My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 423 Two irrepressible battlefields

Brother Fei, who was far away in the forest, didn't know that he was almost tricked by the Master. After he fought with Shuo Yue and was injured, in order to avoid the red Archer's shot, Siegfried turned the magic sword over, inserted it into the earth and stimulated the magic power, setting off a thick layer of magic. In the dust mist, at the same time, his wounds were recovering rapidly, and his momentum was rising steadily, returning to his peak state.

This was not due to the Master's magical support - although Shuo Yue's attack hit Siegfried's chest, it actually hit his back with 'penetration', which was how he was able to break Fei Ge's immortality and cause him great damage. An injury of this magnitude cannot be cured by ordinary magic.

The reason why Siegfried was able to return to his peak in a very short period of time was due to his inherent skill, the same famous magical skill as 'Magic Release', 'Regrouping'.

Regroup: A

The ability to leave the battlefield during combat or reset the situation can return the conditions of skills to their initial values ​​and forcibly remove several negative states.

There is no doubt that this level of causality is the most difficult skill, so the arrows shot by Atalanta were deflected, and the magic bullets shot by Shuoyue with his fist gun also left no trace. Only Siegfried's aura became more and more intense. Powerful, like an awakening dragon.

When the dust and fog dissipated, what was revealed in front of the assassin was the unharmed hero, Red Saber Siegfried!

"What a cheating ability..." Atalanta bit her silver teeth, her ears and tail twitching anxiously.

Now Siegfried seems to have recovered, but the assassin responsible for the front has broken his arm...broken arm...broken...

Suddenly, Ta Miao's eyes widened and she looked at Shuo Yue in disbelief.

At some point, his left arm, which was severed by the sword blade, had completely returned to normal!

"Huh?" Shuo Yue moved his newly grown arms and looked at Ta Miao in confusion, "What's wrong? As an assassin, it's reasonable to have some life-saving skills, right?"

Reasonable? No, this is not river at all!

Even Atalanta, who had no love for her, couldn't help but complain about how outrageous Sakutsu was.

No, Black Saber is a top-level servant, so it’s understandable that he has such magical skills, but you are Assassin! Assassin is a professional who specializes in covert operations and assassination skills. It is difficult for Assassin to compete with other Servants in a head-on battle!

Even if the killing power exceeds that of the swordsman, the recovery speed is faster than him!

"I don't think you're going to let me help!" Ta Miao choked Shuo Yue angrily, and jumped to another hidden place, leaving only his voice.

"Continue to contain!"

"As you command, dear Miss Archer~~" Shuo Yue drawled, turning her head to look at the vigilant Siegfried. Finally, she was no longer bare-handed, but holding the red and black guns.

Swinging the gun, shooting, the fire from the muzzle lit up Shuo Yue's war-loving eyes.

"My identity as an assassin has been questioned. In that case, please help me again, Black's Saber!"

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"The Assassin on our side is also a monster..." In another part of the forest, warriors with the same emerald green as the main color galloped, taking a panoramic view of the battlefield where swordsmen, assassins and archers were, and sighed like this .

As for why I say ‘yeah’, it’s naturally because what he encountered was also the Black Assassin who was out of the ordinary.

"Don't run away, fight me openly, Rider!"

"As an assassin (Assassin), he actually said that he must be 'honest'..." With this muttering, the man known as 'the fastest among all heroes of all times' did not stop, even if his back was turned to the enemy, he still He quickly turned his head and avoided a whirlwind, only a light stain of blood was wiped out on his cheek.

Under the attack of additional divinity, Achilles' proud treasure "The Brave's Immortal Flower" lost its effect. Even as proud as he is, he must brace himself to deal with Assassin's relentless attack. .

"After all, weapons that can't be seen clearly are too cheating!"

With such a loud protest, Achilles's spear was not messed up at all. Since he could not judge the distance of the enemy's weapon, he simply held the middle part of the long spear. The short spear could not splash water in his hand, even if Artoria released the wind one after another. The king's barrier could not be broken through for a while.

