Chapter 476 Sun, the New Moon that Obeys Death and Takes Action

Compared to the extremely happy Black side, the Red side in the courtyard looked gloomy.

Especially Amakusa, who was in charge. Although he looked calm, the Queen could feel the anxiety conveyed by his clenched fists.

This plan was made by Amakusa himself to release the power of Red Berserker in this battlefield and let the Black side reap what it sowed. He carefully analyzed the Black side's lineup, Heroic Spirits and Noble Phantasms, and chose this seemingly risky action after confirming that there was no danger.

And his decision was almost a great success. Spartacus could not reach the courtyard of the sky, and could only rage helplessly on the battlefield. He was restrained by several Heroic Spirits in succession, and his life was constantly wasted. After being fueled by the Queen, he had no choice but to self-destruct. His self-destruction would cause an unimaginable blow to the Black side's defense line, and the Red side could also use this opportunity to break into the Black side's hinterland and seize the Holy Grail that symbolizes victory...

But all this was reversed by the Black side's Assassin.

Even if he couldn't see through Black Assassin's real name like Sakutsuki, how could Amakusa not recognize the Noble Phantasm she released?

"Avalon, King Arthur..."

The replica of the cloak projected by Sakutsuki was lifted up in the shock wave, and Altria's beautiful face was reflected in the image. When the red servants were amazed at King Arthur's identity and gender, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on another person present, a girl whose real name had been exposed in Sighisoara.

Red Saber, Mordred.

Rebellious knight, the culprit who destroyed Britain.

So how did such a beautiful woman like King Arthur give birth to a son...daughter? Could it be that Guinevere is a man? But if that's the case, then Lancelot is...

Wow, I'm inexplicably excited.

Everyone has a gossipy heart, especially the well-known legend of King Arthur. Even Karna raised his eyes slightly, wondering what kind of chaos the British noble circle could be in addition to the complicated relationships of his own family.

"Saber..."

Lion Jie called in a low voice. Since he was also on the battlefield, he was also transported here by the Queen's indiscriminate teleportation. However, he didn't feel at ease. The Queen occasionally glanced at him as if she was looking at a piece of bread, which clearly showed that she had bad intentions.

Not to mention that the big bomb of Spartacus was approaching here.

Mordred did not respond to the Master's call. She silently stared at the familiar father in the picture, and was absent-minded for a long time.

Holy Spear, Holy Sword, now even the scabbard is brought together?

If Altria still had the scabbard, Mordred would never launch a rebellion anyway, and there must be a limit to seeking death.

So... in this Holy Grail War, she is destined to be unable to defeat her father.

After realizing this, the girl's posture collapsed for a moment, but she soon straightened her back and stared at Altria's serious face with a piercing gaze. There was an unyielding flame burning in her lion-like green eyes.

When the holy sword was pressed against her throat, she was considered dead - it was just death, there was nothing to be afraid of! In comparison, she wanted to know why Altria let her go!

Her intuition seemed to have a response. Although it was hazy, it inexplicably made Mordred excited, as if there was some extremely precious answer hidden in her father's act of letting her go.

She must see her father again and ask her for clarification!

"Ahem, I don't think it's time to chat now." The empress was speechless about these big-hearted heroes. They were typical sons who sold their father's land without feeling sorry for it. They relied on their ability to transform into spirits to avoid attacks and did not take Spartacus's self-explosion seriously.

She worked overtime day and night to build such a big guy. If it was gone on the day of completion, she might as well jump from the courtyard first!

"Anyway, can anyone stop Spartacus' attack?"

After all, he is the leader of the Red Team, so face should be given. So the heroes of the Red Team looked at each other and finally agreed to communicate.

"Can't be saved." By Shakespeare.

"No hope." By Atalanta.

"Wait for death." By Mordred.

"Hey, you guys!"

The three-combo of quality almost pissed off the Empress to death. She stared at the three guys with hatred, and Sabita Miao Xiaomo also looked back with innocent eyes.

What, do you expect a writer who is powerless/an archer who only knows how to tell tales/a swordsman whose treasure is stolen from his father's treasure house to have any defensive means?

It's better to believe that Dai Mao eats three meals a day!

Before Semiramis got angry, Amakusa finally calmed down and looked at the other three servants: "What about you? Do you have any ideas?"

Sakutsuki shook his head decisively, Achilles hesitated for a moment, and also said that he was powerless: "Although I have a shield... but it is more than enough to protect myself, I can't protect such a large courtyard."

