It turns out that my youth story is fgo!

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Astolfo was hit hard by Spartacus and crashed into a tree. He covered his butt and kept shouting in pain.

"At least let me finish what I'm saying!" Astolfo was helpless. Why did he end up like this when he wanted to show off his coolness? "It's been a long time since I had this chance. Really."

Spartacus didn't seem to hear Astolfo's words at all. He charged at Astolfo with a crazy smile on his face.

Astolfo raised his lance, and the lance was shining with golden light. Facing Spartacus, he was beaten badly in the hand-to-hand combat, so this was the only way.

Use the treasure!

"One touch and it's gone..."

When Astolfo's rational brain finally remembered his real name and used it formally-

"Swoosh--"

An arrow came through the air, broke through the strong wind, and hit Astolfo directly. Even if he didn't kill him in one blow, he successfully interrupted the activation of this treasure.

However, this was not the end. Arrows attacked Astolfo with a force no less than before, and a gray shadow passed through the air, forcing him to dodge.

"Hey hey hey?" Astolfo ran twice and fell to the ground helplessly. He couldn't run at all. "Cheating, why didn't you say hello in advance?!"

But with his speed, he couldn't avoid the speed of Atalanta's arrows. He touched his body and thought hard about what treasures he could use now.

When the next arrow was about to pierce Astolfo's spirit core, a black piercing suddenly pulled up from the ground blocked Astolfo and resisted the attack.

At the same time, Spartacus, who was still able to move freely, was pierced by the suddenly rising stake and was nailed to it miserably, with blood gushing out.

"Ah, it's a change of people." Astolfo showed a surprised expression.

He raised his lance and walked out slowly, intending to take this opportunity to escape.

But the sudden arrowhead nailed directly in front of Astolfo's toes, and he quickly retreated to avoid the ensuing attack.

"Why attack me!" Astolfo complained, he didn't want to fight at all.

"Is it the enemy's archer?"

Riding a warhorse covered with iron armor, Vlad III was obviously lower than Spartacus in height, but he looked down at Spartacus.

He used the lance like an arm, knocking down the arrows one after another.

"It seems that we can't carry out the next plan without solving them, Danic."

Vlad III was referring to the plan to capture the berserker mentioned by Danic before.

"My king, please pierce our enemies."

Vlad III nodded slightly: "It is my power to suppress the rebels."

Vlad III pointed his spear forward, and countless stakes shot up from the ground, overturning all the trees in the forest.

"Tsk."

Atalanta jumped flexibly in the woods, dodging Vlad's stakes with light steps. She was not embarrassed, but she didn't dare to fight Vlad III's stakes head-on.

"Hahahaha..." Achilles rushed out without any worries. He was not afraid of siege at all, or this was his purpose.

"I can't just watch you attack the big sister."

With a flash of cold light, the stakes blocking the way ahead were easily cut off by Achilles. He ignored the piercing of the surrounding stakes. Anyway, attacks without divinity were useless to him. As he said, not everyone was qualified to fight him.

Even though he was confident in himself, hiding his real name was also a strategy. Achilles did not drive his iconic chariot, but held the Meteor Spear and approached the black servant at a speed no less than the chariot's dive.

"It's the red rider."

As a master, Danic could of course see the opponent's stats. Achilles' stats were not lower than Vlad III's. He was definitely proud of it and was a well-known hero.

Danic slowly retreated. He was very self-aware. The battle between servants was not something they could get involved in.

At the same time, Rider's master, Celekani, and Caster's master, Roche, were also preparing to evacuate. They thought they could deal with Berserker before the red support arrived. Now that they had failed, they naturally did not dare to be arrogant.

"Bang bang bang——"

The bullets from the dark forced the three masters to stop. Danic

His eyes narrowed: "Is it the master of the red team? We are underestimated."

One against three, so arrogant? Danic felt humiliated, and Serekini bit her red lips, only Roger didn't care.

"I can't let you escape so easily." Lion Jiejie blew the gunpowder on the shotgun and pinched his nose. "I don't have much confidence in one against three, but it's okay to hold you for a while."

After all, being an enemy is troublesome, but now, Achilles is on their side!

As expected, Achilles rushed across the battlefield like a chariot.

It was obviously a big gun technique, but he waved it so tightly that no stake could penetrate the defense circle pointed by his spear.

"Ha! Is that it? Black Lancer, you can't beat me like this!"

The smooth and free action severely hindered the eyes of the black servants.

Vlad III narrowed his light green eyes and waved his strangely shaped spear.

"Then show me a good look - go, King of Punishment (Kazikli Bey)!"

After all, Vlad III's identity was the most conspicuous, and there was no need to hide it. He directly activated the Noble Phantasm, and countless stakes spread towards the red team at a very fast speed, cutting the battlefield into several independent pieces. Even Atalanta on the tree had to retreat a distance and shoot arrows again.

"Tsk, trouble."

Lion Jiejieli could only retreat. He realized that Vlad III's Noble Phantasm might not be a problem for the servants, but the real headache would be for the Master like him who went to the battlefield in person.

Danik and the other two finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they continued to prepare for evacuation.

"Caster."

"Understood."

The black team's caster snapped his fingers, and dozens of rock puppets appeared from the forest, dragging their heavy bodies to surround Lion Jiejieli and others.

"Leave it to you, Saber!"

Shizi Jiejieli called for help.

"Leave it to me."

Having revealed his true name in front of Heifang, King Arthur rushed out with the invisible sword in his hand. The violent hurricane spread out from the sword, and the golden holy sword was looming in it.

"Strike Air (Wind King Hammer)——"

He released his true name without any worries. The wind pressure alone could resist the magic sword of Paracelsus. At this time, the compressed wind raged away, leaving no grass behind. The puppet summoned by Caster was torn to pieces before it could resist for even a second.

"Is Saber here too?" Danic clenched his gem-studded cane. It seemed that the previous master was Saber's master.

"Rider!" Selekaini called Astolfo who wanted to slip away, "Go and deal with the enemy's master!"

Astolfo's face froze when he was called. In this case, he couldn't sneak away at all. Going back and letting the child escape!

"I know, I know."

Astolfo looked depressed and had no motivation.

On the other side, Aoki Makoto met the brown-haired, red-eyed android.