In the center of the cemetery, criss-crossing energy filled every corner, stirring up countless dust and rubble.
The air froze with the momentum of the warring sides, but it was crushed by the furious weaponry, creating a powerful air flow that seemed to tear everything apart, destroying the surrounding terrain with impunity, and plowing long and narrow ravines in the ground.
The black greatsword carried a shrill hum that easily cut through the sharpness of the Noble Phantasm, and even the brave Berserker had to retreat in the face of this sword.
If it were an ordinary heroic spirit, it would have been sharpened into a human stick in the face of this iron-sharpened artifact, but Berserker is a legendary top hero after all, wielding axes and swords with uneven blades, and using the combat experience engraved in muscles and souls to stubbornly resist attacks.
Duke swung his broadsword, his sturdy figure became faster and more fierce, and in the state of high-speed movement, his body could not be captured with the naked eye at all, and only at the moment when the weapons of the two sides collided, it would be illuminated by the shining sparks.
A violent spark was generated when the weapons collided, and the Berserker tried to pull back, but this time Duke didn't give him a chance, and with a hard stomp on his feet, he followed Berserker's backlash and launched a charge.
In the next second, the pitch-black edge flashed in an instant, and the axe sword was cut off again.
The part of Berserker's hand was only a quarter of its original length, like a rough-polished stone kitchen knife.
For the Berserker, who is good at crushing the enemy with heavy weapons, the axe and sword are the most suitable weapon for him when he loses his mind, and the short knife in his hand can no longer exert his strongest combat power.
Duke didn't give Berserker a chance to breathe, and with the momentum of the slashing axe, he stepped into Berserker's chest, swung his sword and slashed at the big hand he caught, and then spun like a spinning top, splitting Berserker's waist in half in one fell swoop.
"Roar Roar" The continuation of the inherent skill combat endowed Berserker with a tough flesh and a powerful vitality comparable to that of a legendary creature, and with only half of his body left, he clung to the black greatsword in mid-air.
The high-frequency slicing continued to shatter Berserker's flesh and bones, and large swaths of dirty blood splattered in all directions, and Duke sent his sword forward with a cold light, the tip of which pierced the back of his heart, revealing a cold cold light on his broad back.
Buzz The whispering stopped, and Duke, without the intention of desecrating the corpse, returned his hand to pull the greatsword back, but Berserker's bloody hands gripped the blade tightly.
The muscles in his chest and back contracted together, and he did not relax even when he was dead, giving people the feeling that the long sword had pierced into the cooling molten steel and had already merged.
Duke licked his lips, a happy smile on his lips, released the sword in his hand, and took a few steps back to wait for the Berserker to come back to life.
Hercules, worthy of the legendary hero, cannot be defeated even if he dies, this hearty battle really fascinates the old man.
You still have ten lives, hurry up and attack it, and make the old man even more happy."
As if hearing Duke's voice, Berserker's dead eyes opened again, red light bloomed all around him, and his torn body rebuilt himself, drew the great sword on his chest, and stood up again.
Qiang Berserker swung his sword twice, but didn't hear the expected hum, sanity equaled nothing, and without much thought, he roared and charged at Duke.
Even in his frenzied state, he did not abandon the dignity of a great hero, and he wanted to defeat Duke and wash away the shame of being killed continuously.
Duke held his five fingers in a void, and another pitch-black heavy sword was condensed and formed, and the sword body wrapped in black mist carried a thick aura of decay, and where the sword blade passed, the air suddenly stagnated, and even Feng'er was killed.
Like he said, it's not difficult to kill the berserker in twelve ways, he has a lot of means. rumble The two pitch-black swords met, and the raging storm was vented in all directions, overturning large swaths of soil and earth, and Duke's silver hair was blown backwards.
Berserker's feet sank into the ground, the muscles of his legs tense and swollen, firmly rooted in the ground, large cracks spreading behind him, moving little by little like twisted snakes.
The A-rank strength is worthy of the name of his Hercules, but it is enough to sweep away all the servants, but at this moment, even if the blood vessels under the skin of his arms are all bulging, condensing the strength of his whole body into a point, he will not be able to defeat the enemy in front of him.
As for Duke, he was also struggling to resist the terrifying power that erupted from Berserker's sword, and the more powerful the enemy, the more it could activate the power he hid within.
I saw him smile heartily, his eyes narrowed into thin lines, and after a soft snort, he pressed the berserker forward step by step.
