Chapter 472 You, Meow, Stop Right There.

"Teacher, how should you use the Command Spells you mentioned?"

"Summon, Strengthen, Protect, Escape... These three Command Spells are your small wishing machine. Of course, they will work better with the Pokémon Trainer, ahem... with the Master's Rejuvenation Roar and showing courage."

"Oh, I know, thank you, teacher!"

The memory of Sieg asking him for knowledge is still clear at that time, and at this moment, Shuoyue looked at the Paladin who jumped out of the locking range of the Super Electromagnetic Cannon like a stream of light and attacked him with a golden horse gun, and the android girl who stepped into the forest regardless of life and death, raised her arms high on the distant earth slope, and shouted the name of the Servant, and there was helplessness and relief in the depths of his eyes.

"Is the father-son game or the master-disciple game popular in this Holy Grail War?"

His strength had been fully restored, and he had at least three ways to avoid Astolfo's attack, but the young man just opened his arms and was calmly stabbed in the shoulder by the war spear. As Astolfo shouted with the determination to fight to the death, Shuoyue was dragged forward all the way, piercing through countless tree branches, breaking through the shadows and free lightning, and rushed out of the forest in a straight line.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the war spear was deeply nailed into the mountain wall. In the dust and smoke, blood flowed along the "touch and fall" and wet the back of Astolfo's hand all the way. However, when the injured assassin raised his head, his eyes were still bright, emitting a dangerous rainbow blue luster.

"Old... teacher!"

Sieg ran over panting, his face full of guilt. Shuoyue glanced at the back of her hand and raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Well done." He said.

The young man smiled, his figure faded, and disappeared in the darkness, battlefield, corpses and wind.

He could completely avoid Astolfo's attack. Even if he couldn't kill him and Vlad III, he could make them suffer.

But so what? The effect of the electric bead has been tested, and the desire to fight has been satisfied, so why should he be reluctant to leave?

What's more -

"The shadow of destruction is approaching."

Under the cover of the night, except for the gradually healing piercing wound on his shoulder, Shuoyue's feet were not affected by the causal law of "falling at the touch", and they were still agile.

Shuoyue, who has the skill of "dual existence", still has the entity of the master even if the body of the servant is broken up, and will not be affected by Astolfo's war spear.

As for why he let the black side go so readily, it was naturally not only because of his good disciple, but also because the plan had been advanced to the next stage.

Similarly, this was also an action hidden from Lingxia and Altria.

"It's your turn to attack next, little Jack." Shuoyue whispered, and the girl on his left arm whispered back.

"Yes, I know, Mom, this is a secret between us, I won't tell Tolia's mom and Lingxia's mom."

"So good, but I still hope you can call me dad..."

"Hehe, mom is mom~~"

The golden electric bead on his chest flickered, and the assassin left the battlefield.

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When Sieg found the paladin she cared about and fought with him, where was Joan of Arc, who set out with her, now?

"What...!?"

Even the Ruler, who had obtained all the servants' knowledge when he was summoned, was speechless when he saw that look.

"Hmm? Ru over there, is it the black servant... It shouldn't be. Hmm, is it Ruler?"

The refreshing voice like a cool breeze, and the light body also reminded people of leaves swaying in the wind.

Turning her body in the air, a emerald girl landed beside Jeanne. In her hand was a large bow that was totally out of place for her body.

"Is it the Red Archer?"

Jeanne immediately became alert to her. This was natural because she had been attacked by the Red Archer before.

However, the Red Archer, Atalanta, who had left the battlefield of the New Moon and resumed her actions under the command of Amakusa, looked at the blonde girl with surprise and said:

"Why, you are the Judge? Can't you even tell who you should be alert to now?"

"... No, of course I understand."

Feeling that there was no murderous intent in Ta-Meow's words, Jeanne relaxed her vigilance a little, raised her head, and looked up at the giant figure as tall as a mountain.

