Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Why, you are the judge, right? Can't you even tell the objects you should be wary of now?"

No, of course I do.”

Feeling that there was no murderous intent in Ta Miao's words, Joan of Arc relaxed her guard a little, raised her head, and looked up at the giant figure as tall as a mountain.

That's right, she is not the one who should be wary of most now.

"The second berserker for Black, Spartacus..."

Because he was captured by the Black team, he was forcibly exchanged for the Master's Servant. In other words, although he is now Red, he is an enemy of the Red team.

There is no problem with this alone. In the Holy Grail War, it is not impossible for one's own servants to become enemies.

but--

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

Is this really possible? Jeanne thought it was a hill at first. Then, she thought, "Could it be a pile of corpses?" Finally, she had to deny these thoughts and come to a conclusion.

"Spartacus...?"

"Well, I really didn't expect it to be this bad. The more I attacked him, the stronger it became, and I completely forgot about the human form. As expected of a berserker, I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

As if feeling helpless, Ta Miao, the person involved, sighed.

After realizing that the fight at the New Moon was not for her, Atalanta took on the task of restraining the mad Spartacus under Amakusa's instructions, and then led him all the way to Jeanne.

It was a monster-like Servant. If it was just huge, it would be impossible for Jeanne to become speechless.

The reason why she was so shocked that she was speechless was because of Spartacus' current state. He has a total of eight arms, three of which have no joint bones. It looks like an octopus, but once it is swung, it will smash the enemy to pieces like a whip.

The legs were as thick as an old tree trunk, and had countless feet like insects. I'm afraid it's because he can't support his huge body with just two legs, so he uses this method to share his weight.

The head is almost completely sunken into the neck, while the shoulder openings protrude outwards with objects resembling the upper and lower jaws of a dinosaur.

The roar of the beast.

Rather than saying that it is a treasure phantom, it is more appropriate to say it is a spell tool, Jeanne thought to herself.

He is still alive, he is still on the move, and more importantly... he is still looking for battlefields and victories everywhere.

It converts a portion of the damage it receives into magic power, and accumulates it to improve its own abilities, which probably includes healing abilities. It receives damage, converts it into magic power to improve its own abilities, and performs self-healing at the same time. There is absolutely no room for the Master to intervene.

The problem was that the cycle was running too fast, and due to the loss of control of the healing, his body was out of the normal range. Despite this, his physical ability continued to improve as the number of injuries increased, and as a result, his body gradually turned into an alien appearance.

The simplest standard for measuring the strength of humans is height and weight. Because even among the beings called Heroic Spirits, most of them basically have human appearance.

However, this rebellious gladiator completely abandoned that idea. Eight arms are stronger than two arms; if the weight has increased to the point where the legs can no longer support it, just add a few more legs.

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The more damage he suffered, the closer he would be to victory - for a berserker with such faith, a situation of this degree would probably be a piece of cake.

"Is it there?!"

The five eyeballs located on his shoulders, neck and abdomen all stared at Atalanta and Joan of Arc at the same time. Sensing the crisis, the two separated to the left and right as if they were electrocuted. Spartacus didn't care at all and turned to A full blow was released from the front.

The ground that was blown away and shattered hit the two girls like grenades.

"Goo!"

"Woo..."

The stones and rocks scratched the skin of the two, and Jeanne even damaged part of her armor. If it wasn't for the attack with magic, the Servant would never have been injured. However, Spartacus's fist was filled with overflowing magic, and even the stones and rocks that were broken by it were contaminated.

This is the same as when a follower throws a dagger. Of course, the phenomenon of magic spreading to rocks broken with a sword was an experience that Jeanne had never experienced before.

"Well, it seems that you are also implicated this time. Sorry."

In response to Ta Miao's apology, Jeanne shook her head slowly.

"No, we often encounter such trivial matters... However, from a standpoint, I cannot be hostile to him. After all, the current scope of involvement is only this battlefield."

"Hmm, actually, I have no objection to this, but -"

The emerald girl looked at him with a bitter expression, and Jeanne couldn't help but tense her expression as she felt a sudden chill running through her body.

