The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"..."

At this moment, Wang Chong felt as if countless horses were galloping through his heart, and he felt an extremely cold chill.

Merlin's voice finally returned to normal, as if sensing Wang Chong's murderous intent to gank him in the next moment:

"Ahaha, big brother, I'm just kidding you~ Oh, can't help it, I'm live streaming for King Solomon right now. It's really a bit inconvenient~"

"Stop talking nonsense. I have something important to ask you. I just wanted to ask if you've observed this..."

Wang Chong had already gotten used to Merlin's tricks. As time was running out, he immediately explained the whole story.

"Hmm..." Merlin said, with a rare moment of seriousness, "I can't rule out your guess... but there's something a little off about it."

"What's wrong?" Wang Chong asked.

"Goetia is not like me. She probably wouldn't like to do such mischievous things." Merlin said with a smile.

"..."

At first glance, it sounded like another of Merlin's cynical remarks, but Wang Chong couldn't find a point to refute it, as this was also the point of his doubts.

Although he knew that the Demon King Goetia would be so bored that he would go to the London singularity just to urinate, but such a shady trick was really unlike Goetia to do.

"So you don't have to worry too much. You're here in this singularity anyway, so why worry about it causing any trouble?" Merlin said with a smile. "Oh, that white-haired guy seems to be almost completely gone... It's really strange, the Servants who fought against him are all in a bit of a trance."

After hearing Merlin's words, Wang Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the city that had come into view, and immediately said, "Mary, Albion, I'll go there first."

After saying that, Wang Chong dodged and shot forward at an extremely fast speed.

……

A few minutes ago, in the city of Lyon, many innocent citizens were transformed into zombies, wreaking havoc across the city. Meanwhile, in a corner, a white-haired man knocked down a zombie with his bare hands, then dragged his severely injured body deeper into the corner.

"!!"

Suddenly, the white-haired man stopped immediately as if he had sensed some crisis.

"boom!"

The building in front of the white-haired man collapsed, and a huge figure appeared in the smoke. It was a sub-dragon with a lion's head, crawling like a turtle. On its back stood a purple-haired woman holding a cross scepter, emitting a terrifying magical reaction.

"Tsk... Is there no way to escape?"

The white-haired man subconsciously wanted to draw his sword from behind, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, smiled bitterly, clenched his fists, and prepared to fight with his bare hands.

"Want a fistfight? This is truly a rare contest."

After seeing this, the purple-haired woman jumped off the dragon species, placed the cross scepter in her hand aside, and then made a fist.

……

"boom!"

"Ahem! What a strange power..."

After several minutes of fighting, the white-haired man who was good at using the broadsword was obviously not as good as the purple-haired woman in front of him in boxing. After being hit by a punch again, he directly crashed into the house behind him and could only barely crawl out of the ruins.

However, he was already severely injured, and after facing these punches, his injuries were even worse. The only reason he was not killed yet was purely due to the physical effects added by his own legend.

But even so, he was almost at the end of his rope. If he suffered another fatal blow, he would be completely killed by the enemy and would have to leave the battlefield with regret.

"What a pity! Although it gave me a little pleasure, I have no reason to let you go."

The purple-haired woman picked up her scepter and said slowly:

"Without your sword, 'Dragon Slayer', you are no longer qualified to save everything here. Rather than continue to suffer, it is better to cut ties now and see if another miracle will appear."

"Strange place, strange people... But saving people... Is this the mission I was summoned here for?"

The white-haired man slowly stood up from the ruins, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all because of the other party's words.

"Whether or not I am qualified to save this place is not determined by the sword... but by the fighting spirit and determination in my heart."

The white-haired man clenched his fists again, ready to attack, and then shouted, "It is not my style to sit back and wait for death. Come and fight, unknown Servant. Only death can deprive me of all my rights."

"As expected of the legendary 'Dragon Slayer', I will give my all and give you the heroic exit you deserve! Go! Tarrasque!"

The purple-haired woman jumped onto the dragon species. The dragon named Tarasque roared, and then spit out a huge beam of magic light from its mouth, and rushed straight towards the white-haired man.

