I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"Is it a Celtic god? This power... is it the sun god Rugal Mac Esolon? No, that's not right, this guy's spiritual power seems to be stronger than that god's!"

"Is this the miniature garden? It really makes one's fighting spirit soar; there are so many strong individuals here!"

In the sky, as the Old Man of the Mountain and Nessalian gazed at the Halloween Queen.

A golden fireball, as dazzling as the sun, slammed into the Star Sea Dragon King, sending the unfortunate fellow hurtling into the magma.

After announcing her arrival, the Halloween Queen turned her head to look at the Old Man of the Mountain and Nessalian, a slight smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Nice to meet you. I am the Queen of Halloween, the leader of the community 'QueenHalloween'. If you find that name too troublesome, you can call me Leah."

Chapter 83 The Queens of the Shadow Kingdom Clash

As the power of the simulated star map 'Virtual Star Tai Sui' slowly dissipated, the Mountain Elder felt his spirit and power gradually recovering, knowing that the Star Sea Dragon King had been completely defeated by the Halloween Queen Lia's attack just now.

“My name is Hassan al-Sabah, and this is my partner, Nessalian. May I ask what brings you here?”

The old man of the mountain did not react in any special way to the Halloween Queen, who did not show any obvious hostility, but instead chose to talk to her openly and frankly.

The strong often act by first trying to win people over with politeness, then resorting to force if negotiations fail, or even beating them into submission before talking.

"I was just passing by, but the road I was on was damaged by the aftermath of your battle, so I came to check on the situation."

The Halloween Queen shrugged, her ruby-like eyes gleaming with an unreadable light, like a blazing fire.

Such an aggressive gaze gave the old man a bad feeling, because he had recently felt a similar atmosphere from Scáthach.

The Halloween Queen, who was all smiles just a moment ago, suddenly turned serious and abruptly changed the subject.

"However, my journey has undoubtedly been delayed by your fighting. That annoying Star Sea Dragon King has been kicked out of the game."

"So let's have a fight. It's the fastest way to resolve this conflict."

Looking at the Halloween Queen eager to fight, Nessalian thought that this guy just wanted to fight, while the Old Man of the Mountain sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, these Celtic guys, who were obsessed with fighting, had nothing else on their minds but fighting.

While they were still locked in a standoff in the sky, the two queens of the Land of Shadows who had just collided on the ground started fighting first.

As Scáthach drove towards the ground and Scáthach wielding her magic spear closed in, they instantly sensed each other.

Although the two look different, they are undoubtedly both Scáthach, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom in their respective Celtic pantheons.

Theoretically speaking, they should be considered the same person, rather than just having the same name.

An unprovoked hostility erupted, as if a predetermined destiny had suddenly descended, and the two tacitly leaped into an open space.

"How could you wear such shameless clothes?!"

The moment Scáthach from the Little Garden saw Type-Moon Scáthach, she gasped in surprise, her face turning bright red at a visible speed, and steam rising from her head.

(Note: In the following text, Scáthach refers to the Sandbox Garden, while Master refers to Scáthach from Type-Moon.)

"This tight-fitting combat suit is perfect for sports. But what's with you dressed like a butler?"

The master craftsman, who was twirling and playing with the magic spear in his hand, looked down at his own clothes but didn't find anything wrong with them. Instead, he thought that the clothes the other person was wearing were not suitable for combat.

“As Her Majesty’s attendant, it is only natural that I should wear clothing appropriate to my status. What’s wrong with that?”

As Scáthach spoke, she drew her spear, her long braid hanging down her back, and a solemn look gathered in her blue-green eyes.

Upon seeing this, the master raised the demonic spear with one hand, stepped forward with his right foot into a bow stance, lowered his center of gravity slightly forward, and his crimson eyes showed the same caution as his opponent.

"It seems there's no need for us to introduce ourselves anymore; this feeling of familiarity has already given us the answer."

"Yes, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom from another world. I've fantasized about how I would fight if there were another version of myself, but I never thought this day would actually come."

"Oh? You've thought that way too? Me too."