"Because of the order from the Master, it's almost time for me to retreat."

"Well, could it be——"

After sighing, Ta Miao patted the Holy Lady on the shoulder as if to comfort her.

"I'm really sorry. I'll leave it to you next."

"Wait--"

Atalanta on the red side is one of the heroes in Greek mythology who is famous for her agility. Even Joan of Arc cannot match her running speed.

"what!"

Looking at the girl's departing back, Joan of Arc withdrew her hand from Erkang, which she had subconsciously extended, and felt like crying but had no tears.

You Ta Miao, stop for me!

The shaking of the earth forced Jeanne to look away. She raised her head and glanced upwards in aggrieved manner. In front of her eyes was an alien hero... no, a head. What's even worse is that he has already locked his sights on Jeanne.

Yes, Spartacus was a fighter who rebelled against all those in power, even those who were the arbiters.

At this point, Zheng Gong once again recalled the fear of being dominated by the giants.

It was calculated."

Atalanta had no hostility. However, the Master seemed to have a different opinion.

"The person" he must meet has arrived at the Sky Fortress. How should I catch up with him... If only I had wings that could fly into the sky.

However, staying here means that you must fight the monster in front of you. Should you activate your privilege?

no. He will not stop unless he is ordered to die, but as a judge, she must not dictate the life or death of an innocent servant at will. So should we retreat? That was hardly the right choice. She had a hunch that once she left this battlefield, something would inevitably happen.

In this case, there is only one option left.

"Delaying time...?"

Now that she has lost the option of retreat and attack, the only action Joan of Arc can take now is to defend. As long as he persists in defending, I'm afraid the black or red followers will come over and repel him.

That is a completely wishful speculation, and the worst case scenario is that neither the black or red side will come to help him, but just wait and watch the show on the sidelines.

It felt as if everyone had become an enemy. Faced with this situation that would probably scare a chill down the spine of an ordinary person, Jeanne missed it very much.

Laughing, hating, fooling - despite enduring all of this alone, her faith was not shaken in the slightest. For her, who did not even have a Master to fight alongside her, loneliness was a common thing.

No, it can’t be considered lonely.”

Although there is no evidence, Joan of Arc inexplicably believes that as long as she calls out that person's name, the young man will definitely come from thousands of miles away and reach out to her - wanting her to continue fighting, with this A little is enough.

The red one roared, it was coming - Joan of Arc raised the holy flag and prepared to fight.

The moment before the heavy punch landed, the girl's holy flag blocked it. Two huge whip arms followed closely behind, but they were still blocked and pushed aside, but there was another arm hidden behind!

"Woo——!!"

After being hit directly, his body was instantly knocked away, and he rolled on the ground several times. Fortunately, the Dragon Tooth Soldier who was ordered to kill her became a cushion to soften the blow for her. As a price for resisting the impact, three dragon tooth soldiers were smashed into pieces in succession. If he didn't have those cushions, he would probably be knocked to the edge of the battlefield. It was a move that could only be accomplished with incredible strength and accumulated magic power.

No, the one just now...can it really be considered a trick?

Joan of Arc stood up again and wiped the blood from her lips. Even though she had experienced hundreds of battles, such an alien monster had never appeared in the Hundred Years' War between England and France. If she had been hit by the blow just now without any defense, I am afraid that I am not far from death.

As if seeing through her hesitation, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What!?"

Those seven-colored light pillars, which would even look beautiful if they were not on the battlefield, were not targeting her——

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!?"

It was a howl that was a mixture of distress and joy. Due to the injury, the monster immediately began to treat the cut flesh. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus has probably reached his limit.

...No, in fact, he had already exceeded his limit. He kept enduring, kept enduring, bearing all the suffering and pain. Now all he had to do was release it.

In an instant, Jeanne d'Arc understood the red side's intention of shooting the beam of light from the sky and Spartacus's own goal.

He let out a deafening roar, and his target was the oppressor and his subordinates, which means——

"Are you going to destroy everything on this battlefield!!!"

