Chapter 455 Black Side Goes to Battle, the Arrow Letter of Complaint!

Chapter 456 Black goes to battle, the arrow of the complaint!

This is completely different from the small-scale battles so far - there is a battlefield, soldiers, generals, treasures ready to go, territories to be fought for, and more importantly, there is a "king" who must be conquered.

Now there is only a short moment away from the decisive battle with the ultimate goal of complete annihilation. The servants of the red side are silently waiting for that moment to come -

The chessboard has been pushed into chaos, and the red soldiers have all crossed the Chu River and Han River. Now, it is the turn of the black side to gather soldiers.

The Yugdomrenia clan has made a comprehensive guess about the invaders of the Magic Association... that is, the red side will launch an attack from which direction, and has formulated a thorough plan to meet them accordingly.

The possibility of launching a sudden attack from the streets of Tolyfas or from the east with a large army is not low, but——

"... It is unexpected that they attacked with their territory."

Black Archer Chiron sighed. In front of his sight, the "Vanity Sky Courtyard" that Red Assassin was proud of was floating in the air.

This not only means that the Red side will attack with all its forces, but also means that the war has been fully advanced to the next stage——a truly cruel war that does not hesitate to release the treasure and expose the hero's true name.

"Archer, what's going on over there now?"

Fiore beside him asked with a trembling voice. Facing the Master who was trying to keep calm, Chiron, the only one with clairvoyance, smiled and said, "Stop it. Although it's just my guess, the Red side seems to be planning to use this grassland as a battleground."

"So it's a full-scale showdown."

"That's right, Master, you should retreat to a safe place first. I guess the other side will deploy positions with servants and familiars."

"--It seems so. They seem to have summoned dragon teeth soldiers, probably to fight against our androids and puppets."

With a "bang", Danic landed on the wall. It turned out that he had just boldly observed the fortress floating in the air.

"Uncle..."

"Let's go, Fiore. Now we can only rely on the servants to win."

"That's right, Danic. Next is our territory."

The light particles began to converge, forming the outline of a person. The noble fantasy that spanned ancient and modern times descended here and gathered here.

Black Archer, Chiron

Black Berserker, Frankenstein.

Black Caster, Avisbronn.

Black Saber, Siegfried.

Black Assassin, Altria.

And the leader of the black side, Lancer Vlad III, smiled heroically and stared at the fortress silently.

"Not only did they offend our land with such ugly things, but they also spread the filthy skeleton soldiers everywhere."

Lancer showed a clear expression of disgust. At the moment of invading the territory, they were enemies, they were conquerors, they were Ottoman Turkey.

The strong sense of obligation of "must kill them all" instantly bound Vlad III's whole body.

"Lord, let's hide in the city first. But if we have to fight on that grassland, we can fight with our backs to the street. Please fight to your heart's content."

Danik bowed respectfully, and the Grand Duke of Wallachia nodded proudly.

"Also, release the cavalry and the Red Berserker. They must also join the battle line." Vlad III sneered as he saw Danic's hesitation.

"Since the other side is eager for a full-scale confrontation, we must also devote all our forces to be in line with etiquette."

"... Got it, I'll go right away."

Danic left with the masters, and Vlad III didn't even turn his head, just staring at the invaders in the sky and issuing orders without looking back.

"Archer, you and Rider will command the organized android team together."

"Got it."

"Assassin, just like the last battle, you will be responsible for dealing with the enemy's Rider..."

"No, please forgive me for being presumptuous." Under the black robe, the Knight King's clear voice came out, rejecting the Archduke's order, "I have found the one I must fight in this battle."

"... Is it the enemy's Saber (swordsman)?" According to the report of the Sixth Director Lingxia, Vlad III also learned What happened in Sighisoara, and the assassin on his side seemed to have an unclear relationship with the Red Saber, "Well, if you insist, then I will do it..."

"No need, Lord." Chiron volunteered, "If it's that cavalryman, except for Miss Assassin, only I can deal with him."

While feeling the emotion in Chiron's words, Vlad III also sensed the firmness in his words, so he nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Avisbronn who was silent.

