Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I am truly flattered."

The negotiations broke down, and a frustrated Samael could only manage a bitter smile as he looked down at his limp and powerless arms. But his dejected tone suddenly took on a hint of languor and mockery.

"So, you heard that too, Chloe, this is the answer you wanted..."

Upon hearing this, Pandora turned around in astonishment. What she saw was a faint, shimmering crimson bloodstain on the back of that fair hand.

Human bloodstains?! Could it be...?

"laugh!"

Just as the witch was momentarily distracted, the air trembled, and a rainbow-like spiraling sword light, wrapped with surging arcs of lightning, sliced ​​through space and arrived in an instant, its sharp edge pointing directly at Samael on the stone pillar.

At the critical moment, several streams of pitch-black mud split and surged from within the ever-changing cube in Pandora's hand, forming a shield-like black wall before the temple.

"boom!"

Lightning exploded, tearing apart the aggregated black mud layer by layer, revealing the slender, silvery-white figure behind it all.

However, Pandora, exposed to the lightning, calmly raised her hand and moved her lips.

"shapeistLeben! (The wreckage gives you life)"

Instantly, countless tiny silver threads of light intertwined and entangled, gradually blocking and annihilating the fierce lightning.

In the end, the spiraling steel arrow, inscribed with intricate incantations, was abruptly stopped, unable to advance even an inch, and gradually trembled as it returned to its original form as a "sword".

It was a special weapon shaped like a drill, surrounded by lightning, and with a gold and blue hilt.

Caladbolg, a spiral sword, is a magical sword wielded by Fergus Mark Roy, an Irish hero from Celtic mythology. Legend has it that this sword was forged by the spirits of the land of the gods and possesses the powerful force of divine thunder.

It is a powerful anti-military Noble Phantasm known for its ability to destroy even the terrain. According to records, the sword light it unleashes has demonstrated a terrifying power that can "slice off three hills".

However, judging from the scale of the event just now, it is clearly quite different from what has been recorded.

Because this is a fake projection.

She raised her delicate hand and grasped the mournful steel arrow hanging in mid-air in front of her, applying slight pressure.

"Click..."

Amidst the crisp sound of metal shattering, Pandora looked up at a distant hill and waved with a smile.

"Tsk, you're back? What a naughty child! If you don't behave, you'll get a spanking!"

"Hrunting!"

A petite figure, perched on a withered branch, her face hard and expressionless, drew her longbow taut, murmured softly, and released the trembling bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a golden ray of light pierced through the air and struck Samael's chest once again.

However, Pandora, who was already prepared, simply moved her mind, and the black mud surrounding her transformed into dozens of jet-black spikes, easily knocking away the dazzling golden arrow of light.

hum!

However, with a flash of red light, the golden light arrow that had fallen from mid-air suddenly floated up again and continued to attack the target on the stone pillar.

Pandora instinctively flipped her hand, manipulating the black mud to deflect the light arrow. But then, the object returned, like a hunting dog that had caught the scent of its prey and relentlessly pursued it.

After several attempts, the witch failed to eliminate the small threat, and a sense of irritation rose in her heart, causing Pandora to frown slightly.

"Hrunting" comes from the poem "Beowulf," where Unferth lends Beowulf the sword to slay the water monster. However, in battle, it is completely useless to Beowulf, and the water monster's blood dissolves the blade, leaving only the golden hilt.

However, it still has the ability to smell blood and deliver the most accurate slash to the opponent with just a swing, which means it has a certain tracking effect. Each time the opponent takes a hit, blood flows into the blade, which will emit a red glow.

Hence the name, "Red Plains Hound".

The projection in Chloe's hands was modified for use as an arrow. As long as the archer survives, it will continue to pursue the target no matter how many times it is shot down, making it a different form of Noble Phantasm from the reversal of cause and effect.

In other words, the only way to get rid of this interference is to deal with the archer first.

This kind of treasure is so shameless; it seems like you can't be ignored.

Are you sulking with your mom? Honestly...

"In that case..."

Pandora shook her head and chuckled, raising her arm and speaking calmly.

"Saber, take care of them and bring Chloe back."

At this moment, as the wing-like red and black patterns on the witch's crystal-clear skin shimmered, red and black mud surged and gathered at the feet of a certain figure at the edge of the Ainsworth Ruins, resembling a deep, dark pool.

