Chapter 473: An Isolated Utopia

Although the Red Team was not immune to Spartacus's indiscriminate killing, they could move to the floating fortress, to a place that the Berserkers could not reach.

As for the Dragon Fang Soldiers, they were just miscellaneous soldiers to them, and they certainly did not care about the lives of these man-made creatures.

The problem was with the Black Team. I'm afraid this was also an unexpected situation for them. Who could have expected that "Roar of the Flawed Beast" would be such a bad treasure?

The huge amount of mana accumulated and his body that had deteriorated during the accumulation process had probably long since broken free from the constraints of the contract. For Spartacus, a rebellious hero, even in normal conditions, two Command Seals must be consumed to make him obey orders. As for the current situation, I'm afraid that even if the Command Seals were used up, it would not be possible.

Yes, that is to say, the Gladiator would never stop. Assuming that he used all his strength to attack the next time, the killing range would probably affect the entire battlefield, and even the Mirenia Fortress located between the city and the battlefield would not be spared.

So, what should be done? In distress, Joan of Arc received a revelation. If I had to say it, it was transmitted through ‘revelation’, similar to the feeling of mutual resonance.

“What is this?!”

The girl looked into the distance with a face full of astonishment, and caught an object in her vision, that is, a blonde, beautiful woman.

Her skin is soft and white, with a shawl of golden hair and green pupils, and a face that is very pretty without makeup.

If the pair of emerald pupils are replaced with purple, this description can also be used on myself.

There is no other reason, the two of them look too similar. For a moment, Joan of Arc even thought she was her long-lost sister.

“You, you are…”

“No need to say more.”

The girl exuding a dignified and holy temperament came forward, first took a deep look at the stunned Joan of Arc’s chest…, and then looked up at the increasingly dangerous ‘giant bomb’.

“It seems that Shuoyue’s calculation is not wrong, and it is worth it for me to leave other things and come here.”

Calculation? Other things? … Shuoyue?

Element detection!

"Wait, you said Shuoyue?"

Even though there was a crisis ahead, Jeanne was clearly delighted. She clasped her hands together, and her amethyst-like eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Excuse me, where is he now? Is he doing well? Was he injured in the battle? Oh, and... are you sent by him to help me?"

"..." Altria closed her eyes, looking at the expectant and anxious Saint Lady, and inexplicably had a strong sense of déjà vu.

It seems that I often have this idea...but I have always kept it in my heart and never said it so bluntly.

No matter what form Shuoyue Qing is in, he is so likable.

Sighing helplessly, Altria replied without emotion: "He's fine, nothing, yes."

"Huh... That's good." Jeanne patted her plump chest, and her cheeks soon turned red again, "Ah, that, that's not what I meant, I just asked as a routine question as a judge, not out of curiosity or concern..."

She's so cute, even I like her a little bit.

Looking at the girl who looked very similar to herself, Altria's expression eased a little, patted her shoulder, and then stood in front of Jeanne.

"Leave the rest to me, as a judge, it's not your duty to protect the black side, but mine."

Accompanying the Knight King's declarative words, the blue-gold scabbard emerged.

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Nine years-and living together with him in the most sentimental youth.

He is both a father and a teacher; both a brother and a good friend. As the son of a hero, blessed by the gods of Olympus, and admired by the soldiers at a young age, there are very few people who can be called friends or teachers.

And Chiron is undoubtedly one of them. He is the most trustworthy person to him, comparable to his good friend Patroclus.

However, the hero is now standing in front of him in order to seek the Holy Grail.

As the Archer of the black side, as an enemy, as a rival who fights with him -

"I'm going to fight, teacher."

"That's unnecessary, Red Rider."

Achilles, who was a little shrunk, immediately cheered up and stabbed with his spear after being responded to by the opponent's harsh words. The two began to fight within the distance where they could talk, that is, this was the scene of the archer approaching and the cavalry attacking.

Although he felt a little guilty, the tip of the spear was still pointed sharply at the heart of the other party. However, the sage of the forest took a step forward towards the direction of the spear with fearless bravery.

