Chapter 458 The Night When Stars Collide

Chapter 459 The Night of Stars Collision

As if in answer, the arrow was fired at him again. However, as long as there was nothing blocking his line of sight, it was easy for Rider to shoot down the arrows. Just by raising his gun, he blocked the swift two-shot attack.

"Where is it! Black's Archer!"

"——Much closer than you think."

The moment he turned around, Black Archer, who was hiding behind the golem, skillfully concealed the parts other than the bow and arrow while shooting the arrow. Because it is filled with magic power, it is much faster than the arrow shot just now!

"Ugh...?"

It was a superb archery skill that was on par with the eldest sister. Once Achilles blocked it, Black Archer used his blind spot to move to other places and attack again.

"Damn it...!" It was obviously an attack that could be easily blocked, but the enemy's archers seemed to enjoy it and kept shooting without any intention of changing their tactics.

You're trying to lure me there.

Achilles easily understood the language of the battlefield, because the golem acting as a cover gradually moved away from the center of the battlefield and retreated towards the forest next to the road.

The forest is an excellent geographical element for the archer. He can hide in various dark places and fire arrows at his opponents. On the contrary, for Achilles, fighting in the forest is simply a fatal condition. After all, he cannot use the most critical chariot at all.

However, that is only true for ordinary cavalry. At least for Red Rider Achilles, this statement is completely untrue.

It is true that if the purpose is to slaughter the enemy on the battlefield and win the war, then he should not accept Archer's provocation. He should just cut the demon doll entangled in the army horse in two and continue to ravage the enemy's battle line here - this is correct. judge.

However, there is a flaw in this logical proposal, since he is a person who is called a hero. If you choose to escape at this time, can you still be considered a real hero?

"Don't underestimate me!"

Leaving the chariot behind so decisively, the agile cavalry kicked off his feet, and his unparalleled foot strength carried him through the golem's blockade, speeding towards the forest like a green stream of light.

"How could I choose to escape on the name of my father, my mother, and my friends!"

It wasn't the famous horses and chariots given by Poseidon that made this cavalry possible, but because of the man named 'Achilles', who himself was a hero who could never be replaced!

With Shuoyue's "Nine-Headed Shooting" pearl in front of him, how could Achilles not take off the heads of the enemy's servants to show off his unparalleled bravery!

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When Achilles abandoned the frontal battlefield and was about to fight his master, Shuo Yue, who landed with him, was also blocked by the enemy's servants.

"you?"

Looking at the handsome pink-haired paladin, the black-robed assassin sneered. With a fist touch, the strong wind blew up Afu's robe, and the android behind him fell back involuntarily.

Looking at Astolfo, who was standing pigeon-toed, holding a golden horse and gun in both hands, with a look of panic on his face, and the mighty black army behind him, Shuo Yue couldn't help but sink her face, feeling deep in her heart. Anger is building.

Is this Black’s attitude? By prevaricating a second-rate servant to me, do you expect that my previous contact with him will make me show mercy?

You Yggdmirenia, how dare you... to despise me like this? !

Shuo Yue's pride as a warrior made him angry like never before.

"Where is Vlad III? Where is Siegfried? Where is Black's Assassin!"

Rainbow blue eyes were like sharp knives piercing the enemy group in front. Shuo Yue asked in a cold voice, without hesitation, he ran into the enemies in front and waved his fist angrily:

"You guys are worthy of fighting me!"

Sonic booms erupted in the legions, like invisible cannonballs exploding in the center of the crowd. In the deafening muffled roar of thunder, artificial human blood mixed with fragments of golems flew high into the sky, with the black-robed young man at the center. , with a radius of a hundred meters, it was like plasticine, dented by his vicious punches, distorting its appearance.

Shuoyue, who came as an Assassin, in addition to the extremely dangerous 'Death Eyes' and the ever-changing magic, there is also the Chinese martial art Bajiquan integrated into the fighting method, turning this beast into the most powerful person. Sharp fangs.

"My eight poles don't need two dozen!"

Without any mercy or communication, staring at the embarrassed and writhing Astolfo like a prey, the Moon King Kong glared angrily, approaching him step by step like the Immovable King.

"Let me smash your head and then go find new prey!"

"Ah wow wow...that's incredible." Being forced by Shuo Yue's murderous intent, Astolfo's face turned bitter, and he felt like there was a blood-red word 'danger' on his forehead.

"So, why does Caster want me to deal with him?"

There was no time for Astolfo to complain, because the black-robed assassin had already stepped forward, and a pair of vicious fists ignited rolling demonic flames.

"die!"

boom!

