My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

There is a flaw!

Achilles, who was focused on repelling the enemy, did not realize that there was a servant in the distance watching his every move. Taking advantage of the pause in his offensive, he bent his bow and drew an arrow without hesitation.

Achilles' body immediately reacted to the killing intent, but the blood of the artificial people blocked his vision.

As if traveling among the corpses, the arrow shot rapidly toward the neck. Although his reaction was delayed for a moment, Achilles still turned his head and avoided the arrow as much as possible. This was probably all thanks to the agility of the cavalry. Despite this, he still couldn't completely dodge the arrow, and the arrow changed its trajectory and passed by his neck.

With a 'swipe' sound, bright red blood dripped down, and he was injured. This surprise was not humiliating to Achilles, but joy.

Ah, his blood was burning, his brain was dizzy, and the things in front of him became familiar and yet strange, as if he had returned to the battlefield of Troy, the days when he and Hector and Penthesilea fought passionately.

In addition to the person who can hurt him and make him feel the trembling of death again, there is one more servant on the black side who can cause harm to him, and his name is——

Really! Where is Black's! Standing on the driver's seat, he shouted with a majestic attitude, The battle of victory and defeat that has not ended before, let's continue now! I will let you take over. Let’s kill as much as we want tonight!”

In the ancient Greek period, bearing one's parents, one's own name and honor in battle was the greatest courtesy to the enemy and a reflection of one's own will.

Chapter 458 The Night of Stars Collision

Chapter 459 The Night of Stars Collision

As if in answer, the arrow was fired at him again. However, as long as there is nothing blocking the line of sight, it is easy to shoot down the arrows. Just raising the gun can block the rapid two-shot attack.

Where is it! Black's!

It's much closer than you think.

The moment he turned around, Hei, who was hiding behind the golem, skillfully concealed the parts other than the bow and arrow while shooting the arrow. Because it is filled with magic power, it is much faster than the arrow shot just now!

Ugh...?

It was a superb bow skill that was on par with the eldest sister. Once Achilles blocked it, Black used the blind spot in his vision to move to other places and launch another attack.

Damn it...! It was obviously an attack that could be easily blocked, but the enemy's archers seemed to enjoy it and kept shooting without any intention of changing their tactics.

You are trying to lure me there.

Achilles easily understood the language of the battlefield, because the golem acting as a cover gradually moved away from the center of the battlefield and retreated towards the forest next to the road.

The forest is an excellent geographical element for the archer. He can hide in various dark places and fire arrows at his opponents. On the contrary, for Achilles, fighting in the forest is simply a fatal condition. After all, he cannot use the most critical chariot at all.

However, that is only true for ordinary cavalry. At least for Red Achilles, this statement is completely untrue.

It is true that if the purpose is to slaughter the enemy on the battlefield and win the war, then he should not accept the provocation. He only needs to cut the demon puppet entangled in the army horse in two and continue to ravage the enemy's battle line here - this is the correct judgment. .

However, there is a flaw in this logical proposal, since he is a person who is called a hero. If you choose to escape at this time, can you still be considered a real hero?

Don't underestimate me!

Leaving the chariot behind so decisively, the agile cavalry kicked off his feet, and his unparalleled foot strength carried him through the golem's blockade, speeding towards the forest like a green stream of light.

How could I choose to escape on the name of my father, my mother, and my friends!

It was not the famous horses and chariots given by Poseidon that made this cavalry possible, but because of the man named ‘Achilles’, who himself was a hero that could never be replaced!

With Shuoyue's Nine-Headed Shooting pearl in front of him, how could Achilles not take off the heads of the enemy's servants to show off his unparalleled bravery!

When Achilles abandoned the frontal battlefield and was about to fight his master, Shuo Yue, who landed with him, was also blocked by the enemy's servants.

you?

Looking at the handsome pink-haired paladin, the black-robed assassin sneered. With a fist touch, the strong wind blew up Afu's robe, and the android behind him fell back involuntarily.

Looking at Astolfo, who was standing pigeon-toed, holding a golden horse and a gun in both hands, with a look of panic on his face, and the mighty black army behind him, Shuo Yue couldn't help but sink her face, and felt guilty in her heart. Anger is building.

Is this Black’s attitude? By prevaricating a second-rate servant to me, do you expect that my previous contact with him will make me show mercy?

You Yggdmirenia, how dare you... to despise me like this? !

Shuo Yue's pride as a warrior made him angry like never before.

Where is Vlad III? Where is Siegfried? Where is Black's!