Achilles, who is known for his swift foot, has a spear skill that is good enough to be summoned as a Lancer. Normally, any archer would be easily pierced through the heart.

However, Achilles forgot the most fatal point.

The spear tip did not pierce the heart, but passed by Chiron.

"What?!"

"Have you forgotten, Rider? Who gave you this spear and taught you the basics of spearmanship?"

Chiron's words had a huge impact on Achilles. Indeed, as he said, his spear skills were not honed by his own way, but the foundation learned from his master Chiron. In addition, this spear was originally a gift from Chiron to his father Peleus to celebrate his parents' wedding, so he also knew the attack range of this spear.

Archer then showed another amazing skill. As he took a step forward, he had already loaded the arrow on the bowstring. It was a rapid shot, an unavoidable attack from zero distance.

"——You will die, Rider?"

Chiron aimed at the opponent's skull and shot the arrow without hesitation. Achilles reflexively dodged by bending his waist and leaning back. With incredible speed, he barely escaped from this life-and-death crisis.

Pain came from his chest. Facing the enemy's kick, Achilles lost his balance and was kicked away, and then hit the tree hard. At the moment of distance, the arrow chasing him came after him.

A part of Achilles' mind changed. He gritted his teeth, looked at the 'enemy' with a resolute look, and rushed forward towards the arrows. While dodging the arrows with a forward leaning posture, he immediately raised his spear and launched a sweeping attack - it was dodged.

An inexplicable joy surged in his heart. He roared and continued to swing his spear. Chiron dodged the spear attack that was like a burst of bullets, and cleverly adjusted the distance while putting the arrow on the string.

Archers cannot engage in close combat. Once they enter the attack range of the spear, they can win - this shallow idea of ​​his previous is really stupid. The opponent is Chiron. Not only himself, but also Hercules, Jason, Castor, Asclepius and other heroes as numerous as stars have received his teachings. He is a veritable great sage.

Only under close conditions can they barely tie. Under this premise, if he does not use all his skills to launch an attack with all his strength, then he will definitely lose!

The dashing spearmen flexibly used forward thrusts, sweeps, feints and other moves to launch a fierce attack on the sage. The archers sometimes dodged, sometimes blocked with bows, and sometimes even used a combination of fists and feet. Once they saw an opportunity, they drew their bows and shot arrows.

Achilles was sniped at zero distance, and even if he tried his best to dodge, he was inevitably injured. Even the flesh blessed by the gods was defenseless in the face of attacks with the same "divinity".

All of his attacks were seen through by the opponent, because all his basics came from Chiron's teachings. Including postures and timing of thrusts, and even sweeps and other moves.

- Don't be confused by him.

He did teach the basics. However, after joining the battle since youth, I did not rely solely on these basics to win. I have various applied skills, and I have found a way out in desperate situations. I have fought with many heroes and have constantly honed my skills.

In various battles, in various crisis situations, how did I find a way out? Oh, for example, at that time-

Achilles's movements changed. He did not use basic skills and overwhelming speed to force a breakthrough, but began to add various wonderful changes to his moves.

Just as he saw him suddenly let go of the gun, the next moment the cavalry kicked Chiron in the face with his ankle, which was originally his fatal weakness.

First, he kicked the falling gun with his foot, then jumped into the air to catch the gun, and at the same time swung the gun at the target. The tip of the gun rubbed Archer's neck, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Ouch!!"

Chiron couldn't help but pull away. As if to say "how", Achilles, who had regained his senses, turned his spear casually.

The two people's eyes crossed each other, and they both showed fearless smiles.

"-Well, you really have the strength to become a heroic spirit."

"Of course. Unlike you who only teach others, I have experienced countless battlefields."

I have fought with many heroes, fought each other, and even had soul exchanges. It was indeed from Chiron that he learned the basics. But the piles of corpses accumulated in battles were also an indisputable fact for Achilles.

"Oh, that's great. After all, it's not easy to kill your own students unilaterally."

Archer said with a smile, and Rider smiled back with a sad smile.

