Chapter 405 The Danger of the Blue Camp, the Arrival of Zhen

Chapter 406 The Danger of the Blue Camp, the Arrival of Joan of Arc

The moment Shakespeare agreed to join the Blue Camp with Shuoyue, Shuoyue felt a burning breath in his chest.

At the same time, he noticed that someone not far away had established contact with him.

What was going on?

Tearing open his clothes in front of Shakespeare, Shuoyue's face flushed, and his breathing became a little faster. He looked up at the great British writer.

Half-dressed, flushed, and breathing fast...

Shabi's breathing stagnated, and she stepped back several steps, picking up a book to cover herself.

"Although we are British, our sexual orientation is absolutely normal! Ah, by the way, I like young and mature beauties, like Juliet..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit by Shuoyue with a book.

"Get lost, I don't have any gay feelings for you." The young man laughed and scolded, ignoring the weird Shabi, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

As a time traveler who is proficient in the Holy Grail War, Shuoyue has always been confused about the so-called "blue camp".

Although in the world view of Type-Moon, the magic level of the Age of Gods is as far away from that of the modern world, those demons, that is, high-level fantasy species, can indeed easily revise the Holy Grail system... But the deal that the Osare family proposed to the demons is to subvert the Holy Grail War and seize the Greater Holy Grail.

If the Osare family summoned any normal Heroic Spirit instead of Shuoyue - how could he defeat the Red and Black sides alone? You know, each camp has seven famous Heroic Spirits!

Even if they have the advantage of concealment, the number of the Blue Camp is too small after all, and they don't have the size to reap the benefits!

And now, Shuoyue finally realized the real horror of the Blue camp...

Take off the black robe, expose your chest under Shabi's lingering eyes, and the Command Spells that spread out like wings have changed again - although they are still separated in threes, there are blank outlines of Command Spells on the left, middle and right!

Those are three Command Spells that can be filled in as soon as Shuoyue thinks... Command Spells belonging to Caster Shakespeare!

The Master who established a connection with Shuoyue is self-evident.

"You don't need the Master's consent. As long as the Servant admits that he belongs to the Blue camp, you can plunder their Command Spells..."

After understanding the rules of the Blue camp, even Shuoyue couldn't help but take a breath and mutter to himself.

"No wonder the Osare family is so arrogant... The ability of this camp is really too dangerous."

Especially in the hands of a certain prophetic traverser, the room for operation is really too large.

After getting dressed and tidying up his appearance, Shuoyue took a deep breath and tried not to make a sound of "It smells so good", but he was still very happy.

This ability is great, but now it belongs to me.

Osare clan, don't worry!

"Coo coo coo..." Just as Shuoyue was secretly happy, a snow-white pigeon flew in, landed on his shoulder, and pecked his head with its beak, making a dull sound.

"What's going on?" Shuoyue grabbed the pigeon and looked at the great writer in front of him in confusion, "Have you passed the deadline? Or did you ask for leave or eunuch for a novel?"

"What a joke, am I that kind of person!" Shakespeare certainly couldn't accept such an insult. He raised his eyebrows guiltily, "This is Assassin's familiar. It seems that he has something to find you."

"Oh, that's it." Shuoyue understood. He did remember that Semiramis had a skill called [Familiar (Pigeon)] to summon pigeons. "It seems that they dare not ignore me anymore."

Throwing the white bird out of the window, Shuoyue just walked out of the door, and Shabi locked the door behind him. She walked to the desk with a guilty conscience, took out an unfinished work from the drawer, and wrote furiously.

"Coo coo coo..." The pigeon circled outside the window and made a cheerful cry.

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Back in the main hall of the church, Shuoyue glanced at the two NPCs, Amakusa and Empress, who were refreshed daily, and locked his eyes on a newly appeared young man.

The hair grew randomly, maintaining a transparent white. His eyes were as sharp as a polished blade, and the red stones inlaid on his exposed chest also reflected each other, brewing a lustrous and charming color. But the most eye-catching thing was the golden armor that seemed to be integrated with the flesh rather than wrapped around the whole body, emitting a sacred glow.

Although each part was so beautiful, the young man combined gave people a strong impression beyond beauty. What a wonderful young man.

What's more, Shuoyue knew the identity of this young man very well.

