Star God Ruler of the Moon

After shooting the first arrow, Atalanta immediately took out the second arrow and shot it in the same way. The magic circles that unfolded almost simultaneously on the front and rear feet seemed to be superimposed, and the rain of arrows of light poured down. .

"Let's go and see the actual effect. It's the first time to use it like this. I don't know if it can break through the opponent's defensive spell."

Atalanta turned over and jumped off the branch, and disappeared in the dark forest after a few jumps, groping towards the destination silently like a ghost wandering in the wilderness.

Siegfried glanced at the falling rain of arrows and didn't pay attention. Wearing the dragon's blood armor, he could ignore magic and physical attacks below B+, but Atalanta's Noble Phantasm was just in this category. Inside.

At this time, the Lich King, who was not releasing magic, was not afraid of being disturbed by 1, so he also ignored the terrifying arrow rain in the sky, and at the same time, he did not know when he had put on a coat called 'Expulsion Coat' A pitch-black tattered cloak.

Bathed in the rain of light, the dragon-slaying brave and the undead monarch raised their great swords at the same time, and slashed at each other without performing any ritual acts of self-declaration.

The Lich King burst out with bone-piercing frost attribute magic power, and the magic power wrapped around Frostmourne, lighting up the mysterious runes carved on the magic sword.

A terrifying suction force suddenly appeared on Frostmourne, and the souls of all the dead androids in the battlefield were pulled here, making the magic power fluctuation of this magic sword more and more intense. tyrannical.

The blue eyes of the Lich King became brighter at some point, as if two blue and white soul fires were burning, and he said to himself in a slightly heavy voice:

"Frostmourne, I'm hungry..."

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Chapter 170: Praise for the Feast of Heroes

Led by Semiramis, Kotomine Shiro and the remaining two servants from the red side came to the newly built castle behind the church.

This garden-style building made of relic buildings may seem plain, but it is actually a fortress that exists for war.

"Sa, let the master bear witness to it, this is a miracle that belongs to me alone!"

Semiramis was sitting on the throne in the castle, with long jet black hair hanging down his back, his golden eyes carried the arrogance and arrogance of a queen ruling the world, and he raised his hand to mobilize his magic power.

"This 'sky garden of vanity' will definitely win the Holy Grail for us and bring us victory!!"

When Feng Shiro heard the words, he shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the queen sitting on the throne looking down on the world, he couldn't help but think of her excuse for the troublesomeness of her treasure at the beginning of the summoning.

"If it is to obtain the Holy Grail, then please challenge with the awareness of bankruptcy first, my lord."

And all this is because Semiramis did not build the Hanging Garden during her lifetime, and she was able to use it as a treasure because of the incorporation of later legends.

Therefore, if Semiramis wants to activate the Noble Phantasm "Vanity's Sky Garden", he must first use real objects to perform three days and three nights of magical rituals to create.

The materials that can be used to construct the sky garden are naturally impossible to be ordinary. Coupled with the huge size of this fortress, the amount required is almost enough to buy a small country.

This is why Kotomine Shiro clutches his aching liver, because the material costs for building the sky garden are all saved by him working hard in the Middle East for 60 years.

As Semiramis released the true name of the Noble Phantasm, the castle and even the garden began to tremble violently, kicking up a cloud of mud and smoke, which startled the birds and beasts in the forest.

The castle with a rather classical art style was slowly lifted into the air as if lifted by an invisible giant, and turned into a mobile war fortress floating in the sky at a height of a thousand meters.

This is the hole card that Kotomine Shiro has been pressing in his hand, and it is also the tool he will use when he wants to win the Great Holy Grail.

Even Hercules, who is a demigod, couldn't help but feel surprised by the ascension of the sky garden, but he is a well-informed hero after all, so he is still very calm.

"Ah, what a spectacle this is! How great it is!!"

Shakespeare, who had witnessed such a miracle, was so excited that he improvised and sang loudly in the hall.

"Ah, like hell, like you in the dark night!"

"I think it is so beautiful, I even feel that you are blooming, Empress of Assyria!!"

Kotomine Shiro was interrupted by Shakespeare's loud voice, while Semiramis frowned and looked at the playwright who was performing under the throne.

"Caster, now is the time for the Holy Grail War, don't I need to remind you again?"

"Of course, because the magnificent opening has already begun without my knowledge, what a pity!"

Shakespeare recognized Semiramis' tone of hostility, and immediately put his right hand on his chest and bowed with a standard aristocratic etiquette, returning to seriousness.