Heroes disdain to lie, so everyone crossed out Sakutsuki and Achilles, and the last hope fell on the hero of charity, the top 1 combat power of the red side, Karna.

Gala Amon, save us!

And the little sun did not disappoint everyone, and made a decision after pondering for a moment.

"As long as we can resist Spartacus's attack, we can even use no defense, right?"

"You mean-" Amakusa certainly knew what Karna meant, he said in a deep voice, "Have you made up your mind?"

"If you want to protect this place, this is the only way."

Although everyone didn't understand the riddle between the two, they also understood that Karna had taken on the problem, so they all breathed a sigh of relief and prepared themselves under Amakusa's instructions.

Only the Empress and Shakespeare remained in the king's room.

"Caster, now that there are only you and me, I want to ask a question first."

"Ah, I also want to ask something clearly. Then please ask first, Your Majesty the Empress."

"What are you planning?"

The Empress maintained a charming smile, but stared at Shakespeare with cold emotions in her eyes, which was very similar to a snake that had set its sights on its prey.

Then, facing such a look, Caster did not break out in a cold sweat at all, but only responded with an inexplicable expression. He also had extraordinary courage. Although he had no weapons or even magic, he still encouraged his three-inch invincible tongue.

"Nothing. As I said before, I just want to watch over the Master... Shirou Kotomine's illusory and grand dream."

Get the Holy Grail and redeem the world.

The best writer in history stared at the saint who tried to take on the evil of this world with a sharper gaze than a gun.

"Humph, you are indeed such a person, storyteller. His dream is indeed as fragile as a glass craft, and far away. There are countless hardships and obstacles on the road, and even whether these hardships can be overcome is an unknown. But-assuming that our Master overcomes all the hardships and finally reaches the goal..."

That can only be called a miracle. The dream that Amakusa told them is a topic that ordinary people will laugh at as funny, and only abnormal people will seriously discuss.

"The role you play will no longer exist in this world."

"This is not only me, but also you, no, all the heroic spirits are the same!"

However, the empress shook her head and denied Shakespeare's words.

"I'm different. I have my own role. Otherwise, I wouldn't agree with his plan."

"I see, is that so? Well, it's true that once the Master's dream comes true, there will be no need to write stories in this world. But - the process of developing to that point is an outstanding story. It is simply a masterpiece that cannot be achieved even if countless typewriters are assigned to countless monkeys. It is unprecedented and unparalleled! If I can write such a work, I will naturally have no regrets."

"...It seems to make sense."

Perhaps because Shakespeare's expressiveness is too abundant, Semiramis suddenly frowned, but still did not change her puzzled expression. In fact, her doubts were caused by the incident when Shakespeare let Berserker Spartacus go.

If Amakusa's plan goes well, this man might deliberately create some suffering... No, or he has already started preparing.

"Assassin, how are those masters doing?"

The Master's thoughts were transmitted along the causal line, and Semiramis immediately gave a reply: "If nothing unexpected happens, we can control them again tonight."

Although for unknown reasons, some masters suddenly broke free from the control of the poison, Semiramis was the Queen after all, and it took her just over a day to control the situation - from the accident to now, the Red Servant was just kept in the dark.

However, is everything really as the Queen thought?

The creeping shadow...at least some beings lurking among the kings and in the absolute control of the Queen don't think so. After Semiramis responded, she seemed to have received the same order and wandered in a certain direction.

"Are you there, Shuoyue? I can feel your presence."

The Queen suddenly spoke, and after a moment of silence between the kings, the light and shadow in the corner flowed, and the assassin took off Hades' cloak and looked at Semiramis who was on the top calmly:

"What's the matter?"

"I know you have many secrets, but the current situation does not allow you to disguise yourself." The Queen tapped the back of the chair and said meaningfully, "Wait until the impact of Spartacus is over, I need you to do something..."

When Shuoyue and the Queen were conspiring between the kings, Karna had arrived at the front of the courtyard - just like approaching the sun, the heat of destruction dried up the stream in the courtyard, and even the flowers and plants withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Sun Wheel Armor offset most of the impact, but it still blew up Karna's white hair. He looked at the deformed meat that was coming towards them little by little, almost ready to explode, with a calm look in his eyes, without sorrow, nor sadness or joy.

Even the great hero Karna did not hold a gun from the beginning.

