My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"Teacher, how should I use the command spell you mentioned?"

"Summon, strengthen, protect, escape... these three command spells are your small wishing machine. Of course, paired with a Pokémon trainer, ahem... paired with the master's rejuvenation roar and showing the backbone, the effect will be better oh."

"Oh, I understand, thank you teacher!"

The memory of Sieg asking him for knowledge at that time was still clear, and at this moment, Shuo Yue looked at the paladin who jumped out of the locking range of the electromagnetic gun like a stream of light, and the paladin who attacked him with a golden horse gun, and the paladin who stepped on him regardless of life and death. Entering the forest, the android girl raised her arms high on the distant slope and shouted the name of the Servant, with a mixture of helplessness and relief deep in her eyes.

"In this Holy Grail War, is a father-son game or a master-disciple game popular?"

With all his strength restored, he had at least three ways to avoid Astolfo's attack, but the young man just opened his arms and was stabbed in the shoulder by the war spear calmly. With Astolfo shouting with desperate consciousness, Shuo Yue It was dragged forward, passing through countless branches of trees, breaking through the shadows and stray lightning, and rushed out of the forest in a straight line.

With a loud roar, the war gun was nailed deeply into the mountain wall. In the dust and smoke, blood flowed along the 'touch and fall', soaking the back of Astolfo's hand all the way. However, when the injured assassin raised his head At this time, his eyes were still bright, exuding a dangerous rainbow-blue luster.

"Old...teacher!"

Zig ran over panting, with a guilty look on his face. Shuo Yue glanced at the back of her hand and raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Well done," he said.

The young man just smiled, his figure faded and disappeared into the night, the battlefield, the corpses and the sound of the wind.

He could completely dodge Astolfo's attacks, and even if he couldn't kill him and Vlad III, he could still make them suffer.

But so what? The efficacy of the electric beads has been tested, and the desire to fight has been satisfied, so why be reluctant to let go?

not to mention--

"The shadow of destruction is approaching."

Running quickly under the cover of night, except for the penetrating wound on the shoulder that was gradually healing, Shuo Yue's feet were not affected by the law of cause and effect of 'falling at the touch of a touch' and remained strong and healthy.

Sakutsu, who has the 'Double Existence' skill, even if the servant's body is broken up, still has the entity of the master and will not be affected by Astolfo's battle spear.

As for why he let Black go so readily, it was naturally not only for the sake of his good disciple, but also because the plan had advanced to the next stage.

Likewise, this was also done without telling Reika and Artoria.

"It's your turn to take action next, little Jack." Shuo Yue murmured in a low voice, and the girl on his left arm responded quietly.

"Well, I got it, mom. This is a secret between us. I won't tell mom Tolia and mom Lingxia."

"So good, but I still hope you can call me daddy..."

"Hey, mom is mom~~"

The golden electric beads on his chest flickered, and the assassin just left the battlefield.

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When Sieg found the Paladin she cared about and fought with him on the sidelines, where was Joan of Arc who set off with her now?

"What……!?"

Even the Ruler, who gained all the knowledge of the servants when he was summoned, was speechless when he saw that appearance.

"Huh? You over there, are you Black's servant... I guess not. Hmm, are you Ruler?"

There is a soothing sound like the cool breeze, and the light movement is also reminiscent of leaves swaying in the wind.

Turning her body in the air, a green girl landed next to Jeanne. What she held in her hand was a large bow that didn't match her figure at all.

"Is it the Red Archer?"

Joan of Arc immediately became wary of her. Since he had been attacked by the red side before, this was a matter of course.

But Red Archer, Atalanta, who escaped from Sakusuki's battlefield and resumed operations under Amakusa's command, looked at the blonde girl in surprise and said:

"Why, you are the judge, right? Can't you even tell the objects you should be wary of now?"

"...No, of course I understand."

Feeling that there was no murderous intention in Ta Miao's words, Jeanne relaxed her vigilance slightly, raised her head, and looked up at the giant figure as tall as a mountain.

