Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

"You go first."

Scáthach did not respond to Nagao Kagetora's provocation. She spoke coldly and stepped forward again to fight with Nagao Kagetora.

"please!"

"Let me carry you on my back, Ritsuka."

Without a word, Nero hoisted Fujimaru Ritsuka onto his back and quickly fled out of the prison.

"How is Rama? Has Sita been rescued?"

"We haven't heard from you since you went in. Ritsuka, how did you escape from that guy?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart sank, and she said with a wry smile, "He left after he locked me up. He must have gone to deal with Rama and Sita's affairs. Scáthach just saved me and then I ran into you."

"Narama must have failed, but why is there no movement?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes showed obvious confusion.

This mission was extremely dangerous, with the possibility of failure far outweighing the possibility of success. Fujimaru Ritsuka was prepared to fail and be captured, but whether it was to help Rama who had saved her or to increase their own strength and seek a sliver of hope to turn the tide, they did not mind taking the risk.

After all, "saving lives" is a matter of life and death.

The problem is, even if Rama couldn't defeat Lin Jiu'an, he shouldn't have been eliminated without any warning, right?

"Perhaps something unexpected happened over there, or maybe Rama was pulled into another dimension to fight?"

Nero suddenly exclaimed, "There's some noise ahead!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately snapped out of her thoughts and looked ahead.

Hu Yanzhuo was seen wielding his double whips, striking Mashu's shield, which was barely holding up in front of the fallen Nightingale. The immense force sent Mashu flying, crashing through the wall and into the ruins.

"Nero!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, disregarding her concern for Mash's safety, quickly said, "Just throw me next to Nightingale, and I'll treat her!"

Despite the impact, Fujimaru Ritsuka was unharmed. Nero was now very confident in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ability to withstand blows and did not object. He simply tossed Fujimaru Ritsuka to Nightingale, who was covered in injuries and struggling to get up.

He then gripped his sword and slashed at Huyan Zhuo.

"You let that good-for-nothing Nagao Kagetora get away?"

Huyan Zhuo raised his arms to block the sword, a sickly, excited smile spreading across his face.

"Alright."

Just thinking about the rewards he would receive for capturing these women and offering them to his master made Huyan Zhuo so excited that he could hardly breathe. He swung his long whip with increasing force, leaving Nero with no ability to retaliate.

Furthermore, Nero had never encountered an enemy wielding two whips before, and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with them.

After only a few rounds with Huyan Zhuo, Nero was in grave danger and his arm went numb from being struck by Huyan Zhuo's terrifying power, which had been enhanced by Lin Jiu'an.

"Ritsuka, hurry up! This guy is pretty tough!"

"immediately!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka placed her hand on Nightingale and activated a healing spell.

For some reason, Fujimaru Ritsuka discovered that her total magical power and magical output efficiency were much higher than before, and ordinary healing magic was several times more effective when she used it now.

"Alright, Miss Nightingale, I'm going to rescue Mash, you..."

Before she could even utter the words, "Go help Nero," Fujimaru Ritsuka saw a white figure almost glide past her, crashing into the wall behind her and plunging into the rubble.

"Is it your turn next?"

Looking at Hu Yanzhuo's face, which was flushed with an almost sickly excitement, Fujimaru Ritsuka had a big question mark in her mind.

No, I just recovered from this!

Nightingale had already charged towards Huyan Zhuo again.

'Bang!'.

A continuous stream of gunfire erupted.

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to rush into the ruins to treat Nero and Mash, she heard a dull thud and then saw a red figure crash into the ruins.

No, I just cured you!

"Now you're the only one left."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stiffly turned her head to look at Huyan Zhuo, who had walked up to her and was shrouded in shadow.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka."

With a sickly smile on his face, Hu Yanzhuo placed the iron whip in his right hand on Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder.

"Should I kill you?"

Although Lin Jiu'an's order to her was to bring these women back.

However, other women are fine, and Hu Yanzhuo is happy to do this for the master's reward. But Fujimaru Ritsuka, the master seems to value this master very much. Hu Yanzhuo is really worried that if he takes her back, she will steal the master's favor from him.

Chapter Eighteen: Nero the Bride's Devotion

He could feel the iron whip pressed against his cheek, which seemed to still be damp with blood.

For the first time, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt death so close. Her mouth was open, but her cherry lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"forget it."

"If my master finds out, he will hate me."

Hu Yanzhuo muttered to himself, raised his hand and the long whip vanished in his hand. Just as he was about to reach out and grab Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck to take her away,

Suddenly, a purple figure rushed out from the depths of the corridor.

The figure was incredibly fast, so fast that before a sound could be heard, it was already right in front of the two. Hu Yanzhuo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he withdrew his hand from grabbing Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck, raising his hand again to grasp the long whip.

'Dang!'

The sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring, and the blood-red thorn spear swung horizontally across the double whips that Huyan Zhuo had raised to block in front of him.

'boom!'.

Just like Mashu, Nero, and Nightingale, who had been sent flying by her earlier attack, Huyan Zhuo was also swung backward and crashed into the wall, his momentum undiminished.