He was originally a warrior who drove a chariot and shot arrows with a bow, and won people's praise as a warrior with the characteristics of both an Archer and a Rider. Of course, this does not mean that he does not know how to use a spear and a sword.

So, why was Karna summoned to the rank of Lancer?

...Before the final battle with the five Pandava brothers, that is, with Arjuna, a Brahmin monk visited Karna, who had become the commander-in-chief of the Duryodhana army.

Then, the monk asked Karna, who was bathing, for the golden armor.

The monk had no need to use the golden armor. However, Karna had made a vow while bathing that he would give the monk whatever he wanted.

Knowing this vow, the great god Indra, who was incarnated as a Brahman monk, asked Karna for the golden armor. After all, the five Pandava brothers were actually his sons. Indra, who was very clear about Karna's strength, did not want to see Arjuna die in his hands.

As a result, the hero, Karna, who also knew all this in advance, immediately stripped off the golden armor that was fused to his body and gave it to Indra.

Indra witnessed his noble actions and felt deeply ashamed of his behavior, so he presented him with a gun.

In exchange for the golden armor, Karna got the strongest gun that was said to kill even gods.

It was because of this gun that Karna was recognized as the strongest spearman in this war.

And now, the gun is finally going to show its true colors.

"What...!?"

Achilles, who was watching out of curiosity, was horrified. Atalanta and Mordred, who were not far away, also had their hair standing on end and looked up in disbelief.

Under the astonished eyes of the crowd, the 'Immortal Blade' disappeared. At the same time, Karna's immortal body - the armor like a golden sun disk peeled off one by one from the thin man.

Blood seeped out from it, and Karna's expression could vaguely see the pain he suffered. However, what attracted everyone's attention more than that was the brand new gun in his hand.

The sacred and gorgeous appearance made people feel that the top treasure "Immortal Blade" he just used was just a toy.

I am afraid that only by forging it with thunderous lightning and tempering it with thousands of divine powers can such a divine object be created - the majesty of that gun will naturally make people sigh like this.

"The God-killing Spear obtained at the cost of golden armor..." At some point, Shuoyue was already standing beside Atalanta. He stared at Karna holding the divine spear, and did not hide his envy and fighting spirit in his tone. "This is the reason why Karna wants to reach the top, and it is his most powerful weapon."

The flame dancing like a red lotus lit up Shuoyue's eyes. He looked at Karna, who was wrapped in flames and looked like a god, and couldn't help licking his dry lips. The golden orb on his chest was beating with lightning.

As a warrior, who doesn't want to fight with Karna who has the strongest spear?

But as an Assassin, he is first a strategist who will do anything to win, and then a warrior who advocates struggle.

So-although it is a pity, please use this meaningless shot, Karna.

Sacrifice for the righteousness of the blue side, and give up your immortal body for my victory.

If there is a chance in the future, I will put everything aside and enjoy your supreme blow——

Under the gaze of the new moon, the son of Surya, the hero of charity finally took a step forward, speaking the true name of the treasure:

"Understand the mercy of the king of gods."

"Extinction, stab here."

"Indra, watch carefully."

The supreme treasure that exceeds the limit blooms brilliantly here!

"Burn thoroughly——O sun, submit to death (Vasavishakti)!"

As Karna stepped forward and stabbed the divine spear, two huge energies collided, and the space rolled up a storm like crazy. Even if it was far away, it could be felt that facing the desperate blow of the red Berserker, Karna had an overwhelming advantage. Although the gladiator resisted with all his life, his light still could not touch the noble red Lancer.

Feeling unwilling? But this is the right that heroes have. They desperately survived and tried hard to engrave their names in history. No matter whether it was the power granted by God or the power obtained through cultivation, their trajectory could not be imitated by anyone, nor could anyone surpass it.

So, at the cost of Karna giving up the golden armor, the crisis of the Red side was resolved!

"In other words, it's my turn, right?"

Shuoyue muttered, recalling the conversation between the empress and him, and also stepped forward, passed Karna, and looked at the distant Black side base.

The Romanian Fortress, like a dormant giant beast, looked at the black robe above the courtyard vigilantly.

And Shuoyue, under the puzzled eyes of others, closed his eyes.

The electric bead on his chest absorbed the magic power left after the wave, and converted it into Shuoyue's own. The assassin closed his eyes and recalled the long-lost record obtained by connecting with the main body.

Then, a light ball that jumped like a pixel appeared in his hand, and the projection unfolded-

Casting began!