Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

Head, it's gone!

Chapter 24

Achilles pulled out the sword stuck in Atalanta's arm, and simply bandaged it.

"Elder Sister, you should be considered to have escaped like this." Achilles heaved a sigh of relief, "Are you all right?"

Atalanta shook her head.

Her injury just now was mainly caused by the aftermath of the explosion of the arrow flying from afar.

That attack is definitely the top among the followers——

Without strong protection and quite powerful attacks to offset each other, it is impossible for someone to resist such a powerful attack.

She was no exception, just being brushed by the aftermath of the explosion, she was already so injured that she could hardly move.

"Sister, shall I carry you?" Achilles suggested.

Atalanta looked at his face and remembered what Assassin said.

With an ugly face, she shook her head hastily.

"That's enough. I can walk by myself!" Atalanta leaned against the tree, stood up, endured the pain, and ran back.

"Eldest sister is really stubborn." Achilles scratched his head and followed.

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"Oh—oppressor, oppressor! I will crush you!" Spartacus roared, even though his body was entangled, he would stretch out his sharp blade to the oppressor.

Vlad III shook his head lightly.

That's it.

The spike pierced Spartacus' arm, and the sword fell to the ground.

He couldn't move at all.

Capturing the red berserker, Spartacus's plan came to a perfect conclusion, and even almost left the red rider and archer in his country to be killed by spikes.

Pity.

Shirou came back from the forest soon after.

He first discovered the berserker who had been captured, and was stunned.

"Assassin, your skills are really amazing." Gould ran over panting, wiped his sweat, and Saber on the side also nodded to Shirou.

Saber's facial expression is no longer so rigid, it seems that the relationship between Saber and Gold seems to be better.

"Master of Saber, good evening." Shirou greeted.

He didn't have a bad impression of the other, except that Gold was fatter, which seemed strange among magicians.

But at least his moral level is relatively high, at least at the level of normal people.

"Good evening! Speaking of which, my saber has just cooperated with the rider to subdue the red party's berserker. Look, he seems to be called Spartacus. He is really a big guy."

Gold couldn't help sighing.

Rider Astolfo also ran over, boasting of his achievements.

"Assassin, did you see that, I caught it with all my might. Humph, I'm the rider of one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, hehe!"

"Oh—that's amazing." Shirou applauded politely, but then clenched his fists.

Spartacus?

Lancer saw that everyone had already greeted Shirou, and praised: "Assassin, it's really you."

"It's a pity I didn't get rid of the red archer." Shirou shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow, it will be difficult for the red archer to play a big role." Vlad III looked at the castle on his horse, and it was time to go back.

"Lancer, I have a request. I wonder if you can allow it?" Shirou hurriedly said when he saw that Vlad III was about to leave.

"Oh, it's so rare that you actually have a request." Lancer turned his horse's head and looked at Shirou suspiciously, "Finally, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Can you give Spartacus a certain degree of freedom? In other words, can you not let Caster make a contract with Berserker now?"

Vlad III took a look at Shirou.

Shirou's eyes were very clear.

"Why?" Lancer asked bluntly, "Give me an explanation."

"Spartacus is a berserker, and it doesn't seem to be of any use to people who don't agree with it? When he was on the red team, he ran out like this. The red team was forced to send two people, and they were also killed. We chased and intercepted him. And if he is also so disobedient here, wouldn't he be harmed by him instead?"

Lancer suddenly smiled: "You didn't say what you really thought, did you? Well, what you said is reasonable, so let's do it first. But if the situation is not right, he will still be our hole card. Let Caster first contract him Alright."

Lancer then rode slowly towards the castle.

Shirou breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Spartacus.

He can only help this great hero who resisted slavery so far, and the next words——

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