I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

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“You should understand the conversation just now. Come on," Kairi said to Mordred, who was sitting on a gravestone with his legs dangling, while texting the Mage's Association.

"All of them are enemies, even if we defeat Black's seven cavalry, we may be surrounded by a few cavalry on our side," Mordred, who changed back to his jacket, said in a heavy tone.

“What’s even worse is that I can probably guess the real names of rider and archer based on their attitude towards Cyd,” Kairi bitterly laughed, “archer is Atalanta, as for rider...his mother is related to Cyd , Cyd wants to repay her, so there is only Achilles."

"And that Lancer..." Mordred took a stone from the tombstone and threw it on Kairi's head, "strong!"

"Achilles according to legend has an impervious to sword and spear body, the only weak point is the heel, and he is the fastest hero in the whole of Greece," Kairi sighed, "The whole Holy Grail War was able to stabilize He probably only has Cyd on his head."

"What! I'm strong too!" Mordred jumped off the tombstone and walked up to Kairi, dissatisfied, "Why do you keep saying no? Your hero is very strong!"

"Well...I know saber you are very strong," Kairi pressed the send button, then raised his hands in surrender, "I trust you a lot."

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"I haven't forgotten about you summoning me with a second-hand altar," Mordred draped his eyes with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Isn't there any way? I signed a mandatory contract and must first summon Cyd," Kairi was a little embarrassed.

"It was a lot of fun before," Mordred curl one's lip, she couldn't forget Kairi's arrogant expression when she said she was the Cyd master.

Isn't it because the ruler is a little bit stronger than her...

"Cough, there's no way..." Kairi lightly coughed, "It's not to calm down that Shirou. Kotomine?"

"hmph, I'll forgive you this time, there's no next time!" Mordred turned his head away in disgust.

"Relax, you are my Heroic Spirit, I am your master, I have never regretted this matter," Kairi subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Mordred after seeing Mordred's tantrum. 's brain.

"Huh?" Mordred grinned, revealing a vicious expression of hacking you if you dared to touch it.

"Cough! I think we need to change our strategy due to the extremely bad situation," Kairi put down his hand and took out the map from his arms, pointing to the location of Black's Yggdmillennia, "because they are a group of locals. Because of the tyrant, this place is the same as the fortress, and there is a high probability of being besieged by trespassing."

"So we can only stay here and wait and see what happens?" Mordred raised his eyebrows.

"No, we're going here tonight," Kairi raised his lips. "Isn't that someone helping us get our attention?"

"Berserker!" Mordred opened his eyes Big eyes.

“Black will definitely not let go of Berserker’s obvious target, maybe they will adopt a capture strategy, then they have to dispatch at least three or four Heroic Spirits,” Kairi stacked the map , "The probability of encountering Heroic Spirit is greatly reduced!"

"What..." Mordred lost interest in an instant, "I thought I could easily deal with Black's Heroic Spirit."

"Please, we're fighting alone now," Kairi sighed. "My king, let the enemies consume each other so that we can have a chance of victory."

"What do you call me?" Mordred was stunned.

"King," Kairi spread his hands, "Didn't you talk about becoming a king last night? Let's start shouting now."

"King... um! I Must be king!" Mordred raised his fist.

"Then... King," Kairi slung the prepared package on his back, "it's time to set off."

Chapter 10 feels... misunderstood!

"Um...is it only the red side?"

At night Jeanne d'Arc stared at the city three-dimensional map drawn by holy water in midair, this is the exploration skill possessed by the ruler This is used to detect the positions of all Heroic Spirits, but the embarrassing thing is that there is only one Red Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War city, the rest are all in the next city, and there is one less Black.

However, there is no way to do this. Tupilas is completely the chassis of the black side. No matter how bold the red side is, it is impossible to use this as a stronghold.

But what about the Heroic Spirit, the red team that acted alone?

At this moment, the Black Heroic Spirit, who was entrenched in the castle, came out of its nest and moved towards the forest and started to move forward, obviously intending to stop the Red Heroic who dared to enter the enemy's base camp alone. Spirit.

"The number of Heroic Spirits on the red side has become three... eh?" Jeanne d'Arc's eyes widened, and a third color appeared on the map, with pure white behind In the middle of the two Red Heroic Spirits, at this forward speed, they will soon merge with the Red Heroic Spirit in front.

"The white camp? Is this the exception that needs the ruler to come?" Jeanne d'Arc, "must go there and see!"

"Feeling... being targeted by who Now..."

Cyd, who was heading towards Berserker, narrowed his eyes.

Atalanta and Achilles, whose eyes had been locked on Cyd's back, looked at each other and said in unison.

"I don't know!"

"Just you two," Cyd corner of mouth twitching.

"Boom----"

A huge noise came from the direction they were heading, along with strange laughter.

"Ah~ I found it, bad child," Cyd jumped to the branch, his arms crossed his chest and looked down at Berserker who was being demolished.

The man is muscle---

No other modifiers are needed.

The legendary sword fighter who led the slave resistance——Spartacus

"Dolls who are dominated! Now I will liberate you!" Spartacus had a hairy expression on his face. The smile shattered all the Golems who attacked him.

"This guy has absolutely no intention of dodging," Atalanta landed next to Cyd. "Even if he can dodge an attack, he will choose to hard-connect."

"Because this guy is Berserker," Achilles spread his hands, "I think it's impossible to stop him. Even if you get him back once, he'll run out the next time. It's better to let him be a cannon fodder and blow up here."

"No, maybe he will be caught by the enemy before he blows up," Cyd sighed jumped from the treetops, "then you can move freely, don't worry about me."

" Okay!"

"Why do you listen to him like that," Atalanta was a little stunned.

"Yeah~ After all, I grew up listening to his story," Achilles was fascinated as he stared at the pure white back that kept approaching Spartacus, "whether it's my mother or father always talking to him. What a great hero there was at that time, who gave up the life he expected to go to Tartarus for the crisis of illusory."

"Well, he is a great hero, but to me he is just... ..." Atalanta was silent.

"Irresponsible husband?" Achilles frivolous approached Atalanta.

Atalanta, with a tic-tac-toe on his head, kicked Achilles off the tree with a kick in the ass.

"I'll kill you next time!"

"I get it, sis! I'll go around the neighborhood!" Achilles walked with an expression I definitely didn't remember. .

"Really..." Atalanta pursed his lips, called out Bow of the Sky and aimed at Spartacus, as long as he attacked Cyd, she would shoot ruthless through his knees.

"Hey! Berserker on the red side, can you hear me?" Cyd walked over to Spartacus while dodging Golem's shards and patted his shoulder, while doing Spartacus a punch. Ready to come up.