Since the second round of melee began, the Knight King, who had been silent, slowly raised his head, stepped forward, and walked on the dark mud as if on flat ground.

The red and black patterns had somehow spread from her neck to both sides of Artoria's cheeks, exuding an eerie and tyrannical aura; her dark golden eyes, opening and closing, swept around with a cold expression.

Clearly, this knight king ultimately could not escape the erosion of "heavenly voice assimilation".

Furthermore, as Irisviel's Servant, her level of corruption seems to be the deepest, and she possesses the special ability to manipulate black mud.

"King's Hammer, the Dawn Reversal..."

As a cold, low shout echoed, Artoria, standing on the Black Mud Lake, cruelly and resolutely raised her jet-black holy sword. A blazing red and black light streaked into the sky, and an eerie and murderous aura instantly enveloped several of her former teammates who were struggling against their respective targets.

However, just as the crimson and black light that stretched across the heavens and earth was about to crash down, the black mud lake beneath Artoria's feet suddenly churned and boiled.

Dodge!

Instantly, the alertness from [Intuition] made the Knight King on the lake immediately disperse the surging magic power and subconsciously retreat.

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, dozens of intersecting, burning spikes, like spears, pierced out of the black mud. Red and black flames erupted from the torn cracks in the ground, forming spiraling pillars of blazing fire. The surging black tide was instantly scorched away by this demonic fire from the abyss.

This is a fiery hell where flesh and blood wither and life fades away!

"Tch, you dodged it? You're lucky!"

With a cold hum, a silver-haired beauty in tall boots and a dashing black trench coat emerged from the dense forest, holding a battle flag with black patterns in one hand. Her golden eyes locked onto the knight king who had barely retreated to the edge of the Black Mud Lake. Her tone was sharp, and her face was full of provocation and displeasure.

"Next time, you probably won't be so lucky!"

A chilling sound echoed as the evil dragon witch, who had traveled from afar, charged forward, launching an attack on the knight king, who shared the same color scheme.

At the same time, several crimson demon stars, carrying long tails of flame, tore through the dense thunderclouds in the sky and shot straight up towards the area around the temple!

As one familiar aura after another arrived, Samael's dejected expression vanished, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After such a long delay, the person we've been waiting for has finally arrived!

Chapter 242 The Werewolf's Bold Leap (4.6k)

"You've finally arrived! If we had kept this up any longer, I would have run out of things to say!"

Samael, hanging on the stone pillar, felt relieved as the dust was about to settle, but he couldn't help rolling his eyes and muttering a complaint in a low voice.

"Sorry, the flight was delayed, and there was also traffic..."

A leisurely voice came from behind. Dressed in a formal suit and carrying a large suitcase, the Grand Puppeteer stood on the dragon's back, glanced at the entire Fuyuki City covered by red and black clouds, and answered indifferently.

At the same time, Aozaki Touko, who had stepped into the battlefield, picked up a lit cigarette and waved it casually. Runes that were drawn in mid-air shot forward one after another, turning dozens of Shadow Servants who had come up to her into sieves.

……

Samael's lips twitched slightly, and he fell into a brief silence.

That reason is undeniable.

After all, with such a commotion here, Fuyuki City is now a place where he'd believe anything from traffic jams to GTA (Grand Theft Auto).

In addition, Pandora has already activated the Greater Grail, isolating the entire Fuyuki City from the outside world. He should be grateful that the plane was able to land safely and that Aozaki Touko was able to successfully pick her up.

Indeed, due to their long conversation the night before, the knight king finally heeded Samael's advice and dialed the phone number on the slip of paper.

Thus, the Dragon Witch, who indirectly received news of Samael from Artoria, immediately boarded a plane overnight and rushed to Fuyuki City to meet Hime.

Incidentally, we'll also catch that unscrupulous boss who cheated them out of all their holidays and forced them to skip work full-time.

Of course, the ancient snake had already guessed the consequences when it gave out the note.

However, considering the increasingly strange plot developments in Fuyuki City and the vague unease in his heart, Samael made arrangements in advance. Through Artoria, he not only conveyed a message to Jeanne Alter, but also spread the news to his subordinates in the Dark Council who were searching for him all over the world, thus luring them to Fuyuki City.

On the one hand, it was to prepare for unforeseen circumstances; on the other hand, it was to do some free work along the way.

In the morning, after learning of the escape of the Linglongguan father and daughter, Samael led the church members to the deep mountains. Meanwhile, Aozaki Touko, who was not present in Ainsworth, was also busy.

