Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Are you at your wits' end, Red Team?"

Although he was humiliated by Shuo Yue several times, in front of other followers, Vlad III was still the calm and unhurried Grand Duke, the well-deserved King of the Night.

"What, do you want to surrender to me?"

“Stop spouting nonsense that is neither a joke nor sincere, Kuro. Since both of us have placed our hopes on the Holy Grail, surrender is absolutely impossible, and—”

Atalanta couldn't finish what she said because Vlad III had lost his patience. He raised his right hand high, and the ground around him instantly surged with strong murderous intent. Iron stakes sprung up one after another, attacking the woman. The hunter's movements are closely watched. At the same time, it seems that there is something more terrifying "something" about to move - the hunter's intuition makes Ta Miao deeply uneasy.

Reminiscent of the scene where Shuo Yue did not hesitate to draw his sword and hurt himself after blocking the sneak attack for her, Atalanta finally gave up his hesitation, put two new arrows on the bowstring, and shot into the starry sky:

"Dedicated to the two great gods... the Arrow Book of Complaint!"

Then the rain of falling stars fell again, but the Archduke of Wallachia showed no fear, and the rafters and piles behind him came up to him, blocking thousands of arrows. But Atalanta's goal had been achieved. While Vlad III was concentrating on dealing with the Noble Phantasm, she once again showed off her impressive foot power and quickly withdrew from Vlad III's encirclement.

"Cunning lioness, if the new moon hadn't cut off too many rafters..." Looking at the fleeing hunter, Vlad III's face was gloomy, and he began to chase her without hesitation.

"But even so, you can come and leave the rest of the territory whenever you want!"

Chapter 459 Hero Saves Meow 20

Chapter 460 Hero Saves Meow 2.0

Even if they come as humans, the servants are still different from ordinary humans.

Magic power is their life. The more magic power is consumed, the closer they are to death.

The so-called servants are such existences. They use seven days to burn their own lives to the fullest, leaving a strong mark in the memories of the present world.

It's a pity that Atalanta doesn't have so much sadness. Her aesthetics only exist in chasing and hunting. The reason why she once again consumed magic power to release the Noble Phantasm was just to escape from the prison of Vlad III.

After releasing the Noble Phantasm twice in succession, she could clearly feel that the Master's magic power supply was beginning to weaken. The Red Team did not have the supply of artificial batteries like the Black Team. Even if all the Masters were trapped in the room and focused on supplying magic, their magic power was still limited.

The apology to the Master lasted only a moment. Atalanta calculated the extent of the weakening of her strength and squandered her magic power without hesitation, dodging the attacks of the rafters that were chasing her and rushing towards a battlefield somewhere.

"Where are you going to hide, Red? I will never let you go, as you are both pagans and invaders!"

The bronze and iron horse made by Avisbronn played a role. Under the drive of Vlad III, it ran freely on all fours, chasing the emerald green figure in the distance. The "demon" king who dominated the country manipulated the rafters and continued to delay Atalanta's pace.

——The hero retreated before him.

This fact inspired Vlad III. In the wars so far, he had been at a disadvantage because of Shuo Yue's suppression. Even if he was as proud and as tyrannical as he was, he would still question himself late at night.

Am I qualified to lead Black?

Do I have the confidence to protect Wallachia from invaders?

Can I...make up for the regrets I had during my lifetime?

And in today's battle, his question was answered. The epic of the Archduke of Wallachia was not forgotten by the world, but was passed down from generation to generation, and finally turned into a miracle that even the heroes of the Gods could defeat. .

Ah, these are my people, the power my life brings to me——

My heart was surging, and it was really hard to accept it without shouting out.

Then Vlad III spoke again, his voice deep and loud: "Stop, Red. If you greet me with the dignity of a hero, I will also offer you due condolences after you die in battle."

"I refuse. This is a rare second life. I don't want to be tortured to death."

Atalanta refused without hesitation. It was only then that Vlad III discovered that they had broken into another battlefield. The ground was full of fallen corpses of androids and golems, even Avisbronn. The bronze and iron horse made by one's own hands could not move around in the pile of corpses, so he had to personally get involved in the mess, knocking away all the obstacles in front of him, and his whole body was stained with blood.

"Damn it... Is this your way, Hongzhi? You actually stained my clothes with inferior blood!"

Vlad III raised his hand angrily, and endless rafter piles flew out, sweeping across like a huge palm, completely clearing the pile of 'garbage' in front of him, and roared at the huntress who was walking on the ground.

"Do you think you can make me retreat in this way? On the contrary, such insult and contempt can only be repaid with blood!"

