Even the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, silently observed as Berserker joined the battle. As a Servant under the Berserker class, subjected to the curse of Madness Enhancement, he had lost his reason and was incapable of normal communication.
However, what truly caught the Conqueror King's attention was that invincible warrior—a fighter who could effortlessly handle a three-on-one battle!
Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Alaric gazed at the approaching Berserker. The lamppost in his hand, eroded by black and red patterns, transformed into his Noble Phantasm!
Wielding the lamppost as a staff, Berserker swung it in a sweeping arc!
As the long staff moved, the surrounding air roared, as if some massive entity was moving at an astonishing speed, generating a powerful gust of wind.
His strength was enough to shatter mountains and split stones!
"Aaaarthur!!!"
Even in his state of madness, the obsession engraved in his heart had not faded. His instinctive martial prowess manifested in this very moment!
Boom!
Facing the incoming Berserker, Alaric countered with a reverse sword swing. As a disciple of Lancelot, Alaric was fully familiar with Lancelot's combat techniques!
In an instant, the cold gleam of his blade severed the incoming staff. However, this did not stop Berserker's attack. Even with his weapon broken, the remaining portion was still capable of inflicting tremendous damage.
"Aaaarthur!!!"
The furious and sorrowful roar echoed in Alaric's ears. As he gazed at the knight shrouded in dark energy, he could only smile helplessly.
"Seriously? How can you still mistake me for someone else?"
Clang! Clang! Clang!
With Berserker's overwhelming presence, Alaric was forced out of the battle between Saber and Lancer—
But that was not an option.
Screech.
With a sudden crouch, Alaric closed the distance between himself and Berserker to within arm's reach—so close that he could almost touch him!
A dark magical glow burst from Alaric's hand!
In that instant, Alaric seized the light!
His sudden movement was so fast that even Berserker couldn't react in time!
"That said, now's not the time for reminiscing!"
Grinning, Alaric launched a devastating punch straight into Berserker's chest!
Boom!
The force of the punch carried the weight of a thousand pounds, surpassing the speed of sound several times over. The mere movement of his fist created a terrifying phenomenon as if the very atmosphere around them was being blasted away!
Visible air currents surged past his fist, exploding in sharp sonic booms.
Berserker, facing this direct hit, had his armor shatter silently before the sheer force, allowing the devastating punch to land fully on his chest. The compressed, overwhelming power erupted in an instant!
A force so mighty—it could split mountains and seas!
Boom!!!
Under this immense impact, Berserker was sent flying like a black comet, crashing straight into a mountain of shipping containers. However, even these feats of human engineering could not stop the knight's relentless momentum.
Within mere moments, Berserker was blasted beyond the port's boundaries, soaring into the raging ocean waves!
The residual shockwave stirred the sea, creating towering waves as if parting the ocean itself!
"So, gentlemen, do you still want to continue?"
Still filled with battle excitement, Alaric glanced at Saber and Lancer. When Berserker attacked him, neither of them had joined forces with Berserker against him.
Instead, they upheld their knightly honor and refrained from interfering.
Though the battle had lasted only seconds, this brief pause gave them no real advantage. Even if Saber and Lancer had teamed up with Berserker against him, Alaric had absolute confidence in his ability to fight them all!
Seeing how effortlessly Alaric had forced Berserker out of the battle, not only were Saber and Lancer taken aback, but even Iskandar, who had been spectating all this time, let out a hearty laugh.
"Hahahaha! Not only is your comrade powerful, but he's also a true warrior, honed by countless battlefields!"
Beside him, Waver Velvet could barely close his gaping mouth.
Waver never would have imagined that the Alaric he had spent a year with possessed such a wild side.
"Aren't you a Magus? No, wait… a Magecraft user?!" Waver still remembered Alaric's self-introduction. "Since when could a magecraft user be this powerful?"
He couldn't comprehend it—none of the Masters present could understand the sheer force that Alaric had just displayed.
Among them, Lord El-Melloi, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower, wore an expression darker than ever.
A Magus with no lineage achieving such a feat—this was something Kayneth simply could not accept.
Unlike the still-young Waver, the experienced Lord El-Melloi could glean far more information.
The sheer purity of Alaric's magical energy was comparable to Divine Aura—a feat rarely seen in the Clock Tower.
Divine Aura was a manifestation of both human and divine power, a high-efficiency magical energy formed only when divine essence was mixed with mana. Yet, Alaric, despite lacking divine heritage, had achieved an equivalent level through pure magic alone.
Even among the Lords, Kayneth had never seen a Magus reach such heights—
How was this possible?
He had always assumed Alaric was just a first-generation Magus, a commoner who would never surpass them. Despite his talent, he had no proper means to develop it.
That was how it was supposed to be!
Kayneth clenched his fists and struck the metal railing beside him, his glare locked onto the battlefield below.
The mere release of Alaric's magical energy had already forced him to rely on his Mystic Code to resist—what an unacceptable humiliation!
Unlike the furious Kayneth, Kiritsugu Emiya had already begun preparing for retreat.
Alaric's unexpected appearance and overwhelming strength had shattered his plans. Even the residual shockwaves of the battle were beyond what he could handle.
Even if he attempted to use an Origin Bullet, hitting Alaric would be nearly impossible.
He needed to start over—
But Kiritsugu knew one thing: Alaric's target was Irisviel von Einzbern. Unless he secured Irisviel, Alaric wouldn't leave.
Tonight was far from over.
At that moment, a king's laughter echoed across the port.
"Hahahahahaha! Interesting! You've given this king quite an entertaining performance!"
The golden king, Gilgamesh, laughed heartily. Behind him, dozens—no, hundreds—of golden portals opened, each revealing a legendary treasure aimed directly at Alaric.
The oldest hero of mankind had been watching silently all this time, but now, he was finally making his move!
The golden radiance stretched infinitely, the overwhelming magic and the sheer brilliance of countless Noble Phantasms filling the air with tension—
Everyone felt the pressure.
Everyone, except for Alaric.
With an unwavering smile, Alaric turned to face the King of Heroes, who had once again chosen a high vantage point.
Grinning, he said:
"Looks like tonight won't be an easy one."