him when he loses his mind. Now the short knife in his hand can no longer exert his strongest combat effectiveness.

Duke didn't give Berserker a chance to catch his breath. Taking advantage of the charge of cutting off the ax and sword, Duke stepped into Berserker's chest, swung his sword and flew towards the big hand he caught, and then his body spun like a spinning top, splitting Berserker's waist in one fell swoop. into two halves.

"Ho Ho Ho—"

The inherent skill "Continuation of Battle" endowed Berserker with a tough body and a powerful vitality comparable to a legendary creature. With only half of his body left, he hugged the black sword tightly in mid-air.

The high-frequency cutting continuously smashed Berserker's flesh and bones, and a large amount of dirty blood splashed in all directions. Duke sent the long sword forward with cold eyes.

Buzz buzz———

The whispering sound stopped, Duke didn't have the idea of ​​desecrating the corpse, and drew back the great sword, but Berserker's bloody hands held the sword tightly. The muscles of his chest and back also contracted and closed together, even though he was dead, he did not relax a bit, giving people a feeling that the long sword had pierced into the cooling molten steel and had already merged into one body.

Duke licked his lips, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, let go of the long sword in his hand, and stepped back a few steps to wait for Berserker to come back to life.

"Hercules is indeed a great hero in the legends. Even if he dies, he cannot be defeated. This hearty battle really makes me obsessed. You still have ten lives. Hurry up and attack me to make this old man even more happy." !"

As if hearing Duke's voice, Berserker opened his ashen eyes again, red light bloomed all over his body, his torn body was reshaped, he pulled out the great sword in front of his chest, and stood up again.

Clang!

Berserker swung his long sword twice, but didn't hear the expected humming. He was as rational as nothing and didn't think too much. He roared and charged at Duke. Even in the state of madness, he did not abandon the dignity of a great hero. He wanted to defeat Duke and wash away the shame of being killed consecutively.

Duke's five fingers were held empty, and another pitch-black epee was condensed into shape. The sword body was surrounded by black mist with a thick air of decay. Where the sword edge passed, the air suddenly stagnated, and even the wind was blown killed.

Like he said, killing Berserker a dozen ways wasn't difficult, he had plenty of them.

boom! ! !

When the two pitch-black swords met, the turbulent wind vented in all directions, a large area of ​​soil was overturned, and Duke's silver hair was blown backwards.

Berserker's feet sank into the ground, the muscles in his legs tensed and swelled, firmly rooted in the ground, and a large crack spread behind him, moving like a twisted thin snake. The power of A+ level is worthy of his name of Hercules, but it is enough to sweep away all followers, but at this moment, even if the blood vessels under the skin of his arms are all protruding, and the strength of his whole body is condensed into one point, he still cannot defeat the enemies in front of him.

As for Duke, he was also struggling to resist the terrifying power erupting from Berserker's long sword. The stronger the enemy, the more he could stimulate the power hidden in his body. He had a hearty smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into thin lines, and after a soft drink, he pushed Berserker forward step by step.

Duke's forward speed changed from slow to rapid, deflecting the blade and staggering away, catching Berserker by surprise, and taking advantage of the vacancy when he retracted his sword to block back, the black sword glow slashed from his shoulder to his lower abdomen obliquely.

Berserker let out a pain, and opened his big hand to catch Duke's head with the roar of falling shells, but Duke dodged it nimbly, and retreated a space in two or three steps.

The long sword shrouded in black mist was not a high-frequency weapon, and naturally it was not as sharp as cutting iron. It only left a bone-seeking wound on Berserker's tough body. But this wound made him in a state of madness scream again and again, and the gray life filled with death spread to the surrounding area, devouring the vitality while leaving fine and broken gravel that was constantly weathered.

This is a cursed sword, as long as it is hit once, it will leave a cursed wound that cannot be healed, and the power of death will engulf the vitality of the wounded, and eventually turn into a piece of dry bone.

