I am a Type-Moon comic artist!

but--

Under the Servant's arrow, it couldn't even last a minute! It was already reduced to crumbling ruins.

This is... a Servant—

If she were to actually fight these monsters, even if we disregard a sneak attack, she could still kill two of them.

But Barthezmello's honor made her disdain doing that. If it was a comparison, then let's compare in a head-on battle, a direct confrontation.

As a result... apart from Assassin, she found that she couldn't beat any of them... Oh right, she could beat Caster, like Shakespeare.

But comparing fighting strength with someone who wields a pen...

I must become stronger! I must hone my skills even more.

She also has to...she absolutely must enter that field!

The realm where humans challenge Servants—

Chapter 248 White Dragon

"You're here..." DIO said, rubbing his slightly dizzy head.

"Lord DIO, the escape route is ready—" the Dead Apostle said to DIO from inside the collapsed building.

boom----

An arrow flew over and pierced right at DIO's feet.

"Alright, let's go..."

DIO stood up, his gaze turning cold as he stared at the arrow that had brought him deadly danger: "No one needs to stay here, we just need to run... There are only eight hours left, no... maybe even less than eight hours!"

The escape route had already been prepared.

DIO had long foreseen this situation.

The next moment, several people ran away through the escape tunnel...

If...nothing unexpected happens—

Thump thump thump thump————

"What's this?" DIO turned his head slightly and saw a Servant charging towards him through the passage, roaring and rampaging.

“Berserker…” DIO said, frowning slightly. “Leave one person behind to hold him off—”

“In that case…how about I take it over, Lord DIO?” Joseph Dawson, holding a black box in his hand, bowed with one hand and said.

"Go ahead, it's up to you."

As DIO spoke, he led the other Dead Apostles away.

We can't stay too long. Right now, it's just a Berserker. If everyone stayed, we could indeed kill the Berserker, but... that would just mean we'd all be wiped out too.

The only outcome is death!

This alone won't do; we must persevere until the new moon arrives.

pat-

Joseph Dawson put the box down and grinned as he watched the Berserker charging towards him. "Seriously... you hurt me so much last time... I have to make you pay for that pain!"

"Roar—(Get out of the way, minions—!)!" Berserker roared, thrusting his halberd forward—

It's like a heavy truck trying to turn everything in front of it into mincemeat.

but--

boom----!!!

“Roar…” Berserker paused for a moment…

It's blocked!

His charge was stopped!

At that moment, Berserker seemed to see a dragon behind this Dead Apostle—

A white dragon!

A white dragon exuding a familiar aura—

"Hoo..." The Dead Apostle, whose face was covered in scales, raised his head, his left hand, now dragon-like, blocking Berserker's path.

A plow mark more than ten meters long appeared on the ground—

The Dead Apostle used this to block the Berserker's charge!

"Why did I stay? Because—I'm the best person to stop you!" With that, he clenched his right fist and swung it hard at Berserker, causing Berserker to take a small step back!

"This is truly... a monster! Even with the help of the British white dragon, this is the best that can be achieved?"

He is a user of the Divine Age Mystic Code, which is a Mystic Code formed by regeneration and possession using white dragon scales through a type of magic called activation.

With this, he was able to possess power that was among the top in the high-ranking Dead Apostles.

but...

It still can't compare to this one in front of me—

He blocked his own full-force punch by only taking a small step back, while Berserker's Impact Dead Apostle had to retreat more than ten meters to stop it.

but...

That's enough!

clatter--

Joseph Dawson took several steps back forcefully.

In this narrow passage, there was nowhere to hide from the monster; the only option was to block it! Block it!

boom--

Boom boom boom—

Punch after punch was thrown out.

Finally, even Berserker retreated several meters.

"Hahahaha—" Joseph Dawson laughed loudly, "The first time! This feeling—even when I used this thing before, I couldn't achieve this effect, but today, I don't know what's going on... I don't know what's happening! Power—is surging out endlessly! Ahh! I know! This must be Lord DIO's blessing—the blessing that gave me this final battle!"

boom--

boom--

The Dead Apostle's body began to swell, and wings slowly appeared behind him—

Claws and henchmen.

He... was about to be swallowed up by that formal attire.

Generally speaking, this is unlikely. After all, this is a ceremonial garment passed down from the Age of Gods, and its safety has long been calculated. There is no possibility that the ceremonial garment will devour its host.

but...

That refers to the general situation!

"Roar—————— (Is that all?)!" Berserker roared, and with a single stroke, he severed the white dragon's arm and wings from its back.

"Hoo! (Make way!)"

thump—

The next moment, Berserker's pupils also contracted slightly. He really... blocked it?

The Dead Apostle had lost consciousness, but his severed arm had been reattached, and his two dragon claws blocked Berserker's attack!

Not a single one of his attacks could withstand the retreat!

Although there was a reason he didn't use his full strength, but...

"Roar——————!!!" Berserker roared, briefly losing all his rationality. When he came to his senses, the ground was already a pile of minced meat!

"Hmph—" He let out a heavy sigh, as if saying "trash"...

Indeed... this thing is very powerful, but...

Even the White Dragon himself might not be able to defeat Lu Bu! He's just a product of a divine artifact going berserk—he...picked the wrong opponent!

"Roar----"

The next moment, the Berserker roared and charged forward once again like a heavy truck.

and...

A knight slowly emerged from behind the passage...

The knight's armor, which could be vaguely discerned to originally be white and green... was now shrouded in black.

He put one arm on the ground and let out a soft growl!

The next moment, the shattered flesh and blood around him converged upon him, merging into his armor...

He... is the Berserker summoned by Kariya Matou—

It was also the culprit behind the mutation of the Dead Apostles' ceremonial attire.

The white dragon from Britain, the embodiment of the island—Vortigern the dragon!

Chapter 249 The Person with Extraordinary Luck

Looking at the faint sunlight at the end of the passage, DIO said, "The rest is up to you guys. I'm going to become a spirit now!"

"Yes, leave it to us, Lord Dior!"

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