Spearman's Fate

Although Frankenstein lost the ability to speak due to the intervention of the berserker, in fact, the effect of her 'D' level berserk is only the loss of speech ability and the inability to carry out complex thinking, but it is not suitable for combat. What complicated things are needed, for example, there is only one thought left in her mind-to defeat the enemy in front of her.

With the waving of the weapon in her hand, countless thunderbolts turned into long whips and wantonly destroyed the buildings around her body, but her enemies always shot from a distance, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't attack them.

Is there any way to attack the enemy?

Noble Phantasm?Only treasures, right?

But the master said that it is not allowed to use the Noble Phantasm with all its strength...

"Crack~!"

Another arrow pierced through the grid and hit her body, and this time it hit the knee of her right leg. She tried to move her body but failed. It was several arrows that hit her body.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Although Frankenstein didn't want to admit it, he had to face the fact that he might not be able to win the person in front of him, and she didn't even have a chance to retreat.

'In that case——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Thunder Tree (Blasted Tree)""

Atalanta was still shooting unhurriedly from a distance after using the Noble Phantasm, but what she didn't expect was that the thunder around the opponent's body suddenly expanded in an instant, and even the opponent's weapon ' has also changed.

She didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but she knew that the enemy would never do useless work at this time. She just wanted to observe the enemy's situation habitually, and this habitual action saved her. One life.

Frankenstein, which was originally just a 'leakage', suddenly burst out with terrifying lightning in an instant, even making the rising sun seem inferior, and the green thunder tree covered the entire sky...

Until the light completely disappeared, Frankenstein completely disappeared, and the battlefield was left with only ruins.

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Lancer held the Deaththorn Spear in his hand with an extremely serious expression.

If before that, he simply wanted to live through this Holy Grail War, then with Li Shuwen's "sacrifice", his state of mind also changed.

He wants to win the Holy Grail!

He wanted to prove that Li Shuwen's sacrifice was not meaningless!

"GHOST!!"

Without hesitation, he liberated his Noble Phantasm as soon as he met, in order to completely defeat the servants and masters on the red side, but what he didn't notice was Shakespeare who was standing next to Semiramis when he appeared There is a light in front of my eyes.

"Your Majesty, leave this newcomer to me too!"

Shakespeare's initiative to challenge Semiramis couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

'Didn't you see that Caster is quite reliable in critical moments? '

"Go if you want, but what I'm saying is don't let that woman over."

Of course, Shakespeare clearly pointed out who the "that woman" was in the other party's mouth, but he glanced at Joan of Arc and Gilles beside him.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, the woman may take some time, but I should be able to deal with it soon~"

Semiramis didn't know where Shakespeare's confidence came from, but since the other party said so, there was no need to say anything more, she nodded and walked towards Lancer with a smile on her face.

"Sa~ Let's start~ Let this 'script' that I've been waiting for a long time be performed here!!!"

"The hour of the show has come, and there should be thunderous applause (First Folio)"

As Shakespeare raised the pen in his hand and curtains appeared around him, everyone discovered that their original environment had changed.

The tall and magnificent palace, the stairs that can't be seen at a glance, and the huge sculpture standing in front of it.

"Lancer?!"

Although he was chased by Semiramis' various spells, he was much more relaxed than Siegfried and Joan of Arc. Naturally, he also wanted to observe the changes around him, but what he didn't expect He actually saw a familiar face on that huge sculpture.

The Lancer engraved on the lock on the sculpture is subtly different from the Lancer at this time.

That Lancer was wearing armor, holding a lance while leaning on one handle, and holding a helmet in the other hand, and the style of that suit of armor was exactly the 'ghost' standing behind Lancer at this time, and that Lancer's face looked like Look more mature and confident...

But when the real Astolfo was observing carefully, Lancer's voice without the slightest emotion came from behind him.

"Caster! You don't think this boring scene can shake me, do you? Don't you think I don't know that all this is an 'illusion' created by you based on my memory?"

"An illusion? Maybe~ I'm just recreating the picture in your memory~ So it's all 'real' here~ For example, those behind you..."

Lancer couldn't help frowning at Shakespeare's words.

'Could it be that they plan to attack me when I turn around?Hehe~ Did he think 'ghost' was just a decoration? '

Although the 'ghost' accepts Lancer's manipulation, in fact it can act on its own most of the time, similar to an 'self-disciplined' Noble Phantasm.

He turned around without hesitation, but what he didn't expect was that what he saw was a very familiar 'man'.

"His Majesty?!"

He has a thin face, but his body is extremely tall and straight, even if he just stands there without saying a word, he is full of momentum.

And starting with the other party's appearance, countless familiar figures began to appear around him.

General Budd, Liwa, Brand, Najie Hitan, comrades in the army, and the men who attacked the alien base camp together...

And after all these familiar people appeared, the figures did not stop, but more and more.

From the "innocents" he killed for the first time, those women who he could not save were used by foreign races as reproductive machines, those foreign races who were locked in iron cages and could not even beg, those who were hung by him The enemies who kept yelling loudly at him in front of the stake, and those strangers who saw him walking forward with fear on their faces...

Knowing that these people are just 'phantoms' created by Shakespeare through his own treasure or ability, but the memories produced by these people are real, and he can't help but fall into the memory.