Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

Because then, countless black piles emerged from the mud under their feet like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and quickly broke through the ground and rushed straight into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sinkhole was filled with densely packed and uneven black piles, each of which was at least five meters long.

At this moment, Xiuer, who had already returned to the sky, calmly looked down at the scenery below, his eyes focused somewhere between the "black bamboos" in the pit.

There, there is a black "ball".

The angular "thorn ball" is made of black piles, but if you look closely you can find that the thorn ball is full of cracks and its surface is covered with mud, as if it had rolled in the mud.

But in fact, there is not much difference.

First, create a defensive deception on the outside, then let the black stake wrap itself and hide underground, thereby avoiding a lot of damage, and at the same time fake the signs of death so as to launch a sneak attack when the enemy is relaxed?

Xuul looked at the thorn ball rising from the mud and analyzed the other party's motives.

The dense cracks on the sphere were proof that it had endured a massive impact. However, Shuul, who had the Servant's information, did not believe that Vlad III, as the king, would use a "sneak attack".

But it doesn't matter. He doesn't care about the enemy's true thoughts.

Although he did not deny this behavior, after all, in a life-and-death battle, it is not a bad thing to have no taboos.

However, for Heroic Servants who are proud of themselves, perhaps everyone except some Heroic Servants would feel disgusted, right?

Xuul, who was analyzing the logic of the enemy's actions in his mind, was not nervous at all about this situation.

When he saw the sphere disintegrating layer by layer, revealing the person it protected, he finally ended the subconscious analysis of motivation in his mind.

His messy hair drooped on his face, and his once noble-looking clothes had now turned into rags hanging on his body. His slightly tired expression and his right shoulder, which had almost lost a large piece of flesh, made the Black Lancer look particularly embarrassed.

It seems that the opponent did not really escape the attack, and the injuries on his body were caused by the aftermath of Xuer's attack.

The wounds caused by the "sharp blade" of the storm covered the entire right side of the body, and the other half of the body was stained with blood.

“Ha… huh…”

Panting without grace, the incessant downpour soaked Lancer's entire body without the protection of his shield. The bright red liquid mixed with the rain and flowed down his body into the puddles at his feet.

Soon, the originally turbid pool of water was gradually stained red.

If it weren't for the remnant of a king in him, he would look just like a homeless person on the street, which is really pitiful.

Xuul, floating in the air, quietly waited for the other party's next move. He was no longer prepared to take the initiative.

Because his purpose has been achieved.

He caught the emotion in Lancer's eyes. What was about to happen was a fight to the death with no retreat.

The rolling water droplets flowed along the golden hair and fell into the pool below at the end of the green hair.

Beneath the yellow hair, the light golden eyes looked through the layers of rain at the weapon beside him that was half buried in the mud.

That was the object that had caused me this injury.

The clear rain water slid down the smooth black gun body into the pool below.

After launching such a powerful attack, this huge lance did not show any traces of battle on its body, as if it had just left the factory.

If Lancer hadn't remembered, just now, the opponent had been fighting with him with this weapon of abnormally huge proportions.

He would think that this weapon was just a fake one that looked intimidating but not a weapon that could kill the enemy.

And now, it was this "show-off" that forced him into the current desperate situation.

According to his evaluation, this weapon itself is comparable to a [Noble Phantasm].

However, a powerful weapon can only unleash its full power if it is possessed by an equally powerful person.

And the owner of this weapon just meets this requirement.

He withdrew his gaze from observing the lance and turned to look at the figure floating high in the sky.

"To be able to force me into such a situation within my 'territory'..."

Lancer's eyes were fixed on Xiuer, ignoring his own injuries, and he continued:

"Nameless invader, I recognize your strength!"

As if bestowing a reward upon his own subordinates, the utterly discomfited and vulnerable Lancer offered heartfelt praise to the powerful enemy that gazed down upon him indifferently from high above.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

The rain slid across his face, which was slightly hideous due to excitement and fatigue, and as it slid across his body, it also brought "cold" into his body.

His body was trembling, not from physical fear, but from the excitement of facing a powerful enemy that he recognized.

"..."

Lancer's shout was naturally captured by Xiuer's sensors, but he ignored the praise from his enemy.

After all, apart from his own personality, he has heard similar words countless times during his journey so far.

No matter which world it is, there is always someone who will admire the strength of their opponent.

"Oh, you're indifferent?"

Seeing that the enemy in the sky remained indifferent from beginning to end, Lancer began to wonder if the enemy was human.

However, such doubts are insignificant to this battle.

Ok?

Lancer, noticing something unusual, quickly calmed down his originally aroused fighting spirit.

Feeling the loss of magic power in his body, Lancer took advantage of the opportunity when the enemy was not yet ready to attack first and looked back in the direction he had come from.

He looked at the scenery behind him through the layers of rain. The once sturdy and reliable fortress had long disappeared, and the dense forest nearby had also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a devastated bare plain.

Has the mana supply been cut off?

After searching for just two seconds, Lancer, knowing the answer in his mind, withdrew his gaze.

The attack just now actually razed the stronghold in the rear to the ground as well.