Duke's forward movement shifted from slow to sharp, deflecting the blade of the sword and staggering, catching Berserker off guard, and taking advantage of the gap in his sword to retreat, the black sword slashed diagonally from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.
Berserker let out a cry of pain and opened his big hand to grab Duke's head with the roar of falling cannonballs, but Duke was nimble enough to dodge and retreat a section of space in three or two steps.
The black mist sword was not a high-frequency weapon, and naturally it was not as sharp as sharpening iron, leaving only a bone-sharp wound on Berserker's tough body.
But this wound made him scream again and again in a state of madness, and the lifeless gray spread to the surroundings, devouring life while leaving behind fine fragments of weathered gravel.
It is a cursed sword, and if it is hit, it will leave an unhealable cursed wound, and the power of death will swallow the life force of the wounded, and eventually turn into a dry bone.
Berserker died for the third time Duke stuck his lifeless sword into the ground, and with the summoning of his magic, he condensed a flaming greatsword with golden light all around it.
"Berserker for the fourth time, you will die in the flames" "Roar Roar" Duke's response was still an unknown roar, but everyone could feel that Berserker was angrier than before.
A jump slash forced Duke back, picked up Duke's discarded lifeless greatsword, held one in each hand, and danced into an indestructible sword net, pressing down frantically towards Duke.
The terrifying power unleashed by the twin swords should have completely crushed anything they encountered, but they were repeatedly attacked by the Flame Greatsword, cutting off the attack route and having to rush back to defense.
"It's useless, your swordsmanship has been seen through by the old man, it's all over" The swing of weapons on both sides and the strong air pressure brought by the movement made several people dozens of meters away keep retreating, and the burning meaning in the air made their chests and abdomen seem to be scorched by a heat wave every time they breathed.
Just as they raised their arms to block the blinding golden light, Berserker was pierced through his chest by the flaming sword, and a fiery dragon burst out from the tip of the sword that pierced out of his back, whirling and scorching Berserker's body into charcoal.
Berserker dies for the fourth time Qiang An invisible sword appeared in Duke's hand, and the surging wind shook the wilds, and the rolled wind blade cut the ground in criss-crossing cuts.
"For the fifth time, you'll be shaved to the skeleton by the wind" "Roar Roar" "For the sixth time, you will be crushed by the gravity of the earth" "For the seventh time, you will be torn apart by thunder" "For the eighth time, you will be frozen to the bone marrow" "For the ninth time, you will be cast out by the light to the abyss" "For the tenth time, the abyss is unwilling to contain your remains" "Eleventh time, shatter in the endless void" "What is going on in this future, why is there such a monster, could it be that aliens invaded the earth with a space fleet, so powerful heroes were born" Red A complained silently, and he didn't know how to spit out the complexity in his heart.
Berserker was hanged and beaten, he was hung up and beaten in various ways, and the twelve trials were broken eleven times, and only one life was left, and no one thought that he could turn the tables.
Berserker is a legendary hero whose strength is beyond the reach of humans, but his enemy Caster is clearly a notch stronger and has stepped into unimaginable levels.
"Is my Holy Grail Battle in purgatory mode, I would have known that it would have come, Emiya Shirou would definitely not survive" Hong A shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he was very unwilling in his heart.
Compared to Duke and Berserker, his strongest melee is a little out of hand, just think about the hole card infinite sword system, it doesn't seem to be very reliable.
Several onlookers on the edge of the battlefield stared at each other, their big mouths couldn't be closed, and they showed their shock with their superb facial skills, the great heroes of Greek mythology were killed eleven times in a row, and who else would be Duke's opponent Qiang Duke swept Berserker away with his sword, and his figure flashed in front of him, swinging his iron sword through his shoulder blades and pinning him to the ground.
Then, with a single move, he pulled four great swords from the sky and pierced through Berserker's limbs, immobilizing him.
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"Twelfth time, you will die from" “berserker” Duke was interrupted in the middle of his sentence by Lori's voice, and Illya, with tears in her eyes, stumbled over, her arms outstretched between Duke and Berserker, a hint of begging in her angry eyes.
"Bad old man, don't hurt him" "Little girl, don't say that, it will make the old man think that he is a villain" Duke smiled faintly, reached out and rubbed Illya's head.
"You promised" "Hehe, after all, the old man is not a demon" As Illya smiled in distress, Duke continued to utter unfinished words: "Berserker, twelfth, you will be devoured by the dragons" As the cold words fell, a terrifying coercion swept the audience, and in the magic array that lit up behind Duke, five huge dragon heads poked out one by one: