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"Bang!"

Receiving Emiya Shirou's punch, Achilles roared loudly, "You are not allowed to fight with your eldest sister's body!"

"Huh? Why?"

"Can't you face her?"

"That's so funny!"

Swinging the longbow in his hand and using it as a stick, Shirou Emiya's attacks continued.

After the punches and kicks just now, Achilles was obviously not in a good state at this time, and he could only barely support his defense, with no chance of fighting back.

After all, it's not just the body that he's not in now, but also the mind.

This is not from the appearance Emiya Shirou is using in front of him, he is not stupid enough to be disturbed by the appearance of the enemy's disguise.

What really shook him was the fact that he had become an opponent with his master Chiron.

As Emiya Shirou said before, Achilles was very cruel to his enemies, but he was totally unaware of his teammates.

This stemmed from his trust in his friends.

At this time, without Chiron's words to make up his mind, Achilles at this time was inevitably shaken.

Therefore, in the face of Emiya Shirou's strong offensive, Achilles was in crisis.

...

"what!?"

Even Joan of Arc, who had acquired knowledge about all the servants when she was summoned, was suddenly speechless when she saw that appearance.

"Huh? Ru over there, you should be Ruler!"

It has a refreshing voice like a cool breeze, and its light hand is reminiscent of leaves swaying in the wind.

Turning her body in the air, a green girl fell beside Joan of Arc.

What she held in her hand was a big bow that didn't match her figure at all.

"Is it Red Archer?"

Joan of Arc immediately raised her vigilance.

Since he had been attacked by Lancer and Caster (presumably) who were Red Servants before, it was natural to be vigilant.

But the red Archer looked at Ruler in surprise and said:

"Why, you are the adjudicator. Can't you tell who you should be vigilant against now?"

"No, of course I understand."

Joan relaxed a little bit of vigilance.

From the expression on the other side, she could see that the opinions of the red side were not completely unified.

It seemed that at least she and her Master didn't see Ruler as a target to kill.

That's right, it's not her who should be most vigilant now.

"A second Berserker's Spartacus for Black."

Although it was true, Jeanne could not believe it.

Is this really possible?

Joan of Arc thought it was a hill at first.

Then, the thought of "could it be the corpses stacked up?" came to mind.

In the end, she had to reject these ideas and come to a conclusion.

"Is it Berserker?"

"Well, I really didn't expect it to be this bad. The more I shoot at him, the stronger it becomes, and I have completely forgotten the human shape. As expected of Berserker, I didn't expect to be so crazy."

As if feeling helpless, Atalanta, who was the party involved, sighed.

In front of the two of them, there was a monster like a hill.

Of course Joan of Arc couldn't have become speechless if the light was huge.

The reason why she was speechless in surprise was because of the state of Spartacus.

He has a total of eight arms, three of which have no joint bones.

It looks like an octopus, but when it swings it will smash the enemy to pieces like a whip.

It was as thick as the legs of an old tree trunk, and it had grown countless feet like insects.

I'm afraid it's because I can't support my huge body with just two legs, so I use this method to share the weight.

The head is almost completely recessed into the neck, while the shoulders protrude outward in what resembles the upper and lower jaws of dinosaurs.

"Roar of the Defective Beast".

That is not so much a Noble Phantasm, it is more appropriate to say that it is a mantra!

Jeanne thought so.

Spartacus was alive, he was still in action, and more importantly, he was still looking for battles and victories everywhere.

Converts a part of the damage you take into magic power, and keeps accumulating to improve your abilities.

I'm afraid it also includes healing power.

Take damage, convert it into magic power to improve your ability, and perform self-healing at the same time.

There is absolutely no room for the Master to intervene.

The problem is that the cycle is running too fast.

Due to the out-of-control healing power, his body deviates from its normal range.

Obviously, his physical ability continued to improve with the increase in the number of injuries, and as a result, his body gradually became an alien.

"Is it there!"

The five eyeballs on Spartacus' shoulders, neck, and abdomen all stared at Atalanta and Joan of Arc at the same time.

In an instant, the two separated to the left and right as if being bounced off.

Spartacus didn't care at all, and unleashed a full blow forward.

The ground shattered by the bombardment hit Joan of Arc and Atalanta like grenades.

"Gu, woo!"

"Wow!"

Stones and rocks cut through their skin, and Joan of Arc damaged even part of their armor.

If it wasn't for an attack accompanied by magical power, the Servant would never have been injured.

However, the sword swung by Spartacus was imbued with magical power, and even the stones and rocks it shattered were contaminated.

This is the same as throwing a dagger.

However, the phenomenon that the magic power spread to the stone smashed with the sword was something that Joan had never experienced before.

"Well, it looks like I got you involved this time. Sorry, Ruler."

Joan of Arc shook her head slowly at Atalanta's apology.

"No, this kind of trivial matter is often encountered. However, I can't be hostile to him from a standpoint. After all, the scope of the current scope is only this battlefield."

"Hmm. Actually, I have no objection to this, but ah!" Atalanta looked at Joan of Arc with a bitter expression.

Feeling the chill that suddenly swept through her body, Jeanne couldn't help but tighten her expression.

"But what?"

"It's almost time for me to retreat because of the order from the Master."

"That ~lightnovelpub.net~?"

After sighing, Atalanta patted Joan on the shoulder as if consoling.

"I'm really sorry, I'll ask you next time."

"Wait a minute!"

"Red Archer Atalanta, one of the heroes in Greek mythology known for his agility.

She ran at a speed that even Joan of Arc could not match.

"what!"

Before Joan could speak, her figure had disappeared into the forest.

Jeanne silently raised her head and glanced up.

In front of him is an alien hero.

He was holding a dagger that was about the size of a small needle compared to his body, and he aimed at Ruler.

Yes, Spartacus is a fighter against all power.

In this sense, even if the opponent is Ruler is no exception.

"It was calculated."

Jeanne sighed helplessly.

"It seems that the red side is indeed hiding something and doesn't want me to meet each other!"

"This is really frustrating!"

"Then what should we do next?"

Looking at the alien in front of her, Jeanne couldn't help showing a bitter expression.

But at this moment, in the distant sky, outside Semiramis' Hanging Garden, a violent light cannon suddenly fell and shot towards Joan of Arc.

"Caster's attack? The target is me? No, the target is!"

"Spartacus!"

"Oops!"

Joan of Arc, who understood what was going to happen next, instantly showed a horrified expression.

The crisis of death hit her in an instant.

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