My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 417 He is laughing wildly

Without the protection of Rider and Archer, Berserker also stopped.

Not because of fear or shrinking, but because the space for him to move forward has been crowded by densely packed golems.

If you want to rebel against the dictator, you must clear a path for you to walk on.

After realizing this, the famous gladiator took action together with the golems and artificial people.

"Come, I will destroy the oppressors with my love!"

Spartacus, who was laughing so wildly, chose to jump into the wave of 'dolls'.

He was hit in the shoulder by the battle ax of the cyborg, and hit hard in the face by the fist of the golem. Despite receiving a direct blow from a fist so powerful that it could shatter steel, his smile never faded. Rather, I feel like that smile has become even brighter.

From the beginning, Berserker had no intention of avoiding any attacks. Rather, he even enjoyed attacking.

Take the attack, take it, take it in vain. Being hit hard and hurt, even so, that heart-warming smile never disappears. Soon, the androids and golems became confused about the gladiator's behavior and stopped attacking. At this time, Berserker took action.

"You miserable puppet of a dictator, at least sleep forever under my sword and fist!"

Berserker's arm grabbed the golem's face and easily threw the golem, estimated to be about three meters away, from a distance, crushing the androids who happened to be at the landing location.

"Come on, you too."

As he spoke, he casually slashed the sword horizontally, and with just this, the upper body of the android present was blown away; he punched the struggling demon statue, and the magic-strengthened bronze head was reduced to ashes.

Berserker's tyranny did not stop. He opened his arms widely and charged bravely. He picked up the five golems and leaned his back menacingly. The stone dolls, which weighed more than several tons in total, were destroyed from the top of their heads due to his throwing technique (throwing them over the shoulder).

That look was like a human typhoon. Every swing of the sword or punch can produce a large amount of destroyed debris.

The 'red' Berserker smiles, shakes his sword, and pumps his fists with a smile, which is really no different from a nightmare. Even the artificial humans with only thin emotions were infected by this madness and chose to flee.

After tearing the last golem into pieces, Berserker looked at the destruction and carnage he had woven, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step.

...And this scene all fell into Black's eyes.

The "red" Berserker completely ignored the androids and demons. Although it was an invincible situation, the "black" Servants did not show any anxiety. This was a natural fighting behavior for heroic spirits, so there was no need to make a fuss about it. .

"...Having said that, there are some exceptions to this level of killing."

"——It's terrible. That Berserker killed monsters with arrogant power instead of skill. It didn't require any magic, just like a heroic spirit born only for fighting. Maybe he didn't become mad because he was a Berserker. That way, there is no other class suitable for him except Berserker."

Rider and Archer spoke one after another. Darnic nodded and held the scepter calmly:

"That Berserker was born for fighting, and he is destined to die in battle."

"Archer and I will also be killed like that..."

"Looking at the ridiculous power, it's quite possible. At least you have to avoid a direct hit."

"Understand. I will try hard."

It was a voice that had no fighting spirit and was lost. Regarding this explicit attitude, Archer whispered quietly:

"...I think you are a bit undisciplined. If you die here, you won't be able to save him?"

"I, I know!"

Standing up and patting his cheek, Rider regained his composure. As if to say, "Come here," he picked up his gun. It was a beautifully decorated, golden horse.

"Go, Astolfo, let us see the power of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors!" The master behind him, Serenike, said this. However, instead of being inspired, Astolfo was Sighing and shrugging.

"Oh, I hate it, I really don't want to do anything barbaric... But forget it, there's nothing I can do about it, I'll just show you my power!"

It was a very clear sound - as if echoing it, sounds and vibrations gradually approached from the opposite side of the trees. However, that figure is still hidden deep in the dark night and cannot be accurately captured.

Suddenly, there was silence, the sound stopped, and only the sound of the wind dominated the surroundings. However, Berserker, who could not hide his aura, had clearly announced his presence before appearing.

He's already here. With a certain hunch in mind, Rider tentatively took a step forward.

"——Come, dictator. The time has come when arrogance collapses and the dignity of the strong is kicked away!"

While knocking the big tree away, the 'red' Berserker appeared.

"...Wow."

The moment they met, Rider immediately wanted to leave this place behind.

Giants are not scary. Back then, Astolfo had fought a giant named Cary Grant with dozens of arms as his opponent and dragged him through the streets in high spirits.

Tough men are not scary either. Even if the opponent is a furious monster, he will take it lightly. But if the tough giant is smiling - there's something creepy about it.

Yes, smiling is very scary. You have broken into the enemy's camp but still smile. Either you are quite confident, or you are crazy enough to ignore the benefits and disadvantages.

"——But, I was summoned just to defeat the enemy. Damn it, okay, let me take care of it!"

With his fear and rationality evaporating, Astolfo showed a springy smile and waved the golden horse gun he just held in his hand.

"Hear my voice from far away! Come and meet me from near and far! I am Astolfo, King Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors! Come here to show off the winner in a dignified manner!!"

Rider, who had long wanted to read out the long-awaited opening remarks, spoke out his real name that was supposed to be hidden. Fortunately, 'Red' Berserker does not have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.

...No, the worst has happened.

"The 'Black' Rider, Astolfo? The Twelve Holy Knights under Charlemagne. I didn't expect him to be such a poor and weak heroic spirit."

The moment the black robe appeared, the atmosphere was frozen like never before.

Vlad III clenched his fists, Darnic looked ferocious, Serenekai held his breath, and Chiron and Fiore in the distance frowned at the same time, as if facing a formidable enemy.

That is the nightmare engraved in Black's heart, the enemy they hate and fear the most.

Under Black's hostile gaze, the young man passed by the 'black' Rider like a leisurely stroll. Under Astolfo's nervous gaze, he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the 'red' Berserker.

——That is undoubtedly a dangerous behavior, just like not looking directly at a brown bear or wild boar in the wild.

Apparently Spartacus also noticed the man blocking his path. He leaned down with a charming smile and stared at Shuo Yue as if he was going to fight.

But the young man in black robe took off his hood and didn't mind letting the gladiator see the sneer on his face:

"Rebel, have you made up your mind to point your fist and sword towards the other side?"

Spartacus looked at this tiny man, and after a long time, as if he had seen through his face, he straightened up.

"Rebellion is my life! You are not an oppressor now, get out of the way! Or sing a song of victory and move forward with me!"

Not an oppressor now? What about before? Is there a specific situation where this mysterious assassin is also a member of the oppressors?

Spartacus's words obviously revealed a certain nature of the young man in black robe. Even if the battle was imminent, the master and servants of the black side couldn't help thinking, trying to find out the information about Shuo Yue.

Faced with the invitation of the 'red' Berserker, Shuo Yue did not hesitate, but simply shook her head:

"Although I appreciate rebellion, unfortunately, I have too many ties to 'dictators'."

As if he had thought of something, the young man's eyebrows softened, he smiled and stepped forward, passing by the lonely gladiator.

"However, even if I don't have the position to help you, I will protect you on the battlefield behind you, the 'Red' Berserker."

After a slight pause in his steps, and leaving the last words of 'blessing', the young man in black robe disappeared into the forest.

"Just feel free to rebel against all tyranny."

The dangerous servant has left. Not only Black breathed a sigh of relief, but even Spartacus, who was known for his fearlessness of death, grinned again and directed murderous intent towards Astolfo.

"Rebellion is my life! Oh, oppressor from afar! I will crush you completely with my blade!"