Intruders of the Moon World

"Aihahahaha, are you—are you an oppressor?"

The tall and burly blue-gray stone statue... no, it is a strong human being like a stone statue, the rebel of the Roman era-Spartacus stared at Atalanta with a smile on his face.

"...So, is that the original plan?"

Atalanta relied on her agility and strength to deal with the overwhelmingly powerful Spartacus.

"Separate us so that we can take advantage of the numbers?!"

In terms of the "quality" of the top followers, there is no decisive difference between the red and black sides, but the black side has an obvious gap in the number of followers.

If the combat power gathers together for a decisive battle, then it will be a shopping mall of comprehensive strength, and the outcome is unpredictable.

But the black Lancer separated the red side's servants, assigned the opponents separately and delayed them. In this way, the black side naturally had extra combat power to concentrate on attacking one point!

That is to create the so-called "local advantage"...

There must have been a servant waiting for him at Karna, and Achilles seemed to have been lured away when the battle started.

Next will be Lancer Vlad III's guerrilla warfare. No matter which battlefield he goes to, he will decide the outcome in an instant!

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The red Lancer, who was being chased by the piles, was galloping on the ground. His whole body was covered with a layer of faint flames, turning him into a fireball in the atmosphere, always one step ahead of the piles.

His inherent skill [Magic Power Release · Flame] is derived from his own nature - Son of the Sun.

Just like the sun will shine in all directions, his existence itself represents a raging flame. As long as the magic power is enough, any weapon he holds can be attached with the fire of the sun that burns everything.

Even, if you don't count the consumption of magic power, you can even cover your whole body with flames, and fly in the air in the way of spraying flames, surpassing the speed of sound is also very simple!

But the premise of all this is "sufficient magic power". In fact, even a first-class magician cannot afford Karna's full magic release for more than ten seconds.

Red Lancer, although he is powerful, but if he is a little "serious", he will turn the master into a useless person!

Going all out, he is strong, and even has the ability to rival Vlad III at home.

But he often "restrains" himself, subconsciously restricts his own performance, and tries not to cause too much pressure on his master.

So even though he was able to get rid of the piles easily, he was still being chased all the way at this half-baked speed.

Just when he was about to leave the coverage area of ​​[King of Capital Punishment], he felt a familiar aura and the powerful oppressive force that came with it!

Then, on the only open space at the edge of the infinite forest made of wooden stakes, a tall young man with silver mane and long hair was waiting for him.

It seems that he has been waiting for a long time, and it seems that he has just arrived. From his calm expression, nothing can be seen. He is a taciturn man as always.

Even though Lancer was hit by thousands of wooden stakes, he didn't show any difference, but when he saw the young man, there was a slight emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"You are......"

The young man with the holy sword on his back looked forward seriously, and pulled out the big sword behind him. The calm and silent air was broken immediately, and the surging magic power pulsated on him!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The magic sword at dusk and the god-killing spear collided with each other. The two servants also used magic power to release, and they refused to give in to each other in terms of strength. The three consecutive collisions caused countless fine cracks to appear on the ground.

The scorching flames shot in all directions like cannonballs, and the waves of flames swept away the surrounding wooden piles, and Karna descended in the fire.

"So that's the case, is this your battle plan, wise judgment."

The red Lancer raised the mighty power in his hand and pointed it at the black Saber: "My name is Karna, and I am the son of Surya."

Saber was silent for a while, he was waiting for someone's permission.

[Okay, forget it, do whatever you want, I don't care! 】

Words like the Master giving up on himself came from his mind, but it can be regarded as a kind of permission for the time being.

"Siegfried, traveling knight of the Netherlands."

In fact, Lancer the Scarlet had already learned Saber's real name from a certain priest, and naturally knew about his weaknesses, but he still thought that the other party had to report his name in person, otherwise this would be a dishonorable battle.

The situation with Saber is similar.

Last time, even a fierce battle that lasted all night failed to tell the winner. The two sides didn't even have time to communicate. They could only tell their past with the weapons in their hands and their skills.

At this moment, the two exchanged their real names without restraint, and they both had a desire "I want to defeat this enemy" in their hearts—this is an extremely rare thing for two people who have no desire.

For Siegfried, there is no thrilling battle after gaining immortality, except that he didn't have this invulnerable body at the beginning - when he faced Fafnir with his flesh and blood, his fighting spirit was the most high now!

And Karna also has the same feeling, in his opinion, the black Saber is a powerful opponent worthy of fighting with all his strength.