"Caster, please wait here first, and you will seize the opportunity to unlock the shackles of the Red Berserker."

"I understand. In addition, Lancer, as a king, you certainly cannot participate in the battle on foot. I asked people to prepare horses, although they are just man-made products (puppets)."

"Oh——"

After hearing this, Lancer immediately looked at the horse beside the warlock with an interested look.

It was a huge copper-iron horse, a horse with stripes made of iron and bronze, and its eyes made of rubies and sapphires flashed with a strange brilliance.

"Not as good as my Don Starion..." Out of a subtle comparison mentality, Altria muttered in a low voice.

Although there was a difference in appearance, Vlad III was quite satisfied - not because of the magic horse itself, but because of its symbolic meaning.

This meant that Vlad III, the Grand Duke of Wallachia, was no longer alone. He had capable subordinates, and his brothers and sisters were also willing to offer their loyalty to him.

"Very good." With such a satisfied smile, Lancer jumped on the horse's back. The horse did not neigh, but just stood there honestly.

"Oh~ Lancer wants to ride a horse. Then I really have no place to stand~"

A slightly higher voice sounded, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became tense. That was the Black Rider Astolfo who had just been released. He stretched out his slender body and spoke to Lancer in a bright manner.

Facing such a casual cavalry——Vlad III drew the sword at his waist, and the sharp blade almost cut his lovable cheek.

"Rider, now I will no longer ask you whether you have reflected on it well, just show me your strength——show me your strength as one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors."

In response, Astolfo patted his chest: "Well, leave it to me! This belongs to this, that belongs to that, this war is my mission after all!"

Before the expedition, Vlad III let go of the unruly paladin and turned his attention to the Berserker who was silently watching the floating fortress.

The chest injury destroyed by the enemy assassin had long been healed, and the girl's golden and blue eyes, revealing inorganic emotions, were staring at a vague figure on the fortress.

After being hurt by Shuoyue, she became more and more depressed. Now only Master Coles and Little Jack can make her show a different look.

"Berserker, you are free. You can fight to the end and dance wildly on the battlefield."

In response to Lancer's encouragement, Frankenstein released a manic electric current, so Vlad III retracted his gaze and spoke in his low voice with a strong sense of mission:

"--So, everyone, our seven servants have been assembled. Although we have also obtained the Red Berserker, it is just a "weapon" that can be thrown away after use. In other words, we have mobilized all our combat power."

"On the other hand, the opponent may have concentrated six servants other than the Berserker, and there is also a mysterious assassin from the Magic Association who has injured me and Berserker. In other words, we do not have an advantage in numbers."

'At the same time, the enemy's spearmen have proved that their bravery is not inferior to our swordsmen. The superb quality of the cavalry and archers is also undoubtedly demonstrated in the confrontation, not to mention the assassin who calls himself "New Moon". That is definitely the most difficult enemy, no one. ”

Such a frank statement of the enemy's strength, yes, even if it can't be said to be an overwhelming advantage - if a normal battle were to take place, the difference in combat power between the two sides would likely lead to their defeat.

"Then, I want to ask a question. Everyone, are you prepared to accept defeat? ”

All members expressed their refusal through words and actions.

There is a clear gap in combat power, and the probability of defeat is quite high - Vlad III and other servants are not shaken by this fact. The so-called Heroic Spirit is such an existence. Only those who can laugh at overwhelming disadvantages and desperate situations are qualified to be called heroes.

There is no warrior who loses without fighting, and there is no hero who is afraid before fighting.

Even if there is a blue shadow lurking in the camp, Shuoyue also told the blue team members clearly before the battle began - this battle will go all out!

Unreserved fighting, hearty fighting, legends are embodied here, colliding, and this battle proves the bravery of heroes and the courage of heroes!

This is the charm of this Holy Grail War, and this is the embodiment of the dignity and pride of Heroic Spirits!

"Yes, that's right. We will win! If you can't overcome this level of combat power gap and this level of despair, how can you be qualified to be a hero! "

The Grand Duke Vlad III, who ascended the throne of heroes with blood and bones for slaughtering 20,000 Turkish soldiers, rode on a tall horse and spoke loudly.

