Chapter 422 Two Irrepressible Battlefields

Chapter 423 Two Irresistible Battlefields

Phineas, who was far away in the forest, didn't know that he was almost tricked by the Master. After he fought with Shuoyue and was injured, in order to avoid the shooting of Red Archer, Siegfried turned the magic sword, inserted it into the earth and stimulated magic power, raising a thick dust fog. At the same time, his injuries recovered rapidly, and his momentum rose steadily, returning to the state of his peak period.

This was not due to the Master's magic support - although Shuoyue's attack hit Siegfried's chest, it actually hit his back with "penetrating force", so it was able to break Phineas' immortal body and cause him great damage. This degree of injury is no longer something that ordinary magic can heal.

The reason why Siegfried can recover to his peak in a very short time is due to his inherent skill, which is as famous as "Magic Release", "Regroup".

Regroup: A

The ability to leave the battlefield in battle or reset the situation can return the conditions of the skill to the initial value and forcibly remove several negative states.

There is no doubt that this skill of the law of cause and effect is the most difficult to deal with, so the arrows shot by Atalanta deviated and disappeared, and the magic bullets shot by Shuoyue with the fist gun also left no trace. Only Siegfried's breath became stronger and stronger, like a dragon awakening.

When the dust and fog dissipated, the assassin was presented with the unharmed hero, Red Saber Siegfried!

"What a cheating ability..." Atalanta bit her silver teeth lightly, and her ears and tail trembled anxiously.

At present, Siegfried seemed to have recovered, but the assassin who was responsible for the front had broken his arm...broken arm...broken...

Suddenly, Ta Miao widened his eyes and looked at Shuoyue in disbelief.

At some point, his left arm that was cut off by the sword had completely recovered to normal!

"Huh?" Shuoyue moved his newly grown arm and looked at Ta Miao in confusion, "What's wrong? As an assassin, it is reasonable to have a few life-saving skills, right?"

Reasonable? No, it's not at all!

Even the emotionless Atalanta couldn't help but complain about Shuoyue's outrageousness.

No, as a top-level Servant, it's understandable that Black Saber has such a magical skill, but you are Assassin! An Assassin who specializes in covert operations and assassination skills, it is difficult for him to compete with other Servants in a head-on battle!

Not only does your lethality exceed that of a swordsman, but your recovery speed is also faster than his!

"I don't think you plan to let me help you!" Ta Miao choked Shuoyue unhappily, and jumped to another hidden place, leaving only the voice.

"Keep holding back!"

"Yes, dear Miss Archer~~" Shuoyue dragged out a long tone, turned his head and looked at the vigilant Siegfried, and finally he was no longer bare-handed, but held the red and black double guns.

Swinging the gun, shooting, the fire from the muzzle lit up Shuoyue's warlike eyes.

"My identity as an assassin has been questioned. In that case, play with me for a few more rounds, Saber of the Black Side!"

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"Our Assassin is also a monster..." In another part of the forest, a warrior with the same emerald green color galloped, taking in the battlefield where the swordsman, assassin and archer were, and sighed.

As for why he said "also", it was naturally because he encountered the same Black Assassin who was far from the spectrum.

"Don't run away, fight me upright, Rider!"

"As an assassin (Assassin) actually said to be "upright"..." Muttering like this, the man who was praised as "the fastest of all heroes of all times" did not stop. Even with his back to the enemy, he still turned his head swiftly and dodged a whirlwind, with only a light blood stain on his cheek.

Under the attack of the added divinity, Achilles's proud treasure 'The Everlasting Flower of the Brave' lost its effect. Even as proud as he was, he had to cheer up and deal with Assassin's relentless attack.

"After all, it's too cheating to see the weapon clearly!"

Achilles protested loudly, but his spear was not messed up at all. Since he couldn't judge the distance of the enemy's weapon, he simply held the middle of the long spear. The short spear in his hand was impenetrable, and even if Artoria released the Wind King's barrier one after another, she couldn't break through for a while.

