I Will Be the Son of Man

"Waiting is not in my dictionary!"

Is this the end...

Atalanta gave up on him. More correctly, according to the order conveyed by the pigeon, she chose the option of focusing on rescue if the persuasion failed.

"Oh, that's what I thought it would be. He, Berserker's class isn't just for show!"

Hearing the sound falling from the sky, Atalanta looked up at the branches above.

A young man with a leisurely smile was standing there.

That was quite a handsome man.

But that beauty is not the beauty of an elegant knight that would make a nobleman's heart flutter. The man's eyes are as sharp as a raptor's, and although his vigorous body is thick, he is not vulgar.That is the heroic style that men, women, old people, children, and everyone yearn for.

"By the way, why did you come here, Rider?"

"Of course it's because I'm worried about you. Isn't that obvious, sister!"

"Oh, yes."

Atalanta neither blushed, nor surprised, nor even angry, completely unresponsive.

If it is an ordinary woman, no matter how virtuous the wife is, these words are undoubtedly enough to make her face shy.

But rhetoric meant nothing to the Atalanta who had lived among wild beasts.

She just looked at Rider Achilles with that plain gaze, as if waiting for his next words.

"Well, well, in fact, this is just one of the reasons."

"I remember that you and that [Hero of Silver] seem to be siblings, right? So, can you tell me a little bit about what kind of person he is?"

Achilles seemed unable to bear Atalanta's gaze, turned his face away, and scratched his head.

For the legendary hero who is on par with Hercules and may even surpass the Hercules, since he was a child, Achilles has learned from his mother Thetis and his father Peleus. Heard there.

His mother told him that the [Silver Hero] was a very strange person.

He didn't have appeals or prayers like other heroes, he was just looking for something.

And his father told him that the [Silver Hero] was a close friend of Hercules, and the only one who could restrain the captain of the Argonaut from being too indulgent at times.

All in all, the reviews are weird.

But it was such a strange person who alone killed Hydra the Hydra, wiped out the strange bird on the shore of Stympharos Lake, solved the bull in Crete, and even went to the underworld alone and survived successfully. .....

Moreover, he was loved by the gods of Olympus after that, and he was a veritable "big hero".

Thanks to this, [Hero of Silver] left an indelible impression on Achilles when he was a child.

——The object of longing, maybe, it’s okay to say that.

After all, compared with Hercules, such feats are not far behind.

It is precisely because of this that in the original Trojan War, Achilles let go of the queen named Penthesilea who came from the country of Amazon female warriors.

It's simply because the queen's sister, Hippolyta, seems to have an ambiguous relationship with [Hero of Silver], which made him subconsciously hold back his hand during the battle.

Of course, in fact, if possible, Achilles would like to fight that [Silver Hero].

After all, the object of longing is the object of longing, but this does not hinder his heart as a warrior, wanting to fight the opponent.

Hearing Achilles' words, Atalanta's expression eased a little, not as flat as before.

"It's not [Hero of Silver], that kid is called Hill, remember it well for me."

"As for his affairs, let's talk about it when we go back. Now, there is no time for that."

As soon as Atalanta's words fell, her eyes fell to the front of Spartacus.

There, the auras of several servants were approaching rapidly.

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Chapter 008: Sister, Long Time No See (12,13,13.5/n)

East of Tulyfas, ideal forest.

"come yet?"

On the branch, the cat ears on Atalanta's head fluttered slightly, and heard the movement from a distance.

"A follower of Black?"

On a high branch not far from her, Achilles squinted his eyes, and called out a spear in his hand, with a confident sneer on his face.

"No, not a follower."

As soon as Atalanta's words fell, Spartacus, who had been advancing, encountered obstacles in front of him.

Those were the spearheads of Yugdomirenia, the artificial humans used for combat, and the bronze golems proud of their huge bodies that even Spartacus had to look up at. There were more than a hundred of them.

"What should I do? Do you want to help him?"