Although they were chatting casually, neither of them was distracted; instead, they were fully focused on observing and being wary of each other's every move.

Although the person opposite them could be considered themselves, neither Master nor Scáthach dared to guarantee that they knew exactly what the other two did.

Even if the stories recorded in myths are the same, that is only the result; who can explain the details of the process?

Two demonic spears with the same name but different designs clashed like needles against wheat awns, their highly skilled physical techniques, honed to the extreme, meeting at this moment like a collision of planets.

The afterimage of the spear lingered in the air, not yet completely dissipated, while the two fighters had already moved to another location.

This is a comprehensive contest, encompassing strength, speed, and endurance in combat.

The fighting attitude that Master Master showed this time was even more serious than when he challenged the Old Man of the Mountain last time.

After all, for martial arts practitioners, 'oneself' is always the most worthy enemy to surpass.

"If a single spear strike reaches the pinnacle of skill, even killing a god is as easy as turning one's hand."

When she was a Servant, her weapon was the 'Piercing Death Thorn Spear', which was her Noble Phantasm. In her true form, it was a stabbing attack that could be used anytime, anywhere. The treacherous magic spear, as venomous as a snake, continuously stabbed at Scáthach's heart from various angles.

Faced with her master's unpredictable spear techniques, Scáthach calmly wielded her spear to block and deflect each attack, using her equally masterful spear skills to counter each move.

The once flat open space was quickly turned upside down by the aftershocks of the battle, leaving behind crisscrossing gullies, and the fallen leaves scattered in the air were torn to shreds by the gale stirred up by the spears.

The two queens of the Land of Shadows tried their best, but neither could completely suppress the other.

Then, runes appeared simultaneously on their fingertips, and the battle escalated once again, transforming from a simple contest of physical skills into a competition of magical and martial arts prowess.

The battle in the sky, which had been quiet for some time, resumed at the instigation of the Halloween Queen.

Freed from the suppression of the simulated star map 'Virtual Star Tai Sui', the Mountain Elder, wielding a greatsword, joined the battle, while Deathwing transformed into human form for ease of combat.

The two attacked the Halloween Queen, who was engulfed in golden sunfire, from different directions.

A massive golden mechanical clock appeared behind the Mountain Elder. Although the ghostly blue Netherfire was suppressed by the Sun God's Fire and could not unfold, the power of death was something the sun could not stop.

Although this powerful move, which resembled a unique skill, was previously considered magic, its meaning and spiritual status have changed with the judgment of the Garden of the Living.

Otherwise, how could the old man of the mountain stand tall in the three-digit all-around field!

Chapter 84 Two Masters, Double the Joy

Inside the Little Garden Knights' headquarters, a bored Holmes sat alone in a room, smoking his pipe as he sorted through all the available intelligence.

"Miss Leticia has already explained most of the things, but what about a world with a surface area comparable to a star and still having world boundaries?"

"Although it is a big mistake to confuse the unusual with the mysterious, I seem to have to take back what I once said."

"I wonder what kind of trouble Newton, Copernicus and those other guys would cause if they ever had the chance to come here in the future."

Holmes flipped through the handwritten documents bound in his hands, marking the parts that needed attention or further investigation with different colored pens.

Then he discovered that the black marker he usually used to erase parts that needed to be deleted had mysteriously disappeared.

"Perhaps it was left somewhere, or perhaps someone took it and used it."

After searching the room for a while, Holmes gave up on this pointless and time-wasting activity and returned to his desk, where he pulled a pen from a pile of pens.

"Forget it, I'll just use gray for now. Even though life is still boring today, I can only try my best not to waste my time in mediocrity."

The black marker, which Holmes had seemingly forgotten, was at the peak of its lifespan.

Although this broken pen is just an ordinary pen, and not some kind of cultivated monster or demon beast.

"Hahaha, you lost again! Come on, a bet's a bet! Lift up that annoying kimono of yours."

Holding a black marker, Merry smiled with a perverted grin as she looked at the blank-faced white-haired older woman in front of her.

