Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

After a brief moment of loss, the passion and excitement of a warrior once again flowed through Hongzhi's body. Even though there were three opponents on the front battlefield, he still waved his beloved gun, and in the cold light, he laughed and declared:

Come, let me engrave the name of a true hero, a true warrior on you!"

If I had to say anything, the only difference in this advent was the times and the weapons. Everything else was the same as usual. One word of boredom was enough to discard everything.

This is exactly the lifestyle that Hong liked when he was alive.

As a famous hero, all he needs to do is wield the gun in his hand and gallop among the enemies!

The next moment, everything on the scene was blown away, swept away as impure beings. Someone stepped forward, someone raised a weapon, someone soared into the air, someone bent a bow and drew an arrow, and someone thrust out a holy spear.

The fierce battle has begun!

Chapter 416 He is laughing wildly

Chapter 417 He is laughing wildly

Without the protection of and , 's steps also stopped.

It was not because of fear or cowardice, but because the space for him to move forward had been occupied by densely packed puppets.

If you want to rebel against the tyrant, you must clear a path for him to follow.

After realizing this, the famous gladiators took action together with the puppets and androids.

"Come, I will destroy the oppressors with my love!"

Spartacus, laughing wildly, chose to jump into the wave of "puppets".

The android's battle axe pierced his shoulder, and the golem's fist hit his face. Despite being hit directly by a fist that was powerful enough to shatter even steel, his smile remained. Or rather, it seemed that his smile had become even brighter.

From the beginning, he had no intention of avoiding any attacks. In fact, he even enjoyed the attacks.

He took the attack, took it, took it in vain. He was severely wounded, hurt, but even so, his happy smile never disappeared. Soon, the androids and golems became confused by the actions of the gladiator and stopped attacking. At this time, the action began.

"Sad puppet of the tyrant, at least rest in peace beneath my sword and fist!"

With his arm, he grabbed the golem's face and easily threw the golem, which was estimated to be about three meters long, far away, crushing the androids who happened to be where it fell.

"Come on, you too."

As he spoke, he casually swung his sword horizontally, and with just that, the upper body of the android present was blown away; he punched the struggling golem, and the bronze head that had been strengthened by magic turned into ashes.

The violence did not stop. He opened his arms wide and charged forward bravely. He picked up five golems and threw them back fiercely. The stone golems, which weighed several tons in total, were destroyed from the top due to his throwing technique (overhead throw).

It looked like a human typhoon. Every swing of the sword and punch produced a large amount of destroyed debris.

Red smiled and waved his sword, smiled and punched, it was just like a nightmare. Even the artificial man who only had a few emotions was infected by this madness and chose to flee.

After tearing the last golem into pieces, he gazed at the destruction and carnage he had created, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step.

...And this scene fell into the eyes of the black side.

"Red completely ignored the androids and golems, and although it was an invincible scene, the Blacks did not show any signs of anxiety. This was a natural battle behavior of the Heroic Spirits, and there was no need to make a fuss.

Having said that, isn't it an exception to the killing to this extent? "

It was horrible to watch. That monster killed with arrogant strength instead of skills. He didn't need any magic, just like a heroic spirit born for fighting. Maybe he didn't become like that because he was driven crazy, but there was no class suitable for him except the rank of the rank. "

After hearing the continuous speeches, Danic nodded and held the scepter calmly:

"That one was born to fight, and is destined to die in battle."

"Will I and, be killed like that..."

"Looking at that ridiculous power, it's entirely possible. At least we have to avoid a direct hit."

"Understand. I will try my best."

It was a voice that sounded completely lost and had no fighting spirit. In response to this blatant attitude, he whispered quietly:

I think you are a little careless. If you die here, you won't be able to save him, right?"

"I, I know!"

He stood up, patted his cheeks, and pulled himself together. As if to say, "Come on!", he picked up his gun. It was a beautifully decorated, golden horse gun.

"Go, Astolfo, let us see the power of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors!" This is what the Master Serenike behind him said, but Astolfo was not inspired, but sighed and shrugged.

"Oh, hate it, hate it. I really don't want to do anything barbaric... But forget it, there's nothing I can do. I'll just let you see my power!"

It was a very clear sound - as if in response, the sound and vibration from the other side of the bushes gradually approached. However, the figure was still hidden in the depths of the dark night and could not be accurately captured.

