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Chapter 446 Girls can hold up half the sky

Berserker, in exchange for being deprived of rationality, upgrades attributes beyond the performance of the heroic spirit itself.

A follower whose rationality evaporates.

How could he put on such a calm and warm smile?

Saber frowned, and Lancer tightened his grip on the gun.

Irisviel's red pupils stared straight.

That violent aura undoubtedly revealed his identity. But Irisviel was not a real Master, so it was impossible to confirm whether the boy in front of her was really a Servant.

She and Saber exchanged a look, and after receiving the confirmation, their bodies began to tremble slightly.

Servants can sense each other, and Saber's effective distance is about 200 meters.

Judging from his words, they hid on the side and watched the battle from beginning to end, but before he took the initiative to show up, they were not aware of it at all?

Just thinking of this, Irisviel couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.

The irrational Berserker was able to completely hide his aura and watch from the sidelines?

How can it be?

This kind of thing is really too absurd.

Judging from Einzbern's past experience in the Holy Grail War, not to mention making such a calculated move, just controlling Berserker from acting randomly is already an amazing feat.

"Is it really Berserker?" Irisviel murmured to Saber, but more than anything, she wanted to deny the fact that appeared in front of her that was beyond her cognitive scope.

Berserker, any servant knows him, he is so full of wild and dangerous fluctuations, there is no class that is easier for any servant to recognize than this.

Saber nodded with difficulty, the unmitigated violence released from Ye You's body, even the whirlwind generated by its magic power began to groan, it was creepy.

"You seem to be surprised. Is it so strange for Berserker to say a few words?"

The servant who calls himself Berserker said in a troubled manner.

Just then - thunder exploded.

A straight line appeared in the southeastern sky, heading straight towards this side, and at the same time, it sprinkled sparks of lightning in the night sky.

The sound must come from it.

What is it again?

Irisviel opened her mouth in surprise.

"...chariot..."

Judging from the appearance, it is an ancient chariot. The chariot is not a war horse, but a burly and majestic bull with muscles like rolling waves. The ox's hooves stepped on the thunder and lightning, galloping through the void.

Every time the cow's hooves stepped down, purple lightning would gather under his feet, rolling up the atmosphere with a deafening sound.

Not only Irisviel, but also the secret observers were dumbfounded by this series of changes.

The person who can burst out such power in Fuyuki is undoubtedly another servant.

Stepping on the thunder and lightning, he hovered menacingly in the sky, then lowered his speed and slowly fell, landing just opposite Ye You. In this way, he formed the top corner of a regular quadrilateral with Saber and Lancer, who were still confronting each other.

Bang, the chariot crashed to the ground, and the bull breathed out hot white air, among which there was lightning.

The owner of the chariot was a burly man, and then he looked around with his piercing eyes, and then sounded a rich and stern voice: "My name is Iskander, the Conquering King, and I am participating in this Holy Grail War. And obtained the Rider class."

Everyone present except Ye You could not help but narrow their eyes.

In the Holy Grail War, hiding one's true name is strategically important.

What makes me even more uneasy is another figure in the chariot. Previously, because of the strong presence of the King of Conquerors, people ignored her.

Weber yelled a little insanely: "What are you thinking about, idiot!"

Poof, the bull's relentless exhalation sounded in the night, and Weber's protesting voice fell silent.

Iskander ignored the master's protest and glanced left and right at the confronting Saber and Lancer. Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ye You. A strong admiration appeared on his bold and rough Chinese face: "Berserker... I am so proud of you." I know a little bit about this class, but I can't believe that I can still stay so clear-headed when my rationality is drained away. It's really admirable perseverance. Even in my army, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anyone as unparalleled as you. warrior."

The conquering king stretched out a hand in advance and laughed: "How about it? Join my command. I will taste the joy of the fruits of victory with you."

Everyone present was dumbfounded when they heard his words. Suddenly, what stupid thing did he say?

Facing the sincere invitation from the Conquering King, he just shook his head calmly: "I am not interested in conquering, and I have no intention of becoming someone else's subordinate."

"That's such a shame, haha."

Being rejected, the conquering king was not angry, but just laughed.

Then he turned his eyes to both sides, "What about you? Are you willing to join my command?"

This question made Saber and Lancer frown at the same time.

The suggestion just now came from the mind and magnanimity of a king.

If we mention it again now, there is no doubt that it will belittle them both.

Does the olive branch of falling behind others mean that you are inferior to that person?

Although they can maintain their sanity under the rank of Berserker, both Saber and Lancer have self-confidence that is not inferior to others.

And the more critical issue is not here.

Saint Arturia's anger lit up directly in green, and he directed it at the Conquering King: "Is it insulting me to say 'become my subordinate' to another king?"

"What a ridiculous suggestion." Diarmuid said, raising his spear.

After making the already unpleasant suggestion twice, Saber and Lancer both looked at her with hostile glances.

Iskander seemed to have a troubled expression on his face, and while mumbling humming words, he unconsciously pressed his temples with his fists.

"You can negotiate terms with me."

Feeling that he would continue and say something even more unpleasant, Saber said calmly: "I am the king in charge of Britain. No matter what kind of person, it is impossible for me to bow my head."

In the previous battle, the Demon-Breaking Red Rose cut through the Wind King's barrier, exposing the Holy Sword. His real name has been discovered a long time ago, and it would be just a joke if he kept it hidden.

"What a surprise! I never thought that the world-renowned King of Knights could be such a weak girl?"

The conquering king's eyes were as wide as copper bells.

And his words directly made Artoria raise her sword in displeasure.

And at this moment,

"King of Conqueror, your prejudice is getting serious. What about girls? There is an old saying in my hometown that girls hold up half the sky."

The smell of gunfire that was originally tense was extinguished by Ye You's light words.

"Can a girl hold up half the sky? Hahaha, interesting!"

The Conqueror King touched his chin and laughed, "But it seems to make sense."

Artoria looked at Ye You with some gratitude.

No matter what era she was in, she was always troubled by her identity.

This servant was the only one who never underestimated her identity as a woman.