I, The Giant of the Imperial Palace, Travel Through the Heavens!

"Boom!"

Receiving Emiya Shirou's punch head-on, Achilles roared loudly: "You are not allowed to fight with your big sister's body!"

"Oh? Why?"

"Could it be that you can't do anything against her?"

"That's really funny!"

Wielding the longbow in his hand, using it as a stick, Emiya Shirou continued to attack.

After the punches and kicks just now, Achilles was obviously in a bad state at this time, and he could barely support the defense without any chance of fighting back.

After all, it's not just his body that's out of shape now, but also his mind.

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

What really shakes him is the fact that he has become a rival with his master Chiron.

As Emiya Shiro said before, Achilles is very cruel to the enemy, but he is unguarded to his teammates.

This stems 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, facing Emiya Shiro's strong offensive, Achilles immediately fell into crisis.

"What!?"

Even Joan, who had acquired the knowledge of 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 the lightness of its movements is also reminiscent of leaves swaying in the wind.

Turning her body in the air, a green girl landed 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 immediately became wary of her.

Since he had already been attacked by Lancer and Caster (presumably) who were followers of the red side, it was only natural to be vigilant.

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

"Why, you are the adjudicator. Don't you even know who should be vigilant now?"

"No, of course I understand."

Joan of Arc relaxed her vigilance slightly.

From the other party's expression, she could tell that the opinion of the red party might not be completely unified.

It seems 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.

"Is it Spartacus for a second Berserker for Black?"

Although it was true, Joan of Arc couldn't believe it.

Is this really a possible phenomenon?

At first Joan thought it was a hill.

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

In the end, she had to deny 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 appearance of a person. As expected of Berserker, I didn't expect it to be so crazy."

As if feeling helpless, Atalanta, the person involved, sighed.

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

If it is just huge, of course it is impossible for Joan to become speechless.

The reason why she was too surprised to speak was because of the current state of Spartacus.

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

It looks like an octopus, but once it is swung, it should smash the enemy to pieces like a whip.

The legs were as thick as an old tree trunk, and countless feet grew out like insects.

Perhaps it is because the huge body cannot be supported by two legs alone, so the weight is shared in this way.

The head is almost completely sunken into the neck, while the shoulders protrude outwards like dinosaur-like upper and lower jaws.

"The Roar of the Beast".

It is more appropriate to say that it is a magic tool rather than a treasure!

Jeanne thought so.

Spartacus is still alive, he is still acting, and more importantly, he is still seeking battlefields and victories everywhere.

Convert part of the damage received into magic power, and keep saving to improve your own ability.

I'm afraid it also includes the ability to heal.

After receiving damage, it is converted into magic power to improve its own 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 speed is simply too fast.

Due to the loss of control of his healing ability, his body was out of normal range.

Even so, his physical ability continued to improve as the number of injuries increased, and as a result, his body gradually became abnormal.

"Is it there!"

The five eyeballs located 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 they were being bounced.

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

The ground shattered by the blast hit Joan of Arc and Atalanta like a grenade.

"Goo, woo!"

"Woo!"

Stones and rocks tore through their skin, and Joan even damaged part of her armor.

If it is not for the attack accompanied by magic power, the servant will never be injured.

However, the sword swung by Spartacus was imbued with overflowing magic power, and even the stones and rocks it smashed were polluted.

This is the same as when a follower throws a dagger.

However, the phenomenon that the magical power spreads to the stone crushed by the sword is also an experience that Jeanne has never experienced before.

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

Regarding Atalanta's apology, Joan slowly shook her head.

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

"Hmm. Actually, I have no objection to this point, but ah!"

Atalanta looked at Joan with a bitter expression.

Feeling the sudden chill that swept across her body, Joan couldn't help but tighten her expression.

"But what?"

"Because of an order from the Master, it's almost time for me to retreat."

"That, isn't it?"

After sighing, Atalanta patted Joan on the shoulder as if to comfort her.

"I'm really sorry, but I'll leave it to you."

"Wait a minute!"

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

Her running speed is hard to come by even Joan of Arc.

"ah!"

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

Joan raised her head silently and glanced upwards.

In front of him is a strange hero.

Holding a dagger that was about the size of a needle compared to the size of his body, he locked his target on Ruler.

Yes, Spartacus was a fighter who rebelled against all those in power.

In this sense, even if the other party is Ruler, there is no exception.

"It was counted."

Jeanne sighed helplessly.

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

"This is really helpless!"

"So what should we do next?"

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

But at this moment, in the distant sky, outside the hanging garden of Semiramis, a violent light cannon suddenly fell and shot towards the direction where Joan of Arc was.

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

"Spartacus!"

"Oops!"

Jeanne, who understood what was about to happen next, instantly showed a horrified expression.

The crisis of death hit her in an instant.