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Compared to Chevalier Dion, Charles Henri Sanson was more cautious.

So Ian was not able to deliver the fatal blow like before.

only--

Even if the blow was not fatal, the man's strength was far superior to that of Charles Henri Sanson.

Looking at Ian holding another weapon, Excalibur Morgan, his eyes as the executioner were already filled with deep despair.

"Who are you...and why are you able to avoid my guillotine?!"

You have to know that this is a special weapon that attacks the concept of "people"!

As long as it is released, it should be able to cause considerable damage to the man in front of him.

But he is unharmed now!

As if he had seen through Charles Henri Sanson's thoughts, the man spoke after confirming that he had gained an absolutely irreversible advantage:

"Well... the guillotine can indeed behead people."

"But if——"

There was a flash of sharpness in the man's eyes.

"I'm not even a human being?"

"what?!"

Charles Henri Sanson widened his eyes when he heard this.

"You...are not a human?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

The young executioner seemed to collapse, and then began to become hysterical.

"How is this possible?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Whatever you think."

The man pointed the sword of promised victory (Excalibur Morgan) at Charles Henri Sanson in front of him.

"anyway."

"I have to kill you right here."

Hands up.

The sword falls.

Ian dealt with the executioner in front of him in the way that executioners are good at.

But this is not the end.

The really tough opponent is still to come.

That was Vlad Tepes Dracula——a Lancer who showed great oppression in battle.

At another city gate.

Vlad Tepesh Dracula, known as the Impaler, looked at Ian in front of him, his expression still without any panic.

"what a pity."

"I thought I had met a hero from another era."

"But I didn't expect that he would be a traitor."

"..."

Ian did not answer Vlad Tepes Dracula.

He is still looking for a solution to the problem.

No matter what, the man in front of him, known as the Piercer, must be killed.

otherwise--

Singularities cannot be repaired!

The wind blows.

The clouds dispersed.

it's time!

“Excalibur Morgan—!”

An evil black light emanated from the man's projected weapon.

That was the light of memory that should not have existed, but now for some reason it was glowing with a power comparable to the original.

Vlad Tepesh Dracula frowned slightly.

After all, the opponent had never displayed anything like this in previous battles.

but--

For this man who had suffered countless assassination attempts during his lifetime, unexpected attacks like this were nothing new.

"Kazikli Bey!"

Vlad Tepesh Dracula raised his hands high and released a Noble Phantasm that he had never displayed before.

Just at the moment the words were spoken.

Countless sharp spears rose from the man's feet, blocking the way in all directions like an iron curtain.

It is like a Draculea, possessing extremely terrifying defensive capabilities!

Unseen curses and pain flew out from it, completely blocking the beam of Excalibur Morgan.

This is a evenly matched confrontation.

"Ah."

Vlad Tepesh Dracula sneered.

"You are indeed very strong."

"but--"

“It seems to be just that.”

"maybe."

Ian's eyes never left Vlad Tepesh Dracula.

He was seen holding the projected black sword blade tightly in both hands and once again assuming an attacking posture.

“Excalibur Morgan—!”

"what?!"

The Piercer never expected that Ian would be able to launch another attack in such a short time.

Could it be——

Is his Noble Phantasm the type that is not very powerful but can be used multiple times? !

Vlad Tepes Dracula's thought was shattered in less than a second.

because--

The opponent's attack did not weaken at all and was still as powerful as before.

once.

twice.

three times.

Ian is constantly releasing the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan).

Although each attack was stopped by Vlad Tepesh Dracula's Impaler (Kazikli Bey), it never stopped.

The Piercer soon realized that something was wrong.

If I release it like this—

The body simply cannot sustain this amount of magic power consumption, right? !

and many more……

Vlad Tepes Dracula suddenly realized a possibility.

Is he the legendary dragon?

If it is that kind of creature...it can indeed withstand this level of magic power consumption!

But the Piercer no longer had the chance to verify all this.

He was suppressed by the absolute reserves of magic power and ultimately couldn't hold on.

In the evil black sword of promised victory (Excalibur Morgan), this powerful man disappeared with reluctance.

Only Lancelot was left.

Ian looked up at the slightly pale sky, feeling a little worried.

Time is running out.

After daybreak, it was impossible for Black Jeanne d'Arc not to notice that so many Servants had died.

Going to fail?

Do not!

You absolutely cannot think about this kind of thing, you have to act quickly!

however--

The development of things seemed to be a response to the man's determination.

"I see."

Lancelot, who understood Ian's intention of drawing the sword, threw down the sword in his hand - Aroundight.

"Come on, Shadow of the Knight King, give me a quick death."

Ian was stunned for a moment.

"Lancelot, you..."

"Don't worry about me cheating." Lancelot smiled slightly, "I felt something was wrong anyway."

"Now I understand why this happened."

"A true knight would never hesitate at a time like this."

"But--" Lancelot looked at Ian in front of him.

"Next time I will really take action... I don't want to keep losing to you."

Faced with this kind of "challenge", Ian naturally did not avoid it.

"Happy to accompany you."

"Come on." Lancelot spread his arms.

"Ah."

hiss-

Blood flew out of Lancelot.

Ian killed him without any effort.

But the man knew that he would always remember this excellent knight.

At dawn.

Ian, bathed in a lot of blood, returned to Atalanta.

"The master did it." The cat girl said in a trembling voice.