That's right, she is not the one who should be most alert now.

"The second Berserker for the Black side, Spartacus..."

Because he was captured by the Black side, he was forcibly exchanged with his Master's Servant, which means that although he is now a Red Berserker, he is an enemy of the Red side.

This alone is not a problem. In the Holy Grail War, it is not impossible for one's own Servant to become an enemy.

But——

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

Is this really possible? Jeanne thought it was a hill at first. Then, the thought of "Could it be a pile of corpses" came to her mind. In the end, she had to deny these thoughts and draw a conclusion.

"Spartacus... huh."

"Well, I really didn't expect it to be this bad. The more I attack him, the stronger he becomes. I have completely forgotten his human appearance. As expected of a Berserker, I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

As if feeling helpless, Tame sighed as the person involved.

After realizing that the fight at the New Moon was not for her, Atalanta took on the task of restraining the mad Berserker Spartacus under Amakusa's instructions, and then led him all the way to Jeanne.

It was a monster-like Servant. If it was just huge, Jeanne would certainly not be speechless.

The reason why she was so shocked that she couldn't speak was because of Spartacus' current state. He had a total of eight arms, three of which had no bones in the joints. It looked like an octopus, but once it was swung, it should be able to smash the enemy like a whip.

The legs were as thick as old tree trunks, and they had countless legs like insects. It was probably because it couldn't support the huge body with just two legs, so it shared the weight in this way.

The head was almost completely sunken into the neck, and the upper and lower jaws of dinosaurs protruded outward from the shoulder.

Crying Warmonger.

It's more like a cursed weapon than a treasure, Jeanne thought.

He's still alive, he's still moving, and more importantly... he's still looking for battlefields and victories.

He converts part of the damage he receives into magic power, and accumulates it to improve his own abilities, which probably includes healing abilities. He receives damage, converts it into magic power to improve his own abilities, and heals himself at the same time. There is no room for the Master to intervene.

The problem is that the speed of his cycle is too fast, and his body is out of the normal range due to the loss of control of healing. Even so, his physical ability continues to improve with the increase in the number of injuries, and as a result, his body gradually becomes an alien.

The simplest standard to measure the strength of humans is height and weight. Because even among the beings called Heroic Spirits, most of them - basically have human appearance.

However, this rebellious gladiator completely abandoned that understanding. Eight arms are stronger than two arms; if the weight has increased to the point where the legs can't support it, just add a few more legs.

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The more hurt and suffering one suffers, the closer one will be to victory - for a Berserker with such faith, this level of situation is probably just a piece of cake.

"Is it there?!"

The five eyeballs on his shoulders, neck and abdomen were all staring at Atalanta and Jeanne at the same time. Sensing the danger, the two separated to the left and right as if they were electrocuted. Spartacus didn't care at all and released a full-strength attack forward.

The earth that was blown away and shattered attacked the two girls like a grenade.

"Gu!"

"Wu..."

The stones and rocks scratched the skin of the two, and Jeanne even damaged part of her armor. If it weren't for the attack accompanied by magic, the Servant would never be injured. However, the fist that Spartacus swung was infused with overflowing magic, and even the stones and rocks that were shattered by it were contaminated.

This is the same as the servant throwing a dagger. Of course, the phenomenon that magic spreads to the stone shattered by the sword is also an unprecedented experience for Jeanne.

"Well, it seems that you are also involved this time. Sorry, Ruler."

Jeanne shook her head slowly in response to Ta-Meow's apology.

"No, this kind of trivial matter is also often encountered... However, from a standpoint, I can't be hostile to him. After all, the scope currently involved is only this battlefield."

"Well, actually, I have no objection to this, but--"

The emerald green girl looked at Ruler with a bitter expression, and felt the sudden chill that swept through her body, and Jeanne couldn't help but tighten her expression.

"Because of the order from the Master, I should retreat."

"Um, is it--"

After sighing, Ta-Meow patted the Saint Lady's shoulder as if to comfort her.

