I, authentic, little sun

However, Atalanta, who was no longer able to think calmly, did not realize that the sun chariot was already connected to the sky garden at this time.

"Damn!"

This fact was immediately discovered by the owner of the garden, Assassin Semiramis.

Although she was extremely angry about being invaded, the empress decisively moved the rider group who lost her combat effectiveness to the center of the garden.

After all, there are black berserker, red saber, and ruler on the sun chariot. She, an assassin who is not good at fighting, is naturally unwilling to confront them head-on.

But the next moment, Assassin sneered as if thinking of something.

"Hehe, everything in the Sky Garden is under my control. If the master and servant are separated, I don't know what solution you have!"

As she said that, the magic power on her body began to surge, and the magicians who were masters were immediately transferred by space magic.

"Ok?"

Naturally, this behavior cannot be concealed from Zhengzong, for him, the pull of the space only needs a little force to break free.

However, he didn't do that, instead he followed the space magic transfer of the Age of Gods very indifferently.

He can probably guess the assassin's thoughts, it's nothing more than beheading the Master directly.

Thinking of this, a playful look flashed in Zhengzong's eyes, it's time to let Hongfang know what will happen if he doesn't talk about Wude...

"Authentic Your Excellency!"

"Master!"

Ruler Joan of Arc and the rest of the servants couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

It stands to reason that such behavior is meaningless, after all, the masters of the black side still have command spells in their hands, and as long as they are called, the servants can be transferred.

but……

"Caster, I have transferred those masters to your side, don't tell me you can't even deal with a few humans.

Until then, I'll help you hold these servants, understand? "

Caster Shakespeare heard Semiramis' instructions through reading the words, and the disdain in his words made him smile wryly.

"Your Majesty, although I've been lazy and I'm not strong enough to help, if I'm just an ordinary human magician, I can still solve it."

"Really, that's good." After getting the desired answer, Semiramis nodded in satisfaction.

Then she looked at the heroic spirits in front of her who were extremely anxious because they were suddenly separated from the master, and said indifferently.

"Fill, manifest."

As soon as the words fell, a magic circle appeared in front of Ruler and the others, and the existence born from the magic circle was a terrifying giant snake.

In Mesopotamian mythology, it is mentioned that Diamat, the primordial mother who gave birth to the gods, also gave birth to a being that was hostile to the gods who rebelled against her.

That is, there are eleven monsters in number, and now, the one summoned by "Red" Assassin is one of them.

It is said to have been created in the sea, a giant snake with two brightly colored horns and forelimbs, and a terrifying monster with a rank that is not inferior to the dragon god-Bashum.

Its head is emerging from the depths of darkness, and its fangs are imbued with a poison more powerful than that of a hydra.

Just brushing it lightly can cause fatal injuries, and it is a terrifying thing that even the Empress dare not use lightly.

Chapter 500 Chapter 89 The Final Big Boss

"here it is……"

Fiore and the others looked around and found that it was a vast space with almost no edges.

However, even they can clearly see the huge holy grail placed in the central part.

Seeing this, Cowles seemed very excited. Didn't they take such a risk to break into the Hanging Garden just to regain the Great Holy Grail? !

"pat..."

Lion Jie Jieli lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said solemnly amidst the smoke.

"I also know that ass assin can't be so kind, I'm afraid that caster whose identity is still unknown is ready to deal with us..."

At the end of the sentence, except for Masamune, the faces of the rest of the masters turned pale in an instant, and it couldn't be a worse situation to face a servant.

"Oh oh oh, I was discovered by you!"

Accompanied by such a voice, the "red" Caster, who was originally a spirit body, finally appeared.

He was dressed in a medieval aristocratic style, with a pen in his hand and a thick book under his arm.

As if speaking on a stage, "Red" Caster bowed his head deeply and said:

"It's our first time to meet you, masters of the black side! Oh, I'm so rude, I accidentally committed an old problem, and I forgot that this is not on the stage."

The red caster stood up, looked at the ordinary people in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "That's right, the next one is the 'red' Caster.

After all, I am the kind of servant who is not good at fighting, so I can only deal with you who are weaker than me.

By the way, don't think about using command spells to summon the heroic spirits. What they are dealing with now is the oldest poison killer, the Assyrian empress—Semiramis.

Those poisons that are difficult for heroic spirits to bear, once they are brought over..."

The expressions on the faces of the magicians were all stiff. Although they learned the real name of ass ass in, this made them even more wary.

Perhaps it was because of this that Caster could tell them Ass Ass In's real name without hesitation!

The heroic spirit of the red caster can be said to be the weakest in this holy grail war, not only can't fight against other servants.

I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to use magic, and seems to have nothing but fame, but... when he finishes writing the book, the situation will be very different!

"Red" Caster raised his arms high in exaggerated movements, holding the book he had just tucked under his arm.

"Come on, let me show you my Noble Phantasm 'The opening time is approaching, here's a thunderous applause (First Folio)'!

Let me explain to you, in fact, this Noble Phantasm—”

Before he could finish speaking, Lion Jie Jieli took the lead, because he, who had lived in the battlefield for a long time, knew very well that when the opponent was most full of will, that was when he relaxed his vigilance the most.

Lion Jie's actions were very decisive. He first threw a few grenades, then took out his pistol and quickly emptied the bullets.

Facing the enemy heroic spirit, a fool would wait for the opponent to activate the treasure as if nothing had happened...

That's what the red caster of the first volume (First Folio) called the Noble Phantasm just now.

