A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"..."

At this moment, Wang Chong felt as if countless horses were galloping through his mind, and he felt extremely terrified.

Seemingly sensing Wang Chong's murderous intent to step into Avalon and gank him at any moment, Merlin's voice finally returned to normal:

"Haha, big brother, I was just kidding! Oh well, I'm currently livestreaming for King Solomon. It's really inconvenient for me."

"Enough with the nonsense, I have something important to ask you, and I happen to be asking if you've observed this..."

Wang Chong had already gotten used to Merlin's old tricks, and with time running out, he quickly explained the whole story.

“Hmm…” Merlin rarely became serious. He said, “I can’t rule out the possibility you’re guessing… but there’s something a little off.”

"What's wrong?" Wang Chong asked.

“Goetia isn’t like me; she probably wouldn’t enjoy doing something this mischievous,” Merlin said with a grin.

"..."

At first glance, it sounded like Merlin's quirky remarks again, but Wang Chong couldn't find a point to refute them. Because that was also where his doubts lay.

Although he knew that the Demon King Goetia would be so bored as to make a trip to the London Singularity just to urinate, such a underhanded tactic was really unlike something Goetia would do.

"So you don't need to worry too much. Anyway, with you here in this singularity, what waves are you worried about?" Merlin said with a smile. "Oh dear, that white-haired guy seems to be almost completely finished... It's strange, the Servants who fought him are all acting a bit strange."

Upon hearing Merlin's words, Wang Chong narrowed his eyes, looking at the city that had already come into view, and immediately left a message: "Marie, Albion, I'll head over there first."

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

……

Minutes earlier, in Lyon, many innocent citizens had been turned into zombies and were wreaking havoc in the city. In a corner, a white-haired man, bare-handed, knocked down a zombie and dragged his badly injured body deeper into the corner.

"!!"

Suddenly, as if sensing some danger, the white-haired man stopped immediately.

"boom!"

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

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

The white-haired man instinctively reached for his greatsword from behind, but then, as if remembering something, he gave a wry smile, clenched his fist, and prepared to fight bare-handed.

"Want to have a fistfight? This is quite a rare opportunity."

Upon seeing this, the purple-haired woman leaped off the dragon, placed the cross scepter in her hand aside, and then made a fist gesture.

……

"boom!"

"Cough cough cough! What incredible strength..."

After a few minutes of fighting, the white-haired man, who was skilled with a greatsword, was clearly no match for the purple-haired woman in terms of fist fighting. After being hit by another punch, he crashed into the house behind him and could only barely get up from the ruins.

However, he was already severely injured, and these punches only made his injuries worse. The fact that he hasn't been killed yet is purely due to the physical effects of his legendary status.

Even so, he was almost at the end of his rope, and it was likely that if he were to suffer another fatal blow, he would die at the hands of the enemy and make a regrettable exit from the stage.

"What a pity. Although I got a little satisfaction, I have no reason to let you go."

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

"The 'Dragon Slayer' who has lost his sword is no longer qualified to save everything here. Rather than let you continue to suffer, it's better to cut things off now and see if a new miracle will occur."

"A strange place, strange people... But is it to save them... or is this the mission that summoned me here?"

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

"Whether 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 fist again, assuming an offensive stance, and then shouted, "Waiting to die is not my style. Come and fight, unknown servant. Only death can strip me of all my rights."

"As expected of the legendary 'Dragon Slayer,' in that case, I will also do my utmost to give you the exit a hero deserves! Go! Tarask!"

The purple-haired woman leaped onto the wyvern's back. The wyvern, named Tarasque, roared and then spat out a huge beam of magical energy that crashed straight into the white-haired man.

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

Just as the beam of light was about to collide with the white-haired man, a huge green sword fell from the sky and crashed directly to the ground. When the beam of light struck the green sword, it was completely unable to budge it.

"What kind of corrupt power is this?"

The purple-haired woman frowned, seemingly noticing the ominous nature of the black mist emanating from the green sword. For a mere Noble Phantasm to withstand the onslaught of her mount, Tarasque, through its own spontaneous power, its master must be incredibly powerful.

"Could it be his other Noble Phantasm? No... judging from his expression, he also seems surprised by the appearance of this Noble Phantasm." The purple-haired woman looked at the white-haired man's expression and immediately became certain.

"Power itself is neither good nor bad; what determines its good or bad is the person who uses it."

A voice descended from the sky and echoed in their ears.

"Who goes there!" the purple-haired woman shouted, her eyes narrowing.

“Just like the Iron Fist Saintess who is supposed to protect the people, isn’t she now using that protective power for evil? Am I right, Saintess Martha?”

Just then, a cloud of black mist suddenly descended from the sky and landed beside the green sword. A man then emerged from the mist, pulled the green sword from the ground, and slowly spoke.

Chapter 22 Martha's Kidnapping

The purple-haired woman, Martha, whom the man had mentioned, was looking at the newcomer with a serious expression.

The sheer amount of magical power emanating from the other party was truly terrifying, a level of existence that was incredibly rare even in Martha's lifetime. Let alone in present-day France.

In particular, the fact that the other party was able to reveal her true name made Martha somewhat suspicious that the other party might be a Heroic Spirit from the same era as her.

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

“Tarask.” The man merely pointed to the dragon beneath Martha and said calmly, “You just called it by its name yourself. Since you’ve subdued it, is your identity really that hard to guess?”

“I see. So you intend to intervene and stop it?” Martha asked directly.

"Leave now, and I can let bygones be bygones," the man said calmly.

"Ha...you've got quite the nerve. I can tell you're strong, but if you're really capable, let's have a real fight! Besides..."

Martha narrowed her eyes slightly and said slowly, "They've all come too."

As Martha spoke, a series of "hehehe" laughs rang out, and a man whose face was half-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 amusing spectacle."