But with the interference of the wind blade, Artoria was getting closer and closer to the enemy.

"What's wrong, Rider? If you keep running away like this, you're unworthy of the name of a cavalryman. If you don't attack me, I will."

"You despicable villain, what's the point of hiding your weapon!"

Achilles retorted, and at that moment, Artoria's eyes flashed under the black robe, and the Wind King's barrier was released again, the wind pushed forward, the magic power was released, and the invisible holy spear pecked at Achilles from top to bottom with great force!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Achilles blocked the attack, but Artoria took advantage of the panel and advanced rapidly. She exerted force with her arms, dragged the holy spear with a cry, and drew a string of fire on the enemy's spear. The invisible spear tip approached his cheek!

The warrior's intuition gave a warning, and Achilles turned into a green light and fled, but Artoria did not give in, and raised a strong wind. The holy spear pierced sixteen times in a row, and each move was fatal!

"Ouch!" Achilles couldn't see the enemy's spear blade, and even though he tried to dodge, he still suffered a great loss. His shoulders, arms, and cheeks were all plowed with blood marks, and what was more serious was that his fingers were hit by the wind of the spear, and they were already bleeding!

For a warrior who wanted to swing a weapon to fight, this was undoubtedly a fatal injury.

But Altria's attack did not end. She leaned over and rushed forward step by step in a desperate posture. The abundant strength brought by the release of magic power allowed the king to swing the holy spear with all her strength, hitting Achilles's spear again and again. The weak part of the spear body made his arm numb and the injury worsened.

Distance, distance, distance!

Achilles had never encountered such a difficult enemy. Even though the two were equally skilled in spearmanship, the enemy's spear that obscured his body made it impossible for him to control the distance. If he continued to entangle like this, he would not be able to find the possibility of victory.

Although he appeared in the world as a Rider, he has as many as five treasures, but he has no special ability in terms of inherent skills.

If you look at it from another perspective, Rider without a mount actually fought with the peak form of Ruler King Arthur until now, which is enough to prove the bravery of Achilles, one of the few great heroes in Greek mythology.

"Last question." Altria swung out a gun, and Achilles blocked it again by instinct. He ignored his gradually losing consciousness and stared at the powerful enemy in front of him, "Is your treasure a gun?"

"Who knows? It could be an axe, a longbow, or a long sword, Rider."

"Humph, you are full of nonsense, you assassin."

At the critical moment, Achilles showed his fearless smile to the enemy.

"Humph, hahahaha... Isn't this great, the black Assassin!"

Achilles' body was shaking, not because of shame, but out of joy.

It was great to have a being that could hurt him in this Holy Grail War—he thought so from the bottom of his heart.

Holding back the severe pain in his arm, the great Greek hero twisted his body and held up his short spear, blocking the enemy's new round of attacks, and spoke passionately:

"It is fate to fight you who can kill me! Gods of Olympus, grant this battle glory and honor!"

A long whistle sounded, and dazzling lightning poured down, gathering the shapes of three horses. They pulled the noble and majestic chariot and rushed to the front of the Red Rider, while the green-haired warrior jumped up and stood on his chariot.

"Come on, the battle is not over yet, right here, let's fight to our heart's content!"

"Really, are you finally willing to fight me with all your strength, Red Rider!"

Facing Achilles' challenge, Artoria's fighting spirit was surging. She looked at the stream of light galloping across the sky, and couldn't help but recall the big man who also drove the chariot and laughed heartily.

The King of Conquerors, Iskandar, was not able to fight him to the death in the war that year, and Altria always regretted it.

"So, can you match him, or even surpass him!"

The black robe was filled with strong winds, and the golden hair fluttered. The ever-victorious king who had gone through countless battles and remained undefeated looked at the cavalry, and his holy blue eyes were full of joy.

"Come on, Rider of the red side!"