My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Shuo Yue understood this berserker who couldn't communicate very well. The real Spartacus was dead. What appeared in front of him now was the epitome of the most crazy period of the gladiator, a symbol that carried all unyielding and rebellion.

Use all your strength to fight him. It is certainly a joy to see the dictator overthrown, but the execution of the rebels is also an outcome that kings and conspirators like to see.

Thinking like this, Shuo Yue suddenly raised his hand, and the projection magic reappeared. An iron block was cast on his arm, blocking the shining golden horse gun.

No, is this okay? the assassin shouted in a hopeless voice, but Shuo Yue had already turned around and handed Astolfo his fist without hesitation, but the latter had also expected it. He quickly retreated to avoid the fierce wind of the fist.

Astolfo. Looking at the pink-haired Ah Fu, Shuo Yue said coldly, At this point, don't you plan to summon the Hippogriff and liberate its true name?

No! I don't know how you know it, but if it doesn't work, it won't work! Without even a sign of thinking, Astolfo rejected Shuo Yue's 'advice' without hesitation, Summoning the Hippogriff will consume magic power. ! Not to mention liberating the true name, I don’t want my Master and her compatriots to bear too much burden!”

Summon the Hippogriff, then ride and wield it. If it only reaches this stage, then the magic power consumption is actually not much, and it can be supplied by one artificial man alone.

The problem lies in chanting the true name or exerting power. The magic power consumption at that time was almost equivalent to the level of releasing an A-level Noble Phantasm with all its strength. Moreover, the consumption does not end after releasing a single blow. As long as the Hippogriff is maintained in the unfolded state, the magic power will continue to be consumed, which is a very bad way to use it.

...The images of artificial people whose magic power had been absorbed appeared in his mind. Then, Astolfo remembered Sieg's small and timid figure, as well as his timid eyes.

Without even hesitation, Astolfo decided to seal this method first. Since you don't want to do that, you can only choose the option of not doing that.

Ah, what a fool, what a stupid idea. Also very cowardly. Originally, I should have ignored the existence of the magic battery and liberated my true name. Even Zig wouldn't blame him for that. After all, Servants are beings summoned to fight and win. Of course, it is impossible not to provide them with magic power.

However, Astolfo is such a heroic spirit. Since he doesn't want to do it, he won't do it no matter what he says.

I see, it's for Sieg.

Exactly, so... can you let me go? Hey hey.

I refuse. How you choose to fight is your business and has nothing to do with me.

Hey~Why is this~~

Astolfo screamed in dissatisfaction, and Spartacus beside him suddenly stood up and grabbed Astolfo behind him with his intact arms, protecting him like a hen guarding its young.

No need to say more, you weak one, accept my love, my dignity, and let me embrace you! My whole life, I exist to protect something as weak and precious as you!

In the barren mind of Spartacus, Astolfo is obviously weak and vulnerable (relatively speaking), but for the sake of his mission and obligations, he works hard to fight against suffering and oppression (Shotsuki:?) , maybe he is similar to him and thousands of suffering people, right?

It was precisely because of this that he was so fearless in death, launching attacks against Shuo Yue again and again.

Oh oh oh oh! Spartacus waved his arms that were too swollen and had to be dragged to the ground, and rushed towards Shuo Yue like a strange creature. Behind him, Astor was bulging with happiness. Stomping feet.

I have already said that I am one of the twelve warriors of Charlemagne. How can I be weak? You are a big guy, and I can fight! But...but you still have to be careful, you big guy!

What responded to him was the cheerful laughter of the berserker. Shuo Yue did not swing his fist this time, but took out his blunderbuss. While sliding between Spartacus's feet, he instantly penetrated it with bullets. His jaw, throat, chest pit, and abdomen.

Hahahaha! It's not enough! It's not enough! It's not enough!

The flesh and blood proliferated, and the body became more and more swollen, but even if he could no longer stand still, Spartacus still laughed wildly and stumbled towards Shuoyue.

Such a crazy berserker, no matter which Holy Grail War he is summoned in, he will never be able to obtain the Holy Grail.

But even so, he still killed evil with a smile on his face. While enduring the pain, he was also looking for a way to reverse it. Both a masochistic seeker and a hopeless destroyer. That was simply the life of Spartacus.

Faced with such a dangerous human-shaped bomb, although Shuo Yue had respect in her heart, she still struck without hesitation and quickly destroyed the gladiator's body.

Come on, let's see if I collapse from exhaustion first, or if you can't hold on any longer and return all the accumulated oppression to the world!

Chapter 461 The Roar of the Flawed Beast, the Chastity of a Girl, Shirou Kotomine

Chapter 462 The Roar of the Flawed Beast, the Chastity of a Girl, Shirou Kotomine

A rough-skinned berserker versus an assassin who kills without any calculation.