——The most powerful servant of the red side, the biggest obstacle in Shuoyue's plan...no one else.

Almost instantly, Shuoyue tensed his body and walked to the three people calmly.

"What's the matter with summoning me?"

"It's time. The person I'm most wary of is coming here."

Amakusa spoke first, and his leisurely eyes, as if looking into the distance, showed clear hostility.

It's not out of hatred, but because that is the only person in the world that Amakusa Shiro must defeat in order to realize his dream.

"Is it Ruler?"

"Yes, it has been confirmed that the guy has sneaked into Romania."

Amakusa was not surprised by Sakutsuki's sharp words. For him and Semiramis, it would be suspicious if Sakutsuki pretended to be unaware.

Under the influence of the 'familiar (pigeon)', the Queen's intelligence network composed of pigeons spread throughout Romania. The moment Ruler appeared and sneaked into Romania, the pigeons smelled the Servant's magical power that could not be completely hidden.

Retracting his gaze from someone, Amakusa turned to Sakutsuki and the silent young man.

"Lancer, Lord Sakutsuki, I need you to kill Ruler. In the worst case, you have to buy us time."

The saint who is about to arrive? I just want to meet her... Sakutsuki nodded: "Of course."

The young man next to him, that is, Lancer of Red, also nodded calmly, as if to express his agreement.

Unlike Rider of Red, who is also highly skilled but rebellious... and Sakutsuki, the character of this Lancer, in a word, is a "warrior".

As long as there is an order from the Master, he will not even have a thought of disobeying and will directly take action.

Without any extra explanation, Shuoyue and Hong Lancer went out and began to hurry on their way following the guidance of the pigeon. In the church, Amakusa rubbed his fingers uneasily, and the Queen Semiramis looked at the Master with interest, admiring his anxiety.

Finally unable to bear the Queen's bold gaze, the priest smiled bitterly and looked at his Servant.

"...You look as if I am the Servant and you are the real Master. As a qualified Servant, even if you don't help, you should avoid looking at the Master with a critical eye, right?"

"Humph, that's natural. Although I am used to being served, I am not used to serving others, let alone wanting me to comfort you - ah, by the way, it's not too late now, let's exchange?"

Exchange? It's simply an unimaginable possibility.

Facing the Empress's impulse, Amakusa shook her head and replied, "Forgive me for refusing. Because you seem to be quite a tyrant."

Hearing this, Assassin's light-colored eyes flashed with mischief. She murmured:

"The title of the world's oldest poisoner is not just for show, right? Ben Semiramis, can you call it?"

-That was the first words that the Empress in Black Dress declared when Amakusa Shiro Tokisada summoned Assassin.

Amakusa smiled and repeated her answer at that time.

"Empress of Assyria. In this Holy Grail War launched by fourteen Servants, my goal is a place that is different from victory and defeat. Can you please help me?"

When Assassin heard this, he laughed out loud, which was rare.

"Yes, that's what you said! I was surprised and wondered what you were talking about. To be honest, at that moment I even considered finding another puppet (Master) and exchanging with him early."

"What about now?"

"You are still asking that now? Master, you are very interesting. Your wish is my wish. Therefore, I don't even have any hesitation about helping you."

"...Thank you."

Faced with the straightforward speech of the empress, Amakusa was full of gratitude in his heart, but he could only squeeze out two dry words. As if a little shy, the saint-like young man turned around and admired the stained glass windows of the church seriously.

But the empress would not give up. With the fragrance in the air, the black-dressed beauty leaned behind Amakusa, her soft and convex figure pressed against the boy's back, and her red lips were close to his ear, whispering softly.

"Do you think that with Lancer and that New Moon, you can defeat Ruler?"

"Trust them." Amakusa nodded, his eyes pure and trusting, "After all, they are the top assassins who can defeat Vlad III, and - the son of the sun god Surya."

"The hero of charity, Karna..." Semiramis snorted, but even she couldn't refute this pair.

The church suddenly became quiet, Amakusa stared at the glass window seriously, letting her soft hands rest on his fragile neck. The face flushed with embarrassment made the empress smile slightly, and she exerted her arms to stick closer to him.

"Assassin..."

"Hush, be quiet."

So the boy raised his head helplessly, and admired the window that seemed to open to heaven more seriously.