I'll kill you after I finish this game!

But suddenly, in the next instant.

"What a disgrace! You've already lost, little girl!"

pound--!

As the sounds of their battle erupted into the battlefield, a third voice burst forth, accompanied by flames a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times more terrifying than Sakurai Hotaru's fire.

In an instant, everything that Fujii Ren and Sakurai Hotaru had caused to each other was crushed, and even Sakurai Hotaru's wish law was blasted apart.

"Varied--!"

But only when Fujii Ren was truly thrown back by the impact could he truly see and feel that the ten-thousand-fold explosion of flames before was not a real explosion at all.

It was merely an explosion of oppressive power generated by killing intent and aura. The intense heat, originating from the spirit and soul, acted inversely on the skin and even the flesh, creating the terrifying illusion that one was deep within an explosion of scorching flames.

This kind of imposing presence, this kind of overwhelming power.

What exactly happened was beyond Fujii Ren's comprehension and perception...

"And you've got a good tongue, kid."

Following the sound, he struggled to his feet and looked up, his face covered in dust, toward the source of the sound, which was the very top of the building in front of him. There stood a red-haired woman exuding an aura of iron-bloodedness and war.

"Ugh..."

Overwhelmed by the pressure of the unknown entity, Sakurai Hotaru collapsed to the ground, but still looked up at the sky in fear.

Half his face looked like it had been charred, resembling a hideous pile of charcoal. He wore a black, round-table military uniform that Fujii Ren would recognize. The man, smoking a cigarette, coldly looked down at Fujii Ren and said, "So you're the replacement for the deputy leader?"

Fujii Ren also noticed the anomaly.

The intense red, crimson lotus color enveloped everything around it, giving off an overwhelming power that could evaporate anything within its range, even the earth beneath its feet.

Like being held in the palm of a giant's hand, the crimson square is a ball of fire.

Both in terms of popularity and intensity, they are quite different from those of Sakurai Hotaru.

The thought of hell, and the Great Scorching Hell, flashed through Fujii Ren's mind.

“Reinhardt…”

The overwhelming sense of oppression from the enemy, who was on a completely different level from himself, reminded Fujii Ren of Reinhardt, and he unconsciously murmured the other's name.

Unfortunately, this was not Reinhardt, but rather the Red Knight under his command!

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Fujii Ren's Desperate Situation, Abyssal Infernal Affairs

The Red Knight, one of the three knights who served under Heydrich, is a military knight with long red hair tied in a ponytail, half of his body resembling charcoal and the other half as beautiful as a young girl. This is not the first time the audience has seen this knight.

After all, even the members of the Black Round Table initially made no attempt to hide their fear and awe of each other's power when they acknowledged the other's strength.

Moreover, he was a knight-errant who followed Heydrich. How could he have stayed by the side of a monster without extraordinary strength?

In the video, because the altar is not yet fully open and the power is not yet at its peak, the deep, viscous, and scorching aura alone gives one the feeling of being in a scorching hell.

"Lord Samiel Zentaur..."

Lying on the ground, crushed by the aura and fallen from the Creation rank back to the Formation rank, Sakurai Hotaru tilted her head back and uttered the demon's name in a trembling voice.

While filled with terror, I was also bewildered, unable to understand why the other party had suddenly appeared, even after opening the fourth altar...

"By order of the Lord, I have come here to carry out this great mission, with the Fifth Altar as my target."

Looking down at Hotaru and Ren, who weren't even worthy of being called enemies or comrades, he casually puffed on his cigarette, introduced himself, and said, "Ninth on the Black Round Table of the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, Captain—Elunere von Wittenberg, Demon Name: Samiel Zentaur."

"Come forward, you successor replacement for the deputy leader. Let me see just how sharp the blade offered to His Highness Heydrich is. If it's a dull blade, you won't even leave any bones behind!"

Looking up at the sky... the swirling crimson flames formed a huge hole in the sky, embodying the scorching heat, and I noticed it as soon as I saw it.

Different ranks mean different statuses.

This guy has the exact same sense of touch as Reinhard back then; both are residents of the land of demons and demons who shouldn't exist in this world.

I was tense, my nerves were on edge, my whole body ached and felt weak, and every cell was conveying pain and exhaustion.

Now, how exactly do we defeat this powerful enemy in front of us?

hum-

Suddenly, as a sense of impending doom arose in Fujii Ren's heart, a gentle power surged from the depths of her soul and began to rapidly heal her nearly broken body.

This is the Asura Path. Mary used her inexhaustible divine power of seeking the Way to transform into healing power and quickly repair Fujii Ren's damaged body.

“Mary…”

Looking down at the cracks in her body, she saw a warm, twilight-colored light emerging from them, repairing her porcelain-like form. Fujii Ren unconsciously murmured the other person's name.