Her mission was to go to Fuyuki Airport to pick up Kuro, the unstable element, as a member of the Dark Council.

Therefore, when the inscription on the back of Samael's hand that controlled the blood seal of the human body lit up, he knew that the reinforcements he had been waiting for had arrived!

That's what he relies on.

After all, given the precedent of Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly losing control, Samael was also deeply skeptical about whether the remaining Servants would defect.

Fortunately, despite the many twists and turns, everything went relatively smoothly.

Are these reinforcements?

Sensing several powerful auras descending upon the battlefield, the Church Heroic Spirits and Masters, who were locked in fierce combat, instinctively relaxed their tense nerves, feeling a great weight lifted from their shoulders.

However, in this brief moment of distraction, the black tide on the ground seemed to sense the crisis as well, boiling and surging. Thousands of shadow followers broke through Scáthach's Shadow Kingdom territory and the heavy firepower coverage of Gao Yang Scáthach, roaring as they rushed towards the living creatures behind them, intending to dye them all with the color of madness.

At this moment, the group, who had been struggling for several hours and were already at their limit, felt as if they had encountered the last straw that broke the camel's back. Looking at the surging black tide and the densely packed shadow followers, they couldn't help but catch their breath, their expressions changed, and they secretly felt that something was wrong.

Oops!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

But just as the church's front was on the verge of collapse, sharp, piercing sounds began to pierce the air.

"Boom boom boom

boom! "

Immediately afterwards, one after another, large and small spell bullets, accompanied by sharp, piercing sounds, fell like a meteor shower, like a roaring artillery barrage, brutally plundering the black tide-covered bad soil on the ruins of Enzworth, blasting the shadow followers on the muddy flow to pieces, turning them into specks of mud that returned to the earth.

"Roar……!!"

At the same time, a solemn and majestic sound came from the sky. Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw spots of black, green, brown, red and other colors.

As the unidentified flying objects flapped their wings, tearing through the gloom and lightning to close the distance, their distinctive lizard-like bodies, serpentine vertical pupils, ferocious bat wings, and hard horns and scales made the two sides in the battle immediately recognize the species of the invaders.

Wyvern!

And it wasn't just one, but a whole group!

Before everyone's eyes, hundreds and thousands of bipedal dragons, with fused spell bullets in front of them and spewing flames from their mouths, swept towards the ground, bombarding the surging black tide and the fused shadow followers, like a swarm of heavy biological bombers.

Instantly, wherever the two-legged dragons passed, the flowing mud was blasted away by the exploding spell bullets and dried by the high-temperature dragon flames.

Just as everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, a mocking sneer came from behind.

"Ha, you call this thing a god? Haha, something sacred has turned pitch black. There's a limit to how disgusting it can be!"

Looking back towards the sound, the rebellious saintess, standing high above, held the reversed Saint Catherine's sword in her right hand, deflecting the Knight King's horizontal slash. She looked down at the dark, murky mud and the false sanctuary in the sky with a mocking gaze, while the battle banner in her left hand pulsed with light.

"boom!"

The earth roared, and a fierce wind swept through the dry forest, snapping and flattening the vegetation. In the billowing dust, a huge shadow stood behind Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), looming over most of the battlefield. It was a ferocious and enormous head covered with sharp lizard scales, its opening and closing vertical pupils looking down at the tiny creatures on the ground.

"Go, Fafnir, show them what true hell is like!"

Jeanne Alter smiled coldly, her battle flag fluttering in the wind, pointing directly at the hypocritical sanctuary.

"Ho~~!"

Immediately, a long and majestic low roar responded, echoing and spreading in all directions like a sudden thunderclap.

"Wow~!"

Immediately afterwards, a pair of jet-black wings suddenly spread open and vibrated, and a black shadow nearly a hundred meters long soared into the sky, tearing apart the gloom of the battlefield, once again obscuring the sky, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

dragon!

It is not a hybrid subspecies like a wyvern, but a true dragon!

Watching this legendary creature lead thousands of bipedal dragons charging toward the false sanctuary in the sky stirred the hearts of the church members.

hum!hum!hum!hum!

However, as the dragons charged forward, massive amounts of ether frantically coalesced and surged, connecting in mid-air to form dense red and black magic arrays. Crimson beams of magic shot forward from all directions, resembling autonomous artillery turrets.

Puff puff puff!