The man, who was also the Phantom of the Opera, said with a sinister laugh.

Meanwhile, Vlad III and Camilla emerged from a cloud of blood. They were licking blood, suggesting they had just had a hearty meal.

"What's going on? Haven't they taken care of that dragon slayer yet?"

Just then, Gilles de Rais, holding the teachings, slowly landed on the building from the air and looked at the scene before him, and couldn't help but say something.

“Another Servant appeared and stopped my fatal blow,” Martha said truthfully.

“Another Servant?” Gilles de Rais looked at the man covered in black mist, his brows furrowing slightly. For some reason, the man gave him a somewhat familiar aura.

“Then let’s kill them all.” However, Gilles de Rais didn’t think much of it and immediately gave the order to kill them.

“Two strong lives, but that black mist makes me feel a bit nauseous. Grand Duke Vlad, why don’t you try that guy? I’ll take care of the dragon slayer,” Camilla said.

"You really know how to take on easy tasks, madam. Don't you think that black mist suits your filthy nature quite well?" Vlad III mocked.

"Phew, this is troublesome." The black-mist man wielding the green sword didn't say much, and in the next instant, a large amount of black mist was released, enveloping everyone.

"Not good! This black mist can completely block people's senses!" Vlad III exclaimed.

"Hmph, we Assassins have to rely on each other in times like these."

Although the black mist also obscured Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera, their inherent tracking skills as Assassins allowed them to vaguely perceive each other's location.

"Huh? They're actually charging towards my location? I've really underestimated them!"

Camilla, who was rushing forward, seemed to sense that the other party was accelerating towards her. She snorted coldly and had already prepared the Iron Noble Phantasm on her back for actual combat.

"whispering sound--!!!"

But the moment she finally saw the other person in the black mist, Camilla instantly knelt down. An unimaginable fear and a sense of superiority made her unable to look directly into the other person's golden eyes.

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

Camilla trembled with fear. The oppressive aura emanating from the superior made her feel that the other party could utterly destroy her with a single thought. Her primal instincts screamed a warning, forcing her to kneel on the ground, too afraid to move an inch.

The other party, along with Siegfried, flashed past Camilla without even glancing at her.

"Waaah!"

From within the black mist, a woman's loud groan rang out, followed by complete silence.

"Wind, blow them away!" At this moment, Gilles de Rais also successfully activated wind magic, blowing away all the black mist surrounding them.

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

"Damn it! They got away! What were you all doing there?!" Gilles de Rais roared.

"With the black mist obscuring my vision, I have no way to pursue them. But haven't Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera, those two Assassins, managed to catch them?"

Vlad III first removed the pot from his own body and said...

Gilles de Rais immediately began searching for the whereabouts of the theater succubus and Camilla, but what he found only made him angrier.

The succubus in the theater collapsed to the ground, seemingly on the verge of death. Camilla, meanwhile, was kneeling on both knees, a truly unsightly and shameful sight.

"Oh, Madam, you were chasing after someone perfectly fine, why did you suddenly kneel down?"

Vlad III, seeing Camilla in this state, remarked with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Idiot! You... ha... what do you think I want! You have no idea what I've been through! When you face that guy, you'll be even worse off than me!"

Upon hearing Vlad III's mocking remarks, Camilla finally suppressed her fear with anger, stood up, and while rebuking him, she still looked shaken.

This piqued Vlad III's curiosity, and he asked, "Oh? What could possibly frighten you like this? I'd really like to see it for myself."

"Heh... You'll understand when you see it for yourself." Camilla chuckled coldly, offering no direct answer.

"Where has Rider gone!" At that moment, a sharp cry came from Gilles de Rais's side.

"Could it be that she went to track down those two? After all, she's a Rider; with her mobility, we'll probably have a hard time catching up with her now," Vlad III remarked upon seeing this.

"Is that so?" Gilles de Rais asked with a hint of doubt.

“It’s impossible that Martha was kidnapped without even taking a single hit, right? Even if she was kidnapped, there’s still that huge turtle-shell dragon,” Camilla chimed in.

"...So Camilla, what exactly happened? Who is that man? Why did he instill such fear in you?" Gilles de Rais asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know... I don't know who that man is... but he has an aura that terrifies us vampires. If we face him directly, we will inevitably be suppressed."

Camilla said.

"Able to suppress the aura of us vampires... Does such a thing really exist in history? Even those legendary vampire hunters, or silverware, might not be able to suppress us like this."

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

"A Servant who suppresses vampires?"

Gilles de Rey pondered for a moment, clearly without a specific target. However, neither of them noticed that Camilla's fleeting, cold smile concealed something she hadn't said.

"Alright, I'll go back and report this to Lady Jeanne. I'll also let her check on Martha's current situation. You all stay here and keep watch and search, whether you find Martha or those two Servants!"

After Gilles de Rais finished speaking, he rode a two-legged dragon and flew towards Orleans.

“This is truly a helpless situation. What do you say? Should you stay here and guard this place, or should I go and search for the whereabouts of those two Servants?” Vlad III asked, looking at Camilla.

"You've already made it clear, why are you still asking me?" Camilla sneered. "I'd love to see you leave disappointed."

"The more you say that, the more curious I become about what kind of being that man is, that he can make you so terrified... Then I'll leave this place to you and go find their whereabouts."

With a touch of elegance in his smile, Vlad III 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’s departing figure, murmuring softly:

"That is a being among the highest of the high, beyond our reach... the true source of the blood curse..."

Its name is: True Ancestor.

……

"Master, we were supposed to land in the city, but why did we suddenly change direction and fly into the hills?"

In a valley, the black mist platform finally descended slowly. Mary stepped off the platform and immediately saw Wang Chong, then hurried over.