Smoke and dust rose up like water, like waves hundreds of meters high. In the loud noise no less than a bomb explosion, both the white people and the black golems were torn apart, except for the pink-haired knight wolf. It ran wildly and screamed without any image.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...Caster, please, help, help—!"

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There was a loud roar in the distance. Caster, who was in charge of dispatching in the rear, naturally saw the tragic situation there and tilted his head in confusion.

"Rider... why don't you release the treasure?"

The reason why he chose to let Astolfo fight against the new moon was because he had a fancy for one of his treasures, which was the symbol of cavalry - the phantom horse (Hippogriff) that did not exist in the world.

That was the Hippogriff that Astolfo got during his adventure. Its upper body was a griffin and its lower body was a horse. Its rank was inferior to the griffin, which was a beast of the Age of Gods. However, the crushing attack caused by its charge was comparable to the physical attack of the A rank, and it could fly at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour.

According to the current intelligence analysis, this assassin did not have the ability to float in the air for a long time. In this regard, Astolfo, who had air superiority, could occupy the advantage in space in the battle. What's more, after releasing the real name of the Hippogriff, this phantom beast could also have the hidden performance of "dimensional jump", which was enough to avoid all attacks.

It can be said that among the black side, the best at escaping and restraining is the Paladin Astolfo.

So far, the red side has deployed three servants, Rider, Assassin, and Lancer. In response, the black side's Archer Chiron faced Rider Achilles, and Saber Siegfried has also been dispatched to fight again with Karna, who was once evenly matched. The Noble Phantasm of the black Lancer Vlad III was proved to be restrained by the New Moon, and lost the qualification to face him head-on.

The black Assassin Artoria is gathering strength for the red Saber Mordred who is about to arrive on the battlefield, the Caster Avisbronn needs to dispatch the battlefield and control the timing of the release of the red Berserker Spartacus, and the black Berserker Frankenstein needs to make up for the gap in combat power caused by Ta-Meow's report on the front battlefield, so the only force that can be dispatched is Rider Astolfo.

But the current situation is not optimistic, because Astolfo is reluctant to summon the Hippogriff, and Shuoyue is unwilling to show mercy, the situation on the battlefield is almost one-sided.

"Do you want to use the puppets to help... No, the puppets can't withstand the leader's punches." Avisbron looked at Altria, but Daimao shook his head slightly, indicating that he would not help.

Shuoyue had said that he would not show mercy, and even she didn't want to easily provoke the killing Shuoyue Lord, not to mention that she was still waiting for Mordred to appear.

"... There is no way." Lingxia asked him to remain loyal to the black side before being exposed, so Avisbron had to play the last card, "Release the Red Berserker, and delay it for a while."

In this way, the muscular giant lifted up by several puppets-the Red Berserker Spartacus, opened his crazy and pure eyes in shackles.

"Berserker, your Master is me, did you know that?"

"Ah, I know. It seems that I cannot exist without your power. It is really an unforgivable affiliation."

"...So, are you going to kill me?"

"But I can't kill you. Because I must stay in the world as long as possible to complete my mission. Because I must defeat the oppressors and firmly grasp the glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must kill all the greedy power holders who have gathered to seek the Holy Grail."

"I see, but to do this, you must first eliminate our opponents. Go, Berserker, your opponent is an invader, a lackey of power, and a murderer who punches the good knight. As a motive, this should be a sufficient reason, right?"

Accompanied by a snap of fingers, the seal of the gladiator finally fell off gradually. As if he couldn't wait, Spartacus struggled desperately, and finally tore open the shackles of the puppet.

At the moment of freedom, he looked at Avisbronn with a calm smile like a calm sea. However, the puppeteer did not react at all, because he was wearing a mask, and it was impossible to tell whether he was afraid or not.

"...Hmm."

Spartacus seemed to have lost interest in the magician and turned his face to the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if he was happy, and walked towards the battlefield holding a sword that was too big to be called a dagger.

Watching his back, Avisbron sighed helplessly. If he accidentally showed a superior attitude, he would probably withdraw his words and kill himself immediately.

So after clearing all the miscellaneous soldiers, rubbing his slightly hot fists, and slowly walking towards Astolfo, Shuoyue encountered his former ally... no, a servant who was destined to become an enemy.

It was a demon with blue-white skin like a dead person and muscles all over his body. He vowed to bring chaos to the battlefield and make everything invisible.

"Oh, come on, destroy the oppressor with my love!"

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The battlefield is like a gambling game. No one knows which side the scale will fall to next, but the two gamblers with red eyes must continue to bet their chips until one side loses everything and is taken away from everything.

Every battle situation means that the scale of victory and defeat stands up, teetering in the delicate balance between life and death. In the anxious waiting, all the red and black sides can do is to stare at the movement of the scale and increase the bet before it falls to the other side.

