My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 456 Black goes to battle, the Arrow of Complaint!

This is completely different from the small-scale battles so far - there are battlefields, soldiers, generals, precious phantoms ready to go, territories to fight for, and more importantly, a 'king' who must be conquered.

There is only a short moment before the decisive battle with the ultimate goal of complete annihilation. The followers on the red side are silently waiting for that moment to come——

The chessboard has been pushed into chaos, and all the red soldiers and horses have crossed the border between Chu and Han. Now, it is Black's turn to gather the soldiers and horses.

The Yggdmirenia clan made comprehensive guesses about the invaders of the Magic Association...that is, from which direction the red side would attack, and based on this, they formulated a careful plan to counterattack.

The possibility of launching a powerful attack from the streets of Tolifas, or leading a large army to attack from the east, or launching a surprise attack from the air is not low, but——

"...To actually attack with territory, this is really unexpected."

Black Archer Chiron sighed. In front of his sight, Red Assassin's proud "Vanity Sky Courtyard" was floating in the air.

This not only means that the red side will attack with its entire army, but also means that the war has fully advanced to the next stage - a truly cruel war that does not hesitate to liberate the Noble Phantasm and expose the true name of the hero.

"Archer, what's the current situation over there?"

Fiore next to her asked with a slightly trembling voice. Facing the Master who was trying to maintain calm, Chiron, the only clairvoyant, smiled and said: "Stop it. Although it is just my speculation, it seems that the red side is planning to use this. Let’s use a piece of grassland as a battlefield.”

"Does it mean a full showdown?"

"Exactly, Master, please retreat to a safe place first. Presumably the other party will deploy their followers and familiars."

"——That seems to be the case. They seem to have summoned the Dragon Fang Soldiers, probably to fight against our robots and golems."

With a "boom", Danik landed on the city wall. It turned out that he had boldly looked around at the floating fortress just now.

"Uncle..."

"Let's go, Fiore, now we can only rely on the Servants to win or lose."

"That's right, Darnic. The next step is our territory."

The light particles began to converge, forming the outline of a human being. The noble illusions spanning ancient and modern times descended here and gathered here.

Black Archer, Chiron.

Black Berserker, Frankenstein.

Black Caster, Avisbronn.

Black Saber, Siegfried.

Black Assassin, Artoria.

And the leader of the black side, Lancer Vlad III, showed a heroic smile and silently stared at the fortress.

"Not only did they offend our country with such ugly things, they also spread unspeakable skeleton soldiers everywhere."

Lancer showed an obvious expression of hatred. At the moment of invading territory, they were enemies, they were conquerors, and they were Ottoman Turkey.

The strong sense of obligation "must kill them all" instantly bound Vlad III's body.

"Lord, let's take shelter in the city first. But if we want to fight on that grassland, we can fight with our backs to the street. Please fight to your heart's content."

Danik bowed respectfully, and the Archduke of Wallachia nodded proudly.

"In addition, release the cavalry and the red Berserker (Berserker). They must also join the battle line." As if he saw Darnic's hesitation, Vlad III sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Since the opponent is eager for a full-scale showdown, of course it is only in line with etiquette that we deploy our full force."

"...Understood, I'll go right away."

Darnic left with the masters, but Vlad III didn't even turn his head. He just stared at the intruders on the horizon and issued instructions without looking back.

"Archer, you and Rider can command the prepared team of androids."

"clear."

"Assassin, just like the last battle, you will be responsible for dealing with the enemy Rider..."

"No, please forgive my presumption." Under the black robe, the clear voice of the Knight King came out, rejecting the Grand Duke's order, "I have found the person I must fight with in this battle."

"...Is it the enemy's Saber (swordsman)?" According to the report from the sixth director Lingxia, Vlad III also learned about what happened in Sighisoara, and the assassin on our side had a close relationship with the Red One. Saber seemed to have an unclear relationship, "Well, if you insist on doing this, then it's up to me..."

"No need, Lord." Chiron volunteered, "If it's that cavalry, besides Miss Assassin, I am the only one who can cure him."

While realizing the emotion in Chiron's words, Vlad III also sensed the firmness in his words, so he nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the silent Avisbronn.

