Reincarnated As A Dragon Egg In Dxd With A Fate System - Volume 1 Chapter 258

“I guess you didn’t invite this guy to the negotiation, Iskandar.”

Drako carefully observed one of the strongest Servants of the Holy Grail War, Berserker. If he succeeds in killing him… the experience points he would gain would not be few.

“I don’t think he’s willing to negotiate,” Rider replied.

Nothing but bloodl.u.s.t flowed from the black knight. Even the swirl of prana seemed as threatening as a m.o.a.n full of deep hatred.

“So, boy, what kind of Servant is that guy?” Rider asked Waver.

However, the little Master shook his head in amazement.

“I do not know. I just can’t know.”

“What? You are a Master, aren’t you? Should his strengths and weaknesses be visible to you, huh?”

As a Master who has made a contract with a Servant, it is possible to read a Servant’s condition with powers of clairvoyance. This is a unique ability given by the Grail that has summoned the Heroic Spirits. This does not work for Irisviel, being a false Master, but Waver, the rightful Master of Rider, is able to see through the abilities of other Servants and compare them to those of Rider, to guide him as efficiently as possible in battle situations. In fact, Waver already possessed a clear understanding of the powers of Saber and Archer. But…

“I told you I can’t see it! The black guy is definitely a servant… but I just can’t read his attributes!”

Rider frowned in suspicion after Waver’s confusing explanation, and looked at the black knight again.

The armor of the color of darkness showed no characteristic trait, and gave no hint of the maker’s lineage. -No, it is not just that there are no details that could be seen; everything is blurred.

It wasn’t just Rider. Saber and Irisviel had noticed the same thing. No matter how scrupulously one looked, one could not accurately perceive Berserker’s figure.

Like an unfocused photograph, the contours of the black armor were always changing, like fog, and you could see it double or triple. Somehow, the material of the armor looked like hallucinations. And it was not the only vision that was affected; also it reached the clairvoyance of the Masters. This must be a unique kind of spell that falsifies a person’s true identity. For it was not a skill of the Berserker class.

Drako knew the reason for this.

For Someone’s Glory: Not For One’s Own Glory, one of Lancelot’s Noble Phantasms.

In his Berserker variation, it manifests itself in a kind of dark fog. This prevents the Masters from being able to investigate its parameters. Even if he were to remove his helmet, his face would also be obscured and hidden from the eyes of others.

“It seems we have another troublesome enemy…”

Saber nodded to Irisviel’s murmur.

“That’s not all. Now with five opponents, we cannot make any careless moves.”

In a real battle of all against all, the most reliable tactic is to wipe out those in numerical inferiority by concentrating efforts. Thus, if one were to show his weakness here and now, he might be forced into the worst outcome, a hopeless battle of four against one. In this case, not even Saber would have a chance.

Who will begin to attack whom, and who will seize the opportunity to make this move? And this is true for all Heroic Spirits.

Right now, Rider is not targeting anyone in particular. His purpose at this time will probably be to observe all the Heroic Spirits participating in the War of the Holy Grail. But as someone who does not know fear, he is the kind of man who would respond to anyone’s challenge.

Archer clearly sees Rider and Saber as his enemies. It seems that the Golden Heroic Spirit does not find it pleasant that those two call themselves “King of Conquerors” and “King of Knights”. His favorite target possibly is the one who provoked him, Rider.

The most troublesome ones in this place were the mysterious Mordred and his Master. Although Drako had already expressed his desire to destroy the Grail, no one could know his true feelings. Besides, he had already demonstrated enough power to kill a Servant, so special care had to be taken with him.

There remains one troublesome person.

Berserker. No one could figure out what the intention of the black knight was materialized here and now. It added to the fuss that no one could take control of the situation. No wise Master would think of condemning his Servant amid this chaos.

No doubt anyone would be equally cautious of Berserker, and even he was no exception. There was no doubt or hesitation in Archer’s red eyes; he alone held an absolute rage and intent of murder as he looked down on Berserker.

The disgusting look of the black knight was fixed on him alone, standing on the top of the lamppost; undoubtedly the golden Heroic Spirit could see that.

“You, mad dog, do you expect pity from me?”

The look of the garbage is equally low and unclean. To be the target of this glance is an intolerable misfortune for a nobleman. For Archer, who claims the title of an even greater king than Rider, Berserker’s bad manners made him a complete criminal.

All the swords and spears that looked like treasure changed direction. Now his points were entirely aimed at his new objective; that is, Berserker.

“You must at least entertain me when you are broken, you vermin.”

A sword and spear fluttered in the air after the disheartening verdict.

Weapons coming out of nowhere fired without warning -this must be why the Heroic Spirit is an archer. But this rough Noble Phantasm was too abnormal. The Noble Phantasm, which should be a treasure for the Heroic Spirit, was being thrown so carelessly, as if you threw a handful of stones.

Yet, the destructive power was enormous. The surface of the road flew as if it had been hit by an explosive blast, and the scene was enveloped by asphalt dust pulverized into particles.

“…Kh!”

Everyone swallowed saliva anyway.

In the thick dust, the shadow of the dark, tall figure wavered in its visibilities.

Berserker was stopped intact. He had merely moved from his starting point, where the road had become a crater. Of the weapons thrown by Archer, the spear is the one that caused this, hitting its target after being slightly delayed. And the sword that should have reached its target a little before the spear had not caused destruction.

The reason for that would be that the sword was in Berserker’s hands.

How many had observed the sudden offense and defense? At least Irisviel and Waver could not understand what had happened at that moment. Really – Berserker had grabbed the precious sword, the first attack launched by Archer, without much effort, and with his newly acquired weapon he had deflected the second attack, the precious spear.

“…That bastard, is he really a Berserker?”

Rider responded with a roar to Mordred’s murmur.

“For someone who has given up his reason for madness, he is a remarkably skilled fellow.”

A Noble Phantasm is a weapon for the exclusive use of the Heroic Spirit that owns it. Another Heroic Spirit holding it in his hands would not be able to handle it properly. Whether by miracle or by skill, it should be impossible to repel a consecutive attack so clearly in only one moment.

But still, more than surprise, apparently it was anger that was concentrated in Archer. All sorts of grimaces twisted his elegant face, stunned into a murderous frenzy.

“- How dare you touch my treasure with your dirty hands… You want to die so badly, you scoundrel!

The air around Archer began to dance again. Like a halo, a golden majesty turns in a circle to show a horde of new Noble Phantasm – now sixteen of them.

Not just swords and spears. There are axes, hammers and halberds. Even items of indefinite use or origin, sharp-bladed weapons of strange shapes.

Each one of them was polished like a mirror, and still possessed an enormous amount of prana flowing from them. None of them is below the level of a divine mystery… All of them, without exception, are certainly Noble Phantasm.

“That, it is not possible…”

That’s what Waver thought out loud. And the other Masters and Heroic Spirits probably thought similarly.

A Heroic Spirit doesn’t have to stop at just one Noble Phantasm. Sometimes, one can treasure three or four super-weapons that qualify as such. But none could have so many.

And here -Archer is throwing them one after another as if he had an inexhaustible supply of them. And none of them had even been seen in the battle against Assassin the night before.

“Let’s see – how far this compulsive little thief can go!”

“Calm down, King of Heroes.”

Someone actually dared to interrupt Archer.