My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 416 Bow and Spear, vs. Sword Crusade

"Red" Berserker, Spartacus.

He was a Roman gladiator slave, but one day he escaped with seventy-eight companions. He was a hero who defeated a pursuing force of about 3,000 men and caused slave armed forces from all over the country to swarm into action. Although he was eventually betrayed by the pirates he had trusted for a long time and was cut into pieces by the Roman army, he had won consecutive battles before that. He was indeed always the hope for the weak slave.

Hate all autocrats and ignite fighting spirit against all strong men. To protect the weak, care for the weak, and heal the weak. And most importantly, the Berserker who fights for rebellion is the Berserker.

"Speaking of which, Rider, what happened to your horse?"

"I'm here to obtain information. I can't give my own information to the other party instead, right? I won't use it this time."

"Huh... It doesn't matter if it's you. So, should I use a sword or a gun?"

For a third-rate hero, it takes a lot of effort just to use a weapon well, right? However, the 'red' Rider does not have such worries. He trusts the weapons in his hands more than the galloping chariot.

"Of course it's a gun."

Rider and Archer were still chasing Berserker relentlessly, walking straight and slowly, there was no way they could lose him.

"By the way, has Eldest Sister ever seen her Master?"

"...My name is Atalanta, don't call me eldest sister, Achilles."

The emerald green archer, like the embodiment of nature and wildness, easily called out the name of the "red" Rider.

"Hahaha, this is just a term of endearment, don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Atalanta glanced at him displeased.

How could she, who had been pursued countless times during her lifetime, not know what this ‘junior’ was thinking?

The heroes in Greek mythology all have this kind of virtue.

"I have not seen the Master. All I have seen is the priest who is the Master of Assassin." Putting aside distracting thoughts, Atalanta responded calmly.

Hearing this, Achilles also suppressed the smile on his face and spread his palms.

"The circuits are connected, and the orders were issued, but they just didn't show up... This is already an abnormal situation."

The masters on the red side were all bewitched by one person and turned into puppets - this kind of thing is hard to imagine even if they are as brave as Achilles and as strong as Atalanta, right?

"However, it makes sense for the magician to hide." Atalanta said calmly. She was not the kind of person who cared about her master. She grew up in the law of the jungle. Even if the master was killed, she would still suffer. Just come to the conclusion that 'it's just the jungle of the jungle'.

"...It always feels suspicious, that priest and Servant." Achilles muttered with confusion, "And I received news yesterday that the mysterious servant from the Magic Association also joined the red team. It is said that he is He severely damaged the 'Black' Lancer and activated the preparatory system for the Holy Grail War."

At this point, Achilles' nature was aroused and he was a little excited: "If possible, I really want to compete with him."

Suddenly, Atalanta raised her head and looked into the distance of the forest, her drooping animal ears suddenly stood upright.

Achilles stopped talking immediately: "What's wrong?"

Atalanta's emerald eyes flashed with blue light, and Archer's unique 'clairvoyance' penetrated the obstruction of the forest and saw the numerous servants coming in strange costumes.

"coming soon."

As he said these words, the two Servants summoned their respective weapons.

The gun summoned by Rider Achilles is very different in appearance from the gun of 'Red' Lancer. Karna's divine spear is a huge spear that relies on its sharp blade and super weight to cause damage. What Rider holds is a simple and solid gun designed for hand-to-hand combat.

Judging from its length and the way it can be easily held with one hand, it is probably a spear used for throwing.

Rider seems to want to challenge hand-to-hand combat without "riding". To be honest, this is foolhardy. However, his relaxed attitude is a good example of how heroic the hero whose real name is Achilles really is.

On the other hand, Archer summoned a bow that goes without saying. The black-painted Western bow that is longer than her height is said to be the Bow of the Sky given by the goddess of hunting (Artemis). His name was Tauropolos, an alias for the goddess Artemis, also known as the bull-slayer. It is truly a masterpiece worthy of an archer. There is nothing that cannot be shot through with it.

"Then Rider, I will retreat and we will cover Berserker with you." As the battle was about to begin, Atalanta also changed the names she addressed to her comrades. She immediately retreated and dived into the darkness of the forest. As a top-notch hunter, it was easy for her to integrate with the forest.

"Okay, next, let me give them a gentle massage."

After a while, two figures that were so clear that even Rider's eyes could catch them, slowly walked out of the depths of the forest.

"Ah... Saber and Berserker?" Judging from the breath and weapons, Achilles held his head high and had an unruly expression. "Oh, I was really underestimated. I actually wanted to solve the problem with just two knights. I……"

Suddenly, the warrior's madness and ferociousness covered the handsome face of the 'Red' Rider.

"There must be a limit to shame!"

It was clearly one versus two, but for this great hero, such numbers were simply not enough to break through his arrogance.

He has become accustomed to the murderous intent and hatred of his enemies. For a hero who is satisfied as long as he has unique friends and beloved women in the world, this level is like a breeze.

However, those who were confronting him were none other than arrogant heroic spirits. Berserker's moans became rough, and Saber raised her eyes in displeasure, but neither of them spoke, not only because they couldn't speak for various reasons, but also because Achilles said it wrong.

——This battle is not one versus two.

Hidden in the forest, Atalanta's cat ears trembled slightly, and the long bow locked on the 'black' Saber suddenly moved, locking on another figure walking out of the forest.

It was a servant wearing a black robe, covering her body. She poked out a white wrist from the black robe, and her slender fingertips made a grip, but to the naked eye, her hand was empty. One thing, only the air twists, refracts, and emits unusual fluctuations.

“‘Black’ Assassin…”

The arrogance disappeared from his face, Achilles frowned, clenched the gun in his hand, and assumed a very serious posture before the battle began.

Even though he couldn't see it, the warrior's intuition told him that the black-robed servant was holding a gun, and this mysterious gun——

Have the power to hurt him!

"Now, it's two against three." A clear female voice came from under the black robe. This mysterious servant calmly told the fact that even the 'Red' Archer was hiding in the forest.

"Well..." On the treetop in the distance, the emerald-green cat let out an irritable moan like exploding fur.

"Have you been discovered?" Atalanta smiled bitterly, and her hidden backhand was seen through. It was obvious that the enemy was better prepared.

However, for heroes, all suffering is already commonplace before they reach desperate situation.

After a brief period of loss, the passion and excitement of a warrior flowed through the body of the 'red' Rider again. Even though there were three opponents on the frontal battlefield, he still waved his beloved gun and declared with a loud smile in the cold light:

"——Come on, let me engrave the name of a real hero and a real warrior on you!"

This time, if I have to say it, the only difference is the era and the armament. Everything else is the same as before. Just a word of boredom is enough to give up everything.

This is exactly the lifestyle "Red" Rider preferred during his lifetime.

As a famous hero, it is enough for him to wave the steel gun in his hand and gallop among the enemies!

In the next moment, everything present was blown away, and was swept away as impure existences. Someone steps forward, someone waves a weapon, someone rises into the air, someone bends his bow and nocks an arrow, someone thrusts out the holy spear.

The fierce battle has begun!