I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Charred steel scraps fell from the sky.

"....What!?"

Vlad was astonished by this amazing fighting ability.

Why is the magic within him so powerful?!

With a single strike, it burned tens of thousands of iron stakes to ashes, its defense so strong that it was impossible to attack.

Du Wei's figure fell from the sky and descended.

He gripped the Sword of Domination and charged toward Vlad.

The buzzing sound of their swords and spears clashing spread outwards.

The ground beneath Vlad's feet had sunk more than a meter, and the grip of his gun was bearing an astonishing weight.

This sword is very heavy!

"Red side's Saber! You are the first opponent who can fight me, Vlad Tsepesh, to this extent!"

Vlad's fighting spirit only intensified.

"Ha, do you think this iron stake will still have any effect on me?"

It's impossible to discern Du Wei's expression beneath his mask.

Only in this tone could one hear the weariness with the iron stakes, and the arrogant statement of an undeniable fact.

Ordinary iron stakes would have no effect on Du Wei.

　(chbb) But that doesn’t mean Vlad has no other killer moves.

In terms of physical strength, Vlad is not as good as Duve.

After quickly deflecting the force of Du Wei's sword swing, he swiftly dodged to the side and said smugly:

"As a warrior, you are undoubtedly qualified! You are a heroic spirit worthy of matching me! However, the moment you came before me, you had already stepped into my trap!"

Vlad once again used his magic to stab out the iron stake.

He then extended his palm toward Du Wei.

"Well."

Du Wei, who was about to take action, froze slightly.

An unusual sensation arose within my body.

However, there was no change in appearance at all, and even Vlad's eyes flashed with surprise.

Because this is not the scene I imagined.

It was supposed to be even bloodier.

"Why aren't there any iron stakes protruding from your body?!"

Vlad stopped in his tracks and questioned him.

Each time his iron stake strikes an enemy, it creates the concept of "piercing," after which the stake will extend outwards from the heart.

Once the spearhead pierces the enemy's body, an iron stake will emerge and penetrate through it. Once this happens, there is no turning back; the opponent can only struggle in agony until they die.

Logically, that should be the case.

Du Wei endured hundreds of piercings from iron stakes at the beginning, so there should be iron stakes sticking out of his body by now.

After a moment of stunned silence, Du Wei rubbed his shoulders.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention. Your iron stake did indeed pierce through successfully. However, the hardness of my skin and flesh is the same, so even if you grow an iron stake from my heart, it still won't be able to pierce my flesh."

Du Wei had a faint smile on his face.

But this smile seemed very unusual to Vlad.

Are there really Servants this outrageous?!

Even within his body, he was as indestructible as a diamond, rendering the killing moves he held in his hands completely ineffective.

Even immortality isn't that outrageous.

Vlad gripped his spear tightly, his face darkening considerably.

The several iron stakes that had pierced through the internal organs were now burned into magical slag by Du Wei's blazing flames.

This is the ultimate demon forged through eternal destruction.

Being irrational is just the first step in breaking common sense.

"Piercing Lord, if you want to kill me, you'll at least need to unleash a killing move capable of instantly wiping out hundreds of thousands of people! You can't kill me without that!"

Du Wei's announcement was full of provocation.

His words were absolute truth, and would be ineffective against an attack that did not instantly kill hundreds of thousands of people.

To kill Du Wei, one must possess the ultimate weapon.

Otherwise, there's absolutely no way to kill this demon.

...divide...line...

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The Grand Duke's abilities are quite similar to those of Lieutenant William from God's Wrath.

Chapter Twenty: Bawanshi's Desire to Work Even Harder [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Because of the sword that Du Wei swung in mid-air.

Astolfo, who was flying in the air, was caught in the blast, and the feathers of the eagle he was riding were burned off by the flames.

He fell to the ground.

The aftershock alone severely injured the eagle, and now Astolfo is slowly getting up, rubbing his sore head.

"Ouch...ouch ouch ouch...I was flying just fine, and then there was that 'bang'! I couldn't even react at all...!"

Astolfo had no idea who was responsible for the explosion.

However, given his current state of rationality, he probably won't think too much about it; at most, he'll just complain a little.

The silky sound vibrates through the air.

The murderous intent coming from all sides was aimed directly at Astolfo.

"Oooh wow!!"

Even though Astolfo noticed.

He hastily dodged the cutting string with a clumsy evasive maneuver; only he himself could understand the difficulty of the process.

"What? This way of dodging. Hahaha, are all the Servants in Pan-Human History this interesting? Much more interesting than those clowns in the court. Would you mind having a few more?"

Bavanshi quickly emerged from the shadows.

She held a short black bow that resembled a harp in her arms, and her white fingers, as white as mutton fat jade, gently stroked the strings.

Beautiful musical notes entered my ears.

Following closely behind was an invisible thread of sound.

"That's dangerous!!"

"Hahahaha! It's precisely because it's dangerous that it's so fun! Keep dancing like a clown! You trash of pan-human history! Watch me squeeze every last drop of value out of you before you die!"

A childlike, romantic laugh paired with melodious music.

They were originally a perfect match.

However, Astolfo couldn't feel happy.

Because every note Bavansin played carried a murderous intent, and it wasn't an attack aimed at vital organs.

She wanted to toy with her prey until it died.

Countless sound threads connect the ground and the ruins.

The difficulty of dodging increases with each passing second, and the most troublesome part is that these sound threads are hard to observe.

puff!puff!puff!

Within a minute, several wounds appeared on his body.

Fortunately, the wounds were all relatively shallow.

But this alone is enough to illustrate the perilous situation Astolfo is in.

Astolfo was originally an unremarkable Servant, and his combat ability was quite weak.

Even he himself thinks so.

If a Master really summons him.

Astolfo could only apologize for his weakness.

"Hehe, hahaha, your Servant is way too weak, isn't it?"

Bawanshi laughed and continued playing the harp.