Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"I don't know what he chose in his life. Perhaps he gave up his own happiness for the happiness of the majority and became a 'wise king' who simply ruled the country. But the current Mr. Rama must love Miss Sita."

"Like the people I met on my journey, they hold dear those they cherish in their hearts and fight for them..."

"I think..."

Mashu opened her eyes: "This is definitely not a bad thing."

The sharp red scabbards gleamed with a terrifying light.

The power to slay the dragon erupted completely at this moment, every taut muscle filled with explosive power.

His speed wasn't fast; it was about the same as that of an ordinary Servant.

But even with just a slight action, the pressure came head-on!

"What's wrong? Afraid to attack?... Well, I'm going to attack then~~"

Beowulf grinned.

"Who wouldn't dare to attack! Don't underestimate us!" Artoria gritted her teeth in anger.

Golden magical light clung to the staff, and with the fairy's powerful physique, it charged wildly, as if it were not a magic staff for casting spells, but a giant sword to cut down enemies!

"Good! A decent strike...but..."

Artoria's staff struck down like a meteor in the dark space, but Beowulf seemed to see through it, easily blocking it with his sword, and then slashing forward with his other greatsword.

"Unfortunately, I am stronger now."

Despite being an extremely heavy greatsword, it whirred like a spinning electric fan in Beowulf's hands.

"?!"

Although Artoria has trained in close combat since childhood, she is still no match for a warrior like Beowulf who has high strength and high endurance.

More importantly, while the Celtic Three Freaks enjoy fighting, they often hold back and sometimes don't take battles seriously, as long as they have fun, they don't care about winning or losing.

Beowulf is different; he not only wants to have a good fight, but he also wants to fight to the death.

He's the kind of berserker with an extremely clear mind.

"—!"

Just as Artoria felt a tremendous force coming from her staff, another sword silently arrived at that moment!

not good!

There's practically no chance to use a defensive technique against Suzheng at this distance!

Keng——!

Beowulf's face showed a look of astonishment, and then he saw Mash, with a resolute look in her eyes, use her petite body to raise her huge shield and block Beowulf's greatsword.

"Hmm...it blocked it?" Beowulf's face still wore a pure yet manic smile.

"There is a flaw!"

Nightingale's eyes narrowed, and then she flashed around to the rear to launch an attack!

"Feel sorry...!"

boom!

The fist that made the air buzz was easily dodged by Beowulf simply tilting his head.

"There isn't such a thing!"

Beowulf's face was contorted with madness.

"You are all indeed very strong, but the so-called warrior... has always been someone who risks their life!"

Swish——! !

The sharp sword light flew in all directions, the blade like a storm!

In an instant, Beowulf used his immense strength to repel Castor and Mash, then turned around and held the Crimson Sword horizontally to block Nightingale's powerful punch.

"Not bad, that's impressive, fellow Berserker!"

"Come! Fight me!"

"Tata Kai!!!"

Nightingale knew she had missed her target repeatedly.

In her previous battles with Diarmuid, Finn, and Fergus, she had already experienced the Celts' formidable strength and exquisite skills.

However, although Beowulf is not of the same kind as them, he is clearly no less ferocious in terms of sheer madness in battle.

[The Roar of the Angels]

The power of the nurse, a primordial being, enables her to fight continuously against powerful warriors.

The other side is the very originator of the word "Berserker," and in a sense, the whole of North America is a war of programs.

The endless battle cannot be saved without healing.

"A battle? I understand..."

Nightingale's eyes darkened: "An endless fighting spirit, that's a disease. Don't worry—"

"Whether it's Finn, Diarmuid, or Fergus... or even you, Beowulf, you are all heroes who saved the people—"

"Therefore, I will cure your illness, even if it takes your life!"

The series of attacks carried a heavy, imposing force.

Although the nurses' physical strength was not outstanding, their precise judgment honed through years of surgery could indeed pose a considerable threat to Beowulf.

In just a moment...

As if it had been expected all along,

Matthew and Castor began to release their momentum.

Faced with strong attacks, they stopped defending and adopted a different strategy.

"Ok?"

A sense of unease crept into Beowulf's mind, but the opponent's combos, even more frequent than a sudden downpour, left him no time to be distracted.

"I see, then..."

Even the strongest fists can't fight against a large number of hands; even Beowulf would be at a disadvantage in this situation.

He has high durability, a large health bar, and high attack power, but correspondingly, he is also quite likely to be bound.

His muscles bulged high, and his berserk power was unleashed to its fullest extent!

"This is...?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, carrying the Rama backpack, was giving instructions when, in that instant, she seemed to see Beowulf's attack clearly!

The opponent's sword slipped from his hand.

It wasn't that he was knocked away by a powerful attack, but rather that he deliberately chose to dissipate his Noble Phantasm!

What...is this supposed to be?!

Almost subconsciously, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have a premonition, a premonition of everything.

The movement of air, the sound of weapons clashing in battle

—It can't be wrong!

Beowulf chose to abandon his Noble Phantasm and instead risked everything with his fists at this critical moment.

As for the outcome of the exchange, Fujimaru Ritsuka was unsure, but judging from Beowulf's imposing presence, Nightingale would definitely suffer a loss... or even be injured.

Fortunately, Fujimaru Ritsuka still has quite a few cards up her sleeve.

[Instant Dodge] can be used as a super short-range instant teleportation...

Then the next part is (VI) The strange weapon suspected to be Japanese silk!

"Castor!"

With just a voice, Caster understood immediately, and the enhancement he was holding instantly applied to Nightingale.

This is a signal.

Once the enhancement is applied, Nightingale will no longer hold back.

In battle, she unconditionally trusted her comrades, much like a deputy in a clinical operation trusts the attending physician.

boom!

Beowulf swung his fist with all his might, and his fist instantly created a sonic boom, turning into a blur as it hurtled towards Nightingale.

then!

"Impossible, it's a failure!"

Beowulf was puzzled, but he understood in an instant!

"later!"

He quickly turned around, but whether he could make it in that short time was up to him.

At that moment, Beowulf clearly saw that Nightingale's iron fist seemed to be gleaming with a cold light!

Boom!

A loud bang was heard...

Beowulf only had time to cross his arms in front of him for an emergency defense!

However, even so, there was not enough time. Everything in front of him began to spin wildly, and Beowulf was sent flying backward and was embedded hard into the wall.

"Ughhhh—!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

It's obvious that a special operation has been launched.

"Just like that, Artoria and Mash were taken care of in one go!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said this.

Mash and Castor responded immediately, then gripped their weapons and continued forward!

"Ugh...!"

Rama's face showed a pained expression, clearly despite Fujimaru Ritsuka's continuous healing magic.

However, the aftershocks of the battle aggravated his wounds.

"Hold on a little longer. We'll see Sita soon, very soon!"

"I promise you, I will definitely let you meet, I definitely will!"

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Master."

The apologetic-looking boy said this, but Fujimaru Ritsuka did not stop walking.

However, just as they continued on their way...

"Oh dear, we can't let you pass so easily!"

A spiral falling from a height...

No, was that a charged downward kick?!

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up, she saw a long, beautiful leg slam down on her.

"Watch out, Caster..."

Clang~~

Castor hurriedly raised his staff to defend himself.

"Oh my, isn't this Artoria? Really, what a coincidence to run into you here... What a coincidence!"

"you..."

Artoria's eyes widened.

He didn't even notice that his beret had tilted to one side.