"What are you going to do?"

Not only the Red Assassin Semiramis, but also her Master, Father Shirou, said the same thing.

The difference is that Semiramis focuses on Joan of Arc, which is very different from her life creed, while Shirou focuses on another person, a man who stands next to Joan of Arc, a man who occasionally glances at the aerial garden with malicious intent.

"Just let me see, what kind of surprise can you bring me?"

Father Shirou's right hand unconsciously swept over the hilt, and no one noticed the hint of sharpness that inadvertently revealed.

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What is Shinji going to do?

Do you need to ask? Of course, it's the truth.

The first time he landed and stood still, Shinji grabbed Vlad III's gun for the first time:

"Archduke, slow down. ”

"Assassin, what are you doing here?"

Vlad III is not Spartacus after all, and he will not fight without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy.

"I'll save you. Shinji gets straight to the point.

"Help me?"

Vlad III frowned slightly, he couldn't catch Shinji's meaning for a while, and the movement of directing the rafters was a little slower.

Spartacus took advantage of this opportunity and swung out eight arms at the same time, smashing into the three people standing together in a violent storm.

Shinji stepped back and shouted into the sky, "Rider!"

"Oh! An energetic voice came overhead, and a magnificent white gold spear fell from the sky, just grazing Spartacus's body.

Noble Phantasm: Drop with one touch, activate.

Servants who are stabbed with a spear are forced to turn into spirits below their knees, losing their balance and falling - no matter how many legs they have.

And rightfully so, Spartacus fell. Because his body was so large and heavy, he fell even more completely, and he couldn't even support himself with his hands like a human.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shinji went on to explain: "This guy is going to blow himself up, and if you stay, even you will be blown to pieces." ”

"It's- understood. ”

Vlad III is not stupid, although he was angry for a while, but after calming down, he could easily sense the palpitating magic contained in Spartacus's body, and immediately stopped hesitating and retreated as quickly as possible. The all-out run with the agility parameter of A is faster than the previous Warhorse golem.

After persuading Vlad III to retire, Shinji said to Joan of Arc, "Ruler, you should also retreat." ”

"But—" Joan of Arc looked unwillingly at the sky garden above her head. It's all here, do you want to give up?

"Don't worry, I've got it, trust me. Shinji smiled and blinked.

"I see. Joan of Arc nodded and began to back away.

"Very good, the first step is done. I should also- no, to be on the safe side, or—"

As he spoke, Shinji revealed the Ishtar spear and shook the earth with the divine power of the spear. Make the already scarred ground even more fragile.

Spartacus struggled slightly, and his body began to collapse, which made it even more difficult for him to pursue again.

After doing all this, Shinji nodded in satisfaction, stepped into the air, and chased Vlad III.

The reason why he chased Vlad III, not Joan of Arc, was because he was asked for help.

"Grand Duke, what is the maximum range of your Noble Phantasm? Ah, I didn't mean to hear your secrets, but—"

"A kilometer. ”

Without waiting for Shinji to finish speaking, Vlad III directly said this confidential information that should not have been shared with other servants. This leadership temperament and decisiveness made Shinji a little moved, he asked himself if he could be so calm, so he prepared a set of rhetoric, but he didn't expect it to be useless at all.

Slightly stunned, Shinji continued:

"Then stop a kilometer away, and then please listen to my signal and launch the Noble Phantasm against Spartacus. ”

Yu understood, but at this distance, Yu could not guarantee killing. ”

"Killing is secondary, using the rafters as a lift to lift Spartacus is what I want, the higher the better, the closer to the Red base camp the better. ”

"You're going to—" A flash of burning flickered in Vlad III's red eyes.

"I'm going to pit the red side. ”

While speaking, the two of them had already run a distance of one kilometer.

"Rider, how's it going?" Shinji stopped and started "Reading".

This is not a magic trick that is activated through the connection of the master-slave contract, but a special skill learned from Charon, although there are many restrictions compared to the "reading" of the master-slave contract, but it is undeniable that this skill is very practical.

"Well, it's kind of bad, that monster has crawled out of the pit and is coming towards you, and it looks terrible. ”

Listening to Astolford's voice, Shinji could even imagine him slapping his chest and sticking out his tongue.

"Well, you have to hurry, and you should be ready to wait for my signal at any time. ”

"Oh, just leave it to me, I can't wait to do it. ”

"Over to you. With that, Shinji turned his head abruptly and looked at Vlad III, "Grand Duke! ”

Vlad III raised his left hand when he heard this, and the surging dark magic swept out like a shadow tidal wave, covering the entire surrounding ground in an instant, and quickly extending into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Spartacus's body trembled, not because of the gallop of the berserker who had turned into an alien, but from the depths of the earth, the spiritual veins of the entire Tullyface that had turned into the territory of the "Little Dragon Duke".

"Kazikli Bey!"

With Vlad III's majestic voice, his left fist clenched hard.

In the next second, hundreds of rafters pierced through the ground and slammed into Spartacus's body.

Yes, bump!

The action of the rafters can no longer be described as thorns.

Instead of stabbing from all angles as before, the sharp rafters converged into a massive pillar of iron that rose directly from the ground and lifted Spartacus's massive body into the air.

The shape of the iron pillar is not a simple cylinder, but thin at the top and thick at the bottom, similar to a cone with the tip cut off, to ensure that the iron pillar will not collapse due to height problems.

Spartacus, who found himself getting farther and farther away from the pressor, roared loudly and struggled frantically, trying to break away from the iron pillar formed by the rafters, return to the surface, and continue his rebellion.

Unfortunately, the oppressors standing on the top of the power had already prepared, and the rafters that had originally gathered into a strand suddenly spread outward, turning into more than a dozen steel bars or thorns or jams as thick as children's arms, firmly binding Spartacus's body.

Of course, at this time, it is no longer hundreds of rafters that converge, but thousands of strands, or it will not be long before the number of rafters exceeds five figures.

This is the work of the Black Berserker!

This is a feat that Vlad III could not have achieved during his lifetime!

It's a miracle that Romania's greatest heroes can only do with the help of their native faith!