Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 132: [] Sir, the Times Have Changed!

Just before the spiral arrow was shot, a black figure had already impatiently charged forward.

When the three thousand Companion Cavalry recovered from the explosion, they were greeted by an utterly terrifying beast!

"Ar...!"

With a surge of black energy, Berserker snatched a cavalryman's saber and swung it, cutting down several cavalrymen and their horses into spirit particles. Then, he roared to the sky, six tail-like whips sprouting from his back and stabbing into a warhorse. As the horse's pained neigh turned into a furious scream, Berserker mounted it, brandishing the saber and carving a path of blood through the army!

This time, Kariya wasn't fighting but instead supplying all his mana to Berserker, allowing the mad knight to rampage through the army with reckless abandon!

Bang!

Sizzle!

Bang!

Clang!

Amid the constant clashing of weapons, the knights who were confident in their martial arts and engaged Berserker in close combat were all sent back to the Throne of Heroes without exception. By the end, even Berserker's weapon was chipped, so he casually threw it like a projectile, piercing the chest of a cavalryman who tried to sneak up on him. Then, he grabbed the fallen soldier's spear and continued his frenzied onslaught!

"Spread out, keep him distracted!"

Following Perdiccas's command, the Companion Cavalry, whose formation had been disrupted by Berserker, spread out in an orderly manner, forming a circle around Berserker. They harassed and distracted him from a distance, avoiding close combat.

At first, Berserker tried to break through the encirclement with his high mobility, but after his horse was slashed and wounded by the cavalry, he had to slow down. The surrounding cavalry closed in like hyenas, trapping him once more.

"Grrraaaah!"

Berserker tried several times to break free but was forced back by the raised swords and spears, leaving him to spin around in frustration.

"A cornered beast."

Hephaestion sneered, gripping his sword and stepping forward.

Even if the cavalry's strength was lacking, Hephaestion and Perdiccas were genuine heroic spirits. If they got the chance, even Berserker would suffer significant damage.

But he wasn't the only one fighting.

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"Eat my righteous RPG!"

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, a fragmentation shell landed near the cavalry, sending high-speed steel pellets flying in all directions. The pellets riddled everything around them with holes. While the heroic spirits weren't affected, the sheer force of the pellets knocked them off their horses.

"Trace on!"

A metallic light spread, forming a forty-meter-long blade in the young man's hands. His veins bulged as he swung it horizontally!

The oversized blade was like a visible wave of death, cutting everything in its path in half. When Sakatsuki stopped his attack, the path before him and Berserker was clear.

"Hey, Berserker, your airdrop has arrived!"

Sakatsuki grinned viciously, and Berserker responded with a roar.

In the distance, Waver and Iskandar suddenly realized something, their expressions changing.

"Not good! Order the two commanders to retreat, now!"

But it was too late. As the projection magic unfolded, countless firearms and modern weapons rained down around Berserker. The sheer scale of it made even Hephaestion and Perdiccas pause.

What the hell is this?

What are these strange-shaped things? Weapons?

They weren't heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail and didn't possess modern knowledge, so they had no idea what kind of danger these little things held.

At that moment, two AK-47s were already in Berserker's hands, their surfaces stained with black and red patterns.

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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the black knight pulled the trigger, the demonic bullets spun within the barrels, guided by the rifling, and sparks flew. Countless bullets shot out, tearing through the air and shattering the solidified wind.

Amid the deafening gunfire, the solidified metal of killing intent crossed the vast distance, howling as it pierced the bodies of horses and soldiers, tearing them apart from the inside.

Soldiers fell from their horses, horses screamed in agony, and the cavalry lost control, scattering in chaos.

This was the answer—

Sir, the times have changed!

"Retreat, retreat!"

Hephaestion shouted in horror, staring at the flames spitting from the metal contraptions and the thunderous roar that sounded like the wrath of the gods. He tried to rally the panicked cavalry.

But as a commander, he should have protected his own head first.

"As your king said, the battlefield is a plain. While you have the advantage in numbers, there's no cover on this flat land—how dare you face me like this?"

A calm whisper sounded behind Hephaestion. He turned sharply, only to see a flash of black and white light. His expression froze.

His head soared into the air, no blood spraying from his neck. His headless body fell from the horse, dissipating into spirit particles without a final word.

"Hephaestion!"

Perdiccas's eyes widened in rage, but his high military discipline kept him from acting rashly.

"All cavalry, retreat freely! Return to the main formation!"

If this were a battle between two large armies, the Companion Cavalry, with their formation in complete disarray, would have been utterly crushed. But they were only facing two enemies. If they could just escape their range...

Yes, if they could just escape their range—!!!

"The night is silent..."

The voice of death spoke again, and suddenly, the sky darkened.

The golden sun hanging over the desert was stripped of its light. Perdiccas couldn't help but look up, and what he saw would haunt him even after returning to the Throne of Heroes.

It was a vortex.

Hundreds, thousands of glowing, eye-like vortices surrounded the fleeing cavalry, as if leading to some void.

The young man in white robes and red clothes closed his eyes, his hands moving rhythmically, as if weaving a large-scale spell or playing a final requiem for them.

Finally, he opened his eyes, a shadow of purple and gold flashing within them.

"My shadow shall envelop the world."

—That was a shadow that should not exist in this world.

—That was an element that must never materialize.

And so, when it fell, everything would be dragged into the abyss along with it.

The deep curtain of imaginary numbers descended softly, enveloping the remaining cavalry like a pocket dimension.

When the shadow dissipated, the endless plain was empty, save for the black-armoured knight silently roaring and the white-robed, red-clad reaper smiling faintly as he gazed at the distant army.

Hephaestion, Perdiccas, and the three thousand Companion Cavalry they led.

Annihilated.

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