That's right, she is not the one who should be wary of most now.

"The second berserker for Black, Spartacus..."

Because he was captured by Black, he was forcibly exchanged for the Master's Servant. In other words, even though he is a Red Berserker, he is now an enemy of Red.

There is no problem with this alone. In the Holy Grail War, it is not impossible for one's own servants to become enemies.

but--

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

Is this really possible? Joan of Arc thought it was a hill at first. Then, the thought "could it be stacked corpses" came to mind. Finally, she had to reject these thoughts and come to a conclusion.

"Spartacus...?"

"Well, I really didn't expect it to be this bad. The more I attacked him, the stronger it became, and I completely forgot about the human form. As expected of a berserker, I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

As if feeling helpless, Ta Miao, the person involved, sighed.

After realizing that the battle at New Moon was not suitable for her, Atalanta took on the task of containing the crazy Berserker-Spartacus under the instructions of Amakusa, and then guided him all the way to Joan of Arc.

It was a monster-like Servant. If it was just huge, it would be impossible for Jeanne to become speechless.

The reason why she was so shocked that she was speechless was because of Spartacus' current state. He has a total of eight arms, three of which have no joint bones. It looks like an octopus, but once it is swung, it will smash the enemy to pieces like a whip.

The legs were as thick as an old tree trunk, and had countless feet like insects. I'm afraid it's because he can't support his huge body with just two legs, so he uses this method to share his weight.

The head is almost completely sunk into the neck, while the shoulder openings protrude outwards with objects resembling the upper and lower jaws of dinosaurs.

Crying Warmonger.

Rather than saying that it is a treasure phantom, it is more appropriate to say it is a spell tool, Jeanne thought to herself.

He is still alive, he is still acting, and more importantly... he is still seeking battlefields and victory everywhere.

Convert part of the damage received into magic power, and continuously accumulate it to improve your own abilities, which may also include healing abilities. When you receive damage, it is converted into magic power to improve your own abilities and heal yourself at the same time. There is absolutely no room for the Master to intervene.

The problem was that the cycle was running too fast. Due to the out-of-control healing, his body was out of normal range. Obviously this was the case, but his physical abilities continued to improve as the number of injuries increased, and as a result, his body gradually turned into an alien appearance.

To measure the strength of human beings, the simplest standards are height and weight. Because even the existences called heroic spirits, most of them basically have human appearance.

However, this rebellious gladiator completely abandoned that understanding. Eight arms are stronger than two arms; if the weight has increased to the point where the legs cannot support it, just add a few more legs.

【】

The more you get hurt and suffer more, the closer you will be to victory - for a berserker with such faith, a situation of this level is probably just a piece of cake.

“Is it there!!”

The five eyeballs located on his shoulders, neck and abdomen all stared at Atalanta and Joan of Arc at the same time. Sensing the crisis, the two separated to the left and right as if they were electrocuted. Spartacus didn't care at all and turned to A full blow was released from the front.

The ground that was blown away and shattered hit the two girls like grenades.

"Goo!"

"Woo..."

Stones and rocks scratched their skin, and even part of Jeanne's armor was damaged. If it were not accompanied by a magical attack, the servant would never be injured. However, the fist thrown by Spartacus was filled with overflowing magic power, and even the stones and rocks shattered by it were contaminated.

This is the same as when a follower throws a dagger. Of course, the phenomenon of magic spreading to rocks broken with a sword was an experience that Jeanne had never experienced before.

"Well, it seems that you are involved this time. Sorry, Ruler."

In response to Ta Miao's apology, Jeanne shook her head slowly.

"No, we often encounter such trivial matters... However, from a standpoint, I cannot be hostile to him. After all, the current scope of involvement is only this battlefield."

"Hmm, actually, I have no objection to this, but -"

The emerald-green girl looked at Ruler with a bitter expression. Feeling the sudden chill that passed through her body, Jeanne couldn't help but tighten her expression.

"Because of the order from the Master, it's almost time for me to retreat."

