My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Hahaha, this is just a term of endearment, don't worry about it.

Hearing this, Atalanta glanced at him displeased.

How could she, who had been pursued countless times during her lifetime, not know what this ‘junior’ was thinking?

The heroes in Greek mythology all have this kind of virtue.

I have not seen the Master. All I have seen is the priest who is the Master. Putting aside distracting thoughts, Atalanta responded calmly and coldly.

Hearing this, Achilles also suppressed the smile on his face and spread his palms.

The circuits are connected, and the orders were issued, but they just didn't show up... This is already an abnormal situation.

The masters on the red side were all bewitched by one person and turned into puppets - this kind of thing is hard to imagine even if they are as brave as Achilles and as strong as Atalanta, right?

However, it makes sense for the magician to hide. Atalanta said calmly. She was not the kind of person who cared about her master. She grew up in the law of the jungle. Even if the master was killed, she would still suffer. Just come to the conclusion that 'it's just the jungle of the jungle'.

It always feels suspicious, that priest and... Achilles muttered with confusion, And I received news yesterday that the Mysterious Servant from the Magic Association also joined the red side. It is said that he was the one who severely damaged the 'Black' one and started preparations for the Holy Grail War. system.

At this point, Achilles' nature was aroused and he was a little excited: If possible, I really want to compete with him.

Suddenly, Atalanta raised her head and looked into the distance of the forest, her drooping animal ears suddenly stood upright.

Achilles stopped talking immediately: What's wrong?

Atalanta's emerald eyes flashed with blue light, and her unique 'clairvoyance' penetrated the obstruction of the forest and saw the numerous servants coming in strange costumes.

coming soon.

While saying this, the two summoned their respective weapons.

The appearance of the spear summoned by Achilles is very different from that of Red. Karna's divine spear is a huge spear that relies on its sharp blade and super weight to cause damage. What he holds is a simple and solid gun designed for hand-to-hand combat.

Judging from its length and the way it can be easily held with one hand, it is probably a spear used for throwing.

It seems that he wants to challenge hand-to-hand combat without riding. To be honest, this is foolhardy. However, his relaxed attitude is a good example of how heroic the hero whose real name is Achilles really is.

On the other hand, the needless to say bow was summoned. The black-painted Western bow that is longer than her height is said to be the Bow of the Sky given by the goddess of hunting (Artemis). His name was Taolopoulos, an alias for the goddess Artemis, also known as the bull-slayer. It is truly a masterpiece worthy of an archer. There is nothing that cannot be shot through with it.

Then, I will retreat and cover with you. As the battle was about to begin, Atalanta also changed the names she addressed to her comrades. She immediately retreated and dived into the darkness of the forest. As a top-notch hunter, it was easy for her to integrate with the forest.

Okay, next, let me give them a gentle massage.

After a while, two figures so clear that even the naked eye could catch them, slowly walked out of the depths of the forest.

Are you okay? Judging from the breath and weapons, Achilles held his head high and had an unruly expression. Oh, I was really underestimated. You actually want to kill me with just two riders...

Suddenly, the warrior's madness and ferociousness covered 'Red''s handsome face.

There must be a limit to shame!

It was clearly one versus two, but for this great hero, such numbers were simply not enough to break through his arrogance.

He has become accustomed to the murderous intent and hatred of his enemies. For a hero who is satisfied as long as he has unique friends and beloved women in the world, this level is like a breeze.

However, those who were confronting him were none other than arrogant heroic spirits. His moans became rough, and he raised his eyes seemingly unhappy, but neither of them spoke, not only because they couldn't speak due to various factors, but also because Achilles said something wrong.

——This battle is not one versus two.

Hidden in the forest, Atalanta's cat ears trembled slightly, and the long bow locked on the 'Black' suddenly moved, locking on another figure walking out of the forest.

It was a servant wearing a black robe, covering her body. She poked out a white wrist from the black robe, and her slender fingertips made a grip, but to the naked eye, her hand was empty. One thing, only the air twists, refracts, and emits unusual fluctuations.

'Black'

The arrogance disappeared from his face, Achilles frowned, clenched the gun in his hand, and assumed a very serious posture before the battle began.

Even though he couldn't see it, the warrior's intuition told him that the black-robed servant was holding a gun, and this mysterious gun——

Have the power to hurt him!

Now, it's two against three. A clear female voice came from under the black robe. This mysterious servant calmly told the fact that even 'Red' was hiding in the forest.

Well... On the treetop in the distance, the emerald-green cat let out an irritable moan like exploding fur.

Have you been discovered? Atalanta smiled bitterly, and her hidden backhand was seen through. It was obvious that the enemy was better prepared.

However, for heroes, all suffering is already commonplace before they reach desperate situation.

After a brief period of loss, the warrior's passion and surging energy flowed through Hong's body again. Even though there were three opponents on the frontal battlefield, he still waved his beloved gun and declared with a loud smile in the cold light:

Come on, let me engrave the name of a real hero and a real warrior on you!

This time, if I have to say it, the only difference is the era and the armament. Everything else is the same as before. Just a word of boredom is enough to give up everything.

This is exactly the lifestyle Hong preferred during his lifetime.

As a famous hero, it is enough for him to wave the steel gun in his hand and gallop among the enemies!

In the next moment, everything present was blown away, and was swept away as impure existences. Someone steps forward, someone waves a weapon, someone rises into the air, someone bends his bow and nocks an arrow, someone thrusts out the holy spear.

