You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"..."

Joan of Arc looked serious and agreed to this statement.

Loyalty is a requirement for "orthodox servants". Servants who are born from monsters or anti-heroic spirits have always been a double-edged sword. It is not surprising that they will backfire at any time. The Master should be prepared when summoning them.

"That has nothing to do with me, but you ruined the battle between me and Saber. This battle should have ended with one of us losing."

Karna floated in the air, pointing his spear at Shuten-doji: "Fortunately, although you have the appearance of a child, you have the inner self of an evil spirit - this way I can abandon unnecessary pity."

"If you can do it, you can come and try it!" Shuten-doji laughed.

However, before the laughter stopped, Karna had already transformed into a falling meteor and smashed down. His speed was like teleportation, leaving people no time to react.

boom!

The golden spear accurately penetrated between Shuten Douji and Siegfried, and then a powerful flame erupted. It was controlled by the Son of the Sun to form a unidirectional wave and released in a concentrated manner!

This scene reminded people of an airplane engine, the difference being that the flame was more condensed, almost piercing through the atmosphere as if it had substance!

Shuten-doji was devoured by the flames with almost no resistance. His petite figure struggled in the flames, screaming miserably, and turned into a pile of ashes in just a few seconds...

Although he easily defeated the enemy, Karna did not look relaxed or happy at all. Instead, his brows were slightly frowned.

Illusion?

No, Red Lancer has an inherent skill called [Insight of the Poor], and it is not easy to perform a trick in front of him.

And he was absolutely sure that Shuten-doji had indeed "disappeared" and was not hiding in the darkness nearby.

But a monster that dared to betray the entire camp and killed a dragon-slaying hero right after taking action... would it really die so easily?

"It's a Command Spell!"

Jeanne was the first to react: "If the assassin secretly controlled her Master, then she might have used some means to remotely activate the Command Spell... She was indeed hit by Lord Lancer's flames, but she did not die. Instead, she shed her skin and moved to another place."

Atalanta was startled: "Shedding skin?"

"Like a snake." Joan of Arc's eyes revealed a hint of worry.

"In order to extend their lifespan or grow... snakes will shed their old skin to reveal a new one.

Shuten-douji...she took away the Rhinegold and Siegfried's heart. What on earth did she want to..."

-

call!call!call!

Iori continued to perform instant steps and swung the sword in his hand repeatedly, releasing incredibly powerful sword pressure to shatter the layers of barriers in front of him.

But no matter how he moved, the enemy's attacks followed him!

Wooden stakes, wooden stakes, wooden stakes… Wooden stakes are everywhere!

The Grand Duke's treasures were strangling the surroundings in an orderly manner like an army. All within the field of vision were these execution tools. Although the power and strength of each one were average, if thousands or tens of thousands of them were stacked together, even a servant who fell into them would be pierced through countless times in an instant!

Vlad III was undoubtedly very powerful. These stakes could be used to attack in a swarm or combined into thick wooden spikes with extremely strong penetrating power. There was no limit to the position and angle when attacking. As long as they were in the Grand Duke's territory, he could create them at will.

As long as the enemy is hit once, no matter what form it takes or how deep the wound is, the enemy will be completely locked, and the Grand Duke can even generate stakes from the opponent's body to penetrate it.

Once it becomes like this, there is no way to save the opponent, who can only struggle in pain until he dies. Even the servant's spiritual base cannot withstand a few piercings and will soon collapse completely.

He is invincible in his own territory - this evaluation may be too absolute, but it is not an exaggeration.

But even the Grand Duke probably couldn't have imagined that there would be servants in this world that are "untouchable"!

Iori has released his Zanpakutō. The power of "storm" allows Iori, who is holding the sword, to easily "avoid" the saturation attack of the wooden stake that has no blind spots.

However, he did not use this ability openly. He still mainly relied on instant dodging, using sword pressure to block and destroy wooden stakes. He only blurred his attacks when necessary and tried to control the frequency interval to be even.

——It makes people misinterpret his abilities!

He was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to turn the tables, and the same was true for the Grand Duke!

But just as the two were playing against each other, Iori's face suddenly changed slightly, and he dodged the army of wooden stakes, then looked towards the manor with his eyes piercing:

"This aura is... not quite the same as planned, but this is just perfect!"

Volume 129: Death Comes to the Holy Grail War: Chapter 4: She is a professional in making people hate her (K)

call out!

