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Could it be said that we have to retreat to the rear?

Vlad III gritted his teeth reluctantly, while Chiron seemed to have discovered something and hastily hung up.

"Please think twice, leader, I am about to meet my enemy too!"

Chiron's words brought Vlad III back to his senses. He then noticed that after Shuoyue's amazing sword strike, a green-haired warrior rode a chariot, laughing loudly, and rushed into the black side's homunculus and puppets!

"Come on, black servants! Show us your strength! If anyone can stop my chariot, just try!"

The real name of the man who laughed so heartily, turned into the wind, and left the blood and killing behind was Achilles. As the leader of the Greek army in the Trojan War, he was a great hero famous for his invincible strength and immortality!

Under the control of Black's followers, the androids and golems stood in front of him. However, not to mention the artificial humans specialized in combat, even the golems weighing more than a ton were vulnerable to the immortal horse given by the Poseidon, and were instantly crushed into powder.

The emerald green fighting spirit was burning like a flame, mixed with the breath of the world and the stench of blood. The huge meat grinder was cutting the earth and the world at the speed of a bullet. Just by speeding on the ground, the chariot controlled by Hong could ravage the entire battlefield, just like his life that was as short as a meteor. Facing the swarming androids and puppets, he shouted loudly and fiercely without losing his heroic spirit:

"How can you possibly be my opponent!"

It was not the puppet that responded to his provocation.

The three puppets walked in front of the chariot that was speeding forward. Faced with the ignorant obstacles, Hong naturally chose to crush them into pieces.

"Back off, you bunch of bastards!"

After hearing his words, Black Avisbron, who was overlooking the battlefield from afar, responded:

"So what, Hongzhi?"

At the moment of the conflict, the three puppets scattered at the same time. In front of the surprise, the puppets each entangled the horses' hooves, and then suddenly hardened. That was the trick that once trapped Hong, and now it also curbed the enemy's chariot.

"hateful……!"

The chariot that had been advancing rapidly finally stopped. Seeing this scene, the androids raised their battle axes and jumped towards the chariot at the same time.

"Stop playing tricks on me!"

Achilles threw off the reins angrily, grabbed his beloved war gun, jumped up from the driver's seat, and swept away with the gun!

The intersection only lasted a moment. In that moment, the violent gunfire took away the lives of all the artificial humans one by one. The blood spurted out like rain and fell on the ground, dyeing the hero's back red. .

"There is a flaw!"

Achilles, who was concentrating on repelling the enemy, did not notice that a servant was watching his every move in the distance, and took advantage of the pause in his attack to draw his bow and shoot an arrow without hesitation.

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

The arrow shot towards his neck like it was flying through the corpses. Although Achilles was a little late in reacting, he still turned his head and dodged the arrow as much as possible, probably thanks to the cavalry's agility. Even so, 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 could hurt him and make him feel the trembling of death again, there is another Servant on the black side who can hurt him. His name is——

"Really? Where is the black side?" The man standing in the driver's seat shouted in a majestic manner, "The battle that was not yet over, let's continue now! Let you take over, and let's kill as much as we can 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 response, arrows were fired at him again. However, as long as there was nothing blocking his sight, it was easy for him to shoot down the arrows. He simply raised his spear and blocked the two swift attacks.

"Where is it! Black's!"

It’s much closer than you think.”

The moment he turned around, Hei, who was hiding behind the puppet, cleverly concealed the parts other than the bow and arrow, and shot the arrow. Because it was infused with magic power, it was much faster than the arrow shot just now!

"Ugh...?"

That was a superb archery skill that was on par with her elder sister's. Once Achilles blocked it, Hei took advantage of his blind spot, moved to another place, and launched another attack.

“Damn it…!” It was an attack that could be easily blocked, but the enemy archers seemed to enjoy it and continued 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 puppets that served as cover gradually moved away from the center of the battlefield and retreated towards the forest beside 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 was only true for ordinary cavalry. At least for Red Achilles, this statement was completely untrue.

Indeed, if the purpose was to slaughter the enemy on the battlefield and win the war, then he should not have accepted the provocation, but just cut the puppets that were entangled with the horses in half and continue to ravage the enemy's battle line here - this would have been the correct decision.

However, this logical proposal has a flaw. If a person who is called a hero chooses to escape at this time, can he still be considered a true hero?

"Don't underestimate me!"

Leaving the chariot behind so decisively, the agile cavalryman pushed his feet, and with unparalleled strength, he broke through the blockade of the puppets and rushed 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, and when he bumped his fists together, a strong wind blew up Ahfu's robe, and the android behind him couldn't help but fall back.

Looking at Astolfo, who was standing with his feet turned inward, holding the golden lance in both hands with a look of panic on his face, and the mighty black army behind him, Shuoyue couldn't help but frown, with anger building up in his heart.

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!"

His rainbow blue eyes stabbed at the enemy group in front of him like sharp blades. Shuo Yue asked coldly, and without hesitation, he rushed into the enemy in front of him and punched angrily:

"You guys are worthy of fighting me!"

A sonic boom erupted in the legion, as if an invisible artillery shell exploded in the center of the crowd. Amid the deafening roar of thunder, the blood of the androids mixed with the fragments of the puppets flew high into the sky. With the black-robed young man as the center, the area within a hundred meters was like plasticine, dented and distorted by his fierce fists.