Suddenly, there was complete silence, the noises stopped, and only the sound of the wind dominated the surroundings. However, those who could not hide their presence clearly showed their presence before they appeared.

He's already here. With a clear premonition in mind, I took a tentative step forward.

Come, tyrants. The time has come when arrogance will collapse and the dignity of the powerful will be kicked out of the sky! "

While knocking down the tree, Red appeared.

Woohoo."

The moment we met, I immediately wanted to leave this place.

Giants are not scary. In the past, Astolfo once fought against a giant named Gary Grant who had dozens of arms, dragging him through the streets with high spirits.

A tough man is not scary. Even if the opponent is a raging monster, it is not a big deal. However, if this tough giant smiles - it is a bit creepy.

Yes, smiling is very scary. If someone breaks into the enemy camp with a smile on his face, it means he is either extremely confident or crazy enough to ignore the benefits and disadvantages.

But I was summoned just to defeat the enemy. Let me take care of you!"

Astolfo let go of his fear and rationality, and with a beaming smile on his face, he brandished the golden lance he had just held in his hand.

"People from far away, listen to my voice! People from nearby, come meet me! I am Astolfo, one of King Charlemagne's twelve warriors! Let's fight it out in an upright manner!!"

I shouted out the opening remarks I had wanted to make for a long time, and said my real name which should be kept secret. Fortunately, Red did not have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.

…No, the worst has already happened.

"'Black', Astolfo? One of the Twelve Holy Knights under Charlemagne, I didn't expect him to be such a weak and feeble heroic spirit."

The moment the black robe appeared, the atmosphere was pushed to freezing point like never before.

Vlad III clenched his fists, Danic had a ferocious look on his face, Serenike held her breath, and Chiron and Fiore in the distance frowned at the same time, as if facing a great enemy.

That is the nightmare engraved in the hearts of the black team, the enemy they hate and fear the most.

Under the hostile gaze of Black, the young man walked past Black as if strolling in the garden. Under Astolfo's nervous gaze, he raised his head and looked into Red's eyes.

——That is undoubtedly a dangerous behavior, just like you should not look directly at a brown bear or wild boar in the wild.

Apparently Spartacus also noticed the person blocking his way. He leaned down with a creepy smile and stared at Shuoyue as if he was going to fight.

But the young man in black robe took off his hood, not minding letting the gladiator see the sneer on his face:

"Rebel, have you made up your mind to point your fists and swords to the other side?"

Spartacus looked at this tiny man for a long time, and after a while, he stood up as if he saw through his face.

"Rebellion is my life! You are not an oppressor now, so get out of the way! Or sing a song of victory and move forward with me!"

Not an oppressor now? What about before? Was this mysterious assassin also a member of the oppressors in a certain situation?

Spartacus' words clearly revealed some characteristics of the young man in black robe. Even though the battle was imminent, the black master and servants could not help but think about it, trying to find out information about Shuo Yue.

Facing Hong's invitation, Shuoyue did not hesitate, but simply shook his head:

"I admire rebellion, but unfortunately, I have too many ties with 'tyrants'."

As if he had thought of something, the young man's brows relaxed, and he took a step with a faint smile, passing by the lonely gladiator.

"But even if I am not in a position to help you, I will still protect you in the rear battlefield, Red."

He paused for a moment, uttered a final word of blessing, and then disappeared into the forest.

"Just do your best to resist all tyranny."

The dangerous servant had left, and not only did Black breathe a sigh of relief, but even Spartacus, who was known for his fearlessness and bravery, grinned again and directed his murderous intent towards Astolfo.

"Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressor from far away! I will crush you completely with my blade!"

Chapter 417: The Rebel's End

Chapter 418: The Rebel's End

"Hahahahahaha..."

The heart-shattering laughter echoed in the forest. When the little giant swung his sword, even the trees that united to block it fell down with a loud explosion.

With the gladiator's sad smile, a blow came down from overhead that could have smashed the petite body to pieces.

"Wow!"

Although he yelled in a cowardly manner, he still dodged gracefully with dancing steps.

But unfortunately, it was a blow that was meaningless to dodge. The strange force of the person carved scars on the ground, and the person nearby was blown away by the shock wave alone.

The handsome knight in the white cloak crashed into the tree, his face wrinkling in pain.

“It hurts, it hurts… What a fierce blow.”

His face was filled with pain, and his waist was swollen from the impact, but Astolfo still stood up without any fear in his eyes.

