Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

Facing this second attack, the device above No. 7's head flashed with light for a moment.

"[Search] Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, son of King Odo of England, and Rider of the Black Side in the Holy Grail War. His Noble Phantasm is..."

Number Seven dodged Rider's attack again, and while dodging, he reported the opponent's information in detail.

However, the Black Rider named Astolfo seemed quite excited about his identity being exposed, which was really puzzling.

"Ah, you recognized me right away."

Having learned from the previous lesson, after No. 7 dodged his attack, Rider no longer used too much force and sprinted too far, causing him to be surrounded by the enemy.

There was an excitement in his tone, and he didn't consider why the other party knew his information.

"Could it be that I'm so famous that you can recognize me just by looking at my face?"

Number Seven did not respond to Rider's request, but simply dodged the opponent's attacks silently. As time went on, the device above his head became brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the beautiful music that originally filled the entire corridor suddenly changed its style, and a strong and explosive rhythm immediately replaced the original gentle melody.

Before Rider could figure out what was happening, the other party had grabbed his wrist, and deliberately pulled him forward, quickly shortening the distance between them.

not good!

When Rider realized the danger and tried to pull his arm away, it was already too late.

“—【Rondo】—”

In an instant, powerful sound waves radiated outward from Number Seven, sweeping over Rider's body and everyone in the corridor.

boom! ! ! !

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Please take a leave first

I forgot to mention yesterday that I have something to do these two days. I will update tomorrow. I am still here. I am afraid that you will think that I have posted again. I am gradually returning to the level I was at before, right? Don't worry.

But for Hedgehog Cat, if the author doesn't say anything, it is indeed most likely that he will run away. I have encountered this several times. For example, I was following a book that was updated daily, but it suddenly stopped and disappeared. I understand that feeling.

Although what I say verbally may not be convincing enough, I still want to say that I will not postpone the book. I like this book and the protagonist myself, and I can't bear to throw it away.

Chapter 21: Fighting the Black Lancer

Number Seven stood in this completely dilapidated corridor. The walls and floors were covered with cracks, and the glass had been shattered by the sound waves at the beginning.

At this moment, Rider's figure disappeared. He was hit by a full-scale sonic wave at close range, causing his entire body to be blown away. His life or death was unknown. The huge hole next to the window was evidence of this.

Except for Rider, no one else present survived.

All the guards in this corridor, including those controlled by No. 7, were lying on the floor of the corridor in a mess, bleeding from all seven orifices in a horrific manner.

It can be said that one AOE move clears the entire field.

However, No. 7 can lower the power of the Armed Broken Army Songstress, otherwise it would not be as simple as just breaking a corridor.

Although the power of Pojun Songstress itself is not very strong, at least it is not difficult to increase her attack power.

"Ah, this flight path...is towards Number Five."

Number Seven simply looked calmly at the large hole in the wall that Rider had smashed, with no intention of continuing his pursuit.

It's not that he doesn't want to follow the orders given by Xuer, but a more attractive target has appeared.

"Kazikli Bey"

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

In an instant, several scarlet blood spikes shot out from the broken floor under No. 7's feet, each one targeting a weakness that was fatal to humans.

This is the result judged by the Eye of Number Seven, but he is not an ordinary person either.

“—【Rondo】—”

A sound wave even more powerful than the one that had previously sent Rider flying swept across the entire corridor, completely shattering the attacks from all around Number Seven, including the corridor itself.

This finally caused the wall, which had been destroyed twice in a row, to be unable to bear the weight and began to collapse.

Number Seven looked at the falling rocks above his head, and a light blue circular film instantly covered it completely. Under the protection of the shield, Number Seven stood intact in the ruins of the half-collapsed fortress gap.

The silvery moonlight illuminated the ruins and also the tall figure standing on the gap that had not collapsed.

"You have trespassed into my territory without permission, repelled my knights, and yet you are not a participant in the Holy Grail War. Who are you, traitor?"

Under the moonlight, the proud monarch shouted at the villain who dared to trespass into his territory.

Although the opponent looked very petite, like a child, Vlad would not treat such a being that could repel Rider as a "child".

Coupled with the magic that could quickly hypnotize a large number of people to fight for him, he would not underestimate the intruder.

Facing the monarch's questioning, Number Seven raised his head with a calm expression, looking at the high and mighty monarch of CCTV. He ignored the thick fog caused by the collapse, and the golden eyes hidden under the hood glowed strangely in the darkness.

The Black Lancer, whose real name is Vlad III, was a king who once dominated Romania. His fame in Romania was comparable to that of Hercules of Greece and King Arthur of England.

All the attributes are excellent enough, and because in this world, the popularity bonus of servants cannot be ignored, as the former king of Romania.

When King Vlad III establishes his foothold on this nation's territory, he will also be blessed with a powerful combat power comparable to Berserker's A-rank [Berserk].

Therefore, this is also the reason why the Black Force, as the organizer of the Holy Grail War, chose to set the battlefield in Romania.

Vlad III, who had not received a response from the other party for a long time, finally ran out of patience. This behavior of No. 7 also made him feel a strong sense of [contempt].

"Hmph, so foolish, so arrogant! Your blood will be the punishment for your arrogance. Mercy and anger will transform into burning sharp stakes to pierce you!"

As the words fell, Lancer moved.

"King of Capital Punishment!"

Countless scarlet blood piles burst out from the ground under No. 7's feet. This time, it was faster and more extensive than before. Everything under Lancer was filled with blood piles in an instant.

From this gap, the area within a few miles is covered with blood piles. Looking from the sky, this fortress has been decorated with blood piles into a "Fortress of Thorns".

At this time, No. 7 had already flown high into the sky, overlooking the fortress dotted with sharp stakes below his feet. On the top of the fortress, there was an Acher looking at him in surprise.