"Heroes fight each other for hegemony and kill each other with extreme savagery. We will do our best to watch and record all of this..."

"Huh? Don't you fight?"

Semiramis couldn't help being taken aback, staring at Shakespeare more and more unkindly, and asked while suppressing the idea of ​​killing him with poison.

"Actually, my generation finds it extremely difficult to fight and magic. The gods have always given us humans some more or less shortcomings."

"I don't know how to write my own story!"

While rubbing his hands, Shakespeare forced himself to justify his behavior of not working overtime and watching from the sidelines.

"Because I only have the ability to weave other people's stories, and I have nothing else to write, and I want to witness the end of the Holy Grail War with my own eyes."

"Whether it is happiness or misfortune, or the truth of despair! Until the end, watching your stories is the mission I have been given!!"

Semiramis waved her hands helplessly to signal Shakespeare to back down. She really didn't know how to communicate with this abnormal-minded guy.

On the other hand, Mine Shiro stood beside the throne, looked at the night sky ahead from the open gate of the palace, and said to himself:

"At this speed, it is estimated that we will soon arrive at the location of the Thousand Boundary Tree Castle."

At the same time, on the wilderness outside Thousand Boundary Tree Castle.

"It's time to start the feast of death. I don't know who will be lucky enough to be the first ray of soul under my sword."

The Lich King, who had unsealed Frostmourne, swung the great sword in his hand and ran towards Siegfried. The dark blue frost spread out from the center of him, turning the surroundings into eternal frozen soil.

Even the God's Light Arrow falling from the sky can only disappear under the frost that contains death, and the dragon slaying hero who faced the sword directly realized the weight of death.

Siegfried raised his sword to block the Lich King's slash, stepped aside slightly, and swung his long sword at the Lich King's waist.

The Lich King completely ignored Siegfried's movements, and the Frostmourne in his hand drew a short and short trajectory, aiming at the opponent's side neck and slashing down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Siegfried immediately stopped his attack, and dangerously swung his head to avoid the fate of being beheaded by the sharp sword of the Lich King, but his face was still cut by Frostmourne.

"Can't even the blood armor of the evil dragon be effectively defended? This sword light is an A-level treasure by itself!!"

Siegfried retreated a few steps in a row to widen the distance between the two sides, raised his hand to wipe his wound, but found that his powerful self-healing ability didn't work.

"Wounds that won't heal? Is it a curse?"

The Lich King held the sword with one hand and pointed at Siegfried who retreated. The blood stain on the blade of Frostmourne disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been absorbed and swallowed.

It may be that the taste of dragon's blood is good, and the hollow eye sockets of the grinning skull on the hilt of Frostmourne shone with a faint blue brilliance.

There seemed to be some ominous blood-red color in the faint light, and the creepy low-pitched laughter echoed vaguely in the air, like the whispers of ghosts.

"That sword..."

Siegfried frowned and stared at the murderous Lich King. As a swordsman, although he was not a sharp-eyed connoisseur, he could see how tricky the opponent's weapon was.

The curse and resentment lingering on that sword are not much worse than the 'cursed holy sword' Balmonk held in his hand, and even more terrifying.

Although the holy sword Balmonk is a peerless sword pursued by heroes, those who get it will usher in an extremely heroic and tragic ending after becoming a world-renowned hero.

Siegfried is like this, but he has no regrets in his heart.

After all, it was with the holy sword Balmonk that he was able to slay the evil dragon Favna, and while protecting the safety of the people, he became an immortal hero by bathing in the blood of the dragon.

But the sword he was facing now called 'Frostmourne' was a veritable magic sword.

Frost and death, eternal loneliness and endless madness, soul devouring, blood devouring, master devouring...

No matter how you look at it, it is a peerless and fierce soldier, but what kind of existence should a person who holds such a magic sword be?

Siegfried felt that his body had become a little heavy, and it seemed that even his abilities as a follower had been suppressed a little.

"I really can't help but feel admiration, even such a fierce guy can be tamed."

While talking, Siegfried further liberated his suppressed power, twisted dragon horns and ferocious dragon wings appeared on his head and back respectively.

His eyes turned into golden dragon pupils, and a black dragon scale with full metallic texture appeared on his face, sweeping half of the battlefield like a substantive mighty dragon.

A large number of artificial humans were stiff and unable to move under the dragon's power. Even the soldiers who had turned into undead were greatly affected by the flickering of their souls, and the familiars who came to peek at the battlefield from all sides were instantly emptied.

"Has Saber finally released her true power? Sure enough, Yu saw the right person."