"go!"

"But Mashu and the others..."

Scáthach looked at the ruins, her brows furrowing slightly, and raised her hand to make a sweeping motion in the air.

A line of runes appeared in the air and merged directly into the bodies of the three women in the ruins, then ran straight towards the prison exit.

"Are you guys alright?" Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately looked at Mashu and the other two.

"no problem."

The three women were still a little pale, but after Scáthach's treatment, they were much better than before.

The group followed Scáthach and fled toward the prison exit.

They encountered no obstacles along the way, and just as the dawn of the exit was in sight, a chilling sound of surging black mud suddenly rang out. Countless streams of black mud emerged from the walls at the exit and coalesced into the figure of a young boy.

Look at each other.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's legs almost gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

Lin Jiu'an!

"You've all come all this way, why don't you stay for some tea and a chat? Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

Lin Jiu'an, with one hand in his pocket, smiled as he watched the group of women rushing toward him, or more accurately, toward the exit behind him.

"I'll deal with him."

Scáthach said coldly, stomping her right foot on the ground. Her already extremely fast speed increased to the point that Fujimaru Ritsuka could only catch a blur. In the blink of an eye, she covered a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of Lin Jiu'an, thrusting her spear forward.

'Puff!'

The thorn spear pierced Lin Jiu'an's heart.

The extreme pain, as if entangled by surging thorns, spreading through Lin Jiu'an's organs and every blood vessel, instantly flowed through his body. However, Lin Jiu'an still smiled as he looked at Scáthach.

This physical pain is nothing compared to the malice that was born from His malice.

"Want to work for me?"

Without a word, Scáthach drew her gun, drawing out a large amount of blood, and then swung it horizontally from right to left towards Lin Jiu'an's neck.

This time, Lin Jiu'an raised his hand and accurately grasped Scáthach's spear, his body only slightly tilting to the left.

"Think about it?"

"If you still want to die after I've gotten tired of you, I can grant your wish."

"Want to sleep with me?"

Scáthach finally spoke, her tone carrying a hint of cold laughter.

With a flick of her left hand, another blood-red spear appeared in her grasp, which she thrust straight toward Lin Jiu'an's groin.

Lin Jiu'an's expression changed, and he immediately retreated to avoid Scáthach's attack.

Scáthach had already closed in, seemingly having found Lin Jiu'an's weakness. Instead of aiming for the chest, a fatal spot for humans, her crimson spear was now thrusting towards Lin Jiu'an's groin.

Do you think I'm really afraid of you?

Lin Jiu'an neither dodged nor avoided, but grasped "Gram" lightly.

As the magic surged, countless bolts of lightning spread.

"The Bull King summons thunder; the net of heaven is vast and inescapable!"

The phantom of the Minotaur appeared behind Lin Jiu'an. Although the time it took to activate the Noble Phantasm by hastily pouring in magic power was too short, the quality and quantity of the magic power in Lin Jiu'an's body far exceeded that of Minamoto no Yorimitsu. Even though the Noble Phantasm was activated without any charging, its power was not much lower than that of the attack that Minamoto no Yorimitsu used after charging.

"Let me see, what's your choice this time?"

Lin Jiu'an grinned maliciously.

The longsword, crackling with purple lightning that seemed to tear even the air itself, slashed toward Scáthach's waist.

Yes.

As a man, and one who considers himself a "human" man, Lin Jiu'an has a natural fear of having his testicles blown open, and if it happens, it will leave him with a certain psychological trauma, but he is not human after all.

If it explodes, so be it; another one will just grow.

On the contrary, Scáthach would have taken the hit if she had continued to swing her gun.

When his second brother is beheaded, Scáthach will also be seriously injured by the attack. Although he will feel bad for his second brother, he will have Scáthach. He can then prepare Scáthach properly and let his second brother get his revenge.

The Noble Phantasm's attack missed.

Scáthach clearly had no intention of dying together with Lin Jiu'an's second brother. She immediately changed the direction of her attack and struck at Lin Jiu'an's sword, while simultaneously retreating to create distance between them.

At this time.

Huyan Zhuo and Nagao Kagetora also rushed out from the depths of the prison.

"Owner!"

"You two hold her off."

Lin Jiu'an turned around and stepped into the imaginary space.

Scáthach's expression changed, and she immediately raised her spear and threw it at Lin Jiu'an's second brother.

However, by the time the spear reached Lin Jiu'an's location, Lin Jiu'an had already vanished from his spot, and the blood-red spear could only pierce through the air and embed itself in the ground.

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Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group were running wildly across the plains in front of the prison.

Where do you want to go?

Suddenly, Lin Jiu'an's flippant voice rang out, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others saw the space in front of them torn apart. Lin Jiu'an walked out of the imaginary space and looked at them with a half-smile.

"Didn't I say that it's not too late to stay and have some tea before you leave?"

"Clear!"

Nightingale immediately raised her gun and fired as she charged toward Lin Jiu'an.