The sword pressure like a waning moon cut off the tidal-like group of wooden stakes, but in an instant more wooden stakes filled the gap, continuing to narrow the circle to completely strangle the target.

Immediately, a figure jumped out from the gap and released a stream of scorching fire with his backhand, which made large charred holes in the densely packed wooden stakes like a wall, blocking the way for a moment.

But the enemy that Iori had to face was not just a wooden stake. With the sudden sound of horse hooves and the sound of the wind, the elegant king had already launched a charge and soon crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters. He thrust out the peculiarly slender silver spear and fiercely stabbed it at the back of Iori.

Clang!

Iori held the sword in his backhand to deflect the spear tip, and while turning around, he pointed his left hand at Vlad III.

boom! boom!

Two consecutive balls of scorching red lotus fire exploded in the void. The distance was so close that the Grand Duke could not dodge, but Iori was also swallowed up.

call--

call--

The two men flew out of the smoke at the same time. The king's mount disappeared, but the speed was still astonishing, as if they were not running but flying close to the ground, chasing Iori closely. The sharp spear stabbed out continuously, clashing with Iori's sword again and again, making a clear sound of a line.

The Grand Duke's absolute strength is weaker than Asterios, but his speed and martial arts are much better. With the home advantage of his "territory", he has been enhanced in all aspects, and his threat in hand-to-hand combat is even greater than that of the berserker.

Iori focused on his response, and although it was tricky, he was able to maintain a balance overall.

"Humph!"

Perhaps he was tired of this kind of back-and-forth confrontation, the Grand Duke snorted coldly, and the ground behind Iori was suddenly pierced by long, sharp thorns, like a deadly poisonous snake baring its fangs at Iori!

It's not just in one direction, the same traps are also launched from the sides, and even from directly above, there are overwhelming groups of wooden stakes sweeping over!

Vlad III's spear and the wooden stakes coming from all directions immediately blocked all of Iori's escape routes.

"Lan!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The wooden stakes passed through Iori's body, but it was as if they were just a phantom passing by, without leaving any wounds or spilling a drop of blood.

However, Vlad III was not surprised to see this. Seeing the wooden stakes that pierced through Iori and flew towards him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a swipe of his spear, he made the thousands of wooden stakes bypass him, and after turning half a circle, they fell towards Iori again.

hum! ! !

Just like the turbofan engine of an airplane, the atmosphere was constantly torn apart, and the dense sounds of breaking through the air superimposed on each other made the earth tremble as if it were real. The boy's ears were constantly lingering with such sounds, and he couldn't help but smack his lips as he felt the piercing attacks on his body that could not be calculated by "number" but by "concentration".

I can only say that it was fortunate that it was him, otherwise even a natural born monster like Asterios would have been skinned to a skeleton by these tens of thousands of wooden stakes!

Even Iori couldn't stay under this kind of intense strangulation for too long:

The principle of his "virtualization" is to turn his body into free energy and then regroup it. However, because each time it disperses and combines, only a small part of it is exposed to the attack and not the whole body is transformed into energy, it looks like he is standing there without any change.

However, this ability is not perfect. If it is hit by a powerful energy attack, part of the free energy that makes up his body will be annihilated, which is equivalent to weakening himself in disguise.

Secondly, his control is limited. If he remains in a state of free energy for a long time, the reaggregation will be much slower and may even result in more losses.

This is undoubtedly fatal in a battle where life and death can be decided in an instant!

Vlad III may not know the characteristics of his abilities, but he can make inferences based on the vampire's "atomization" skill (the principles of the two are indeed similar), so he will naturally understand what tactics to adopt.

"Ok?"

Vlad III took a half step back and held his spear horizontally.

Clang!

Brilliant sparks splashed in the night sky, and then Iori appeared holding a sword. He left the group of wooden stakes in the gap and launched a sudden attack on Vlad III.

However, although there were a large number of wooden stakes, each one was the Grand Duke's treasure, and he could immediately sense the changes happening inside, thus guarding against Iori's attack.

"Your abilities are more difficult than I thought. They seem to be even more difficult to deal with than vampires!"

Vlad III smiled happily and moved extremely quickly, fighting with Iori again. This time his attack was more fierce, as if he wanted to see where Iori's limit was.