There will be another update in ten minutes.

I wrote about 10,000 words on the train, which is worthy of me (proud)!

Chapter 473: The Utopia of Independence

Although the red side is not immune to Spartacus's indiscriminate innocence, they can move to the floating fortress and move to areas beyond the reach of the berserkers.

As for the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, they are just miscellaneous soldiers to them. Of course they don't care about the lives of these man-made creatures.

The problem lies with Black. I'm afraid this is an unexpected situation for them. Who could have expected that "Roar of the Flawed Beast" would be such a bad Noble Phantasm.

The immense amount of mana that had been accumulated, and his body that had deteriorated during the accumulation process, had probably long since broken free from the constraints of the contract. For Spartacus, a rebellious hero, even in normal conditions, two Command Seals had to be consumed to make him obey orders. As for the current situation, even using up all the Command Seals would probably not be enough.

Yes, that means the Gladiator never stops. Assuming that he uses all his strength to strike next, the damage range will probably spread to the entire battlefield, and maybe even the Milenian Fortress, which is located between the city and the battlefield, will not be spared.

So, what to do? Joan of Arc received a revelation in distress. If I had to say it, it came through "revelation", which was similar to the feeling of mutual resonance.

"This is?!"

The girl looked into the distance with a face full of astonishment, and caught an object in her vision, which was a blonde, beautiful woman.

She has soft, white skin, shoulder-length golden hair, emerald green eyes, and a pretty face that looks pretty even without makeup.

If you replace those emerald eyes with purple, this description can also be applied to yourself.

Otherwise, their faces were so similar that for a moment, Jeanne even thought she was his long-lost sister.

"You, you are..."

"No need to say any more unnecessary words."

The girl exuding a dignified and holy temperament walked forward, first took a deep look at the stunned Jeanne's chest..., and then raised her head to look at the increasingly dangerous "giant bomb".

"It seems that Shuo Yue's calculations were not wrong, and it was not in vain for me to leave other things behind and come here,"

calculate? other things? ...Shuo Yue?

Element detection!

"Wait, you mean Shuo Yue?"

Even though there was a crisis ahead, Joan of Arc was clearly delighted. She clasped her hands together, and her amethyst-like eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Excuse me, where is he now? How is he doing? Was he injured in the battle? Ah, and also...were you sent by him to help me?"

Altria lowered her eyes, looking at the expectant yet anxious Saint Lady, and inexplicably had a strong sense of déjà vu.

It seems that I often have this kind of thought...but I have always kept it in my heart and never said it so bluntly.

No matter what form Shuo Yueqing is in, she is always so lovable.

Sighing helplessly, Arturia responded emotionally: "He's fine, he's fine, yes."

"Huh... That's good." Joan of Arc patted her plump breasts, and her cheeks soon turned red again, "Ah, that's not what I meant. I just asked as a routine matter as a judge, not out of curiosity. And what do you care about..."

She's so cute, even I kind of like her.

Looking at the girl who looked very similar to herself, Altria's expression relaxed a little. She patted her shoulder and then stood in front of Jeanne.

"Leave the rest to me. As the adjudicator, it is not your duty to protect Black, but mine."

Following the Knight King's declarative words, a blue-gold scabbard appeared.

Nine years - and I lived with him during my most sentimental teenage years.

He is both a father and a teacher; he is an elder brother and a good friend. As the son of a hero, blessed by the gods of Olympus, and receiving the awe and admiration of soldiers at a young age, he has very few friends or teachers. .

And Chiron is undoubtedly one of them. He is the most trustworthy person to him, comparable to his good friend Patroclus.

However, that hero now stood in front of him in pursuit of the Holy Grail.

As the black player, as the enemy, as the opponent fighting against me——

"I'm going to fuck you, teacher."

"That's unnecessary, Red."

Achilles, who shrank slightly when the opponent responded with harsh words, immediately cheered up and stabbed out with his spear. The two started fighting within a conversational distance. In other words, this was the scene of the approaching archers and the attacking cavalry.