Berserker dies for the third time!

Duke stuck the long sword lingering in death on the ground, and under the call of the magic power, he condensed a flaming sword with golden light all over it.

"Berserker! For the fourth time, you will die in flames..."

"Ho Ho Ho—"

The response to Duke was still an unexplained roar, but everyone could feel that Berserker was even angrier than before. A jump and chop forced Duke back, picked up the dead sword that Duke had discarded, held one in each hand, danced into an invincible sword net, and pressed down on Duke crazily.

The terrifying power stirred up by the two swords should have completely crushed everything encountered, but it was repeatedly attacked by the flaming sword, cutting off the attack route, and had to return to defense in a hurry.

"It's useless, your sword skills have been seen through by the old man, everything is over!!"

The strong air pressure brought up by the two sides waving their weapons and moving made several people tens of meters away keep retreating. The burning feeling in the air made their chests and abdomens feel as if they were being scorched by heat waves every time they took a breath.

Just when they raised their arms to block the dazzling golden light, Berserker was pierced through the chest by the flaming long sword, and a fire dragon burst out from the tip of the sword pierced out of the back, spinning and roasting Berserker's body into charcoal.

Berserker dies for the fourth time!

Clang!

An invisible invisible sword appeared in Duke's hand, and the surging wind stirred the surrounding fields, and the rolled up wind blades cut the ground into criss-cross cuts.

"The fifth time, you will be shaved into a skeleton by the strong wind..."

"Ho Ho Ho Ho—"

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"The sixth time, you will be crushed by the gravity of the earth..."

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"The seventh time, you will be torn apart by the thunder..."

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"The eighth time, you will be frozen to the bone..."

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"For the ninth time, you will be abandoned by the light to the abyss..."

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"For the tenth time, the abyss is unwilling to take in your remnant..."

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"For the eleventh time, smash into the endless void..."

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"This...what happened in the future? Why is this monster born? Is it possible that aliens invaded the earth with a space fleet, so powerful heroes are born?" Red A complained silently, not knowing how to express the complexity in her heart .

Berserker was hanged and beaten. He was hung up in different ways and beaten in various ways. He was broken eleven times in the Twelve Trials, and only one life remained. No one thought he had the possibility of a comeback.

Berserker is a legendary hero, whose strength has already surpassed the reach of human beings, but his enemy Caster is obviously stronger than that, stepping into an unimaginable level.

"Is my Holy Grail War in purgatory mode? If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come here. Shirou Emiya would definitely not survive..." Red A shook her head and smiled wryly, but she was very unwilling in her heart. Compared with Duke and Berserker, his strongest melee combat is a bit unreliable. Try to think about the hole card "Unlimited Sword System", it seems that it is not very reliable.

The onlookers on the side of the battlefield stared wide-eyed, their big mouths could not be closed, and they expressed their shock with exquisite facial expressions. The great hero in Greek mythology was killed eleven times in a row. Who else would be Duke's opponent?

Clang! ! !

Duke swept Berserker away with a sword, and rushed to him in a flash, swinging his iron sword through his shoulder blades and nailing him to the ground. Then with a single move, he pulled four large swords from the sky and passed through Berserker's limbs, immobilizing him.

"For the twelfth time, you will die of..."

"Berserker!!!"

Duke's words were interrupted by Lolita's voice halfway through. Illya stumbled over with tears in her eyes, opened her arms to block between Duke and Berserker, and begged in her angry eyes.

"Damn old man, you are not allowed to hurt him!"

"Little girl, don't say that, it will make the old man think I'm a villain!" Duke smiled lightly, and reached out to rub Ilya's head.

"You promised!?"

"Hehe, after all, the old man is not a devil!"

Just as Illya smiled, Duke continued to say: "Berserker, for the twelfth time, you will be swallowed by dragons!"

As the cold voice fell, a terrifying coercion swept the audience, and five huge dragon heads protruded from the magic circle lit up behind Duke...