"Ah, look, my majesty, how pure those girls are - I can't help but step forward and have a drink." The Hidden One looked at the Chaldean group intoxicated.
Chaldea's group happened to be all women, and they all looked like girls.
Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Jeanne, and Lawrence (?).
"Spirit-based reaction test, be careful, he is a follower of Assassin and Berserker." Doctor Roman reminded.
Matthew had fought quite a few times, and he had already set up a large shield in front of him. The gems around Lawrence turned into sharp blades, and there was no movement for the time being.
This is a city, and the map cannot pinpoint exactly which city in France it is, but before the arrival of the two mounted servants, Matthew and Lawrence were cleaning up the wyverns above the city.
Then, the two servants stepped on the flying dragon and descended from the sky.
"I saw it, it looks really delicious." The white-haired man looked faintly excited.
His eyes scanned back and forth among the four people.
"I can't wait, Countess, I have to go up first." He turned over and jumped off the dragon's back, directly trying to find Fujimaru Ritsuka with the spear in his hand.
Fujimaru Ritsuka is the only non-follower among this group of people, so he naturally has to be picky.
"Haha, I'm really impatient." The lady-like Hidden Man chuckled twice, turned around, and disappeared from the spot.
A job-related skill unique to the Hidden One, breath blocking.
"Don't even think about succeeding!" Mashu shouted and placed the shield directly in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The clash of spears and shields made a heavy sound.
"Ah ah ah, do you want to be eaten by me instead of your master? Beautiful girl." The man did not hesitate and kept thrusting out the spear.
Matthew ignored this frivolous old man and kept using his shield to resist his attacks.
Swish——
"Um?"
The man touched his face with his fingers.
It's blood.
Looking to the side, dozens of crystal blades were flying towards him from various angles.
"A boring little trick." The man was very skilled in martial arts. Even if Lawrence's weapons were directly condensed with magic power, they could not change the fragility of the gems.
Although there are extremely hard gems like diamonds, if the object you are facing is a Servant, then it is very likely that it will break at a touch.
The male servant swung his spear, and all the gem blades that tried to attack around him were shattered.
He turned his head and looked at Lawrence: "Please don't be anxious. Even if the food is extremely delicious, you still have to pay attention to the difference between desserts and main dishes... huh?" He suddenly felt that there was still a gathering of people there. Lawrence of Gem Blade is a little weird.
...an illusion?
Lawrence felt a little uncomfortable.
As a caster with no combat capability from the front, facing this kind of berserker is the most annoying thing.
Props were made, and a gem appeared on the necks of several people.
Suddenly, Lawrence felt a chill on his neck.
High-quality diamonds condense instantly on the neck, forming a diamond shell.
But something like a sharp claw still penetrated the diamond shell.
Lawrence was directly scratched by this claw and rolled forward, but he used the opportunity to avoid the next blow.
The diamond had been broken into pieces, and many of his burgundy hair had been scratched. On the back of Lawrence's neck, there were several wounds that were deep enough to show the bones.
Lawrence jumped away and looked warily at the servant standing where he just stood.
The job is Assassin, he is noble and elegant, but wears a ferocious and sharp mask.
Lawrence pondered in his mind whether there was any heroic spirit that matched this person.
"Ah, you hid so quickly. What a pity. It seems that this delicacy can only be enjoyed later." The hidden man felt a little regretful that he could not kill with one blow.
Joan of Arc on the side used the flag as a spear and stabbed it.
The scene instantly became a mess.
An Nuo squeezed her hands, and a small diamond bottle appeared in her hands.
Pull off the lid and drink the contents in one gulp.
The wound on the back of Lawrence's neck didn't even last a moment, and it immediately returned to its original shape.
Matthew was currently fighting fiercely with the male Berserker. Although he didn't have the upper hand, at least he wasn't pinned down and beaten.
On the other hand, Joan of Arc was suppressed and beaten by the female Hidden One because her servant was not strong enough.
Female, apparently a vampire.
Lawrence had a name locked in his mind.
"In that case, let me try it out for a little bit."
While recovering from his injuries, Lawrence also strengthened his defense.
Magic flows, the exchange rate is in Lawrence's hands.
Crystal covered Lawrence's fist.
"Well, although my strength parameters are only at the level of E -" She smiled beautifully, and you could vaguely see a hint of mischief in it.
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was silently providing magic power on the other side, happened to capture this scene.
"However, the weight and hardness of a diamond are definitely more than E!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka understood and put her hand on Lawrence's back.
"Caster, go fight!"
The transparent crystal condensed on Lawrence's fist, which was enough, and she smiled confidently.
Diamond's fists collided, making a crisp sound.
"See the power of Caster, Master!"
Lawrence rushed out in a little skirt.
The vampire over there is happily suppressing the incompetent Jeanne, and is very happy.
"Ah, pure girl, please obediently become my food - poof!" Maybe she was a little careless, or maybe she was too intoxicated with the joy of her upcoming victory, which made her a little distracted.
Lawrence, who rushed over, looked at the hidden man who was hit on the head by his diamond fist and was knocked to the ground by the hammer without warning. Lawrence wanted to continue the hammer, and there were several gemstone blades flying around him.
The stealth man was very fast, and Lawrence ducked out of the way before the hammer hit him.
Joan of Arc stood aside blankly and reflected: "Miss Lawrence!"
"Let's go together." Lawrence nodded.
There is something wrong with the aura of this hidden person. Whether it is Joan of Arc with weakened abilities or Lawrence who is not good at frontal combat, they will definitely lose in a single fight. Joining forces is the best way.
Mashu was on guard against the male servants, Lawrence and Jeanne were back to back from the other two directions, and the three of them surrounded Fujimaru Ritsuka in the middle.
The hidden man disappeared after dodging the blows of Lawrence's diamond fist.
A scepter fell suddenly, and Lawrence reacted quickly enough to barely catch it with his diamond fist.
She could feel that even if this female servant was put into a state of madness, her power would not be too much stronger than hers, to the point where she would be unable to resist.
She has already determined the identity of this woman.
The noble, elegant female vampire is naturally the one - Blood Countess, Elizabeth Bathory, that is.
Camilla!