"Those are barbarians who defiled my territory and laughed wildly and arrogantly. They are fools who can only atone for their sins with death. Just kill them with a smile! For them who lack the concept of terror, we must use the whip to thoroughly re-educate them!"

Don't let them go back alive. This is all the black leader wants to say, and this is also what other servants expect.

"Then let me take the lead."

Successfully rallying the morale of the black side, Vlad III grabbed the reins of the horse and jumped down the 100-meter-high fortress with the horse.

Like a general with only one man and an army with only one man, the Black Lancer drove his horse straight to the enemy's camp. Although this was a peaceful grassland, it would most likely become a scorched earth after the war.

The Fierce King, who had gained subordinates and resurrected in modern times, now challenged the unfavorable situation again. But this situation was the same as usual, so he was not afraid at all.

And above the sky, the girl hunter who also mastered the skill of "Clairvoyance" suddenly opened her emerald green eyes.

"The time has come."

As she said this, she loaded two arrows on the bowstring of the love bow Taolopoulos as agreed before.

—— With her treasure, she set off the beacon and smoke of war!

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This was an unprecedented Holy Grail War, not only the fighting and conspiracy in the dark night, but also the specificity of the servants of both sides. Although it was a battle between seven riders, the number of participants was as high as thousands.

Looking down from the sky courtyard, the pitch-black puppets and pure white homunculus emerged from the black fortress, and the black and white interlaced like a surging tide covering the emerald green grassland.

The moonlight was cold, and the huge stove with a diameter of three meters passed over the bow of the courtyard and turned back at the moment of boiling. In an instant, the yellowed bone pieces inside fell on the ground like rain.

As they fell to the ground, the bone pieces grew like plants, and eventually formed skeleton soldiers with lizard-like heads. They were flowing with matte magic, as if they were integrated with the night, and charged towards the mixed combat legion of homunculus and puppets.

Such a huge momentum, even in the orthodox Holy Grail War, is enough to shatter the courage of any participant.

However, the heroes present—whether it was the Grand Duke who slaughtered the Asman Turks, the Paladins under Charlemagne, or the Empress who ascended to the world, or the archers and cavalry who participated in the war in ancient Greek mythology—all deeply understood that this was not a battlefield of "quantity".

Only "quality", the quality that can overwhelm everything, is the key to victory.

And now, the red archers will bet their first chip—

The cold and dry wind unique to late autumn blew the girl's hair, and the beast's ears twitched slightly.

The time has come.

Atalanta loaded two arrows onto the bowstring of her beloved bow, Tauropoulos, and the target she aimed at was not the vast land in front of her, but the night sky illuminated by the hazy moonlight.

"I ask for the protection of the sun god and the moon goddess with my bow."

The arrow began to shine. Her treasure is not the bow, nor the arrow shot from the bow. Both are just catalysts. Her treasure is the principle of "loading the arrow on the bowstring and shooting it out" itself.

"Dedicate such a disaster - [Arrow Book of Complaint]!"

The two arrows shot into the air traced a dazzling trajectory through the clouds and disappeared without a trace. This is the wolf smoke, the first arrow.

It was a complaint to the gods, the sun god Apollo and the moon goddess Artemis, both of whom are gods with deep connections to the sun and the moon. At the same time, Apollo is also the god of bows and arrows, and Artemis is the god of hunting.

As the price for Archer's seeking of protection, their request is disaster, the so-called protection - that is, to cause disaster to the enemy.

And now, just as Atalanta expected, the silver moon in the sky once again granted her grace, the mistress of the beast and the lord of the wilderness listened to the call of the believers, smiled and poured the bright moon in the cup, the bright moon turned into flowing water and merged into the Milky Way, and then the sky was lit up by the glory of the goddess.

The grace offered to the believers and the disaster offered to the enemies have come!

I wrote too much while writing, so I'll just stop at this chapter today and go to experiment.

But the Artemis in your month is not as handsome as the one I wrote. The love-brained goddess is also quite interesting, haha.