Vlad III raised his hand tool to display a wooden stake to block the gunshot from Karna, and glanced at the direction from Longwei with ease.

Seeing that his attack could not pierce the stake, Karna retreated quickly, but was still pierced through his hands, feet, chest and abdomen by the piercing stake, and was able to break free again after the sun's fire erupted.

Mordred, who was driving on the battlefield, felt the presence of Longwei from a distance, her heart beat suddenly, and the blood all over her body couldn't help but burn and boil.

"This feeling is a dragon!!"

The legendary King Arthur is the son of the red dragon, so Mordred naturally also bears the blood of the dragon and is a descendant of the red dragon.

Long Wei's sudden appearance made Mordred feel like he was being provoked.

There was a grin on her face eager to fight, and she immediately stepped on the brakes, turned the car and gave Siegfried a kick of gas.

The girl who was already full of fighting spirit squinted at the lion Jie Jieli, who was about to lose half of her life, and shouted with a wild laugh:

"Hey, Master! My first opponent is decided to be that guy, maybe this is instinct!!!"

Lion Jie Jie, who was pale and felt that he was about to ascend to heaven, waved his hand unrequitedly, signaling Mordred to do whatever she wanted.

Because now he just wants to get off the car after arriving at the destination quickly, and swears in his heart that he will never take a car driven by Mordred again even if he dies.

Among all the followers, Atalanta was the one who was most affected by the dragon's power. Just approaching the place where Siegfried and Alsace faced off, she bumped into this sudden power head-on.

"What!? This..."

Although Atalanta was an outstanding huntress, she had never confronted a dragon at all.

Because the kind of guy who stands at the apex of all Eudemons is born with an unreasonably domineering existence.

Otherwise, why would the dragon-slaying heroes and brave men be sung by everyone? Being able to fight the dragon and win the final victory is the easiest and quickest way to prove and demonstrate one's own strength.

Atalanta forcibly suppressed the instinctive fear in her heart, and continued to run in the direction in front of her.

Relying on the excellent eyesight necessary for an archer, Atalanta saw clearly the scene in the open space ahead, and at the same time was shocked by the fact that she had fired two consecutive Noble Phantasms but failed to achieve any results.

"Could it be that the servants participating in the Holy Grail War this time are all guys with unreasonable defenses like Achilles and Hercules?"

The Lich King looked coldly at Siegfried, who had completed the dragon transformation in front of him. The dragon's power, which seemed unbearable to others, was just a ray of spring breeze to him.

After all, he is a man who can sign a soul contract with Netha Lian.

Deathwing's mere existence is enough to set off a cataclysm of terror, not all dragons can look down on him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Siegfried, who had fully inspired the power of the dragon's blood armor, apologized to the Lich King out of habit, and then put his face on again and raised his great sword Balmonk, bursting out with an unyielding fighting spirit.

The Lich King didn't say a word, he was never polite to his enemies, and he might admire the opponent's ability and integrity, but it's better to avoid useless etiquette.

The Holy Sword and the Demon Sword clashed and collided again, and the two servants who released their magic power ran and fought on the ground.

The sound of explosions in the air was endless, and the sword energy swung out left criss-cross ravines on the ground.

After becoming a dragon, Siegfried has completely offset the negative effects of Frostmourne, and his own ability attributes have also been greatly improved.

Although the wound on his face could not be healed, it was covered by dragon scales, and the Achilles' heel the size of a bodhi leaf on his back was also protected by dragon wings.

"whispering sound!"

Atalanta, who was hiding in the dark and waiting for a sneak attack, put down the bow and arrow in his hand weakly, and complained very uncomfortably:

"Anyway, even the Noble Phantasm can't break through their defenses, so why should I continue to waste time here."

Just as Atalanta was about to evacuate to other places to look for fighters, a red thunderbolt shot from a distance at high speed, and hit Siegfried who had just been smashed by the Lich King's sword without slowing down.

The Lich King naturally recognized the guy who suddenly entered the battlefield forcefully, so he immediately stopped his pursuit and stood where he was.

Siegfried held the sword with both hands to resist the pitiful sword that was slashed by the heavily armed Mordred, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his golden dragon pupil.

"The red Saber? I didn't expect to come to make trouble at this time."

Seeing that Siegfried successfully resisted his slash, Mordred was even more excited at the moment, and the scarlet thunder entangled all over his body, which increased the output of magic power.

"Hey, hey, Saber from Black!"

"Are you a dragon too? Are you also a swordsman? That's fine, let's compete to see who is stronger!!"