Under his feet was the land of Romania, and behind him was the Castle of the Thousand Worlds where the Holy Grail was placed. It could be said that Vlad III had an endless source of magic power. He could use magic to activate those thousands of wooden stakes again and again, and he could also use various small moves at will, which put Iori at a disadvantage for a while.

There is no way. Sera is an excellent Master, but she is no match for the Greater Holy Grail. If Iori was not different from other Servants and could restore his own magic power, he would have been worn out by Vlad III in a war of attrition.

"Wait a moment, Lancer."

Iori dodged the sharp wooden stakes that appeared under his feet, quickly distanced himself, and raised his hand to signal.

"Can you please stop for now?"

"what?"

Vlad III was startled, and frowned subconsciously: "At this moment, you are not joking..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. His eyes first showed an incredible light, and then unspeakable anger and shame!

The powerful fluctuations of magic power almost condensed into substance on his body, making the air around him become sticky!

Seeing this, Iori smiled instead: "It seems that my guess was right. There really was an incident on the other battlefield... Why, did anyone from the black side leave the field?"

He seemed to be asking the question casually, but in fact he was very concerned about Vlad III's reaction.

He only sensed the change in Shuten-doji's breath from a distance and guessed that an emergency had occurred there. He was not sure what had happened specifically, but Vlad III should know the details.

"What I cannot tolerate the most... is betrayal!"

Vlad III's eyes were filled with bloodshot at some point, and a fierce aura rose up. The luxurious black robe on his body fluttered without wind, making him look like a ghost wandering in the night.

The smile on Iori's face gradually faded, and he secretly gathered his magic power, ready to respond to any emergency at any time:

There's something wrong with Black Lancer's current state!

But since "betrayal" is mentioned, it is easy to understand, because this is Black Lancer's Achilles' heel!

Vlad III Tepes, a man whose life was shrouded in hatred and killing, was held as a hostage by another country since childhood. He returned to his hometown of Romania after many twists and turns. Since then, he has been guarding this land as the king and hero of his motherland.

His image is undoubtedly cold and cruel, but no one can deny his determination to resist aggression and protect Romania!

Despite the huge gap in power between him and the Ottoman Turks, he bravely repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

However, the biggest failure in the life of such an iron-blooded king came from the betrayal of his blood relatives!

His brother's rebellion caused him to lose the throne, and even if he regained it, it would have completely changed everything, making it irreversible...

When he was alive, this was his biggest regret. After being summoned as a Servant, he also did not allow others to offend him - this wound called "betrayal" has never healed!

He had just learned that the assassin Shuten-doji not only took away the Rhine Gold, but also ambushed and killed Saber Siegfried who was in the same camp.

This not only deprives the Black side of an important fighting force, but is also a blatant act of betrayal!

Vlad III had a tendency to become decadent and crazy, and his mental state was unstable. This incident stimulated him, and his rationality was stretched to the brink of breaking!

"Assassin! No matter what your reasons are!"

Visible black air emerged from Vlad III's body and rushed up into the sky: "This sin must be washed away with your blood!"

This guy's spiritual base is slowly transforming into another form - Iori frowned.

However, Vlad III's changes were not what he was most concerned about. On the other side of the battlefield, the changes that occurred in Shuten-doji were more important to Iori!

If you sense it carefully, you will find that Shuten-doji's aura is constantly increasing and changing... It seems that the Rhinegold is most likely stolen by her.

This was expected. After all, it was not just Siegfried who needed gold. Strictly speaking, all servants with the "dragon" attribute needed this thing.

It’s just that… this magnitude of change and speed of evolution…

Of course, as the saying goes, seeing is believing. No matter how many times you guess here, it is better to go and see it in person.

What's more, if Shuten-doji degenerates into an "evil dragon", Iori will have to step in to subdue the demon.

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"Saber!"

When Siegfried tried to stand up but was about to fall, Joan of Arc appeared beside him and supported him.

"you……"

Joan of Arc wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt something was wrong and closed her mouth silently.

It is meaningless to say anything now. Although the spiritual base of a servant does not have as many weaknesses as the mortal body, it will still die if the heart and brain are damaged. After Siegfried had his heart dug out by Shuten Douji, he could be said to be a "corpse".

This can't even be called a near-death state, but just the last echo of a dead person in the world...

The saintly girl was not very good at the occasion and didn't even know what to say as a farewell - the Catholic prayer that Siegfried used didn't seem quite right.