Rainbow blue eyes were like sharp knives piercing the enemy group in front. Shuo Yue asked in a cold voice, without hesitation, he ran into the enemies in front and waved his fist angrily:

You guys are worthy of fighting me!

Sonic booms erupted in the legion, like invisible cannonballs exploding in the center of the crowd. In the deafening roar of thunder, the blood of artificial humans mixed with the fragments of the golems flew high into the sky, centered on the young man in black robes. , with a radius of a hundred meters, it was like plasticine, dented by his vicious punches, distorting its appearance.

Shuoyue, who came as a job agent, not only has the extremely dangerous Death Eyes and the ever-changing magic, but also the Chinese martial arts Bajiquan integrated into the fighting method, becoming the sharpest point of this beast. fangs.

My eight poles don't need two strikes!

Without mercy or communication, staring at the embarrassed and writhing Astolfo like a prey, the Moon King Kong glared angrily, approaching him step by step like the Immovable King.

Let me smash your head and then go find new prey!

Ah wow wow...that's incredible. Being forced by Shuo Yue's murderous intent, Astolfo's face turned bitter, and he felt like there was a blood-red word 'danger' on his forehead.

So, why do you want me to deal with him?

There was no time for Astolfo to complain, because the black-robed assassin had already stepped forward, and a pair of vicious fists ignited billowing demonic flames.

die!

boom!

Smoke and dust rose up like water, like waves hundreds of meters high. In the loud noise that was no less than a bomb explosion, both the white people and the black golems were torn apart, except for the pink-haired knight wolf. It ran wildly and screamed without any image.

“I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying, please, help, help—!”

There was a loud roar in the distance, and the person responsible for the rear control naturally saw the tragic situation in that place and tilted his head in confusion.

Why not release the Noble Phantasm?

The reason why he chose Astolfo to face Shuoyue was because he took a fancy to one of the Noble Phantasms he holds, which is a symbol of cavalry - a phantom horse that does not exist in this world.

It was the Hippogriff obtained by Astolfo during his adventure. Its upper body was a griffin and its lower body was a horse. Its level was inferior to that of the gryphon, which is a beast of the gods, but its crushing attack caused by its sudden thrust was comparable to A-level. It has physical attacks and can fly at a speed of four hundred kilometers per hour.

According to the current intelligence analysis, the assassin does not have the ability to float for a long time. In this regard, Astolfo, who has air superiority, can occupy the spatial advantage in combat, not to mention, after liberating Jun After the eagle's true name, this phantom beast also has the hidden performance of dimension jumping, which is enough to evade all attacks.

It can be said that among Black, the one who is best at escaping and containing is Astolfo, the paladin.

So far, the red side has deployed a total of three cavalry servants. In response, the black side's Chiron faced off against Achilles. Siegfried has also been dispatched to once again fight Karna, who was once indifferent. Fighting, and Black Vlad III's Noble Phantasm was proved to be restrained by Shuo Yue, and he lost the qualification to face him head-on.

Black Artoria is recuperating her strength for Red Mordred, who is about to arrive on the battlefield. Avisbron needs to adjust the battlefield and control the timing of Red Spartacus’ release, while Black Frankenstein needs to On the frontal battlefield, to make up for the gap in combat power caused by Ta Miao's report, Astolfo was the only one who could be mobilized.

But the current situation is not optimistic. Because Astolfo has been reluctant to summon the Hippogriff, and Shuo Yue is unwilling to show mercy, the situation on that battlefield is almost one-sided.

Do you want to use the golem to help... No, the golem can't stop the leader's punch. Avisbron looked at Artoria, but Da Mao shook his head slightly, indicating that he would not help.

Shuo Yue had already said that she would not be merciful, and she did not want to offend Shuo Yue Qing who was the one who killed her, not to mention that she was still waiting for Mordred to appear.

no solution anymore. Lingxia asked him to remain loyal to Black before being exposed, so Avisbron had no choice but to play the last card, Release the red, it can be delayed for a while.

Just like that, the muscular giant - Red Spartacus, who was lifted up by several demon dolls, opened his crazy and pure eyes in shackles.

, yours is mine, do you know?

Ah, I know. It seems that I can't exist without your power. It's really an unforgivable affiliation.

So, are you going to kill me?

But I can't kill you. Because I must stay in this world as long as possible to complete my mission. Because I must defeat the oppressor and hold on to the glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must seek to Kill all the greedy powerful people gathered by the Holy Grail.

I see, but for this you must first destroy our opponent. Go ahead, your opponent is an aggressor, a lackey of power, and a vicious person who shakes his fist at the good knight. As a motive, it should be a very sufficient reason. Alright?