Can I beat this guy? There's absolutely no chance of winning.

It's okay, I'll stay with you...

It seemed as if he could hear Mary's whispers in his ear. Fujii Ren understood Mary's meaning perfectly: if we win, we win together; if we lose, we lose together. It doesn't matter, I'll be with you no matter what.

Even if we have to die together, I will never let go of your hand.

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"Qiang——!"

A deafening roar echoed through the hospital corridor, and the shockwave sent the wall on the side of the window flying into the air.

Amidst the thick smoke and dust, the Death Eater, Gain, growled as he pressed his cursed sword forward with all his might, while countless dense sparks burst forth from the smoke.

"Ugh, so tiring. I didn't expect the magic cannon soldiers to arrive..."

Valyria smiled and raised his right arm, using only his arm to block the greatsword strike from the Death Eater in front of him.

Moreover, he even had the leisure to glance at the distant horizon painted crimson by the red lotus, showing no regard for the enemy in front of him.

“————!”

Lisa also sensed something was wrong at the same time as the other party. Valyria and Lisa were separated by a distance as if they were bounced up.

The dead giant sheathed his cursed sword, took a step back, and stood silently between the two, acting as a buffer between them.

"Now is definitely not the time for infighting; the magic artillery soldiers are so impatient..."

Although his tone was somewhat impatient, it was unusual for him, and quite natural, given his usual composure.

Originally, the expedition of these captains required the opening of more than five sacrificial altars and met certain "additional conditions".

If these factors are ignored and intervention is forced, it will be like Reinhardt mentioned earlier, at best just "sending a shadow".

In other words, the magic cannon soldier is currently in a rather incomplete state.

However, despite this, this pressure remains.

With its strength severely limited, this is undoubtedly a very tricky situation.

Although we hadn't completely underestimated their fighting capabilities, our assessment of them was far too naive.

"It seems they received orders from Lord Heydrich to open the fifth transmutation circle altar. You understand now, Lisa, this place is being targeted."

Valyria sighed and pointed to the feet of the two people in front of him.

A crimson rune array was flashing red light beneath Lisa and Tuba Cain's feet.

This power originates from the magic cannon soldier, Elunere.

Upon hearing this, Lisa frowned, glanced down at her feet, and her expression turned equally unpleasant.

The entire area of ​​the hospital is now under the control of the Red Knights.

If that's the case, it's as if a huge gun barrel is covering it from above.

Once the gun is fired, people and buildings will be reduced to dust.

Even if the other party didn't fire, Lisa, who knew their characteristics, understood that there was no way to escape.

When your life is in someone's grasp, escape is impossible.

Now is definitely not the time for trivial, pointless squabbles.

"Then why don't you just go to her?"

Lisa glanced coldly at Valyria and answered without any emotion.

She must know something secret in the other party's proposal, otherwise she wouldn't have come here so obediently.

"The Magic Cannon Soldier - Elunere, she can't attack the Holy Communion Grail. Now, if she reveals the secret and becomes the target of everyone's attacks, she will have no choice but to open this altar."

"That's the right thing to say, but I can't do it that way."

Even under these circumstances, Valyria of the Holy Communion Cup suppressed his aura to the extreme.

Now, apart from Lisa, who is face to face with him, no one else seems to notice his presence.

If he really hides, no one will find out; this is not a joke.

In reality, it's limited to the entire hospital grounds.

Moreover, they still don't understand the other party's plan.

"The Magic Cannon Soldier is a person with a very strong temper and excellent skills. I am not good at dealing with her."

Valyria shook his head helplessly. Eluneore was not someone to be easily fooled; anyone who knew her would know that. He looked at the expressionless Lisa and said:

"For you, isn't my departure meaningless too? She has absolutely no interest in the life or death of the person we're fighting over, which means—"

"You insist on protecting John's blood? And then you want me to hand her over to you?"

Lisa scoffed at this. They were colleagues who had lived for quite some time. Even if the other party was good at scheming, she was not someone who could be easily fooled.

"But the current situation is that you may have been used as a pawn, and Cain over there is in the same situation. If it were me, I could withstand the cannon fire of the magic artillery soldiers," the Holy Communion Cup said directly.

Lisa remained silent in the face of the cruel words of the Holy Grail; what the other person was saying was an unequivocal truth.

To quickly open the transmutation altar, sacrificing colleagues who are useless in the upcoming war is the top priority.

Moreover, the Holy Grail is even more sturdy than Cain's, and its ability to protect the existence of John's blood makes it the opponent's top priority.

Knowing that Lisa's silence signified distrust and unwillingness, the Holy Communion Cup glanced at the sleeping Xiangchun in the hospital room, sighed, and said: