143: Chapter 143 Famous Scene Recreation Party

"BOOM—!!!"

Heracles' mountain-like, massive body smashed violently through the alley's red brick wall.

His crimson eyes left two afterimages in the night, and that nameless axe-sword, wider than a door, swung down with a terrifying gale!

PD, who had taken control of the body of [Avenger, Angra Mainyu], felt the terrifying wind pressure that was about to crush him and closed his eyes in despair.

The [Strength] stat of his Heroic Spirit body was a bottom-tier Rank E! Forget tanking a hit from Berserker’s axe; even a graze from the wind pressure it generated would likely send him straight back to the Throne of Heroes!

"It's over, it's over! The internet's biggest whale just gave up first blood within a minute of starting!"

"That's what you get for pulling the weakest stat block, hahaha!"

The viewers in the livestream had already begun their premature, gloating moment of silence.

At that critical moment.

A single decent stat from his profile suddenly flashed through PD's mind—[Agility: A]!

"I can't beat him, but can't I at least outrun him?!"

PD's survival instinct exploded. Gritting his teeth, instead of raising his two tattered weapons to block, he performed a smooth slide right between Berserker's legs!

Not only that, but the moment he rose from the slide, he exerted strength in both arms and hoisted the large, green, environmentally friendly trash can—which contained his "Master's physical body"—onto his shoulders!

Although Angra Mainyu claimed to be the weakest Servant, in the Type-Moon setting, even Rank E Strength represents ten times the power of an average person. Lifting a trash can was naturally no problem.

"The wind's tight! Bolt—!"

Amidst the roar of Berserker's axe turning the entire alley into rubble, tens of thousands of viewers watched in stunned silence as the dark-skinned Heroic Spirit, covered in eerie tattoos, sprinted through the ruins of Fuyuki City at the terrifying speed of Rank A Agility—carrying a stinking green trash can like Tanjiro carrying Nezuko's box!

"ROAR—!!!"

Missing his strike, Berserker let out a furious roar and, like an out-of-control heavy bulldozer, smashed through house after house in a violent pursuit of PD!

"Holy crap, holy crap! Big guy, stop chasing me! I'm just a loser summoned from a piece of rag! What satisfaction do you get from killing me?!"

PD wailed and howled while lugging the trash can in front, while Berserker demolished everything in his path behind him with sparks and lightning.

This chase, perhaps the most ridiculous in history, sent the livestream's bullet chat into a laughing frenzy:

"Hahahaha! What the hell, the Trash Can Drift King!"

"Angra Mainyu: Master, you're really heavy."

"Is this the true value of Rank A Agility? That running posture is just too much!"

Just as PD was fleeing blindly with the trash can near Fuyuki City's central square, he felt the ground beneath him tremble violently. Then, a terrifying shockwave comparable to a Category 12 typhoon, mixed with rubble, slammed into him!

"Clang—! BOOM!"

The dense sound of clashing metal and dazzling magical sparks instantly lit up the entire night sky!

The scene that followed made PD gasp.

In the center of the square, two figures like shooting stars were clashing frantically at speeds exceeding the limits of dynamic vision!

On one side was a blonde girl knight wielding an invisible sword, each swing kicking up a violent whirlwind; on the other was a white-haired young man in a red coat, wielding the twin blades Kanshou and Bakuya, parrying calmly amidst the flashes of blades.

This was a true clash of titans under the akashic engine! Every collision between the invisible sword and the black-and-white blades exploded into visible circles of brilliant magical halos in mid-air.

The gale tore up the road, and the surrounding streetlights and trees snapped like weeds caught in a meat grinder.

This hardcore ACT action interaction and the visceral impact of every blow perfectly showcased the violent aesthetics of the Type-Moon universe!

"Holy crap, this is top-tier combat choreography! Am I even playing the same game as them?!"

Terrified, PD quickly hugged his trash can and, like a sewer rat, huddled deep in the shadows of some rubble, not even daring to breathe.

However, when he looked up along the edge of the battlefield, a scene that left him even more speechless appeared.

On top of a towering outdoor billboard less than fifty meters from the battlefield, two figures were actually standing face-to-face in a flamboyant manner.

Those were clearly the Masters of Saber and Archer!

These two players, who were lucky enough to pull top-tier Servants at the start, were now completely immersed in the grand atmosphere of a "fated duel" from the original story.

To pursue the ultimate "role-playing immersion," they hadn't even set the most basic [Concealment Command] for their physical bodies. They just stood there defenseless on high ground, facing the wind, and even turned on the local public voice chat to exchange chuunibyou lines in exaggerated tones:

"Even if hell lies ahead, I shall never retreat! Go, Saber! Let him witness the supreme glory of the King of Knights!"

"Hmph, naive idealist! It's nothing but a futile struggle! Archer, begin projection! Teach this overconfident fool a lesson!"

Watching these two players standing under the spotlight like idiots, striking poses as if they couldn't wait to broadcast their coordinates to the entire map, the corner of PD's mouth twitched uncontrollably from his hiding spot.

"Are these two guys' brains fried? Do they really think they're filming a movie?"

And just then, a thunderous "BOOM!"

Berserker, who had been chasing PD, crashed into the center of the square like a meteorite falling from the sky, bringing with him a terrifying sense of pressure!

"ROAR—!!!"

The Berserker's sky-shattering roar instantly broke the unspoken agreement of a "1v1 fair duel" between Saber and Archer.

Facing this monster radiating endless killing intent, the two top-tier Heroic Spirits instinctively felt a fatal threat.

They immediately turned their attention and formed a brief tactical alliance.

"Strike Air!"

"Triple-Linked Crane Wings!"

A violent column of compressed wind and the spinning black-and-white blades struck Berserker simultaneously, and the three top-tier Servants were instantly locked in a chaotic melee.

As magic energy surged, the entire square's ground looked as if it had been overturned by a plow, the battle so intense it seemed to dim the sun and moon!

Faced with the combined forces of two top-tier Heroic Spirits, even Berserker's movements were temporarily suppressed.

However, Berserker's Master—that crafty player who was just shouting about the "demolition style"—was clearly not as simple as those two chuunibyou.

He didn't care about the honor of a Heroic Spirit duel at all; his eyes had long since locked onto the two sitting ducks on the billboard.

In the middle of the chaotic fight, Berserker suddenly tanked a heavy slash from Saber, allowing the invisible sword to carve a bone-deep wound into his indestructible muscles as he swung around.

Under the terrified gazes of PD and the livestream audience, Berserker's arms, thick as ancient trees, suddenly plunged into the scarred asphalt road.

"UP—!"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of twisting metal, he actually hoisted a tank truck parked by the roadside, weighing over ten tons, straight up!

Then, the Berserker exerted force from his waist and, like throwing a bowling ball, hurled the massive tank truck toward the billboard in the air—right at the two chuunibyou Masters who were still striking poses and reciting lines!