With a snap of his fingers, the gladiator's seal finally fell off. As if he couldn't wait, Spartacus struggled desperately, and finally tore off the shackles of the devil.

At the moment of gaining freedom, he looked at Avisbronn with a smile as stable as the calm sea. However, the puppeteer did not react at all, because he was wearing a mask, and it was impossible to tell whether he was timid or not.

Well.

Spartacus seemed to have lost interest in the magician and turned his face to the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if he was happy, and walked towards the battlefield holding a sword that was too big to be called a dagger.

Watching his back, Avisbron sighed helplessly. If he accidentally adopted a condescending attitude, he would probably immediately withdraw his words and kill himself.

So after clearing away all the miscellaneous soldiers, Sakutsu slowly walked towards Astolfo while rubbing his slightly heated fists. He encountered a former ally... no, a servant who was destined to become an enemy. .

It was an evil ghost with blue-white, dead-like skin and muscles all over his body. He swore to bring chaos to the battlefield and make everything invisible.

Oh, come on, use my love to destroy the oppressors!

The battlefield is like a gambling game. No one knows which side the balance will fall to next, but the two red-eyed gamblers must keep betting their chips until one side loses everything and has everything taken away.

Every battle situation means that the balance of victory and defeat is erect, teetering on the delicate balance of life and death. During the anxious wait, all the red and black sides could do was to keep an eye on the movement of the scales and raise bets before they fell to the other side.

Just like the battlefield where Sakutsu is on, only Black Astolfo and Red Spartacus, two servants fighting side by side, can barely suppress the assassin on the other side and prevent him from easily winning.

This is not the only part of the gambling game that is unfolding. As the red and black sides continue to invest in servants, the forwards, mainly dragon fang soldiers and golems, are quickly exhausted, replaced by the fighting spirit and spiritual energy sweeping the battlefield. And the shadows of guns and swords resounding through the sky, hovering over the forest and plains for a long time.

Apart from the battlefield between Achilles and Siegfried, Karna, the strongest combat power on the red side, also found his target.

The dragon slayer with white hair like frost and snow, a magic sword like dusk, and dragon tattoos spread across his chest is on the flank of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the enemy to come to the appointment.

It was a solemn swordsman like a statue. Among the corpses and bone fragments on the ground, he seemed to stand emotionless, without a trace of blood on his body, even though he had long been burdened with the curse of Rhine.

Are you here? Only in front of the spearman wearing golden armor, Siegfried raised his eyes with ripples in his eyes.

Yes, I'm here. Karna also nodded solemnly and raised the immortal blade in his hand, Let us continue to fight.

Killing intent mixed with laughter, fighting spirit and demonic energy collided in an instant, triggering an invisible storm. In the almost stagnant space, two figures, one silver and one gold, turned into afterimages, wrapped in powerful magic power, impacting in the Got a piece.

The magic sword Balmonger slashed at the Son of the Sun's neck, and the Immortal Blade of the Divine Spear bit into the heart of the Prince of the Netherlands without hesitation.

The collision was crisp and clear, not only the intertwined guns and swords, but the strong and unyielding souls also resonated in the collision, enjoying the joy of battle. As the true ether spreads, the magic power of the flame is released, and the dusk sky is ignited by the hot fire. Just the leakage of breath splits the night. The black paint on the curtain is washed away by the magic power, and is replaced by orange-red paint. A splendid and hearty scene!

Top servants compete here!

Not far away from the fight between Fei Ge and Little Sun, the thick blood took back the night. The dark rafters were camouflaged in the night, densely packed, chasing the female hunter running freely in the forest.

The two points of cold light were like polar stars, arriving suddenly, and the rafters and piles were like the most loyal guards, appearing beside their 'king', blocking the attack without delay.

Tsk.

The lion's ears moved slightly, catching the sound of breaking wind from all directions. Atalanta suddenly increased her speed, and like an elf in the forest, she elegantly avoided the piercing of the rafter piles.

She seemed calm, but she knew that she was gradually cornered - Black's Vlad III was constantly squeezing her living space with countless rafters.

Even though she was proud of her foot strength and her experience as a wilderness hunter, the lion in the cage was nothing more than a trapped beast that could be enjoyed by others.

Breaking points must be found.

Atalanta suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and the bow of the sky vibrated, turning the air into arrows and shooting towards Vlad III. However, even such an invisible and qualityless attack was blocked by the swarming rafters. offset.

The feeling of being reduced from a hunter to a prey made Ta Miao feel deeply unhappy.