The Shuoyue who descended as a professional, in addition to the extremely dangerous "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception" and ever-changing magic, also has the Chinese martial art of Bajiquan integrated into the combat method, which has become the sharpest fangs of this beast.

"My eight poles don't need two strikes!"

Without mercy or communication, he stared at the struggling Astolfo like a prey, with his eyes wide open, and approached him step by step like Acalanatha.

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

"Ah wow wow wow... This is terrible." Astolfo's face turned bitter as he felt a blood-red word "danger" on his forehead as he was pressed by Shuoyue's murderous aura that was as tangible as a substance.

"So why should I 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, dying, dying, help, help, help—!”

There was a loud noise in the distance. The person in charge of dispatching in the rear naturally saw the tragic scene and tilted his head in confusion.

Why don't you release your Noble Phantasm?"

The reason why he chose to let Astolfo face off against Shuoyue was because he had taken a fancy to one of the treasures he possessed, which was a symbol of cavalry - a phantom horse that did 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 current intelligence analysis, this assassin does not have the ability to float in the air for a long time. In this regard, Astolfo, who has air superiority, can gain the advantage in space during combat. What's more, after releasing the true name of Hippogriff, this phantom beast also has the hidden ability of "dimensional jumping", which is enough to avoid 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 Servants. In response, the Black Side's Chiron faced Achilles, and Siegfried has also been dispatched to fight again with Karna, with whom he had once been evenly matched. However, Black Vlad III's Noble Phantasm was proven to be restrained by the New Moon, and he lost the qualification to face him head-on.

Black Altria is gathering her strength for Red Mordred who is about to arrive on the battlefield, Avisbronn needs to command the battlefield and control the timing of releasing Red Spartacus, and the black Frankenstein needs to make up for the combat power gap caused by Tamiao's report on the front battlefield. Therefore, Astolfo is the only one who can be dispatched.

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.

Shuoyue had already said that she would not show mercy, and even she did not want to easily provoke Lord Shuoyue, who was in a hurry to kill him, not to mention that she was still waiting for Mordred to appear.

There is no other way. " Lingxia had asked him to remain loyal to Black until he was exposed, so Avisbron had no choice but to play his last card, "Release Red, and delay it as long as possible."

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

, yours is mine, you know that?"

"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 have no way to 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, to do that, you must first eliminate our opponent. Go ahead. Your opponent is an invader, a lackey of power, and a murderer who punches the good knight. This should be a sufficient reason as a motive, right?"

With a snap of fingers, the seal of the gladiator finally fell off gradually. As if he couldn't wait any longer, Spartacus struggled desperately and finally tore free from the shackles of the puppet.

The moment he was freed, he looked at Avisbronn with a peaceful smile like 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 afraid or not.

Hmm.

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, Avisbronn sighed helplessly. If he accidentally showed a condescending attitude, he would probably retract his words and kill himself.

So after completely clearing out the miscellaneous soldiers, Sakutsuki rubbed his slightly warm fists and slowly walked towards Astolfo, but was obstructed by his former ally... no, a Servant who was destined to become his enemy.

It was an evil ghost with blue-white skin like a dead person and muscles all over his body. He vowed to bring chaos to the battlefield and turn everything into nothingness.

"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 meant the balance of victory and defeat was on the line, teetering on the edge of the delicate balance between life and death. In the anxious wait, all the red and black sides could do was to keep a close eye on the movement of the balance and raise their stakes before it tipped over to the other side.

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

This was not the only gamble that unfolded. As the red and black sides continued to send in servants, the vanguard consisting mainly of Dragon Fang Soldiers, androids and puppets was quickly consumed. Instead, they were replaced by fighting spirit and spiritual energy that swept across the battlefield, as well as the sound of gunfire and sword shadows that resounded through the sky, hovering over the forest and plains for a long time.

In addition to the battlefield between Achilles and Siegfried, Karna, the strongest fighter of the red team, also found his target.

The dragon slayer, with white hair like frost and snow, magic sword like dusk, and dragon pattern spreading on his chest, is standing on the flank of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the enemy to arrive.

He was a swordsman as solemn as a statue. Amid the corpses and bones on the ground, he stood there emotionlessly, without a speck of blood on his body, even though he had already been bearing the curse of the 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 was mixed with laughter, and the fighting spirit and demonic energy collided in an instant, causing an invisible storm. In the almost stagnant space, two figures, one silver and one gold, turned into afterimages, wrapped in powerful magic power, and collided with each other.

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 clear, not just the interlaced guns and swords, but also the strong and unyielding souls resonating in the collision, enjoying the pleasure of battle. With the spreading of true ether, the magic of flames was released, and the dusk was ignited by the hot flames. The mere leakage of breath split the night, and the black paint on the curtain was washed away by magic, replaced by a brilliant and hearty scene filled with orange!

Top servants compete here!

Not far away where Fei Ge and Xiao Yang were fighting, the thick blood color took back the night. The dark rafters camouflaged in the night were densely packed, chasing the female hunter who was 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.

Although she seemed calm, she knew that she was gradually getting cornered - Vlad III of Black was constantly squeezing her living space with countless rafters.

Even though she had the strength of her legs that she was proud of and had experience as a wilderness hunter, a lion trapped in a cage was nothing more than a trapped animal that could be played with 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.