My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

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, Archer on the red side? I can't 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, Red Archer, 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, Red Archer? You actually used inferior blood to contaminate Yu Zhi'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, waiting 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 (Trace on)!"

The pink petal shield occupied Atalanta's field of vision. The five petals stretched out, seemingly weak, but they supported a calm situation. Amid 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, 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 Rho Aias 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, Red Archer..."

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

But what about Rider? 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... Rider, what on earth is going on! What happened to the red Berserker? Please tell me clearly... No, let me 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)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)