After clearing out some monsters, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his party finally approached the building that looked like a prison.
On top of the tower, a figure was lying on a deck chair, dangling his legs out of boredom.
"Ahh... so boring..."
There was a bored expression on his face.
"By the way, why on earth does Cu Chulainn's Maeve's dog want me to build a prison here? Is it crazy?"
"No one will come to save people at all..."
He sat up and rubbed his hands twice. There was a somewhat painful expression on the man's rough face.
"Not a few of the prisoners in the prison have disappeared..."
"Oh, please, no matter who it is."
“Let’s get some prison robbers!”
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a loud noise.
boom--!!!
"well!?"
The man climbed to the edge of the city wall, looked down, and found that a grenade exploded at the door of the prison, and the person who threw the grenade was naturally...
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha----"
The man looked up to the sky and laughed, startling everyone in Fujimaru Ritsuka below. They quickly looked up and found a shirtless dark man standing on the city wall.
"Be careful, that should be the Servant Roman mentioned!" Lawrence and Mashu immediately stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, watching the male Servant warily, and distanced themselves from the prison door.
"Whoever it is, thank you for hearing my wish!" The man said loudly, looking down, with only the excitement and fighting spirit in his eyes, "Then next...
"
He jumped up and landed heavily on the ground, making a loud noise and stirring up billowing smoke.
"Ah, Master, that is——"
The smoke dispersed, revealing the appearance of the servant, and Mashu exclaimed when he saw that face.
"The Servant who once met at the Roman Singularity...Beowulf." Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally recognized him, and his eyes became solemn.
"Oh? It seems that you have seen me somewhere else. Then the matter is simple." Beowulf grinned, full of casualness and madness, and two strange weapons appeared in his hands, and he opened the
Posture, he said to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Whether it's a friend or an enemy, there is only one thing I need -"
"Come and have a fight with me!!!"
"I will be your opponent!"
An urgent and angry voice sounded, attracting Beowulf's eyes.
"Ah? Wounded? Wait..." Beowulf looked at Rama who was injured in the chest and felt a little unhappy. He wanted to have a good fight, but now all the wounded are coming...
But as Rama's momentum gradually gathered, his eyes finally became interested.
"Hoo...that's interesting."
"I will defeat you here...and then rescue Yu's Sita...!"
Rama picked up the long red sword and pointed it at Beowulf. Even with cold sweat on his face, his voice was irresistible and decisive.
Even though he was summoned as a young man, he is still the king of Kosala. As long as the king is still standing here, there is no reason to escape from the battle.
What's more, Sita's aura...is in that prison.
"Euler——!"
"Well--"
Ping——
The two weapons collided and sparks burst out, but Rama's power was obviously weaker.
His condition is still too bad.
"Miss Lawrence, please!" Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, then looked at Nightingale, "And Miss Nightingale, please be ready to release the Noble Phantasm at any time!"
"Ma Xiu, take advantage of the fighting opportunity to break open the city gate!"
"yes!"
Large-scale buff magic was cast on Rama by Lawrence. Nightingale probably had some rationality. He did not say to take out a grenade and draw a pistol to attack, but prepared the liberation under the order of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Preparation of the Noble Phantasm.
Although Lawrence's Noble Phantasm is obviously more effective than Nightingale's Noble Phantasm, the cost of its Noble Phantasm is equally serious. Although under Lawrence's self-optimization, it is no longer just as direct as before after liberating the Noble Phantasm.
Even if he faints, there will also be a long magic vacuum period, and during that period, it will be difficult for Lawrence to create a sufficient number of gem potions. On the other hand, Nightingale's Noble Phantasm, although its effect is not as good as Lawrence's Noble Phantasm,
However, it has no side effects, requires less magic power, and can even be released multiple times in a short period of time.
"Hey——!" Matthew had already gone to attack the door of the prison. Beowulf shouted and tried to stop him, but Rama struck him with his sword.
"Uh-what, your strength!?" Beowulf wanted to suppress Rama again with greater strength like he just did, but found that it no longer worked.
"Yu Ke is not so pedantic that he insists on fighting alone despite his mortal enemy...!"
Ping——
boom!!!
The crimson long sword struck the ground with momentum, and the huge force that exploded directly shattered a huge boulder next to it.
"Damn it... It seems that I need to get rid of you first." Although Beowulf was in danger, he did not seem to be mentally burdened at all. Instead, he became excited.
"Anyway, it seems that you are planning to fight to the death. In this case, it doesn't matter whether you break the door or not..."
Scarlet light appeared in his eyes, and a powerful magic power gradually condensed, staring at Rama.
"Come and fight me to the death!"
"——I wish for it!"
"Drink——"
Bang!!!
The weapons collided, and as soon as they touched the target, Rama was very fast, and stabbed Beowulf's chest with another sword. Beowulf blocked it with the weapon in his hand, and the other part of the weird weapon in Beowulf's hand also pointed towards Beowulf.
Rama's head was chopped off.
Rama chose to lower his body and turned slightly to avoid Beowulf's attack. He swung his whole body close to the ground and kicked Beowulf's ankle.
"Uh--" After being kicked in the ankle, Beowulf bared his teeth and screamed strangely. His body was a little off balance, but his powerful martial arts still worked. His other foot was lengthened, and his posture changed into a lunge.
The weapon was held in one hand, turned around, and then swept towards Rama.
Rama raised his sword and blocked the powerful and heavy blow with the blade of his sword, but he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Look at me - I'll blow your spirit base to pieces!"
With the help of distance, the weapon in Beowulf's hand has disappeared, and there is a crazy smile on his face.
His job agency——is a berserker!
"This is the root of the struggle! That is, the side that can still stand after being beaten and kicked wins!"
Magic power broke out, and Beowulf, who was bare-handed, rushed forward at a speed that was difficult for the eyes to catch. The magic power on his fists and feet was so huge that it almost escaped.