I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

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Chapter 62: Songs from Hell

"call out!"

Strips of black spell cloth fluttered randomly around Assassin, and the ferocious claws of the Phantom of the Theater tore open the slender spell cloth like a hook without hindrance, but only pierced through it like a fishhook. Mantra cloth, but there is no way to cut through the Hassan cloth made of unknown material.

"Crash-"

The Phantom of the Theater didn't care. After noticing that her claws seemed unable to scratch through the black spell cloth in front of her at once, she quickly changed her fighting style. The claws that had been deeply embedded in the spell cloth pulled out, and After another deflection, he made a sharp stroke.

The sound of the cloth being roughly torn was heard in the dense fog where you could not see your fingers. The Phantom of the Theater waved his arm, and the black spell cloth in front of him was roughly torn apart under the sharp claws, and the black cloth that was woven into it burst out. of fiber.

But he didn't find the location of the mysterious assassin in front of him. The black spell cloth in front of him only blocked his sight, but made Assassin, who was close at hand, disappear from his perception.

"call out--!"

Suddenly, the pitch-black bandages flew towards him as if alive.

The phantom in the theater has never seen such a weird thing, but he did not rush up recklessly, but leaned back, and the ghostly figure fell from midair, letting those dark bandages fall off. empty.

It seems that it is not a treasure or something, otherwise it is impossible to even catch up with such a movement.

The ghost fell upside down in mid-air, and the black spellcloths in the sky didn't fly over with it. Such a thought came to his mind.

But the Phantom of the Opera didn't guess that everything in front of her eyes was just bait and foreplay before the prey took the bait.

At a higher place in the thick fog, sensing the violent surge of the air below, Assassin's slightly narrowed mask's eye slits opened slightly, and the bone mask, which should be a dead thing, can actually be made like a living person's face With all kinds of expressions, it looks extremely strange.

He was surrounded by pitch-black spellcloths, and he injected his own insufficient magic power into these strange bandages, allowing them to act as his extended limbs in a short period of time.

And sensing the more turbulent fluctuations in front of him than the airflow caused by the spell cloth, he didn't need to guess to know that it was the Phantom of the Theater "hiding" in the fog.

The two of them went up and down, even if the Phantom of the Opera was falling, the distance between them was only about [-] meters.

"..."

The assassin clenched his fists, as if he was feeling the perception from his "body".

Then, a dark red light floated on Assassin's outstretched demon arm along with the strong surge of magic power on his body.

"........."

In the misty and turbulent mist, the demonic arm connected to Assassin's thin but refined body rapidly inflated like a balloon.

Although the dark red light dissipated unhindered in the fog, but because the surrounding fog was too thick, the enemies below couldn't see where they were with just a simple field of vision.

But he can sense the enemy's presence in other ways.

"boom!"

The fog in the midair surged with the airflow, and there was a muffled sound. The phantom in the theater below adjusted its body, facing the enemy in the sky above, turned around suddenly, and flew back into the air along the ground.

Even though it has no wings, it flies freely and flexibly like a bird.

But this kind of action is also unsustainable for Phantom. For him, it is just to quickly exit the effective attack range of the enemy above, and control the distance within the range where he can achieve a counterattack.

"boom……"

There was a muffled sound, and the fog quickly flowed back in the direction of the phantom of the theater, and a huge heavy object like a door appeared behind him.

There was no movement, and at the same time that huge shadow appeared behind the Phantom of the Theater, the surrounding air seemed to freeze suddenly, extremely cold.

This kind of coldness is not an objective coldness, but a subjective bone-chilling coldness that comes from the depths of one's heart.

Obviously the surrounding water channels have not condensed, and the surrounding mist is still surging without hindrance, but just like being here, even if it is only for a moment, one can feel that one's blood is about to condense at this moment.

Assassin waved the demon's arm, his eyes were full of coldness, he could also feel the cold and trembling from inside his body, but he was still unmoved in the slightest.

"■■■■………"

Whispers sounded from his mouth, but because of the disturbance of the surrounding airflow and fog, it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

But the devil's arm waved out, turning into a dazzling scarlet spear, like a deadly poisonous snake, shooting straight at the phantom of the theater who was still receding in mid-air.