Along with the anger of the Grand Duke of Wallachia, the ground shattered in an instant, and with a deafening roar, a turbid current was stirred up on the dry land.

Those are rafter piles, countless sharp rafter piles!

Like a dark tide of beasts that even hunters would fear, the rafters pierced through the trees, the corpses, the blood and the air, and roared towards the stunned Atalanta.

This is a turbid wave that cannot even be crossed by strong feet across Arcadia, a bloody rage that is destined to be overtaken!

"How can you be so unreasonable!"

Atalanta had no idea that Vlad III would be furious because of the dirt, and she was caught off guard and could only jump high to avoid the first round of rafters. However, under the control of the Grand Duke, the vast stream of rafters suddenly rose up and rushed towards the Ta'meow who fell into the air and was unable to move.

"Well!"

Unable to dodge and having no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit of her mistake, Atalanta closed her eyes, waiting for the punishment of being pierced. At the critical moment, someone put his arms around her soft waist and stretched out his right hand close to her pretty face, allowing Tamiao to easily see the blue magic circuits on his arm.

"Projection, unfold!"

The pink petal shield occupied Atalanta's field of vision. The five petals stretched out, seemingly weak, but they supported a calm atmosphere.

Amid the sharp creaking sound, the young man looked back, turned his back to the torrent of death, and reached out his hand to smooth Atalanta's frowning brows.

"It's okay, I'm here."

Strange to say, the alarming sense of crisis has not dissipated, but the moment Atalanta saw Shuo Yue, she suddenly relaxed, like a cat returning to its den, its tail wagging slightly behind her. , lowered his head meekly, and answered quietly.

Um. "

Click click click.

The petals covering the seven rings of Seraph fell one after another, and the sound that was on the verge of breaking seemed to be complaining about the master's shameful behavior of subconsciously flirting with girls at this moment.

The five pieces are not a complete body and cannot block attacks!

But for Shuo Yue, defense has never been in his consideration range. The reason why he launched defense was just for a better attack.

Holding the fist gun, his rainbow-blue eyes reflected the intertwined lines of the rafters. The petal shield wailed and broke, petals flew all over the sky, and the fragments of the rafters scratched his cheeks, leaving blood. The young man's eyes were sharp, and he pulled the trigger, and a huge barrage of bullets poured out!

Bang bang bang!

The hammer struck the bullet, the gunpowder exploded, and a fiery red light illuminated the deep night. Like a snake that had been hit seven inches, the rafter piles receded like a tide, revealing Vlad III who could not hide his anger and fear, but Shuo Yue seemed not to notice and continued to talk to Atalanta. dialogue.

"Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm not injured and can continue to fight."

"It's okay, but this time it's a special situation. I can't say I can protect you every time. You should still pay attention to safety in the future."

"Well, okay." As she asked and answered, Atalanta's eyebrows relaxed, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

He didn't charge at the enemy while shouting "Ura", nor did he pat his chest like a male chauvinist to express his willingness to protect her... In the Greek era, such good men were very rare.

When Shuo Yue was talking to Atalanta, Vlad III also came back to his senses and whispered solemnly:

"So, this is the reason why you ran away, Hong

In the end, he faced the enemy he least expected to encounter.

But what? Why didn't he show up? Did he run away from the battlefield?

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Grand Duke, you finally came to save me!"

Speak of the devil, here comes a handsome knight riding a fantasy beast from the horizon. He is covered in dust and dirt. When he sees Vlad III, he bursts into tears and rushes towards him, screaming. Dust and blood are all stuck to his exquisite robe.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Shuoyue is really fierce, and so is the berserker. I can't get involved in their fights! As a result, Mr. Shuoyue was driven underground by Spartacus... ugh Wow QAQ, I was so scared that I could only summon the Hippogriff!"

"Ru, what on earth is going on! What happened to Hong? Explain it clearly... No, let Yu go first, let him go!"

"Ah!" Ah Fu suddenly remembered something, and happily let go of Vlad III, jumped on the Hippogriff, and fled away with just enough time to leave a word.

"Grand Duke, you have to be careful where you step!"

"Varied--"

Before Vlad III could react, there was a violent shaking under his feet. The soil was blown away, the grass was torn off, and a giant monster with bluish-white muscles broke free from its restraints and rushed out from the shackles of the earth.

"Ah hahahaha, this is rebellion!"

And what a coincidence, Vlad III's foothold is exactly the head of this huge monster!