But with the interference of the wind blade, Artoria was getting closer and closer to the enemy.

"What's wrong, Rider, running away like this is unworthy of the name of a cavalry. If you don't attack me, I will."

"Despicable villain, what's the point of hiding your weapons!"

Achilles retorted, and at this moment, Artoria's eyes flashed under the black robe. The wind king's barrier was released again, the strong wind pushed forward, the magic power was released, and the invisible holy spear came down from top to bottom, carrying Peiran. With great force, he pecked towards Achilles!

"boom!"

With a loud sound, Achilles blocked the attack, but Artoria took advantage of the panel to advance quickly, exerted her strength with her arms, dragged the holy spear with a scream, and pulled out a string of arrows on the enemy's gun. In the line of fire, the invisible gun tip approached his cheek!

The warrior's intuition sounded a warning, and Achilles turned into green light and escaped, but Artoria refused to give in and set off a violent wind. The holy spear pierced sixteen times in succession, making the move fatal!

"Ugh!" He couldn't see the enemy's gun blade clearly. Even though Achilles tried hard to dodge, he still suffered a big loss. His shoulders, arms, and cheeks were all plowed with blood marks. What's more serious is that his fingers were hit by the gun. The wind hit was already dripping with blood!

For a warrior who wields a weapon in combat, this is undoubtedly a fatal injury.

But Artoria's offensive did not end. She leaned forward and charged forward step by step in a desperate posture. The abundant energy brought by the release of magic power allowed the king to wield the holy spear vigorously, hitting Achilles again and again. The weak part of the gun body caused his arm to feel numb and the injury worsened.

Distance, distance, distance!

Achilles has never encountered such a difficult enemy. Even if their spear skills are equally matched, the enemy's spear that obscures his body makes it completely impossible for him to control the distance. If he continues to struggle like this, he will have no chance of winning. possible.

Although he appears as a Rider, he possesses as many as five Noble Phantasms, but in terms of inherent skills, he has no particularly surprising abilities.

If you look at it from another perspective, Rider without a mount has actually fought King Arthur in his peak form, which is enough to prove the bravery of Achilles, one of the few great heroes in Greek mythology.

"One last question." Artoria whipped out the gun, but Achilles blocked it again based on his intuition. He ignored the gradually losing consciousness in his palms and stared at the powerful enemy in front of him, "Your Noble Phantasm, is that a gun? ?”

"Sa, who knows? It could be an axe, it could be a longbow, no, it could also be a longsword, Rider."

"Hmph, you're talking nonsense, you assassin."

At the critical moment, Achilles still showed his fearless smile in front of the enemy.

"Hmph, hahahaha... isn't this great, Black's Assassin!"

Achilles's body trembled, not with shame, but with joy.

It was great to have someone who could hurt him in this Holy Grail War - he thought from the bottom of his heart.

Resisting the severe pain in his arm, the Greek hero twisted around and propped up his short spear, withstood the enemy's new round of blows, and spoke passionate words:

"It is my fate to fight you who can kill me! Gods of Olympus, grant this battle glory and fame!"

A long whistle sounded, and dazzling lightning poured down, gathering into the form of three horses. They pulled the noble and mighty chariots and galloped to the red Rider, while the green-haired warrior jumped up and stood on top of his carriage.

"Come on, the battle is not over yet, right here, let us fight to the fullest!"

"Really, are you finally willing to fight me with all your strength, Red Rider!"

Facing Achilles's challenge, Arturia's fighting spirit aroused. She stared at the stream of light galloping in the sky, and couldn't help but recall the big man who also drove a chariot and laughed heartily.

The Conqueror King, Iskandar, was unable to fight to the death with him in the war that year, and Artoria had always expressed deep regret.

"So, can you rival him or even surpass him!"

The black robe was blown into the strong wind, and the golden hair was fluttering. The victorious king who had gone through countless battles and remained undefeated looked at the cavalry, his holy green eyes full of joy.

"Come on, Red Rider!"