My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Are you at your wits' end, you're on the red side?

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

What, do you want to surrender to me?

Stop spouting nonsense that neither sounds like a joke nor is it sincere. Kuroyuki. Since both of us have a wish for 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 Shuo Yue hadn't cut off too many rafter piles... Looking at the escaping female hunter, Vlad III looked gloomy and started 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 servant is such an existence. He spends seven days burning his life to the fullest and once again leaving a strong mark in the memory of this 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 android batteries like the black team. Even if the masters were all trapped in the room and concentrated on providing magic, their magic power would still be weak. Still limited.

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

Where are you going to hide, from the red side? It's impossible for me to let you go as both heretics and invaders!

The bronze and iron horse made by Avisbronn worked. Driven by Vlad III, it ran freely on all four legs, chasing the emerald green figure in the distance. And the demon king who dominates the country controls the rafters and continues to delay Atalanta.

——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.

So Vlad III spoke again, his voice low and loud: Stop, Hongzhi, if you greet me with the dignity of a hero, I will not hesitate to pay due condolences after your death 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 what you did, Hongzhi? You actually used inferior blood to contaminate Yuzhi's robes!

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!

Following the anger of the Archduke of Wallachia, the ground instantly shattered, and with a thunderous roar, a turbid current was set off on the dry land.

Those are rafter piles, countless sharp rafter piles!

Like a tide of dark beasts that even hunters fear, the rafter piles pierced the trees, pierced the corpses, pierced the blood and space, and roared towards the astonished 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. Caught off guard, she could only jump high to avoid the first round of rafter pile thrusts, but under the control of the Archduke, the mighty rushing The group of rafters and piles suddenly rose up and rushed towards Ta Miao who fell into the air and could not move.

Well!

With no way to escape, she could only swallow the bitter pill of her mistake. Atalanta closed her eyes and waited for the punishment of being pierced. But at the critical moment, someone grabbed her soft waist and stretched his right hand close to her pretty face. , allowing Ta Miao to easily see the blue magic circuit appearing 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 situation.

Amidst the sharp creaking sound, the young man looked back, majestically turning his back to the torrent of death, and stretched out his hand to smooth Atalanta's frown.

It's okay, I'm here.

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

Um.

Click click click.

The petals covering the Seven Rings of Blazing Heaven fell one after another, and the voice that was on the verge of breaking seemed to be complaining about the master's shameful act 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 a gun in his fist, his eyes filled with iridescent blue reflected the messy and intertwined lines of rafter piles. The petal shield screamed and burst, petals flying all over the sky, the fragments of the rafter piles scratched the cheeks, wiping out blood lines, and the young man's sharp eyes pulled the trigger, and a torrential barrage 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 shout Ula and attack the enemy fiercely, nor did he pat his chest macholy to show that he would protect her... In the Greek era, such good men were quite rare.

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

So, is this 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? Could it be that he ran away from battle?

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

When it was said that Cao Cao had arrived, a handsome knight came riding on a fantasy beast from the horizon. He was so disgraced that when he saw Vlad III, he burst into tears and screamed at him. Dust, blood, and so on were all covered in dust. On fine robes.

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!

You, what is going on! What happened to Hong? Please tell me clearly... No, let Yu go first, let 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 earthquake under his feet. The soil was thrown away, the turf was torn off, and the earth shook. The giant monster with blue and white muscles broke free from the shackles of the earth. Rush out.

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's like a giant, naked to the waist, swinging a hammer and beating a drum. The sound was huge, the gongs and drums were noisy, and it did not disappear suddenly, but came one after another, one wave higher than the other, and in the end, it turned into a continuous wave like the flood of the Qiantang River!

If anyone could escape from the killing field and look toward the source of the sound, they would be able to see a strong man with a deathly gray color laughing wildly, violently colliding with a young man with an upright body and 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!

A magic fist as fierce as a gladiator hit his arm, and the muscles that even a lion could not tear apart instantly turned a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon, and then exploded with a pop, but there were blood bubbles. As soon as it appeared, blood vessels and cells proliferated rapidly, turning into increasingly swollen and dense 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 thinking. Looking at the uninjured young man in the black robe, it was hard to imagine how such a thin body could burst out such terrifying power.

Directing the force into the earth, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground, Shuo Yue exhaled a long white breath, feeling the burning pain in his internal organs, and once again complained about losing the dragon's heart.

In contrast, Spartacus was even more unbearable. He had gradually lost his human form and fell involuntarily. His exploded arm quickly healed itself, further causing his center of gravity to become unstable, and finally forced the gladiator to slump. He fell to the ground, but this man showed no sign of resentment. Instead, he opened his mouth more and more happily.

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 the one destined to be the oppressor, and you are hell-bent on rebelling against us.