Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Semiramis shook his head with a look of disgust on his face.

"However, those guys in the camp are probably planning something? Especially that 'Shakespeare', who exudes an aura that makes me sick."

"Oh? Really? But his treasure is still useful." Amakusa Shiro said softly with his face still calm and peaceful. "Also, why are you looking for me? Miss Atalanta?"

Following his words, a little magical aura glowed on the bench beside him, and countless magical dust gathered in one place, and the slender cat girl showed a flat figure.

Atalanta, the famous huntress in Greek mythology, although her archery as an archer is not as good as Chiron's, and she is not as good as those heroic spirits like the nuclear bomb sword fairy in other aspects, but she is quite competent as a scout.

And now, the gloomy Atalanta obviously brought bad news.

"Shakespeare encouraged Spartacus to attack the enemy's castle, how about it? Do we need to make some arrangements."

"Oh? It's like this?"

Hearing this kind of news, Shiro Amakusa had a cramped smile on his face.

Indeed, judging from the situation in front of him, it can be said to be quite bad.

As a 'berserker', Spartacus was almost irrational, and to him the overthrow of the dictator was far more important than victory in the Holy Grail War.

As long as Shakespeare announced the identity of 'Romanian Grand Duke Vlad III', Spartacus would absolutely not be able to bear the impulsiveness in his patience.

But now, it is not without means of recovery.

"Miss Atalanta, I'll leave it to you to stop Spartacus. Of course, you should take Achilles with you. His chariot will allow you to catch up with that guy as soon as possible."

"Intercept Spartacus? I can't afford this heavy responsibility."

With a look of disdain on his face, Atalanta sneered.

"That's a 'berserker'. Neither I nor the rider are strong defensively. Once we fight with him, the enemy on the black side will probably come to get a share of the action, right?"

"It doesn't matter." Amakusa Shiro was not angry because of Atalanta's confrontation, but comforted him gently. "You don't need to do your best, as long as you find something that can't be done, even if you give up Spartacus, the premise is to ensure the safety of you and the rider."

"So that's it, I understand." Nodding slightly, Atalanta pulled the longbow behind her back, slowly got up and walked outside the church, but she said abruptly with her back to Shiro Amakusa. "However, if I leave with Rider, who will guard you here?"

"This is my business. Even if I lose three heroic spirits, it doesn't matter to me."

Amakusa Shiro smiled innocently, but there was a creepy charm in those words.

"After all, this is an urban area. It will be good to threaten the masters of the black side with the lives of mortals."

"Is that so, in your heart there is only 430 'salvation for all mankind', but no mercy for a single person?"

"Of course, it's time for you to carry out the mission, Miss Atalanta." Amakusa Shiro who was exposed was not angry, but said calmly. "Don't let me down, Huntress of Arcadia."

"Hmm..." Glancing at this sad man, Atalante walked away from the cold church amidst the warmth.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is a saint, an existence capable of bearing the name of a saint. He can be said to be the salvation of all mankind, but to him, as long as he can save more mortals, it doesn't matter how many people die.

Compared with Emiya Kiritsugu, he is more decisive, more resolute, and more realistic. He is well aware of the humbleness of human beings, and he will not have any guilt for killing human beings. For him, there is only "saving everything" This result is important, everything else is meaningless.

Sad, deplorable, but not worthy of pity.

"Really, Shakespeare and Semiramis are not good at fighting, Spartacus is not easy to control, rider and archer are not optimistic about me, Saber is even missing, only you are loyal enough , Lord Karna."

The next moment, a handsome young man in golden armor suddenly appeared in the center of the church, holding the golden holy spear in his hand.

"Fight for you, the lord to whom I am loyal."

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"Wow!"

"Roar!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The tedious and meaningless roar resounded in the forest in front of the Thousand Boundary Tree family.

In the dense forest, a burly figure rushed left and right, rushing towards the majestic castle, with a weird smile on his face covered with scars.

Not self-confidence, nor stupid arrogance, but pure pride in fighting for a great cause.

Liberating slaves and gladiators, and overthrowing all dictators, Spartacus is such a heroic spirit. While carrying a heavy burden, he has always strengthened his own heart.

He is powerful, he is stalwart, but he is also incommunicable.

Although he can understand the words of his companions, and although he can taunt the enemy wantonly, no one can change his plan. Once the goal is set, he will never change halfway.

This is the reason he lost, however, it's not that he chose 'berserker', but he can only come as 'berserker'.

Spartacus, is such a character, while losing his sanity, he still retains lofty ideals.

But that's all.

Walking slowly in the gloomy dense forest, he was surrounded by magnificent natural beauty, but he didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he stared at the looming castle in the distance.

It's not because of how resolute he is, but because in his eyes, only the task of 'killing the dictator' is left in this world, and everything else is meaningless.

Taking hearty and decisive steps, feeling the refreshing breath in the air, for Spartacus, the only thing left in this world is the castle in front of him.

The short steps became faster, slowly turning into a jog, then a high-speed leap, and finally, it became a rush like a main battle tank.

Holding a mottled black iron dagger in his hand, he still had that weird smile on his face, with straps stretching over his muscles, making the already strong muscles even more glaring.

It's not that he doesn't plan to equip armor, it's just that 'armor' is meaningless, the pieces of muscle will completely shatter the armor, and the conditions for using his own treasure are extremely harsh, not enough for him to be qualified to use armor.

Perhaps, as long as one faces enough blows before dying, surely this Holy Grail War can be ended in one shot, right?

Hoard all the external blows, pile up the damage received in the past few days of fighting infinitely, and then pour it on the enemy in an instant - no matter how powerful the heroic spirit is, as long as it does not reach the level of "breakthrough", It will also be instantly killed, right?

The Noble Phantasm named 'Roar of the Beast' is so out of specification, so unreasonable.

However, the weakness is so obvious that it is embarrassing.

"Stop! Big ¨〃!"

A dexterous figure shuttled across the canopy, as cute as a small cat.

Her long emerald green hair fluttered in the wind, and she was dressed in a hunter's attire, which looked quite delicate and capable, and the longbow in her hand made her look not so fragile.

The heroic spirit who mastered the bow should be the archer of the red side, and she named Atalanta was chasing the burly berserker.

"No, the front is my goal, my ideal, and the battlefield where I realize my dream!"