The fierce battle has begun!

Chapter 416 He is laughing wildly

Chapter 417 He is laughing wildly

Lost the protection of He, and the footsteps also stopped.

Not because of fear or shrinking, but because the space for him to move forward has been crowded by densely packed golems.

If you want to rebel against the dictator, you must clear a path for you to walk on.

After realizing this, the famous gladiator took action together with the golems and artificial people.

Come, I will destroy the oppressors with my love!

Spartacus, who was laughing so wildly, chose to jump into the wave of 'dolls'.

He was stabbed into the shoulder by the android's battle ax and hit hard in the face by the golem's fist. Despite receiving a direct blow from a fist so powerful that it could shatter steel, his smile never faded. Rather, I feel like that smile has become even brighter.

From the beginning, there was no intention to avoid any attacks. Rather, he even enjoyed attacking.

Take the attack, take it, take it in vain. Being hit hard and hurt, even so, that heart-warming smile never disappears. Soon, the androids and golems became confused about the gladiator's behavior and stopped attacking. At this point, the action begins.

You miserable puppet of a dictator, at least sleep forever under my sword and fist!

With his arm, he grabbed the face of the golem and easily threw the golem, which was estimated to be about three meters away, from a distance, crushing the artificial humans who happened to be at the landing place.

Come on, you too.

As he spoke, he casually slashed the sword horizontally, and with just this, the upper body of the android present was blown away; he punched the struggling demon statue, and the magic-strengthened bronze head was reduced to ashes.

The violence has not stopped. He opened his arms widely and charged bravely. He picked up the five golems and leaned his back menacingly. The stone dolls, which weighed more than several tons in total, were destroyed from the top of their heads due to his throwing technique (throwing them over the shoulder).

That look was like a human typhoon. Every swing of the sword or punch can produce a large amount of destroyed debris.

Red smiles and shakes his sword, smiles and pumps his fist, which is really no different from a nightmare. Even the artificial humans with only thin emotions were infected by this madness and chose to flee.

After tearing the last golem into pieces, he looked at the destruction and massacre he had woven, nodded with satisfaction, and took another step.

...And this scene all fell into Black's eyes.

Red completely ignored the androids and demons. Although it was an invincible situation, the blacks did not show any anxiety. This is a natural fighting behavior of heroic spirits, so there is no need to make a fuss.

Having said that, there are some exceptions to the situation of killing people like this.

It was too horrible to look at, that monster was slaughtered not by skill, but by arrogant power. There is no need for any magic, just like a heroic spirit born only for fighting. Maybe he didn't become like that because he was mad because of his actions, but it was because there was no other class suitable for him.

He spoke one after another, Danik nodded, and held the scepter calmly:

That one was born for fighting, and is destined to die in battle.

Will me and I be killed like that...

Looking at the ridiculous power, it's quite possible. At least you have to avoid a direct hit.

Understand. I will try hard.

It was a voice that had no fighting spirit and was lost. Regarding this explicit attitude, she whispered quietly:

I think you are a little undisciplined. If you die here, you won't be able to save him?

I, I know!

Stand up, pat your cheeks, and regroup. As if to say, Come here, he picked up his gun. It was a beautifully decorated, golden horse.

Go, Astolfo, let us see the power of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors! The master behind him, Serenekai, said so. However, instead of being inspired, Astolfo was Sighing and shrugging.

Oh, I hate it, I really don't want to do anything barbaric... But forget it, there's nothing I can do about it, I'll just show you my power!

It was a very clear sound - as if echoing it, sounds and vibrations gradually approached from the opposite side of the trees. However, that figure is still hidden deep in the dark night and cannot be accurately captured.

Suddenly, there was silence, the sound stopped, and only the sound of the wind dominated the surroundings. However, the one who could not hide his aura clearly showed off his presence before appearing.

He's already here. With a certain premonition, he tentatively took a step forward.

Come, tyrant. The moment has come when arrogance collapses and the dignity of the strong is kicked away!

While knocking away the big tree, 'Red appeared.

Wow.

The moment we met, I immediately wanted to leave this place behind.

Giants are not scary. Back then, Astolfo had fought a giant named Cary Grant with dozens of arms as his opponent and dragged him through the streets in high spirits.

Tough men are not scary either. Even if the opponent is a furious monster, he will take it lightly. But if the tough giant is smiling - there's something creepy about it.

Yes, smiling is very scary. You have broken into the enemy's camp but still smile. Either you are quite confident, or you are crazy enough to ignore the benefits and disadvantages.

However, I was summoned just to defeat the enemy. Broken jar, broken jar, OK, let me solve the problem!

With his fear and rationality evaporating, Astolfo showed a springy smile and waved the golden horse gun he just held in his hand.

Hear my voice from far away! Come and meet me from near and far! I am Astolfo, King Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors! Come here to show off the winner in a dignified manner!!

He shouted out the long-awaited opening remarks that he had wanted to read for a long time, and said his real name that was supposed to be hidden. Fortunately, 'Red doesn't have the thinking circuit to formulate tactics based on the opponent's real name.

...No, the worst has happened.

The 'black' one, Astolfo? The Twelve Holy Knights under Charlemagne. I didn't expect him to be such a poor and weak heroic spirit.

The moment the black robe appeared, the atmosphere was frozen like never before.

Vlad III clenched his fists, Darnic looked ferocious, Serenekai held his breath, and Chiron and Fiore in the distance frowned at the same time, as if facing a formidable enemy.