Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

An identical set of armor was then placed over Archer's body.

This Mythical Mystic Code possesses the true essence of Emiya Shirou's iron-forging power.

Archer gave the Mythic Mystic Craft Essence to Shirou Emiya because he believed that Shirou Emiya, whose iron-making conditions had further improved, might even be able to project the Mythic Mystic Craft Essence.

He himself was quite clear that even if he obtained the Mythic Mystic Code, he would not be able to project it.

This is due to the difference in their iron-forging abilities. If Archer could reach the level of Shirou Emiya's iron-forging at this time, with the support of the Mythic Mystic Code, he might also be able to project it.

"I'm really envious!"

Archer could only express his envy with great reluctance, as he certainly did not meet the requirements for iron smelting.

“Boom boom boom boom boom—!”

The earth is shaking.

"Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar—!"

The beast is roaring

　Amidst the swirling smoke ahead, a tall, imposing figure slowly emerged, seemingly filling the entire space.

It is entirely a dirty black color.

It stared at Shirou Emiya and Archer with a beast-like murderous intent.

His muscular arms further accentuated his strength.

An overwhelming presence emanated from the other person, like a tangible pressure that enveloped the entire space in front of them.

That was a giant, a giant who could look down on all the tiny creatures in front of him.

"Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar—!"

It roared, it roared with utter fury, its massive axe, sized for its size, gleaming under the starlight, as it swung it down directly at Shirou Emiya and Archer.

Its cries alone were like a raging storm.

The atmosphere was instantly crushed by this powerful force, and even space itself seemed to be cleaved apart. The giant axe fell towards Shirou Emiya and Archer's heads at an extremely terrifying speed.

The next moment —

Just before the giant axe fell, two golden beams of light flashed in the air.

The terrifying giant had no power to resist and was directly cut into four pieces, turning into black mud that fell to the ground.

"The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Galatine) —!"

Chapter 772 Suppressing the Sea of ​​Life

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Chapter 773 It was all Gaia's conspiracy

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Chapter 774 Just Focus on Direct Output

Joan of Arc, clad in silver armor, raced through the castle, heading towards the top floor at top speed.

Emiya Shirou, Sakura, and Jeanne, who possess the "King of No Face," naturally wouldn't be discovered by Vlad III.

But that doesn't mean he can't sense the movements of the rescued NPCs.

If he couldn't sense it, he wouldn't have been able to pierce through the escaping NPC with his steel gun.

He possessed a certain degree of awareness within this castle.

It's almost certain that Vlad III noticed when Shirou Emiya rescued the NPCs.

Emiya Shirou might be able to protect some of the NPCs who are trying to escape, but he can't protect all of them. At this moment, it is extremely important for someone to hold off Vlad III and prevent him from attacking the NPCs who are trying to escape below.

Jeanne d'Arc also made her way to the top floor as quickly as possible, because soon Sakura would contact Shinji Matou and have him destroy the surveillance system on the entire floor.

This is the moment when she clashes with Vlad III, and also the moment when Shirou Emiya and Sakura rescue the NPCs.

In less than a few minutes, Joan of Arc had climbed all the floors and, without disturbing any creatures or labyrinth guards, bypassed numerous obstacles to reach the top floor.

It can be said that the speed is extremely fast, after all, with the revelation, one can reach the place one wants to go to in the fastest way.

If it were Emiya Shirou, it would probably take a considerable amount of time.

I don’t know if it was because my luck had dropped drastically, but I almost got spotted several times while I was running.

The Faceless King can be discovered if he is touched.

Joan of Arc was also thankful that the castle did not diminish her agility, which saved her from disaster.

Before her stood an open iron gate, its intricate patterns gleaming with an ancient bronze sheen.

The dark red carpet, as if it had been stained with blood, stretched from the corridor all the way to the main hall.

The hall was dimly lit, with only the sound of the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling swaying in the wind and the candle flames crackling slightly as they burned.

An extremely terrifying sense of oppression, accompanied by a faint smell of blood, arose from ahead, causing Joan of Arc to slow her approach.

At this moment, under the dim moonlight, Vlad III sat quietly in front of the coffin in the center of the hall, holding a piece of paper in his hand, as if wiping something.

Under the dim moonlight, his figure appeared so lonely and desolate.

Even just from his back view, Joan of Arc could sense the sorrow in his heart.

However, when facing an enemy, Joan of Arc was by no means a sentimental person. She stared at her opponent, checking his current stats.

弗拉德三世

Occupation: Lancer

Muscle strength: A+

Durability: A+

Agility: B

Magic: A

Lucky: B

Noble Phantasm: A

Under normal circumstances, Servants are mostly unable to see the stats of other Servants like Mages do, generally because Servants have not learned magic to detect the stats of other Servants like Mages do.

As for Jeanne d'Arc, when she was a Ruler, she would basically check all the data of the Servant she saw. Even after she was transformed into a Lancer, Jeanne d'Arc still had the habit of glancing at the opponent's data before each battle.

While I can't do what Ruler did, or even see through the opponent's inherent skills, I can see the opponent's specific stats just like a normal Master.

"So strong!"

Upon seeing the opponent's stats, Joan of Arc frowned. Inside Dracula's castle, Vlad III, empowered by both vampires and the guardian spirits of the kingdom, was simply too powerful.

Such a stat could even allow a direct confrontation with Lu Bu without being at a disadvantage, and might even put him under pressure, provided that Lu Bu has not yet regained his senses.

Even with great power, without the corresponding rational guidance, relying solely on instinct to fight will inevitably put one at a disadvantage when facing beings of the same level.

Joan of Arc moved closer, her footsteps extremely soft.

If we're being honest, shouldn't Dracula be the one lying in the coffin in Dracula's castle?

But when she looked from a distance, it seemed that there were other people lying inside, and Vlad III appeared to be wiping them with the paper in his hand.

The surveillance has not yet been cut off, and Joan of Arc is not in a hurry to take action against Vlad III. Her goal is to delay, not to win.

She walked slowly to Vlad III's side and saw what was lying in the coffin.

It was a doll, a woman doll with curly orange short hair, a pair of orange eyes like gemstones, an extremely thin figure, and dressed in clothes like a rag doll.

She lay quietly in the coffin, without speaking, without any physical movement, and not even her eyes moved.

From any perspective, she was simply an extremely beautiful doll.

But the revelation told Joan of Arc that she was still alive.

She is alive.

At this moment, Joan of Arc remembered the lifelike dolls she had seen in the corridors when she was rushing through the castle.

The revelation gave her an extremely unusual feeling at the time, but she was in a hurry to get to the top floor and did not think about it carefully. Now that she thinks about it, those dolls were probably made from living people.

inhuman.

Joan of Arc's actions can only be described as inhumane. She didn't know what it was like to be made into a doll, but it must have felt terrible.

Unable to speak, only able to watch helplessly as their bodies are manipulated by others, the thought of it is incredibly terrifying.

Vlad III, sitting before the coffin, wore an extremely maniacal smile as he looked at the orange-haired doll lying inside, his eyes brimming with intense emotion.

That was his Master, the person he respected, his lover, and his wife—Lanlu-kun, whose true name was unknown.

She took off that clown-like mask.

She was finally free from the contradiction of only being able to indulge in the things she loved.

She no longer had to struggle against the dark side that was constantly devouring her.

But the price is becoming a doll where even moving your eyes is a luxury.

Joan of Arc looked at Vlad III lying in the coffin with a deeply sorrowful expression, and slowly raised the flag in her hand, pointing it at him.

The appointed time was fast approaching, and she had no time to wait.

Chapter 775 Everyone! Follow my lead and charge forward!

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