In front of that weird scarlet light, there was a thick fog blocking him, so only when the fierce light rushed in front of him could he be aware of it.

But that didn't stop him from fighting back.

Relying on his magic power, the man who was barely in mid-air raised his arms high, and there seemed to be something about to move in the huge shadow behind him, but it didn't seem to exist like a ghost.

It was suppressed to the extreme anger, extreme resentment, and extreme love, and it was all that was left of this "demon" and "monster" in front of him.

It was no longer a melody composed of pure notes, but an emotion born from the intensity in his heart that rose from the underworld.

The eerie song stirred and mixed into the surrounding dense fog like an air current, and quickly radiated outwards. Just for a moment, Assassin seemed to hear the love song from hell. It was beautiful but made people tremble. All must jump out of the invisible staff in the air, floating in any corner.

"...Sing, sing, my angel. [My love song echoes only in hell (Christine, Christine)]!!"

The man in front of the huge black shadow in mid-air sang loudly, and even the [real name] released from the mouth of the [Noble Phantasm] was like a loud performance in front of countless audiences in a theater. After his Noble Phantasm was released, it turned into a huge open-air theater, and now, the only singer is the handsome man with his back to the huge pipe organ in mid-air.

The man is a ghost, a ghost under the theater, but he meets a beautiful dancing girl.

He gave the dancer everything he could, and developed an extreme love for her, but they were separated and destroyed because of this doomed impossible love.

This is everything to him, the ending should have been like this, but it has turned into such a tragedy after constant twists and turns——

Suddenly, the beautiful but chilling music suddenly changed. Facing the singing voice as deep as an abyss, it was like turning into a heavy hammer, sweeping through the streets, and sweeping the blocks covered by thick fog into nothingness. debris.

It's just that amidst a roar, all the surrounding houses were easily destroyed like a child's building blocks. Fortunately, there are no people here, otherwise the casualties here may not be much smaller than the earthquake.

And Assassin's position is exactly in front of the Phantom of the Opera, an open area that can't be avoided at all.

But his demon arm has reached the Phantom of the Opera.

"puff--"

Just like the sound of a sharp weapon cutting flesh and blood, in the sublime love song of hell, this burst of extremely discordant sound is only fleeting.

With that muffled sound, the arm of the devil returned to Assassin's side and returned to its original appearance.

But the singing and music, which obviously didn't even reach the climax, stopped abruptly after that.

"thump!"

There was a muffled sound, the Phantom of the Theater fell from the sky, and the huge pipe organ behind it disappeared.

There are no wounds on his body, but...

The treasure was forced to stop, and even the Phantom of the Opera himself didn't react. Golden particles had already started to escape from his body, floating in mid-air.

It didn't take long for the fallen phantom to completely disappear into the air.

Enemy Servant Assassin Phantom of the Theater, exit.

"..."

Looking at the last phantom in front of him that didn't even leave any scum, Assassin landed on the ground, looked at the wet floor tiles, and remained silent for a long time, not in a hurry to help other comrades who might still be fighting.

"Pfft! Cough cough!!"

Suddenly, mouthfuls of blood came out of Assassin's mouth, and his whole body couldn't help but hunched down, excruciatingly painful.

The [Noble Phantasm] of Phantom of the Opera is not so easy to carry, but he has no choice. The usable range of his [Noble Phantasm] is not large. A Noble Phantasm that can resist the opponent.

...Eight hundred for one thousand... This is not so unacceptable to him...

As long as it is beneficial to Mr. Magician...

The right arm has been re-bound with thick layers of Hassan's spell cloth. Assassin raised his left hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then chose to leave here. The battle with the Phantom of the Theater just now did not know which area he hit. Yes, we must join them as soon as possible...

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Chapter 63: Strategy against the enemy

Under the dense fog in the northern urban area, the three Servants reunited. Originally, Li Xiang only asked them to do nothing but contain the enemy, but now it has undoubtedly been overfulfilled.

Tesla glanced at Assassin who reappeared in front of him, and asked subconsciously: "Solved?"

"Um……"

The pitch-black assassin didn't seem to be in a good condition, he said, "Killed the enemy's Servant, but paid a price."

"Ah."