Once touched, he would be blown away. He would not be able to resist with strength, and his skills would be completely useless. A heroic spirit like him would have a very poor compatibility with such an unreasonable barbarian.

Even so, he is still a Heroic Spirit. Moreover, Astolfo, one of the Twelve Warriors of King Charlemagne, is a reckless man who is even said to have "evaporated his rationality", but he is also an adventurer who travels around the world and creates many legends.

Then, what were won in those adventures were all kinds of magic gifts - horns, books, phantom horses (hippogriffs), and lances shining with golden light.

"Well, I'm going to attack... Algaria! Let him see your power!"

Even though he was not riding a horse, his speed was indeed lightning fast. However, for Hong, who had forgotten most of his emotions, this attack probably brought him joy rather than fear.

The more violent and desperate the blow, the more relief the counterattack would surely bring. Even if the abdomen was about to be pierced, the counterattack would surely make the tyrant look desperate.

With this thought in mind, Spartacus raised his broadsword. His granite-like abdominal muscles were so strong that even steel pales in comparison. Charging towards this solid barrier was a handsome paladin who was charging forward like a flash of light, with the platinum lance in his hand lit up!

Fall as soon as you touch it!

The lance touched him, but was bounced off by his hard skin; the broadsword came down with a force of ten thousand pounds, but he just leaned sideways and used the momentum to retreat several meters, keeping a safe distance.

From the process point of view, this confrontation was not effective, but the result was not the case.

The attack missed, 'Hong laughed loudly, turned around and was about to attack again, but suddenly, his feet were empty.

“Hahahaha—Huah?!”

He swayed violently, and felt as if he was falling. The ground he should have been standing on was gone, and he forgot for a moment that he should have swung his sword. Even so, his smile did not disappear, and he was not surprised at all. But it was impossible to overturn this unreasonable situation.

Boom! The huge body fell to the ground, and Spartacus was finally willing to check the source of the abnormality - his right leg, which was hit by the lance, turned into nothingness without knowing when.

"The Noble Phantasm" will fall at the first touch! This gun, which is given such a random name, can actually produce an effect that lives up to its name.

According to legend, this lance, which was used by the Carthaginian prince Argaria, could cause anything it touched to fall. If the heavily armed knights fell, it would mean death on the battlefield. Even if this were not the case, it is not difficult to imagine how much honor this lance could bring in the extremely gorgeous javelin tournament.

If this spear is used on the body, the legend will be manifested in the form of a spirit body that is forced to transform the body below the knees. No matter where it touches the body - even if it touches the armor woven with magic power. The spear will forcibly cut off the magic power supply below the knees, making it impossible to reconstruct the body for a period of time.

"How about it, isn't it powerful?" Holding his beloved treasure, Astolfo raised his head proudly, showing off the magic of the lance to the enemy.

However, he was interrupted by a loud laugh. This alone would not be enough to stop Red. If there was still a part of him above the knees left, he would knock the enemy down even if he had to crawl.

“Ahahahaha… this is far from enough!”

As he said this, the gladiator used the power of his one arm to launch himself up, and with a fierce momentum as if he was going to die together, he attacked Astolfo again.

But his action was blocked, and those golems that had been waiting for a long time and could be easily destroyed pounced on him together.

A golem weighing more than a ton pressed down on him to block one of his hands. But Red waved his hands around like a child and repelled it. He blew up the upper body of the golem with just one punch. However, even if the head was blown up, they could still act as if nothing had happened before the functions were completely lost. This was the strength of the golems.

They covered the 'red' completely in an orderly and solemn manner, just like ants that have captured their prey. However, the prey was neither a weak little animal nor a taro worm. No matter how hard the ants bit, the giant would not stop. Even if he was spiritualized below the knees, he still bravely advanced towards the fortress.

“Hahahahaha, this is great, this is wonderful. Enemies are swarming around, and I’m covered in wounds. Ah, this is exactly—”

The arm holding the broadsword pierced through the golem and stabbed high into the sky:

"A moment worthy of shouting the song of victory!"

Every part of him was covered by the golem. Twice he tried to stand up, but continued to move forward despite being shackled with shackles made of rock, bronze and steel.

Go forward, go forward, and keep going forward. The gladiator who started the rebellion may be a madman, but he is not a lost being.

Through his nose, skin, ears, eyes, and tongue, he understood - just ahead, the tyrant was waiting.