This was destined to be a long battle - Astolfo was so sure, and things developed as he expected, but as he watched, he became more and more confused.

It wasn't because of Sakutue who went on a killing spree, but because of Spartacus who steadily withstood all the storms.

The attack should have caused damage to him...?

If it is a high-ranking heroic spirit - for example, a heroic spirit like Red and Achilles, who is deeply loved by the gods, they can also use skills or noble phantoms to neutralize the enemy's attacks. Astolfo also knows a hero who has a Noble Phantasm that can completely negate attacks below a certain level, which is almost a foul effect.

However, Spartacus's Noble Phantasm and skills did not have such characteristics. More importantly, the attack did hurt him, and the splash of flesh and blood was not an illusion. Although the berserker was still laughing wildly with joy, there was no doubt that his whole body was injured.

Yes, and there was blood, so he was undoubtedly injured. In this case, is he just enduring the pain and relying on his strong endurance?

No...something feels wrong.

Curiosity overcame everything, and Astolfo simply stopped responding and took a closer look, and then he discovered the problem.

The gladiator's wounds had been repaired, but more like a superfluous regeneration than a repair. The part that was shot swelled like a tumor, and every time Sakutsu attacked, he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood, which meant——

Could it be that this big guy...is growing in size!?

And not only that, but he could also feel a stronger flow of magic power from him than before. His whole body was wrapped with thick magic power, and he punched forward with greater power and speed than before.

oh?

Shuo Yue followed him like a shadow, dodging the punch that was bigger than a bucket with just a hair's breadth, and jumped up at the same time. Stepping on the pitted muscles of Spartacus, then running towards his face.

Just let me add some ingredients to you!

How could Shuoyue not know that Spartacus became more courageous the more he fought? The gladiator's noble phantom, 'The Roar of the Beast', is a dangerous weapon that can withstand the enemy's damage and turn it into its own firewood, just like Like the countless rebels who broke out in silence, the absorbed magic will first make Spartacus huge and deformed, and eventually transform him into a huge bomb, paying back all the suffering.

Such a dangerous and vigorous way of existence is exactly the portrayal of Spartacus's life. For him, who volunteers to rescue the abused and rebel against the perpetrators, the battlefield is a place where there are only the weak and the strong, full of pain and trials that he longs for.

It is precisely because this gladiator pursues the battlefield and pursues rebellion that Shuo Yue shows great respect to him and goes all out to fight him!

The death-like black robe held a yellow spear, like a shadow, holding the spear tip upside down all the way up, slicing the 'ground' and Spartacus's skin from his fingers to his neck.

Oh oh oh oh oh!

It was an extremely horrifying scene. The curse of the Destroyed Yellow Rose came true. Spartacus's powerful recovery power was curbed, and blood spurted out like a lifeless death, almost filling the sunken earth. , forcing Astolfo to summon the Hippogriff and fly into the sky to avoid it. Facing the heart-rending pain, Spartacus was completely unaware of it, and even dragged the arm with its inner veins and white bones exposed, and smashed it towards Shuo Yue who climbed onto his shoulder.

Projection unfolds!

Made of iron light, with a square head and curved shoulders, the Great Qin War Shield with a bulge in the middle emerged in the air, colliding with the tattered arm, and with a muffled sound that could break the heart, the war shield shattered instantly, and Spartacus His arm looked like something from a low-quality B-level movie, with blood flowing rapidly, losing the support of blood and flesh and blood, and suddenly collapsed.

Taking this opportunity, Shuo Yue raised her hand, raised her hand, raised her hand...

This physique is really amazing!

The frenzy brought by adrenaline weakened, and Shuo Yue finally realized the fact that there was not much magic left. While he was cursing, his movements were not slow, and he directly hugged Spartacus's head with both hands, just like Lu Zhishen pulled him upside down. Like a weeping willow, exert all your strength to release the last magic power!

The sound of blood spurting sounded, and Shuo Yue's feet firmly stepped on Spartacus's shoulders, using all her strength to pull his head up. With the sound of hissing flesh being torn apart, Spartacus became even more violent, so Shuo Yue stopped her hand, twisted his body and kicked sideways while the blood soaked his ankles!

The 'Chinese martial arts' has been strengthened by the 'magic release', so a seemingly ordinary kick has the terrifying power of a steamroller!

Snap!

Feeling something being kicked away, Shuo Yue jumped off her shoulders without looking back and landed lightly on the ground. Just as she was about to raise her head to confirm Spartacus's condition, she was suddenly speechless.

What a nightmare.

Astolfo's delicate body was trembling slightly as he was flying in mid-air. Even though he had gone through countless hardships, the scene in front of him was too inhuman.

The head that had been torn off was connected to the neck by several blood lines, and then layers of flesh bubbled up. The scene was so horrifying that it even made people feel a little desperate. At the same time, the magic power in Spartacus's body further increased, to the point that even Shuo Yue felt envious.