"Caster, please wait here first. It's up to you to seize the opportunity to unlock the shackles of the red Berserker."

"I understand. Also, Lancer, as a king, of course you can't participate in the battle on foot. I had people prepare horses, although they are just man-made products (golems)."

"oh--"

After hearing this, Lancer immediately looked at the horse beside the warlock with interest.

It was a huge copper-iron horse. It was a spotted horse made of iron and bronze. Its eyeballs made of rubies and sapphires shone with a strange brilliance.

"Not as good as my East Stallion..." Out of a subtle comparison mentality, Artoria whispered.

Despite the differences in appearance, Vlad III was quite satisfied - not because of the golem horse itself, but because of its symbolic meaning.

This means that Vlad III, the Grand Duke of Wallachia, is no longer alone. He has capable subordinates, and his brothers are not willing to be loyal to him.

"Very good." With such a satisfied smile, Lancer jumped on the horse's back. The horse did not neigh, but just stood there honestly.

"Ouch~ Lancer wants to ride a horse. Then I really have no place to stand~"

A slightly higher voice sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. That was none other than Astolfo, the Black Rider who had just been released. He stretched his slender body and spoke to Lancer with a clear attitude.

Facing such a sloppy cavalry——Vlad III pulled out the sword at his waist, and the blade almost cut his lovely cheek.

"Rider, I won't ask you whether you have reflected on this matter now. Just show me your power - show your power as one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors."

In response, Astolfo patted his chest: "Well, I'll take care of it! This belongs to this, and that belongs to that. This war is my mission after all!"

As the expedition was about to begin, Vlad III let go of the ungrateful paladin and turned his attention to Berserker, who was silently watching the floating fortress.

The wounds on her chest that were damaged by the enemy assassins have long since recovered. The girl's golden and blue eyes, revealing inorganic emotions, were staring at an ethereal figure on the fortress.

After being injured by Shuo Yue, she became more and more dull. Now only Master Corless and Little Jack can let her show other appearances.

"Berserker, you are free. You can fight to the end and dance wildly on the battlefield to your heart's content."

Faced with Lancer's encouragement, Frankenstein released a manic electric current in response, so Vlad III withdrew his gaze and spoke in his low voice with a strong sense of mission:

"——Well, everyone, our seven servants have been assembled. Although we have also obtained the red Berserker, they are just 'weapons' that can be thrown away after use. In other words, we have mobilized all our combat power. ”

"On the other hand, the other party probably has six cavalry servants besides the berserkers, and there are also mysterious assassins from the Magic Association who have injured Berserker and me. In other words, in terms of numbers, we are not leading."

'At the same time, the enemy's spearmen have proven that their bravery is not inferior to our swordsmen. The superb quality of the cavalry and archers has also been undoubtedly demonstrated in the confrontation, not to mention the man who calls himself 'Shuoyue' The assassin is definitely the most difficult enemy, bar none. "

Such a frank demonstration of the strength of the enemy, yes, even if it cannot be said to be an overwhelming advantage - if there were a normal confrontation, the gap in combat power between the two sides would very likely lead to defeat.

"Then, I want to ask a question. Everyone, do you have any plans to accept defeat?"

All members expressed their will to refuse through words and actions.

There was a clear gap in combat power, and the probability of defeat was quite high - neither Vlad III nor the other servants wavered in the slightest about this fact. The so-called heroic spirits are such existences. Only those who can laugh off overwhelming disadvantages and desperate situations are qualified to be called heroes.

There is no warrior who is defeated without fighting, and there is no hero who is timid before fighting.

Even though there is a blue shadow lurking in the camp, Shuo Yue clearly told the members of the blue team before the battle began - they will go all out in this battle!

An unreserved fight, a hearty fight, legends come to life and collide here, and this battle proves the bravery of heroes and the courage of heroes!

This is the charm of this Holy Grail War, this is the embodiment of the dignity and pride of heroic spirits!

"Yes, that's right. We will definitely win! This level of combat power gap, this level of despair, if we can't overcome it, how can we call ourselves heroes?"