He had completely thrown away the hesitation of fighting with his mentor, and now all he had was the joy of fighting with a strong man.

Achilles was hesitating - should he shorten the distance or increase the distance. Although according to common sense, shortening the distance to launch an offensive is the most reasonable approach, but now it may be time to abandon this conventional idea.

The spear he held was originally a weapon with the main purpose of throwing, a weapon that existed to break through all defenses and penetrate the chest of the hero. Chiron knew the terrifying part of this spear better than anyone else, after all, the gift was from him.

So, what should he do?

The two people's eyes crossed. Red Rider and Black Archer - each watched each other's every move, thinking about their next move.

Achilles smiled, and Chiron smiled too. There was indeed a bond between the two. Mentor and disciple, friends who trusted each other from the bottom of their hearts - the strong "joy" that could still be felt even after putting aside this relationship, was indeed in the hearts of the two.

Unfortunately, fate did not want them to decide the outcome so quickly, including life and death.

"Sorry, Rider, to disturb you at a critical moment."

"Archer, I'm sorry, but you have to come back."

The voices of the two masters sounded at the same time.

"Spartacus is going to self-destruct, Assassin will teleport you back to the courtyard before that."

"Red Berserker is accumulating a very strong power, Chiron, I hope you can return to the fortress immediately."

After the speech, Achilles and Chiron looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"It seems that this time is the end. Well done, Achilles."

"Teacher Chiron, too. Next time, I must shoot you with the gun you gave me before you shoot me!"

After leaving each other the blessings of warriors and master and apprentice, the teleportation array surrounded Achilles, and Chiron accelerated his pace and rushed towards the Mirenia Fortress.

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Karna was thinking.

The many battles he had experienced so far and praised in mythology - it is no exaggeration to assert that he had done his best in every battle. He never reserved his strength, nor did he underestimate any opponent.

...But, in the end, it was also his best efforts within the limits.

——Just like in the past, at the request of his mother, he promised not to fight anyone other than Arjuna, the third son of the five Pandava brothers.

I always feel that my past battles have been bound by multiple invisible chains.

God's curse, God's blessing, Bushido, or perhaps the affection between people.

Of course, because that is survival, and the fate of fighting as a warrior.

Sometimes it turns into strength, and sometimes it becomes a burden.

However, no matter what, it is undoubtedly redundant... Yes, the battles in the past all had clear purposes, to win the victory for the king Nandi who served him, and to bring defeat to the five Pandava brothers.

... No, more importantly, to defeat Arjuna.

Fight with his brother who has the same blood as him - and then win.

That is also a heavy fate that should be called a yoke.

But now it is not.

The expectation of me who was summoned to the world as a servant was simply strength, and there was only a pure promise between warriors.

Fight.

Fight each other, and seek victory by pure strength competition. This is an extremely simple and beautiful way of fighting.

Of course, I do not deny the fact that there is a battle only when there is a destiny. There are stories in all lives that must fight various battles.

However, it has nothing to do with that kind of thing - the pure and innocent fight between each other, but it unexpectedly makes me feel refreshed and comfortable.

Could it be that my instinct as a hungry wolf has been stimulated?

The divine spear in his hand had the precision to penetrate a needle hole, and the gorgeous flames continued to burn the surroundings.

If this is not full strength, then what is full strength?

...Yes, facing his full strength, the warrior named Siegfried resisted like a rock.

That is undoubtedly something worth admiring, and his superb skills have undoubtedly reached the realm of God on par with him.

More importantly -

The fantasy sword that Siegfried swung with a roar was a weapon forged by the little people (Nibelungen) with magical skills. The holy sword that is infinitely close to the magic sword, the dusk-colored sword energy generated from the gem sealed in the gem, contains powerful magic that even Karna has to be wary of.

Not only that, Siegfried's movements are as fierce as if he has unlimited physical strength.

The dragon blood bathing transformed the essence of the dragon slayer, allowing him to possess the power of the dragon while his soul still shines with the glory of a human.

The so-called dragon slayer is the one who conquers the dragon with human will and dominates the dragon's existence.