The white-haired man crossed his fists, intending to rely on his body, which was like a candle in the wind, to withstand the fatal blow.

But just as the beam of light was about to hit the white-haired man, a huge green sword fell from the sky and landed directly on the ground. When the beam of light hit the green sword, it was unable to shake it at all.

"What kind of filthy power is this?"

The purple-haired woman frowned, as if she discerned the ominous nature of the black mist power emanating from the green sword. A single Noble Phantasm, relying solely on its own power, could withstand the barrage of her own mount, the Tarasque. Its master must be a truly formidable being.

"Could it be his other treasure? No... He seems to be surprised by the appearance of this treasure." The purple-haired woman looked at the expression of the white-haired man and was immediately confirmed.

"Power is neither good nor bad. It is only the person who uses it who determines whether it is good or bad."

A voice came from the sky, echoing in the ears of the two.

"Who are you!" the purple-haired woman's eyes narrowed and she shouted.

"Just like the Iron Fist Saint who protects the people, isn't she now using that same power for evil? Am I right, Saint Martha?"

At this moment, a black mist suddenly descended from the sky to the side of the green sword, and then a man walked out of the black mist, pulled the green sword out of the ground, and spoke slowly.

Chapter 22: Martha is kidnapped

The purple-haired woman, whom the man called Marda, was looking at the newcomer with a serious expression.

The level of magical power that seemed to be condensed in the opponent's body was truly terrifying. Even in Marda's lifetime, it was an extremely rare existence. Not to mention in France today.

Especially since the other party was able to reveal her real name in one sentence, this made Marda doubt whether the other party was a heroic spirit of the same generation as herself.

"Who are you and why do you know my real name?" Martha asked immediately.

"Tarask." However, the man simply pointed at the giant dragon beneath Marda and said calmly, "You just called out its name yourself. Since you've tamed it, is your identity that difficult to guess?"

"I see. So, are you planning to intervene and stop it?" Martha asked directly.

"Just leave now, and I'll let bygones be bygones." The man said calmly.

"Ha... You're really arrogant. I can tell you're strong, but if you're capable, let's have a real fight! Besides..."

Marda narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly, "They are here too."

Following Marda's words, a "jiejiejie" laugh was heard, and a man with half of his face covered by a terrifying mask appeared, floating in the air.

"What an interesting scene... Let me, the Phantom of the Opera, add more fear to this interesting scene."

The man, the Servant Assassin, said with a sinister smile.

At the same time, Vlad III and Camilla emerged from a bloody mist. They licked the blood, apparently having just had a hearty meal.

"What's going on? Haven't you dealt with the dragon slayer yet?"

At this moment, Gilles de Ray slowly landed on the building from the air with the textbook in his hand, and couldn't help but say as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Another Servant appeared and blocked my fatal attack." Martha said truthfully.

"Another Servant?" Gilles de Rey looked at the man covered in black mist, frowning slightly. He didn't know why the other party gave him a familiar aura.

"Then let's kill them all together." However, Gilles de Res did not think much about it and immediately gave the order to kill.

"They are two strong lives, but that black mist makes me feel sick. Grand Duke Vlad, why don't you try that guy? I will deal with the dragon slayer?" Camilla said.

"You really know how to take on easy tasks, madam. Don't you think that black mist fits your dirty temperament?" Vlad III mocked.

"Phew, what a trouble." The man in black mist holding the green sword didn't say much. The next moment, a large amount of black mist escaped, covering everyone.

"Not good! This black fog can block people's perception!" Vlad III said.

"Hmph, in times like this, we, the Assassins, have to rely on you."

Although the black fog also obscured Camilla and the Phantom of the Theater, their tracking skills as Assassins allowed them to vaguely sense each other's positions.

"Huh? You're actually rushing towards me? I really am being underestimated!"

Camilla, who rushed forward, seemed to feel that the other party was speeding towards her. She snorted coldly and prepared the iron treasure behind her to fight.

"whispering sound--!!!"

But the moment she finally saw the other person in the black fog, Camilla instantly fell to her knees. An unimaginable fear and oppression from above made her dare not look directly into the other person's golden eyes.