The Archduke Vlad III, who was famous for massacring 20,000 Turkish soldiers and ascended to the Throne of Heroes on blood and bones, rode a tall horse and spoke loudly.

"Those are barbarians who defile my territory and laugh arrogantly and loudly - they are all fools who can only atone for their sins by death. Just kill them with a smile! For those who lack the concept of terror We must use a cowhide whip to completely re-educate them!"

Don't let them come back alive. What the Black leader wanted to say was nothing more than this, and this was also what the other followers expected.

"Then let me take the lead."

After successfully gathering Black's morale, Vlad III took the reins of his horse and jumped off the hundred-meter-high fortress together with the horse.

Just like there is only one general and only one army - the Black Lancer drives his horse straight towards the opponent's camp. Although this is a peaceful grassland, it will probably turn into a scorched earth after the war.

The Fiery King, who gained a subordinate and was resurrected in modern times, is now challenging the unfavorable battle situation again. But this situation was just like usual, so he didn't have the slightest fear.

And above the sky, the girl hunter who also mastered the skill of 'clairvoyance' suddenly opened her emerald green pupils.

"The time has come."

Saying this, she put two arrows on the bowstring of her beloved bow, Taulopelus, as she had agreed before.

——Use her Noble Phantasm to set off the beacon and smoke of war!

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This is an unprecedented Holy Grail War. It is more than just fighting and conspiracy in the dark night. Due to the specificity of the servants on both sides, it is obviously a battle between seven knights against seven knights, but the number of people participating in the battle is as high as thousands.

Looking down from the aerial courtyard, pitch-black golems and pure white artificial humans emerged from the black city fortress, intertwined with black and white, like a surging tide covering the emerald green grassland.

The moonlight was cold, and the huge stove pot with a diameter of three meters crossed the bow part of the courtyard and turned back in the moment of boiling. In an instant, the yellowed bone fragments inside fell onto the ground like rain.

As they landed, the bone fragments grew like plants, eventually forming skeletal soldiers with lizard-like heads. Matte-colored magic flowed on their bodies, as if they were integrated with the night. The battle legions mixed with androids and golems launched a charge.

Such a huge momentum, even in the orthodox Holy Grail War, is enough to shatter the courage of any participant.

However, the heroes present - whether they were the Grand Duke who killed Asman Turkey, the Paladins under Charlemagne, the empress who ascended the world, or the archers and cavalry who participated in the ancient Greek mythological wars - all understood deeply. , this is not a battlefield of 'quantity'.

Only 'quality', the overriding quality, is the key to victory.

And now, the red archers will bet their first bargaining chip——

The cold and dry wind unique to late autumn blew the girl's hair, and the beast's ears twitched slightly.

Time is up.

Atalanta loaded two arrows onto the bowstring of her beloved bow, Tauropoulos, and aimed not at the vast land in front of her, but at the night sky illuminated by the dim moonlight.

"Use my bow to ask for the protection of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess."

The arrows began to shine brightly. Her Noble Phantasm is not a bow, nor is it an arrow shot from a bow. Both of these are nothing more than catalysts. Her Noble Phantasm is the principle of "putting an arrow on the bowstring and shooting it" itself.

"Consecrate such a disaster - [Arrow Letter of Prosecution]!"

The two arrows shot into the air traced dazzling trajectories through the clouds and disappeared without a trace. This is the smoke of the wolf, the first arrow.

It was a complaint to the gods, Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess, both of whom were gods deeply connected with the sun and moon. At the same time, Apollo was also the god of bows and arrows, and Artemis was the god of hunting.

As the price for Archer seeking protection, what they asked for was disaster. The so-called protection - that is, causing disaster to the enemy.

And now, just as Atalanta expected, the silver moon in the sky once again granted her favor. The mistress of the beast and the lord of the wilderness listened to the call of the believers, smiled and poured the bright moon into the cup, and the bright moon turned into running water. It merges into the Milky Way, and the sky is lit up by the brilliance of the goddess.

The grace offered to believers and the disaster offered to enemies have arrived!

I’ve written more and more, so let’s just stick to this chapter today and get busy with experiments.

But Artemis in your moon is not as handsome as I wrote, and the love-brained goddess is quite interesting, haha.