Achilles' proposal was slightly disappointing.

It's okay to be a Servant, an enemy of this level doesn't need help at all.There was no need, so the two chose to sit on the sidelines.

"Puppet of the sad tyrant, at least rest under my sword and fist!"

He was smashed into the shoulder by the tomahawk of the android, and slammed into the face by the fist of the golem.Despite being hit by a fist that could crush steel, Spartacus's smile never faded.

Rather, I always feel that that smile has simply become brighter.

From the very beginning, Spartacus had no intention of evading any attack.Rather, he even deliberately jumped into the attack.

Accept the attack, bear it in vain.Wounded, hurt.

Even so, that relaxed smile never disappeared.Soon, although they were not out of strength, the man-made humans and golems became confused and stopped attacking.At this time, Spartacus began to act.

His hand grabbed the face of the golem.The golem, estimated to be about three meters long, was easily thrown far away, crushing the artificial people who happened to be at the place where it fell.

"Come on, you too."

Saying that, Spartacus slashed the sword horizontally at will.

Just like this, the upper body of the artificial human present was blown away.

He punched the struggling golem, and the magic-enhanced bronze head shattered into ashes.

The tyranny of Spartacus has not stopped, he looks like a typhoon in the world, every time he swings his sword, every time he punches, it can cause huge damage.

The appearance of smiling and wreaking havoc is no different from the nightmare. Even the artificial human with weak feelings will flee in fear.

After tearing the last golem into pieces, Spartacus nodded in satisfaction, and then started to walk forward again.

"Laughing..."

"...You can still laugh."

Atalanta and Achilles looked at each other with the peculiar discomfort of witnessing something horrific.

Fighting is a matter of course, and victory is also a matter of course. They have neither any complaints nor half admiration for this tragic ending.But the smiling appearance of Spartacus from the beginning to the end was enough to make them chill.

"Should I say that you are truly Berserker..."

Sighing, a bit of iron and engine oil smell suddenly appeared in the air, making Atalanta's nose tremble a little unhappily, and her brows furrowed.

"what happened?"

Sensing the other party's strange reaction, Achilles asked.

"Black's servant, here we come."

"Is that so, it's just right! However, if you want to cause harm to me, you can't do it if you don't dispatch all of them!"

A smile appeared on Achilles' face, and he had already sensed that the aura of two servants came over first.

The clear sword aura that cannot be concealed should be Black's Saber, and the other, Berserker...

"What are we going to do, Miss?"

"I told you not to call me by that name."

Atalanta looked at Spartacus who was still advancing below, and said.

"It's probably impossible to stop that guy, so let's cover for that guy first."

"If Black's people can keep attacking him without plan, it will be beneficial to our side."

"After all, that guy has such a treasure."

"learn."

Putting the spear on his shoulders, Achilles smiled.

"Then, leave the two who came first to me to clean up!"

After speaking, Achilles turned into a spirit son and disappeared in place.

And Atalanta also took out the bow in her hand at this time, staring forward with both eyes.

******

"Go, Astolfo, let us see the power of Charlemagne's twelve warriors!"

The master of the Black Rider, Selene Kai, said to the cute-looking knight with a ponytail and long pink hair with a serious face.

"Oh, I hate it, I really don't want to do barbaric things."

Black Rider Astolfo spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"However, forget it, there is no way to do this, just let you see my strength!"

Patting his face, he cheered up, and a knight's spear appeared in Astolfo's hand, with a smile on his face.

The small body easily swung the spear, Astolfo raised the corner of his mouth, and with both legs exerted force, he cut through the air with a whoosh, and rushed straight towards the forest not far away.

And the rest of the black team followed closely behind.

However, even though there was momentum, Astolfo was still startled when he saw the group of walking muscles.

The sharp sword directly cut down the thick tree in front of him, and at the same time as there was a cracking sound, Astolfo hurriedly lowered his waist, and blocked his face with the spear to prevent flying debris from entering his eyes.