I don't know if the Masters of the other Servants are still alive, but with an attack of this scale, the chances of survival are slim.

As for the fact that he could still maintain his state in the present world, it was probably just that Danic was lucky to still have a breath left. After all, the connection between him and his Master had been silent for a long time.

It seems that the loser of this Holy Grail War has already appeared in advance.

Thinking of this, Lancer felt a rare sense of powerlessness about the current situation, but it was soon overwhelmed by the subsequent rising fighting spirit.

“Hehehe…Haha ...

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, perhaps laughing at himself as a loser, or perhaps because he was unwilling to accept the result. The plan that was originally well-planned was destroyed by this unexpected enemy, resulting in a total loss.

But, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Since your defeat is inevitable, then before you leave, you should fight hard without any regrets!

Give up?

It is impossible to admit defeat. Only by dying in battle can one be worthy of the name of a heroic spirit.

"call----"

After venting his emotions, Lancer regained his composure and turned his attention back to Xiuer.

At this moment, Xiuer also saw "determination" in the other party's eyes.

"Anonymous warrior, please tell me your name. As an opponent who can stand up to me in this situation, your name should be remembered by me!"

Lancer shouted these words like a declaration to Shuul who was high in the sky.

"..."

However, even in the face of Lancer's determination, Shuul, who was far away in the sky, still did not respond to the other party's call.

He did see what Lancer was thinking, but he still ignored the other's dignity.

Xiuer's cold gaze fell on Lancer, and the sudden increase in pressure seemed to urge the latter to stop talking nonsense and start fighting quickly.

Lancer was silent. At this moment, Xiuer was like an executioner, urging the "prisoner" to step onto the "execution ground".

----

Next, this Lancer will have to use that Noble Phantasm.

Looking at Lancer who was ready below, Xiuer thought so in his heart.

Legend of Dracula

It can materialize the legendary image of "Dracula" passed down by later generations and transform Vlad III into a vampire named "Count Dracula".

After the transformation, all of Vlad III's abilities will be replaced by new powers, which will undoubtedly be more gains for Shuul.

However, according to intelligence, Vlad III is extremely disgusted with this form of his, so under normal circumstances, he will never use this treasure of his.

But if he is forced into a desperate situation and forced to use all his strength, he will definitely release this Noble Phantasm.

Xiuer is so confident in his own judgment.

Of course, he also considered another possibility, that is, "Even if Vlad III died, he would not take the initiative to release this treasure."

If the Black Lancer ultimately chooses the latter, then Shuul will activate the corresponding countermeasures, but in that case, Lancer will also lose his last bit of dignity.

The only thing that is certain is.

Tonight, whether the Black Lancer named Vlad III is willing or not, he will show "all" of himself to Shul.

......

Chapter 37: Danic

Somewhere in the white space, or rather, in one of the "critical areas" created by the [Paradise of Reincarnation].

Xuul No. 1 sat cross-legged on the ground bored, using the energy in his body to construct objects of different shapes.

Among them, there are some daily necessities, or different types of weapons, or more exaggerated manned equipment, and large devices such as fixed artillery.

The ball of light kept changing in his hands, quickly gathering and taking shape under his control like plasticine, and finally forming a completely different object. This was particularly interesting to Number One, who had more of a childish nature than his original body.

As a result, the face that was extremely cold and oppressive on the original body finally blossomed into a childlike innocent smile that matched the age of the person.

After all, Number One's consciousness came from Shuul's middle school days. If it weren't for the Ex-Machina's special system-wide channel information sharing, Number One would have directly received a large amount of knowledge, allowing his mind to quickly grow into a "little adult".

Otherwise, no matter what Xuer said, he would never leave me, who is still a child, behind. Wouldn't that obviously hold me back?

But in the end, the troublesome childish nature still survived a little, and Xuer himself did not want to completely erase the character of his younger self in No. 1.

So, it is enough to keep it at a harmless level.

bang-

"what......"

The newly constructed golden spear slipped from No. 1's hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

And this sound naturally reached the ears of the people behind him.

"..."

Jeanne's mouth twitched as she looked at the back of the person sitting cross-legged beside her. If it were an anime, a "＃" symbol with bulging veins would probably have appeared on her forehead.

If looks could kill, then Number One would have been hacked into pieces by now.

After picking up the golden spear that fell on the ground and running his fingers across the prototype structure of the spear head, Number One turned around as if he had just felt his sight and looked at Jeanne, who was lying on the ground with her body bound by chains.

"..."

"..."

Looking at each other speechless.

Faced with Joan of Arc's resentful eyes, Number One just observed calmly for a few seconds and then turned his head away again, ignoring Joan of Arc's attitude.

And it was this moment that finally made Joan of Arc unable to hold it back.

Because of similar situations, she had passed by no less than twenty times in a short period of time, and the other party was deliberately ignoring her.

"You guy..."

She muttered through gritted teeth.

"Those weapons, if I'm not mistaken, are probably the Noble Phantasms of those Servants."

She tried her best to control her anger, but after all, she was not as skilled as her opponent. After being knocked down and tied up again, the only free part of Joan of Arc was her mouth.