The Grand Duke is being persecuted again, oh my, my heart is broken, where can I find a close friend (laughing)

Chapter 460 His name is Spartacus

Chapter 461 His name is Spartacus

The moon and stars are sparse, the red side's aerial garden is floating in the air, and the black side's fortress is located on the earth, like two giant beasts silently confronting each other. Under their gaze, the heroes gallop on the battlefield without emotion, putting their own Life and glory are engraved in each other's eyes.

But this is not an arena. There are no rules for you to sing and I will appear. Flames and demonic energy dance together, swords and bows are brilliant. In the chaos of light and shadow that is difficult for mortals to interpret, even the demon dolls, dragon tooth soldiers, and artificial humans are... The cry of killing is not worth mentioning.

No matter where the battlefield is, it is difficult to ignore the roar that echoes through the sky from somewhere.

boom! boom! boom!

It was as if a giant with his upper body naked was banging a hammer and beating a drum. The sound was mighty and deafening, but it was not fleeting, but one wave after another, one wave higher than the other, and in the end, it turned into a continuous wave like the Qiantang River tide!

If someone could escape from the fighting and look towards the source of the sound, they would see a sturdy man with a deathly gray complexion laughing wildly and colliding violently with a tall young man in a black robe.

The gladiator's sword has been torn apart by vicious fists and evil eyes, but Spartacus has never relied on foreign objects, but his unyielding spirit, muscles and punches honed in suffering!

The so-called gladiators are those who focus on killing their opponents without resorting to any means. Their swords, their fists, their roars and even roars are all weapons to kill the enemy!

"boom!"

The magic fist, which was no less ferocious than that of a gladiator, hit his arm. The muscle group that even a lion could not tear apart instantly turned a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon, and then exploded with a "pop". However, as soon as the blood bubble appeared, the blood vessels and cells multiplied rapidly, turning into increasingly swollen and tight muscles.

Contrary to the pain of his arm being destroyed, there was a growing smile on Spartacus's face.

"Well, I'll give back this pleasure...double!"

It was like an iron bar weighing several tons fell, and the sound of the wind alone made people shudder. The young man in black robe was completely shrouded in the shadow of his arm. Faced with such a dangerous attack, he did not dodge, but stood up and twisted his waist. , not caring about the excessive size difference, swung another cannon punch.

It was a scene like an egg hitting a stone, but what was broken was not the egg, but the stone, and it was the thick arm that fell with great force!

The iron rod fell, but the iron rod broke!

The unexpected result shocked everyone's mind. Looking at the young man who was still in black robe and unharmed, it was hard to imagine how such a terrifying power could burst out from such a thin body.

The force was directed to the earth, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground. Shuoyue exhaled a long breath of white air, feeling the burning pain in his internal organs, and once again complained about the loss of the Dragon's Heart.

In contrast, Spartacus was in an even worse condition. He had gradually lost his human form and fell back involuntarily. His exploded arm quickly healed itself, further causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and eventually forcing the gladiator to collapse to the ground. However, this man showed no resentment at all, and instead his mouth smiled with even greater happiness.

"Hahahaha... I am immortal, and rebellion is immortal! What's more, nothing gives me more pleasure than being a shield for the weak!"

Spartacus, a sword fighter in ancient Rome, led the slave war known as the Spartacus Rebellion. Although his rebellion was suppressed, his name went down in history, and the oppressed people regarded his name as hope. symbol.

"You and I are truly destined enemies. I am destined to be the oppressor, and you are obsessed with rebelling against us."

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 of this, Shuoyue suddenly raised his hand, and the projection magic reappeared. An iron object was cast on his arm, blocking the glittering golden horse spear.

"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 Afu, Shuoyue said coldly, "At this point, are you still not going to summon the Hippogriff and release its true name?"

"No! I don't know how you know this, but no, no!" Without even a sign of thinking, Astolfo rejected Shuoyue's 'advice' without hesitation, "Summoning Hippogriff will consume magic power! Not to mention the liberation of the True Name, I don't want my Master and her compatriots to be burdened too much!"

Summon a Hippogriff, then ride and use it. If you only reach this stage, then the magic power consumption is actually not much, and it can be completely supplied by a single artificial human.

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 yelled in dissatisfaction, and Spartacus beside him suddenly stood up, grabbed Astolfo with his intact arm and held him behind him, protecting him like a hen protecting her chicks.

"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 Spartacus's impoverished mind, Astolfo, who was obviously weak and vulnerable (relatively speaking), but fought hard against suffering and oppression (Shuoyue:?) for his own mission and obligation, might be very similar to him and millions of suffering people?

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