Just like the battlefield where Sakutsu is on, only the black Rider Astolfo and the red Berserker Spartacus, fighting side by side, can barely suppress the assassin on the other side and prevent him from easily winning.

This is not the only part of the gambling game that is unfolding. As the red and black sides continue to invest in servants, the forwards, mainly dragon fang soldiers and golems, are quickly exhausted, replaced by the fighting spirit and spiritual energy sweeping the battlefield. And the shadows of guns and swords resounding through the sky, hovering over the forest and plains for a long time.

Apart from the battlefield between Achilles and Siegfried, the red side's strongest combat power, Lancer Karna, also found his target.

The dragon slayer with white hair like frost and snow, a magic sword like dusk, and dragon tattoos spread across his chest is on the flank of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the enemy to come to the appointment.

It was a solemn swordsman like a statue. Among the corpses and bone fragments on the ground, he seemed to stand emotionless, with no trace of blood on his body, even though he had long been burdened with the curse of Rhine.

"Are you here?" Only in front of the spearman wearing golden armor, Siegfried raised his eyes with ripples in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm here." Karna also nodded solemnly and raised the immortal blade in his hand, "Let us continue to fight."

Killing intent mixed with laughter, fighting spirit and demonic energy collided in an instant, triggering an invisible storm. In the almost stagnant space, two figures, one silver and one gold, turned into afterimages, wrapped in powerful magic power, and collided in the Got a piece.

The magic sword Balmonger slashed at the Son of the Sun's neck, and the Immortal Blade of the Divine Spear bit into the heart of the Prince of the Netherlands without hesitation.

The collision was crisp, not only the intertwined guns and swords, but the strong and unyielding souls also resonated in the collision, enjoying the joy of battle. As the true ether spreads, the magic power of the flame is released, and the dusk sky is ignited by the hot fire. Just the leakage of breath splits the night. The black paint on the curtain is washed away by the magic power, and is replaced by orange-red paint. A splendid and hearty scene!

Top servants compete here!

Not far away from the fight between Fei Ge and Little Sun, the thick blood took back the night. The dark rafters were camouflaged in the night, densely packed, chasing the female hunter running freely in the forest.

The two points of cold light were like polar stars, arriving suddenly, and the rafters and piles were like the most loyal guards, appearing beside their 'king', blocking the attack without delay.

"Tsk."

The lion's ears moved slightly, catching the sound of breaking wind from all directions. Atalanta suddenly increased her speed, and like an elf in the forest, she elegantly avoided the piercing of the rafter piles.

She seemed calm, but she knew that she was gradually cornered - Black's Lancer Vlad III was constantly squeezing her living space with countless rafter piles.

Even though she was proud of her foot strength and experience as a wilderness hunter, the lion in the cage was nothing more than a trapped beast left to be enjoyed.

Breaking points must be found.

Atalanta suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and the bow of the sky vibrated, turning the air into arrows and shooting towards Vlad III. However, even such an invisible and qualityless attack was blocked by the swarming rafters. offset.

The feeling of being reduced from a hunter to a prey made Ta Miao feel deeply unhappy.

"Are you at your wits end, Archer from the red side?"

Although he was humiliated by Shuo Yue several times, in front of other followers, Vlad III was still the unhurried Grand Duke and the well-deserved King of the Night.

"What, do you want to surrender to me?"

"Stop spouting nonsense that neither sounds like a joke nor sincere. Lancer Black. Since both of us have a wish for the Holy Grail, surrender is absolutely impossible, and—"

Atalanta couldn't finish what she said because Vlad III had lost his patience. He raised his right hand high, and the ground around him instantly surged with strong murderous intent. Iron stakes sprung up one after another, attacking the woman. The hunter's movements are closely watched. At the same time, it seems that there is something more terrifying "something" about to move - the hunter's intuition makes Ta Miao deeply uneasy.

Reminiscent of the scene where Shuo Yue did not hesitate to draw his sword and hurt himself after blocking the sneak attack for her, Atalanta finally gave up his hesitation, put two new arrows on the bowstring, and shot into the starry sky:

"Dedicated to the two great gods... the Arrow Book of Complaint!"

Then the rain of falling stars fell again, but the Archduke of Wallachia showed no fear, and the rafters and piles behind him came up to him, blocking thousands of arrows. But Atalanta's goal had been achieved. While Vlad III was concentrating on dealing with the Noble Phantasm, she once again showed off her impressive foot power and quickly withdrew from Vlad III's encirclement.

"Cunning lioness, if Shuo Yue hadn't cut off too many rafter piles..." Looking at the escaping female hunter, Vlad III looked gloomy and started to chase her without hesitation.

"But even so, you can come and leave as you please in the rest of the territory!"