"Well, could it be——"

After sighing, Ta Miao patted the Holy Lady on the shoulder as if to comfort her.

"I'm really sorry. I'll leave it to you next."

"wait--"

Archer Atalanta on the red side is one of the heroes known for her agility in Greek mythology. She can run at a speed that even Joan of Arc cannot match.

"ah!"

Looking at the girl's leaving figure, Jeanne retracted her subconsciously extended hand, wanting to cry but without tears.

You Ta Miao, stop for me!

The shaking of the earth forced Jeanne to look away. She raised her head and glanced upwards in aggrieved manner. In front of her eyes was an alien hero... no, a head. What's even worse is that he has already locked his sights on Jeanne.

Yes, Spartacus was a fighter who rebelled against all those in power, even those who were the arbiters.

At this point, Sadake once again recalled the fear of being dominated by a giant (bushi).

"... calculated."

Atalanta was not hostile. However, the Master seems to have a different opinion.

"The person" he must meet has arrived at the Sky Fortress. How should I catch up with him... If only I had wings that could fly into the sky.

However, staying here means having to fight the monster in front of you. Should privileges be activated?

no. He will not stop unless he is ordered to die, but as a judge, she must not dictate the life or death of an innocent servant at will. So should we retreat? That was hardly the right choice. She had a hunch that once she left this battlefield, something would inevitably happen.

In this case, there is only one option left.

"Delaying time...?"

Now that she has lost the option of retreat and attack, the only action Joan of Arc can take now is to defend. As long as he persists in defending, I'm afraid the black or red followers will come over and repel him.

That is completely a wishful conjecture, and the worst case scenario is that neither black nor red come to help them, but just wait and watch the show.

It feels as if everyone has become an enemy. Faced with this situation that would probably send chills down the spine of ordinary people, Joan of Arc missed it very much.

Ridicule, hatred, fooling - despite enduring it all alone, his faith has not wavered in the slightest. For her, who doesn't even have a Master who fights alongside her, loneliness is a normal thing.

"...No, it can't be considered lonely."

Although there is no evidence, Joan of Arc inexplicably believes that as long as she calls out that person's name, the young man will definitely come from thousands of miles away and reach out to her - wanting her to continue fighting, with this A little is enough.

The red Berserker roared and was coming—Joan of Arc raised the holy flag and prepared to fight.

The moment before the heavy punch landed, the girl's holy flag blocked it. Two huge whip arms followed closely behind, but they were still blocked and pushed aside, but there was another arm hidden behind!

"Woo——!!"

After being hit directly, his body was instantly knocked away, and he rolled on the ground several times. Fortunately, the Dragon Tooth Soldier who was ordered to kill her became a cushion to soften the blow for her. As a price for resisting the impact, three dragon tooth soldiers were smashed into pieces in succession. If he didn't have those cushions, he would probably be knocked to the edge of the battlefield. It was a move that could only be accomplished with incredible strength and accumulated magic power.

No, the one just now...can it really be considered a trick?

Joan of Arc stood up again and wiped the blood from her lips. Even though she had experienced hundreds of battles, such an alien monster had never appeared in the Hundred Years' War between England and France. If she had been hit by the blow just now without any defense, I am afraid that I am not far from death.

As if seeing through her hesitation, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What!?"

Those seven-colored light pillars, which would even look beautiful if they were not on the battlefield, were not targeting her——

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!?"

It was a howl that was a mixture of distress and joy. Due to the injury, the monster immediately began to treat the cut flesh. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus has probably reached his limit.

...No, in fact, he has already exceeded the limit. He keeps enduring, enduring, enduring all the suffering and pain, and then all he has to do is release it.

In an instant, Jeanne d'Arc understood the red side's intention of shooting the beam of light from the sky and Spartacus's own goal.

He let out a deafening roar, and his target was the oppressor and his subordinates, which means——

"Are you going to destroy everything on this battlefield!!!"

There will be another update in ten minutes.

I wrote about 10,000 words on the train, which is worthy of me (proud)!