The marshal nodded. In the case of similar strengths between the two sides, the only way to end a deadly battle is to die together, or to injure one thousand enemies and eight hundred.

Assassin was like that with the Phantom of the Opera, and he might be like that with the murderer.

Thinking of this, the marshal couldn't help feeling grateful to the genius beside him... If he hadn't suddenly exposed the enemy's fatal flaw at that critical moment, before the two of them were in a deadly battle, It is estimated that his current situation will not be much better than that of Assassin.

"I don't know what's going on with Your Majesty the Magician... Let's go back as soon as possible."

Assassin said, and to be honest, he has no way to show his strength now, and the treasure of the Phantom of the Opera has caused a lot of trauma to him. If there are some accidents under this situation, he will be very sad Might not even be able to help.

"Well, yes, let's go."

Tesla and Gildrey looked at each other, then nodded, and left here.

However, they turned and left without noticing that behind them, on the ruins of a house, on a dilapidated wooden pillar, an eye suddenly opened. The scarlet cross pupil seemed to penetrate the dense fog here, His cold and emotionless gaze captured all the leaving figures in front of him.

Soon, those people lost track in the thick fog.

And in one corner, a beautiful indigo blue was covered with a layer of gray mist, and quickly disappeared.

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Less than half a kilometer away from the northern part of the battle, the servants who had just ended the battle with the three Servants were stopped again.

And this time, the other party didn't seem to intend to talk nonsense to them.

The only answers to the questions of the three of them were the violent vibrations under their feet, and the huge columnar monster with scarlet pupils that drilled out of the underground seabed and the floor tiles on the ground.

"Devil God Pillar...!"

Tesla couldn't help but gritted his teeth and whispered, this is not a guy who can be dealt with casually.

"The remnants of Chaldea..."

Accompanied by a loud "bang", the huge columnar monster rose from the ground like a big tree, and the rows of scarlet cross pupils on its body stared at the small, bug-like Servant in front of it.

This time, He has no intention of talking nonsense with them anymore, that huge body is like a tall stone pillar supporting the Age of Gods, and the dense scarlet pupils on the obsidian-like black body are extremely conspicuous.

Even if he just appeared here, and just said half a sentence, the huge and strong momentum will be played along with the music on the lofty hall.

Even if it is just being locked by the scarlet pupil, it can make people feel that their breathing is being restrained by a powerful force, suppressed, and makes people breathless.

This is the Demon God Pillar. The legendary Demon God served by King Solomon is also the incarnation of gods in various myths. It doesn't matter if they are called gods.

Assassin narrowed his eyes, he could feel that the Demon God Pillar in front of him was the previous Demon God Pillar.

"you……"

The voice of Demon God Pillar, Information Room, Andusias came out of nowhere along with the music he "played", and there was no organ on his body that could produce sound. It is the same as spontaneously generated from the depths of their hearts.

It's okay to hear the voice of the Demon God Pillar once or twice, but once you hear his voice too much, the three Servants can't help but feel a burst of pain in their heads.

"...Aren't you going to give in yet?!"

Suddenly, Andusias let out a roar, and the dense fog within tens of meters around was instantly reversed with the surging cyclone. In an instant, the scene in front of Tesla became clearer.

And just as Andusias engulfed the surrounding dense fog, a violent shock wave suddenly spread around him, colliding with all obstacles on the surrounding path, making a continuous loud noise.

"boom!"

Before Tesla and the others stood still, a dazzling red light swept directly towards the three prisoners' bugs in Andusias' eyes. He didn't have the slightest intention to communicate with Tesla and the others. He was here It is also very simple to stop their three purposes.

Their side lost three Servants, so the Chaldean side must also make a corresponding loss!

[Control Tower] The condition on the other side is not good either. Three Servants were lost all at once. This is a huge gap that cannot be filled in a short period of time. If Chaldea uses this opportunity to attack, then As far as the battle situation is concerned, he doesn't allow him to look at it so optimistically.

This is why he suddenly decided to destroy them regardless of his own state after hesitation.

Therefore, these three Servants must be wiped out. No matter what, no matter which side the three Servants are on, they are a force that cannot be ignored at any time. The loss of the three Servants is also a big challenge for them. No small loss.