If Karna's spear is pointing at the sun, then the sword in Sieg's hand is the dusk that makes all life palpitate.

With a fierce momentum that completely disregards his own life, dusk tightly bites the scorching sun in the sky--! !

At the moment of pulling away, the gem of the sword flashed with brilliance, and Karna suddenly felt a tremor similar to joy suddenly passing through his back.

"Take it, Lancer!"

Facing the dusk-colored magic light attacking him, Karna immediately cut it with his magic spear, the atmosphere made a mournful sound, and the space was constantly shaking. It was an overwhelming magic collision that almost made people vomit.

Even if he was facing a powerful and physically terrifying dragon slayer, Karna was still confident, because he had an overwhelming victory due to some factors other than fighting.

That is-unrestrained autonomy!

"Brahmastra, cover the earth!"

"Hmm!"

Flames rose from the enemy's eyes, burning fiercely, burning the surrounding air, and even leaving a swaying and dazzling tail. Siegfried, sensing the danger, hastily drew his sword, but it was too late. The red lotus-like beam broke through the obstacles and pierced his left abdomen!

The evil dragon blood armor has been broken through!

The flesh and blood on his left abdomen was torn apart and burned, and he felt a strange pain. Siegfried was not aware of the pain, and he just looked at the golden sun floating in the air, without concealing the admiration in his eyes.

The emotions that had been consumed in the crushing victories one after another are being awakened bit by bit in this desperate fight.

So, once again violating the shackles of his master, the Dutch dragon slayer showed a fearless smile and spoke.

"Have you decided to open up your Noble Phantasm, Lancer on the red side?"

"Exactly, but the wounds are still here and there - it seems that this immortal blade alone is not enough to kill you."

Karna looked at the wound, which was just a bloody hole, and calmly came to the conclusion:

"My Noble Phantasm and your Fantasy Great Sword are evenly matched. Even if they can barely break through, a blow that almost cancels each other will not have the power to knock you down."

Karna's statement is absolutely correct. If it were a collision between Noble Phantasms, the power would be basically evenly divided. Under this premise, the two really fit together in every sense.

However, a man as proud as Karna would completely eliminate this possibility.

"Therefore, I must use a blow with absolute destructive power that will neither equal nor be offset."

"--Have it?"

The son of Surya, the hero who gave alms nodded in affirmation. It was an agreement without any pretense, simply pointing out the facts. And just when he was about to further expand the Noble Phantasm, just like Archer and Rider elsewhere, Saber and Lancer here also received the Master's communication.

"……I see."

"It's a pity, but I'm still looking forward to the third round."

Faced with Karna's frank expression, Siegfried put away his sword and found that his palms were soaked with sweat.

Does this respectable enemy have the same little gaffe?

Thinking like this, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Well, I'm waiting for your arrival at any time."

Riders and bows, swords and spears, plus the Archduke and Astolfo who have already returned, the war between the black and red sides has come to an end. Faced with the last soul and final rebellion of Berserker Spartacus, no one dares to Look away from this.

The two sister adjudicators who were at the forefront of the crisis were staring into the sky in unison.

"That is--!"

What was released and scattered in front of Jeanne's eyes was the unique sheath of the holy sword.

It is made of the most advanced mysterious fabric and is capable of deflecting all kinds of damage.

Not to defend, but to block.

The wall of the Fairyland that isolates filth, this world, and the world.

Those who are protected will be isolated from all laws in the world.

His real name is——

“Avalon, a secluded place in the world!!!”

Brahmastra, covering the earth (Brahmastra)

Original text: Brahma よ, 地をcover え (ブラフマーストラ)

Level: Unknown

Type: Anti-army Noble Phantasm

Scope: unknown

Biggest catch: Unknown

An anti-army weapon given to Karna by the Brahmin axe-wielding Rama (Parashurama).

If the class is Archer, it will be a bow, and if the class is Archer, it will appear as other flying items. By chanting the name of the god Brahma, he can track the enemy and definitely hit the target, but due to the curse, he cannot use it against opponents who are stronger than himself.