Comprehensive Type of Moon Crown Master

"Mr. Berserker Hercules, please listen, Illya-chan, she wants to cross the line of age and tell you something very important as a woman"

"Repeat! Illya-chan, she wants to cross the line of age and tell you something very important as a woman!"

After the loudspeaker was quiet, Arash looked at Uncle B who was motionless, so he blinked and asked Brother Gou.

"Who is this Elijah?"

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!!!"

Before Brother Gou could answer, Uncle B who was in silence suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out the most excited roar in his life and since becoming a Heroic Spirit.

Then, his feet instantly exerted force, and the ground he stepped on made a loud rumbling sound, leaving the confused Alash and Brother Gou behind...

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Illya: Don't go to the berserker!Hurry up and run!It's too late to run! ! ! ! .

Chapter [-] The artillery fires in unison (put Uncle B to death)

Dozens of Maozi soldiers dug a large pit about ten meters deep in the forest. Among them, Maozi, who was instructed by Su Mo, threw the doll into the hole, and then the dozens of Maozi scattered in an instant. Into the grass and cat.

Not long after, there were loud noises in the distance, and I saw a light-skinned giant as if he had taken medicine.

Suddenly, the giant stopped and looked suspiciously at a sign erected in front of him.

"Mr. Berserker Hercules, Ilya-chan accidentally fell into the pothole next to you. As Ilya-chan's guardian, you should save her, right?"

After reading what was written on the sign, Uncle B instantly widened his eyes and ran to the pothole next to him to look down.

A girl in a purple dress, with long silver hair and red eyes, lay quietly in the dirty pothole.

The girl was so pitiful and helpless, she just said nothing, quietly looking at Uncle B above with her red eyes. (doll)

"Hoohoho!!!"

After a moment of silence, Uncle B roared in pain and jumped into the pothole without thinking.

"Aunt Da!!!" (Japanese: Take advantage of now!)

Seeing that the stupid big man jumped in, Su Mo opened his throat and shouted with the loudest voice in his life.

And what is Uncle B doing in the pothole at this time?I saw his resolute and sturdy face, showing a humanized expression of grief at this moment, and tears fell.

Uncle B was like this, holding the silver-haired girl in his arms and making an inexplicable low roar, shaking her gently from time to time, hoping to wake up the unconscious girl in a way he knew. (The puppet, Su Mo rushed to make his subordinates use materials such as coarse cloth and cotton plastic),

"The artillerymen, don't be rude and hit me hard, and let go of the shells in your hands! Let Hercules, the most powerful hero of Greece, experience the Soviet artilleryism! Give me his death!"

Su Mo, who was commanding in the rear, was like taking a stimulant, and ordered to deploy an artillery position above the regiment level 1 km away!

"After receiving the marshal, the bombardment will begin in 10 seconds"! "

After receiving the order, the artillery commander hung up the phone, and immediately shouted to the hundreds of artillerymen in front: "The marshal has an order, the attack coordinate is XX point, and the shells in your hands are fired!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of Maozi artillerymen responded in unison, and then operated hundreds of Soviet-made cannons with calibers of 80 and 135 mm to fire artillery shells at the pre-determined coordinates!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the pothole, a few dusts were blasted into the sky, and thick smoke rose. Uncle B, who was baptized by the cannonball, tried to escape with Illya several times, but the artillery did not stop for a moment, killing him countless times. Push back into the pothole! ~

"Strike again!"

After more than ten rounds of artillery shelling, the artillerymen fired all the shells in their hands. Even if the long-distance shells were scattered, Uncle B had stopped moving after so many shells.

"Infantry, Lancelot, get on me!"

Seeing that the shelling stopped, Su Mo decisively gave orders to the ambush infantry and Lancelot.

Uncle B has 12 lives, and the tenacity of life is close to "Xiaoqiang"!Therefore, Su Mo believes that it is impossible to solve him at one time with more than ten rounds of thousands of shells. For the sake of safety, let the infantry and Lancelot go to him for another round...

In an instant, the grass in the distance squirmed for a while, and instantly rushed out dozens of soldiers with light and heavy machine guns and a black armored knight with a heavy machine gun, surrounding the pothole where Uncle B was.

The sound of continuous gunshots and explosions shook the entire forest, and Lancelot even liberated his Noble Phantasm and madly shot down the hole.

A large amount of dust and smoke mixed with blood splashed from the pothole and set off a wave of dirt.

"Hoohoho!!!"

Uncle B's shuddering scream came out of the pothole, and in the baptismal room of the dense barrage composed of steel, his body as hard as iron was instantly punched out countless bloody holes!

"boom!"

A dull loud noise came out, Uncle B snorted again, a grenade happened to stick to his rough arm and exploded, and immediately tore off his left forearm. The loess was dyed reddish-brown.

"Blast him with a bundled grenade!"

Su Mo is also determined to kill Uncle B. This stupid big man is too strong, even if Lancelot, who has been strengthened by him, still can't take advantage of him, it should be said that FGO dares to fight with the official A four-star maniac?

As a result, the power of a grenade was not enough, Su Mo immediately ordered the Maozi soldiers to use the bundled grenade specially used to blow up fortifications and threw them into Uncle B who was soaked by the dense rain of bombs!

"Boom boom boom!!"

Like a thunderstorm on a sunny day, a large amount of flesh and blood mixed with the smell of charred meat flew directly into the air from the 10-meter-deep pothole. The Maozi soldiers stopped shooting for a while, and looked down boldly. (Not enough ammo...)

I saw that the only remaining arm of Uncle B below was still holding the puppet in his arms, and he was bruised all over his body under the attack of the devastating bullet rain and explosion just now... No, the bruises all over his body can no longer describe his injuries. It's because... Uncle B's intestines were beaten out and dyed purple-blue with gunpowder!

"Don't stop for me, keep fighting, don't worry about the ammunition problem, I have already ordered someone to send 20 boxes of ammunition to replenish, put them all into the hole, and kill him completely!"