Lostbelt Chino the synchronized intellect SIN nation Period of time after Spartacus defied gravity against a meteorite
"Hey, hey... Did you rebel against Earth's gravity like Spartacus?
A dragon that doesn't even have wings and has been on land and sea, why did you suddenly become a missile?"
Modred looked at the high-speed rotating Tarasque with excitement. His hands were slightly itchy, and he said regretfully,
"If you cooperate with Spartacus, the catastrophic meteorite falling from the sky will definitely not..."
"That's right... If it's Tarasque and Spartacus together, it can easily crush super-large objects from satellite orbit."
After all, the defenses of creatures like dragons are far superior to those of us heroes.
Especially Tarasque, its defense is the best among giant dragons, and it should be more defensive. Da Vinci said with a smile.
"Well... Mr. Tarasque, after all, you will be struck by Miss Martha's iron fist every time you fight."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the image of the past with nostalgia and felt a little embarrassed... It's really embarrassing to look at myself in the past.
"Wow--!! He is worthy of being my master. This domineering spirit is quite similar to my style back in the days.
Wow--! -! In the first debut battle, he performed very well.
In my time, many people trembled the first time they stepped onto the battlefield and couldn't think normally. They only followed the main force forward. They didn't know how they died or survived.
When the red hare saw this scene, he couldn't help but miss the joyous moment in the age of heroes vying for hegemony, breaking and rejoicing on the smoke-filled and blood-soaked battlefield.
However, he is extremely confident in his strength. Even if his opponent is a dragon, he isn't afraid at all.
Chen Gong doesn't fear any existence, but what about the dragon? Look at me shooting Tarasque with the giant bow in my hand!
Elsewhere in the Lost Belt
Qin Liangyu looked at these images from the past with a complicated expression. It turned out that the pain and challenges these two children faced were far greater than she imagined.
This isn't a battlefield where people fight against people...
This is a duel between generals and generals, kings against kings, only life and death, and the losing side is doomed to perish.
You may still have a chance to survive on the battlefield. Fighting with these singularity Servants, fighting with these terrifying wyverns, dragons, and monsters, is truly far more dangerous than on the battlefield.
She looked with disgust at the scene of the smoke-filled purgatory, turning into one dead city after another.
She has the same idea as Fujimaru Ritsuka. Even if the people here are destined to disappear, she won't stand idly by.
The blade in his hand, the immortal martial arts taught by His Majesty, existed to protect the people of sin and the world.
Koyanskaya wore a black cheongsam, tightly wrapped around her elegant and delicate body.
She pouted, looked at the Tarasque in the photo with dissatisfaction, and muttered, very dissatisfied, "Why didn't I get the chance to meet Tarasque at all, and I haven't even seen Martha yet?
Master of Chaldea, can you do it? Can you summon some of my favorite heroes?"
Actually, she was a little excited because the evil dragon Fafnir didn't have hair, but Tarasque was different. There was a lot of hair on his chin!
She wants to collect Tarasque's hair and put it in her tail to give birth to a new demon and subdue it.
Thinking about losing the chance to subdue the dragon, she became even more dissatisfied with Fujimaru Ritsuka. She decided to see Fujimaru Ritsuka post a note behind this guy's back in the future: [If you want to defeat me, let the lovely Miss Martha appear.]
Singularity France
Orléans Castle in France has now completely changed.
The castle, once beautiful and clean, is now filled with fierce, writhing, dark red, glistening tentacles, which seem to have become a breeding ground for sea demons.
Jeanne Alter was speechless and looked irritably at Chevalier D'Eon and Carmilla, who were kneeling beneath the throne.
"So...? After Rider was resolved, you ran away like this? It's truly a shame."
"We didn't retreat, but you called us back," D'Eon retorted.
Shut up, Saber. The enemies that have been successfully separated haven't been resolved by you, which is a tactical failure.
Jeanne Alter asked Gilles Caster boredly, "Well... Forget it. Gill~~~Archer and Lancer, how's the progress going there?"
"Well... Lancer is also on a killing spree today. It's accelerating the arrival of the realm of death. But there's still some trouble on Archer's side. She's been disobeying my orders.
I sent a demon to correct him. It seems she was ordered to resolve the issue of several children, which made her resentful and continued to resist."
A crystal sphere shows the image of Atalanta. Her entire body was tightly wrapped in pink tentacles, her face showing extreme hatred and a distorted expression, even as madness invaded her consciousness.
She will not harm innocent children.
Now she was filled with rage, completely ignoring the influence of madness in her body, and roared angrily, "It's unforgivable... That cursed witch!"
Now she can't listen to Gill's orders or Jeanne Alter's orders.
"I really don't know if she's a hero with that kind of characteristic. Forget it, it doesn't matter~~ If it really doesn't work, just destroy it.
I need to summon a new hero to replace Rider. Go back to your respective jobs and start speeding up your work.
I can't wait to laugh my heart out in the dead country. Jeanne Alter waved her hand and said boredly.
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Offscreen
, Fate Apocrypha timeline.
"...witch bitch ——!——!——!——! And the hounds you raised, the next time we meet, I'll shoot you in the head without hesitation.
I'll kill you if I try my best. Even if I'm in the same camp, the same master, I won't let you go."
Atalanta roared in rage, her plump chest heaving in anger, and the huntress's eyes stared at Gilles Caster and Jeanne alter Arc summoned by the other party.
She didn't care at all that her future self was bound by the tentacles in the singularity, and she felt no shame at all.
She doesn't deserve pity. She thinks she can't even protect the child in front of her, which is the most shameful thing.
"Big sister..." Achilles scratched the back of his head, unsure how to comfort Atalanta, who was now violent and angry. Comforting people or something, that wasn't in her best interest. Which was good.
She wanted to tell Atalanta that these Servants who appeared in the singularity and became enemies of the human race had actually become different from their original appearance.
"Achilles, you don't have to comfort me...! I know this is what will often happen later in the singularity... But I can't bear it... Let me be silent for a while."
Atalanta rushed into the depths of the dense forest, her green eyes burning with anger, but this anger had nowhere to vent now.
She's truly ashamed of the bow they gave Lady Artemis...
Unexpectedly, she was dominated by such a madman. Her experience was the same as Martha's. On the one hand, she let the saint ravage innocent people, and on the other, she let Atalanta do what she least wanted to do.
Lostbelt 1 Permafrost Empire Anastasia.
During a blizzard.
There was nothing living in the place I saw, only a towering cabin.
"Damn uncle, how dare you bully our chief...! Damn it, if we can go here, I'll show you a little of how we treat people like you."
When the Yaga of the resistance army saw the chief they admired being treated like this, they couldn't help but be angry for even a moment.
Atalanta Berserker pinched the thick branch in her hand, "...If I still have this memory, my mad phase will deepen."
(Note short chapter but a return I know I'm lazy for not uploading anything during this long time but well I'm back because of my hatred for the red movie of fate so thank that and also to whoever asked if I continue this story that's all for now)