Really, if it weren't for my insufficient magic power, I would still have my turn to quarrel with you second- and third-rate warriors!

The young man in a bad mood even became extremely aggressive with his words. As he stepped on the ground, the ground that had experienced countless tremors finally screamed and cracked, and a huge ravine stretched towards Spartacus. , trapping him in it.

Go!

It was not magic power, but simply a punch inspired by an inch of strength. As the young man clenched his fists and smashed them hard against the ground, the feet of the gladiator who was busy repairing his head completely cracked, burying his increasingly swollen body deep inside, and with it. At the same time, Shuo Yue's already engraved magic formula was activated, and the replacement magic was activated with the help of spiritual veins to transport the soil and fill it up.

The nearly immortal berserker Spartacus was buried underground.

Since it can't be killed, just seal it - although my magic power can't even maintain the most basic sealing technique.

Having said this, Shuo Yue felt melancholy again for a while, but soon, the movement in the distance caught his attention. Looking around, he saw an emerald green figure surrounded by rafter piles, moving with difficulty, and was finally lifted by the angry torrent. fly!

The local Archduke's strength can even rival that of Little Sun. It is indeed not a formidable enemy that Ta Miao can defeat.

Taking advantage of the break in suppressing Spartacus, Shuo Yue ignored Astolfo who had to call out the Hippogriff to leave the battlefield because Spartacus was comparable to the AOE supreme level A, and quickly ran towards Ta Miao. , before she was impaled by a rafter pile and tortured, he used his newly recovered magic power to protect her.

After a brief exchange with her, Shuo Yue turned to look at his second enemy (Afu was ignored by someone) - Vlad III, with a smile on his lips and a cold voice.

It seems that a worthy meal has arrived... along with the unfinished snacks.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flesh and blood giant who regained consciousness burst out of the ground and overturned the unprepared Archduke. Looking at it, the upper half of Spartacus's body was completely buried in flesh and blood. The ten-meter-tall monster opened its bloody mouth and roared, moving towards the fallen Vlad III and the man who was protecting Ta Miao. Shuo Yue launched an indiscriminate attack.

Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressors! I will crush you completely with my fists!

After being kicked in the head by Shuo Yue, Spartacus finally lost his normal thinking ability. He would only find the oppressors based on intuition, and then attack them without hesitation!

The second round of battle, chaotic battle, begins!

Suffering and disaster, expand! Flames burn, pots boil!

In the king's room in the sky garden, Red Shakespeare fully implemented his strategy of not participating in the battle. He just watched the battlefield scenes presented in the magic light curtain and recited poems loudly and emotionally.

Seeing the silent white-haired boy from the corner of his eye, Sabi interrupted her chanting: Oh, oh, Father Amakusa, what's wrong? It's really rare to show such a serious expression.

Amakusa Shirou Tokisada raised his eyes, his golden eyes unabashedly solemn: The revelation has come.

As the judge summoned illegally by the Einzbern family in the last Holy Grail War), he has the ability to predict the future just like Joan of Arc.

Sensing Amakusa's thoughts, a new light curtain emerged, and above the dark field, a blond figure was galloping.

Joan of Arc is coming here, and she was also guided by revelation in this Holy Grail War. So, how to interpret each other's revelations, and how to use them - this means that I will fight with her.

As one of the masterminds behind this Holy Grail War, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada has no doubt that this judge has seen clues from the anomalies on the red side and hopes to find revelations in this all-out war. Named murderer.

This is really going on, one wave after another! Shakespeare exaggeratedly held his forehead, but Amakusa had already stood up and raised his head.

, can you teleport me to the battlefield? We need to speed things up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shakespeare trying to run away. Amakusa suddenly smiled gently: Of course, my favorite sword Miike Norita Mitsuyo and our great writer will also go with me.

Oh, why is this, my—!

Sabi just tried to protest, but under the Empress's magic, her words were so powerless. As the magic light lit up, the two figures disappeared immediately.

When Amakusa opened his eyes again, the front of him was filled with golden currents, and a girl with a cute face was holding a warhammer, grinning, and sternly threatening.

Frankenstein. The white-haired boy, wearing a red robe and holding a famous sword in his hand, called out the girl's real name like a ronin samurai from Edo. You are a tragic monster created by human beings in pursuit of their ideals. In a way, it is also a turning point, a half-finished product of my ideal goal.”

Fuwu...

The girl who had killed countless Dragon Fang Soldiers on the frontal battlefield and relieved the great pressure on Black's battle line hummed, doubts rising from the bottom of her heart.

Why does he know his real name?

Even Cowles, who was always paying attention to this place, was very surprised. Frankenstein was described as a male in the legends, and he was also a big man with a body so huge that it could reach the sky. Therefore, it should be impossible for the other party to judge her identity through her appearance.

...Did you see me before you were alive?