With her moral integrity still intact, Bai Ye Wang reluctantly reached out and slowly pulled up the hem of her kimono, exposing her long, smooth legs inch by inch to the air.

When her clothes were completely lifted, the two words written on the inner side of Bai Ye Wang's right thigh were also exposed, making her, who had a proud personality, feel quite ashamed.

"Hehe, another one to add. That means I've played with Little White eleven times now."

As she spoke, Meryl uncapped the marker and used it to leave a jet-black mark on White Night King's smooth, white jade-like thigh, her face beaming with unparalleled satisfaction.

"Hey, hey, hey, you've lost eleven times! My family is completely innocent; you haven't done anything bad to us!"

The White Night King, who had previously wanted to display his demon king's majesty, was now making a fuss that no one felt threatened. His body was lying on his side and his clothes were half open, making him look more like a weakling.

"Really? Whatever, you've only won three times so far. If you're scared, just admit defeat."

Mary tossed the black marker in her hand, and with her left hand slightly lifted her high-slit mage robe, revealing the three strokes that the White Night King had drawn on her thigh.

Seeing Meryl's provocative manner, White Night King, unable to resist the goading, impulsively abandoned his last remaining sense of shame and began to be completely led astray by the gentlemanly Meryl.

"Who's afraid of who? Today, I'm really going to go all out with you. Get ready for the next round! I, the White Night King, will never accept a fourth defeat! Never!!"

Seeing the White Night King fall into her trap, Meryl secretly revealed a smug smile. Her violet eyes shimmered with a light almost identical to her own eye color, yet there was no magical fluctuation.

"Come on, come on, don't let me write tally marks all over your legs, that would be embarrassing."

While Merry and the White Night King were having a great time within the community, Master and Scáthach were also having a great time fighting hundreds of miles away.

Unlike Scáthach of the Little Garden, who is always surrounded by powerful figures, Master, who has been confined to the Land of Shadows and unable to travel freely, has accumulated an immense fighting spirit.

In the past, her opponents were not weak; they were killed by her in no time.

Or perhaps he was just too strong, taking down his master in just a few moves after he had just enjoyed a few minutes of combat.

An evenly matched opponent like this is exactly the best battle option that Master has been longing for.

If she has the stamina, she could definitely keep fighting until the end of time or until all her desires are satisfied.

Scáthach looked at her otherworldly self, who was becoming increasingly frenzied as the battle dragged on, her eyes burning with an indomitable fighting spirit and a thirst for victory.

The two, each wielding dual pistols, swept, thrust, and stabbed, displaying the essential techniques of the ultimate spear technique, a return to simplicity. It was impossible to tell who drew the runes, which shimmered with magical light in the air, their movements intertwined.

Both spears shot out simultaneously, aiming for each other's necks. Sensing the danger, the two men, as if they had planned it, simultaneously withdrew their spears.

The master used his spear tip to prop himself up and kicked Scáthach in the chest. Scáthach parried the kick with her spear and then swung her other spear at the spear the master was using for support.

Seeing the opponent's spear whistling through the air, the master used the spear's resilience to push off, performing a backflip and landing steadily on the ground. He then raised his spear to meet the charging Scáthach head-on.

A rune symbolizing 'penetration' lit up at the tip of the magic spear, startling Scáthach who was running. She hurriedly stumbled, but the hair tie binding her braids was still pulled off.

By this point in the battle, both of their purple bodysuits and black butler uniforms had been torn to shreds by the aftershocks of the strong wind.

The two men, who had temporarily stopped fighting, looked at each other's disheveled appearance and smiled, fully demonstrating the boldness of Celtic warriors. Then they raised their hands and unleashed a flurry of gunfire that was too dazzling to be seen with the naked eye.

"If this continues, it might go on forever, even until Her Majesty the Queen finishes the battle. How about we settle this with a single strike?"

"Looks like you had no choice in the matter. Anyway, you had a great time this time, so I have no objections."

"Thank you for understanding. If you ever feel the urge to play again, just come find me in the community 'QueenHalloween'. I'm always ready to play."