That's the same name as the collection of plays published posthumously by Shakespeare.

Guess the ability of the Noble Phantasm——If it is a Heroic Spirit of the Writer Department, most of them are Noble Phantasms that make the story come true.

Even if it is a fictional hero, as long as the writer himself is a heroic spirit, he can be summoned to this world.

And if it is Shakespeare, the heroes that can be summoned can be said to be countless.

For example, the invincible Macbeth, or Richard III from the historical drama, or choose from the goblin king Oberyn and the three witches.

Another possibility is a causal or world-changing Noble Phantasm.

There are spears that reverse cause and effect with the legend that it will surely stab the heart, and there are those that change time, or Noble Phantasms that can rewrite the world.

Neither of these two situations can be tolerated by mere human beings.

Therefore, Lion Jie Jieli believed that the "red" Caster must be defeated before the Noble Phantasm was activated and changed something.

Otherwise, they probably will be really in danger today...

"Oh, you're so impatient..." A light curtain seemed to appear in front of the red caster, blocking all the incoming attacks, he said dissatisfied.

"Please sit down before the opening of the treasure! No smoking! No filming! No rude scolding!"

Caster, no, Shakespeare has no so-called heroism at all, and he doesn't care about shooting ordinary people at all. He shouted happily:

"The world is in my hands, it's my stage! Now the show--please give thunderous applause!"

"Red" Caster's Noble Phantasm "The time to start the performance is approaching, here is a thunderous applause" is the Noble Phantasm that changes the world.

However, that does not change the world itself, but a stage treasure that seals the world, generates a script, and then forces the story to be staged.

however……

"boom!"

Accompanied by a huge noise, everyone present, including the red caster, widened their eyes.

Because, Masamune, who was considered to be an ordinary person who accidentally broke into the Holy Grail War, unexpectedly appeared in front of the red caster at some time and by some means.

Moreover, he kicked and shattered the light curtain that blocked modern weapon attacks.

Zhengzong took two steps forward, looked at Shakespeare's suspicious expression, and pressed his shoulder.

"Caster, you don't talk about martial arts, and you sneak up on me, a teenage comrade. If that's the case, then don't blame me for being cruel!"

"How is it possible... aren't you a human being?" Shakespeare was dumbfounded, what about ordinary people?What about the Master?

Whose master can kick the light curtain and tear the heroic spirit with his hands? !

To be honest, Zhengzong almost laughed out loud if he hadn't received professional training.

The red team's beheading operation was executed perfectly. If it wasn't for this bug of his own, I am afraid that the rest of the people would have no choice but to die.

So in addition to the ruler, the red saber Mordred and the black berserker Frankenstein probably can only leave the stage unwillingly.

It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in this world. After all, who would have thought that an ordinary person who looks ordinary except for being handsome is actually the final boss of this Holy Grail War? !

Chapter 501 Chapter 90 The Impatient Black Heroic Spirit

At the same time, the "Red" Assassin on the other side was sitting on the throne, showing a sweet smile for his inspiration.

The toxins in the air put the servant in an extremely embarrassing situation.

If it is transferred by the Command Spell, it is very likely that the toxin will be carried to the master. If it is not transferred, it will be difficult for the masters facing the heroic spirit to have a good end.

Presumably soon, except for the ruler, these heroic spirits will lose their supply of magic power and leave the field, right?

Ass ass in smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened, bearing the roar of the heroic spirits bursting out with strong killing intent.

Hurry up, they hurry up!

Indeed, Joan's face was full of anxiety. She was very worried about Zhengzong's current situation. You must know that unlike those magicians, he is just an ordinary person!

However, the monster summoned by ass ass in is really terrifying, it is not weaker than the top heroic spirits at all, it is almost impossible to defeat such an existence in a short time.

So there is only one thing they have to do, and that is to cross over Baxiu and directly attack Ass Ass in.

The countermeasures of Joan of Arc and others are correct, but what is desperate is that the Assyrian Empress seems to be more difficult to deal with than imagined.

Twice, Saber Mordred has launched two attacks on her.

Each attack was made with the help of Joan's Noble Phantasm, completely resisting Bashum's attack, and then launching a surprise attack towards the opponent.

However, facing these two attacks, "Red" Assassin neutralized Saber's violent attacks just by sitting on the throne.

Mordred launched a dash, using the reaction force of kicking off the wall to approach the opponent's posture, just like a wild lion pounced on its prey.

She approached the throne at the speed of sound, and then took the empress's head without leaving a second.

However, the empress only moved one finger as if she was bored, and then the dark green chains flew out from the depths of the darkness and wrapped around the "red" Saber in an instant.

The brave "red" Saber cut the chain that approached her first in two, and while continuing to sprint forward, she even shot down all the chains with her amazing reflexes.

But the chain crawled around like a poisonous snake, entangled her feet, and slowed down her movements.

You know, Saber is now relying on this helmet to barely block the poisonous gas from the outside world.

Mordred's armor and helmet were given by his mother Morphy.

Needless to say, magic has a very high defense against all external interference.

But even so, faint labor pains began to appear all over her body—the poison had already begun to seep in.

In other words, the longer the delay, the more unfavorable the situation will be.

Not only that, Joan of Arc and Frankenstein who resisted Basum were also having a hard time.

There was already a faint crack in the holy light on Joan's flag, and this level of attack could not be absorbed forever.

Mordred, who became more and more anxious, galloped forward while breaking the chain at the highest speed achieved by "magic release".