"I'm really sorry, I'll leave it to you next."

"Wait--"

The red Archer Atalanta is one of the heroes known for his agility in Greek mythology. Her running speed is so fast that even Jeanne can't match it.

"Ah!"

Looking at the girl's back, Jeanne retracted her subconscious hand and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Stop right there, you tama!

The shaking of the earth forced Jeanne to look away. She looked up with grievance and saw a strange hero in front of her... no, a head. And what's worse is that he has locked his eyes on Jeanne.

Yes, Spartacus is a fighter who rebels against all powers. In this sense, even if the other party is a judge, it is no exception.

At this point, Jeanne recalled the fear of being dominated by the giants (bushi) again.

"... I was tricked."

Atalanta had no hostility. However, the master seemed to have a different opinion.

The "person" that he had to meet had already arrived at the aerial fortress. How should he catch up with him... If only he had wings that could fly into the sky.

But staying here means that he must fight the monster in front of him. Should he activate his privilege?

No. Unless he is ordered to die, he will not stop, but as a judge, she cannot arbitrarily decide the life and death of an innocent servant. Should she retreat? That is hardly the right choice. She has a hunch that once she leaves this battlefield, something will inevitably happen.

In this case, there is only one choice left.

"Delay time... huh?"

Since she has lost the options of retreat and attack, the only action Jeanne can take now is defense. As long as she insists on defending, I am afraid that the black or red servants will come to repel him.

That is a completely wishful speculation, and the worst case scenario is that neither the black or red party will come to help her, but just wait and watch the show.

It feels like everyone has become an enemy. Faced with this situation that ordinary people would probably be scared to the point of shivering, Jeanne misses it very much.

Laughing, hating, fooling - despite bearing all this alone, her faith has not wavered in the slightest. For her, who does not even have a master who fights side by side with her, loneliness is a common thing.

"...No, it can't be considered lonely."

Although there was no evidence, Joan of Arc inexplicably believed that as long as she called out the man's name, the young man would definitely come from afar and reach out to her - if she wanted her to continue fighting, this was enough.

The red Berserker roared, coming - Joan of Arc raised the holy flag and prepared to fight.

The moment before the heavy punch fell, the girl's holy flag blocked it. Two huge whip arms followed closely, but they were still blocked and pushed away, but there was another arm hidden behind!

"Woo--!!"

Being hit directly, her body was instantly knocked away, rolling on the ground for several circles. Fortunately, the dragon tooth soldiers who were ordered to kill her became cushions to reduce the impact for her. As a price for resisting the impact, three dragon tooth soldiers were smashed in succession. If there were no cushions, I would probably be knocked to the edge of the battlefield. That was a move that could only be made with powerful and incredible strength and constantly accumulated magic power.

No, that just now... can it really be considered a trick?

Joan of Arc wiped the blood from her lips after she stood up again. Even though she had been through hundreds of battles, she had never seen such a strange monster in the Hundred Years' War between England and France. If she was hit by that blow just now without any defense, she would probably be close to death.

As if seeing through her hesitation, countless beams of light suddenly poured down from the sky.

"What!?"

Those seven-colored beams of light, which would even make people feel beautiful if they were not on the battlefield, were not aimed at her -

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!?"

It was a howl mixed with depression and joy. The monster immediately began to heal the cut flesh because of the damage. However, even the rebellious hero Spartacus was probably almost at his limit.

... No, in fact, he had already exceeded his limit. He kept enduring, kept enduring, enduring all the suffering and pain, and then he just had to release it.

Instantly, Jeanne understood the intention of the red side that shot out the beam of light from the sky and Spartacus' own goal.

He let out a deafening roar, and his target was the oppressor and his subordinates, which means -

"Are you going to destroy everything on this battlefield!!!"

There will be another update in ten minutes.

I wrote about 10,000 words on the train, I am worthy of it (proud)!