"This...this is...?!"

Camilla trembled with fear. The oppressive power of the superior made her feel that the other party could completely destroy her with just a thought. The instinct of her blood was frantically warning her, forcing her to kneel on the ground, not daring to move a single step.

The other party flashed past with Siegfried and immediately passed by Camilla without even looking at her.

"Woo!"

A woman's fierce groan was heard in the black fog, and then everything became silent.

"Wind, blow them away!" At this time, Gilles de Ray also successfully launched the wind magic, blowing away all the black fog surrounding them.

When the black fog dissipated, Gilles de Rais looked around and saw that Siegfried and the mysterious man were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it! They actually let them get away! What were you all doing there!" Gilles de Rais shouted angrily.

"The black fog obscured my vision, so I couldn't pursue them. But didn't the two Assassins, Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera, catch them?"

Vlad III first took off the pot on himself and said.

Gilles de Ray immediately started looking for the whereabouts of the theater succubus and Camilla, but what he saw made him even more angry.

The theater succubus collapsed to the ground, seemingly near death. Camilla even knelt on her knees, looking both awkward and humiliating.

"Hey, Madam, you were chasing someone, why did you kneel down?"

When Vlad III saw Camilla's appearance, he sighed with some schadenfreude.

"Idiot! You... ha... what do you think I want? You have no idea what I've been through! When you face that guy head-on, you'll only look uglier than me!"

After hearing Vlad III's ridicule, Camilla finally suppressed her fear with anger, stood up, and while scolding, she still looked frightened.

This aroused Vlad III's curiosity, and he asked, "Oh? What kind of thing could scare you like this? I really want to see it for myself."

"Haha...you'll understand once you see it." Camilla sneered and didn't answer directly.

"Why is Rider gone?" However, at this moment, Gilles de Ray let out a sharp cry.

"Could she be tracking those two? She's a Rider after all. With her mobility, it might be difficult for us to catch up now." Vlad III said after seeing this.

"Really?" Gilles de Rais asked with a hint of doubt.

"It's impossible that Marda was abducted without even being able to withstand a single blow. Even if she was abducted, there is still such a huge turtle-shell dragon." Camilla also said.

"...So, Camilla, what exactly is going on? Who is that man? Why does he make you so scared?" Gilles de Ray asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know... I don't know who that man is... but he carries an aura that makes us vampires utterly terrified. If we confront him directly, we will inevitably be severely suppressed."

Camilla said.

"Is there really such a thing in history that can suppress the aura of vampires like us? Even those legendary vampire hunters or silver artifacts may not be able to have such a suppressive effect on us."

After hearing Camilla's explanation, Vlad III fell into deep thought.

"Suppress the vampire servants?"

Gilles de Rais thought for a moment, but he clearly had no specific goal in mind. However, none of them noticed that Camilla's fleeting sneer clearly concealed something.

"Forget it, I'll go back and report this to Jeanne-sama. I'll also let Jeanne-sama know about Martha's current situation. You guys just wait and search here, no matter if you find Martha or the two Servants!"

Gilles de Rey said this and flew off towards Orleans on a wyvern.

"This is really helpless. What do you think? Do you stay here and guard it, or do you want me to go and look for the traces of those two servants?" Vlad III looked at Camilla and asked.

"You've already said it clearly, why are you still asking me?" Camilla sneered and said, "I can't wait to see you return home disappointed."

"The more you say that, the more curious I am about what kind of person that man is, the one who could terrify you so much... Then I'll leave this place to you while I look for their whereabouts."

Vlad III smiled elegantly and began to walk out of the city.

"How foolish! You will pay the price for your arrogance, Grand Duke Vlad..." Camilla sneered as she watched Vlad III leave, muttering softly:

"That's a higher being than any of us can reach... the true source of the blood curse..."

"Its name is: True Ancestor."

……

"Master, we were originally going to land in the city, but we suddenly changed direction and flew into the hills."

In a valley, a black fog platform finally descended. Mary stepped off the platform and immediately spotted Wang Chong, who was hurrying towards her.