However, the Black Acher was not surprised by the appearance of Number Seven, but by something else.

And Number Seven didn't pay too much attention to Acher because Vlad had already found him.

At this moment, all the sharp spikes created by Vlad's treasure [King of Death Penalty] broke out from the ground and shot towards the sky. Countless densely packed groups of sharp spikes with no air to dodge completely covered the sky above the fortress.

Looking at the attack that was coming at him with no room to dodge, No. 7 simply used the area damage of the Broken Army Songstress, [Rondo], just like before.

Suddenly, the spreading sound waves shattered all the approaching sharp stakes, and countless tiny fragments fell from the sky.

Vlad saw this scene and was a little surprised that his attack could be broken so easily by the opponent.

But the King of Death's attack was not so weak.

"Humph, this level is far from enough."

The fragments of the sharp stake created by No. 7 turned into a complete sharp stake again the moment they appeared and flew towards No. 7.

"Do you think you can be safe by smashing the sharp stake? You are totally wrong."

Vlad also saw what Number Seven did. He laughed at his recklessness, but did not underestimate his strength.

After all, putting aside other things, the fact that he could still maintain the space around his body under an attack of this scale was enough to make him admire him.

Yes, even as more and more fragments were generated by No. 7's attack, more and more complete sharp stakes were formed from the fragments, gradually forming a "storm" composed of sharp stakes.

At this moment, Number Seven was at the center of this [storm], suffering attacks from all sides.

But there was always an empty area around his body, preventing the sharp stake from getting close at all.

"Such a powerful magician, even I want to recruit him under my command." Vlad sighed sincerely as he looked at the "stubbornly resisting" No. 7 in the sky.

Having said this, Vlad stopped controlling the sharp stakes in the air, and at the same time, he propped up several sharp stakes under his feet, lifted him up, and rushed towards Number 7 in the sky.

Number Seven never stopped monitoring Vlad's movements. One reason was to be aware of the opponent's attacks in real time, and the other was to prevent the opponent from making actions like [retreat]. Even if this was their Black team's base camp, he would not let such a precious servant's [Skill Book] get away.

Finally, after a few seconds, stepping on the sharp stakes under his feet, Vlad quickly rose to a height of one thousand meters, came to the center of the sharp stake storm, and stabbed his spear and the sharp stakes beside him at Number Seven in the center.

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Chapter 22: One Person One

The shot was mixed in with the attack of the group of sharp stakes and stabbed towards No. 7's body along with the sharp stakes.

Of course, with such a huge target like Vlad, No. 7 would naturally not lose sight of his target, and he saw the opponent's surprise attack throughout.

This time, he no longer thought about it as before, and simply used the range skills of the Pojun Songstress to resist the attack.

What he wanted most was for the enemy to take the initiative to engage in close combat with him.

Then, with Vlad's slightly surprised expression, a red and white sword suddenly appeared in No. 7's empty right hand.

What followed was the terrifying speed he burst out in an instant.

The violent hurricane made Vlad unable to keep his balance, and the sharp stake under his feet was also blown high into the sky by the strange wind.

What kind of magic is this?

Vlad, who was suspended in the air for a short time, looked at the area that had been cleared by the strong wind and suddenly fell into a brief confusion. His sharp stake was transformed from a treasure and it was impossible for it to be so fragile.

But now he has no time to care about these issues. What is more important right now is where the rebel has gone.

Because the sharp stakes originally used to block the road had been cleared away by the strong wind created by the opponent's magic, the opponent's subsequent actions could be said to be unimpeded.

Since the other party has the courage to break in alone, he must have the strength to match this courage!

So, where are the people?

Vlad came to his senses and kept scanning his surroundings while falling, but the dark figure was no longer there anywhere.

Until, a red and white sword shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision.

"!"

A sound, the sound of some sharp weapon cutting through the air, sounded below Vlad. The opponent took advantage of his fall to attack from bottom to top!

"You want to take this opportunity to penetrate me?"

Vlad immediately made a judgment on the enemy's tactics in his mind.

Although he didn't know what kind of weapon the other party used, the sound of something cutting through the air was extremely familiar to a man who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

So he made the choice without hesitation. He turned his hand and blocked his spear diagonally behind him.

boom--!

The loud sound of iron clashing suddenly rang out in the air.

At the same time, the earth began to shake, and sharp stakes once again broke through the ground and shot straight into the sky.

Number Seven didn't pay attention to the dark [waves] below him, nor did he need to care, because whenever those sharp stakes approached a certain distance, they would lose control and turn into magical residue due to contact with the never-ending gale around him.

The seemingly seamless net is actually a piece of rag that can be easily torn apart.

Vlad's sharp stake is a magical creation of a Noble Phantasm, and the hurricane surrounding Number Seven's body is a similar existence.

After all, from a certain perspective, [Angels] can also be said to be the [Noble Phantasm] of the elves, right?

Because of the force transmitted by Number Seven from below, Vlad's [falling] trajectory was changed. At the moment when the weapons of both parties came into contact, the latter's body, without any leverage, was destined to be lifted by the former and rise higher into the sky.

If this state continues, I will quickly be at a disadvantage.

Vlad believed this so firmly because it was based on his understanding of his own abilities.

His strength cannot be fully exerted in the air.

And that enemy is most likely the type who is good at aerial combat.

Just what he saw during the first few minutes of contact was enough for Vlad to get a general idea of ​​the situation.

As for whether there is any false information deliberately provided by the enemy, now is not the time to worry about these issues.

The most important thing right now is to get back to the ground as soon as possible!

He felt his position rising, and the strong push from his back made him extremely determined to escape from his current situation.