Even when he was fighting Arjuna during his lifetime, there were more factors of "fate" and "karma". In terms of pure fighting, the encounter with Siegfried was exactly what he was looking forward to.

"It seems that now I can fight with you without any hindrance."

Saber didn't speak, but raised the great sword in her hand in response.

He is a man who is not good at words, and he has no habit of talking too much in battle, he just devotes himself to his mission.

The murderous aura released by the two made the surrounding land tremble, and the atmosphere became heavy and viscous as if being squeezed by invisible big hands...

The sound of the battle between the androids and the dragon tooth soldiers in the distance, the wooden stakes outside the field of vision, the sound of the wind blowing by the side...everything gradually faded away in the perception, leaving only the figure of the hostile brave in the eyes.

Concentrate, hold your weapon tight, and—

Completely unaware of how it started, the body moved faster than consciousness.

For the two of them, when they came back to their senses, fiery steel sparks erupted!

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In the air garden of vanity, between the thrones, the priest in black is observing various battlefields through the images of assassins.

"Well, I'm stuck in a quagmire."

He smiled a little troubled.

"Every follower is pinned down. Although it was expected long ago, this situation is not good... Black's Lancer will break this delicate balance."

"What shall we do, my lord?"

The queen's enchanting figure was half lying on the luxurious throne, and she asked teasingly.

"In this case, people can only stop him."

If this continues, the battle situation will collapse because of Vlad III's free attack, Kotomine Shiro naturally does not want to see this scene - at least not before the sky garden reaches the designated position.

He didn't order the empress, but turned to look at the powerless caster.

"Mr. Wenhao, may I ask you?"

"Oh, oh, what do you expect this powerless body to do? On the battlefield where heroes fight each other, I can do some paperwork related to records at most."

The eyes of the magician whose real name is Shakespeare wandered.

"Do you want me to stop that vicious vampire? That's like asking a lady to pick up a hammer and a soldier to twist an embroidery needle.

It's a pity that I—"

"Yi Ling...ahem," Shiro calmed down and said with a smile, "There is no need to fight with it."

"The courtyard is almost at its final position, as long as you can delay his pace a little bit, if something happens, you can give up the mission and escape at any time - you are very good at this, right?"

Caster rolled his eyes, stroked his beard and pondered.

Although he has no combat ability, he has the inherent skill of [self-preservation]. As long as the master is fine, he can leave the battlefield anytime and anywhere to ensure his own safety.

If it's just stalling, his ability is really suitable.

"Okay, I agree, but I have one condition!"

Caster raised his index finger, like a granny in the vegetable market.

"I request-"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in place.

"Huh?" Shiro was startled, and looked at Semiramis suspiciously.

The only person who can instantly "transfer" magic in this courtyard is this empress.

"It's nothing." Under Shiro's gaze, the empress said with disgust, "I just hate that guy."

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Lancer Vlad III was walking on the battlefield, casually summoning pieces of wooden stakes to destroy Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

He immediately planned to go to Archer (Ye Qing)'s battlefield.

Whether it's Siegfried or Spartacus, they are both heroes known for their endurance and tenacity. I believe that even if they can't defeat their opponents, they can delay it. Only Ye Qing can't let him rest assured.

Although Ye Qing also showed a strength comparable to the top heroes, but after all, he is an archer, and there is a disadvantage in terms of employment with Achilles.

And Lancer subconsciously thought that Archer's stamina was not as good as Chi Rider's, so he had to rush there before Ye Qing fell into fatigue.

Even if there is no divinity that can't hurt the rider, it's the same to let Ye Qing do it after restricting his actions, the result of victory is predictable.

"Hmm, follower?"

Lancer stopped to look at the green-robed middle-aged man in front of him.

"As a follower, you don't have any courage to speak of. It's okay to be weak. But since you dare to stand in front of Yu, let me praise your courage."

As he spoke, Lancer casually summoned more than a dozen wooden stakes, intending to deal with the guy in front of him.

"Ah, this is, this is the legendary king of tyranny, the son of the dragon with the nickname [Pierceer]—His Royal Highness Vlad III."

Shakespeare bowed like a stage actor at a curtain call.

"It's the first time we've met, I've admired your name for a long time, King of Romania!"

Seen by caster's playful eyes, Lancer suddenly clenched his fists, and a chill came from his whole body from top to bottom!

This guy... is dangerous!

Although there were no fluctuations in power, he still mobilized the Kuroshio-like treasure, ready to crush the servant in front of him into slag!

"It's really a warm reception ceremony. It's a pity that I don't have the good fortune to enjoy it."