Chapter 1012 "Vampire"

The stalker couldn't understand the situation in front of him for a while.

For example: Why are there so many guys holding noble phantoms and suspected of being heroic spirits gathered here?

Unfortunately, now is obviously not the time to think about these issues. Since that shield is a Noble Phantasm, the violent charge in front of you cannot be treated as a simple ordinary attack and must be avoided.

The Diver was worried that the shield as a Noble Phantasm would have special effects and being hit would be detrimental to him, so he jumped up and landed on the huge umbrella-shaped chandelier in the atrium.

It was only at this moment that she accurately realized the current situation - at some point, about thirty police officers had gathered in the passages and halls on the second and third floors.

She is surrounded!

The stalker can tell at a glance that these people are not ordinary policemen. Because these policemen hold a variety of weapons in their hands, and each one is wrapped with extremely dense magic power.

At this moment, different magic waves seeped out from these treasures, seeming to distort the air in the entire room.

Although it is unbelievable, but... this represents a fact, a fact that subverts the concept of the Holy Grail War: every weapon held by these policemen is an out-and-out precious weapon.

"... Ordinary employees have been evacuated through the back door. The barrier has also been activated, which can be somewhat concealed from others."

While the secretary was reporting, another policeman walked into the hall and handed a long cloth bag to Orlando.

Orlando took out his special weapon from his bag - a Japanese sword with a jet black scabbard.

Of course, this is also a precious weapon.

"...There's a good show to watch." Hansa couldn't help but whistle when he saw that the policemen at the scene were all equipped with various treasures that seemed to appear here due to the chaos of time and space.

Orlando winked, and several policemen pointed their weapons at Hansa.

"Now that you've seen it, I can't let you go. Before we deal with that guy, please stay there." Orlando stared at the figure in black who was standing on the chandelier observing the situation.

Go to see Hansa and said calmly.

"Solution? That's a servant, right? Why don't you use your own servant?" Hansa asked with some confusion.

Hearing Hansa's question, Orlando replied succinctly: "I don't want to leak the information to you. However, in order to stop you from hindering me, I can let you see it."

"See what?"

"The magician's ugly fight -" Orlando murmured, then took a breath, adjusted his breathing and the magic power in his body, and said clearly: "A force refined to defeat superior heroic spirits, almost evil."

The stalker looked down at the entire scene from the chandelier, silently adjusting her breathing. The scene at the moment really surprised her, but it was not enough to shake her heart and belief.

There are seven or six heroic spirits.

In the knowledge given by the Holy Grail, the number of heroic spirits is unclear for some reason.

But Diver never paid attention to it from the beginning. Even if there were hundreds of heroic spirits who wanted to get the Holy Grail, there was only one thing she had to do.

Now I just happened to meet thirty or so 'heroic spirits'.

"I'm going to eradicate them all."

At this moment, the stalker had only this idea in her mind, made up her mind, and began to whisper softly. That was the karma she carried with her own will, and it was the power borrowed from the great predecessors.

"... Zabaniya (Zabaniya)"

In an instant, darkness spread outward through the gaps in the cloak covering the stalker's face.

Orlando saw the "darkness" extended by the heroic spirit suspected of being a stalker approaching him, and immediately jumped back.

boom--

Escaped from death. Orlando couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw the extent of destruction in front of him.

The place where he originally stood has been completely destroyed by "darkness", and the marble floor has been dug up like cheese.

This is the destructive power of heroic spirits. If he had not chosen to avoid it just now, he would have died.

The stalker's attack did not stop because it failed, and the "darkness" spread around the hall with her head as the center.

The police officers holding various "noble weapons" only focused on defending or dodging when facing this sudden attack, and had no energy to take other actions.

This is the difference between humans and heroic spirits. Even if they also hold Noble Phantasms in their hands, their error tolerance is completely incomparable to that of heroic spirits. They dare not easily try to resist the opponent's attack, otherwise they will pay a heavy price.

Just like this moment, a police officer next to Orlando had his arm cut by "darkness".

"Ugh——"

Along with the screams, "darkness" wrapped around the man's arm like tentacles, and then tried to pull his entire body up.

Judging from the degree of bending, this arm is at least broken.

Orlando jumped up without saying a word and drew the knife in a decisive moment.

The sharp sound of the sword rang out, and the alluring light of the sword flashed through the air, slashing towards the darkness wrapped around the subordinate's arm.

With a solid hit, the "darkness" was cut in two and fell to the ground lightly.

Only when Orlando saw what fell next to his subordinates did he understand what "darkness" was.

Is it... hair?

It is a magic technique that causes the hair to "expand" dramatically, making it more flexible and easier to manipulate than the limbs.

But when Orlando saw the pried up floorboards, he slightly changed his mind.

No, this is no longer hair, she transformed her hair into a blade. So, this is her Noble Phantasm.

"It's just like Medusa in Greek mythology..."

Although he felt a little headache about this, Orlando believed that since he had seen through the other party's tricks, there was still a way to deal with it.

If it was a one-on-one duel, or if the police present were just ordinary police, then one's actions might have been completely blocked. However, everyone present had received the protection of the Noble Phantasm and had been trained for the purpose of killing heroic spirits to this day.

If they lose in a "frontal conflict" with the Rogues, it means that they do not have enough strength to compete with the King of Heroes, the unseen cavalry, the swordsman who appeared today, and other upper-level servants.

"Anyway, this is a good touchstone."

Orlando looked at the stalker again and gave instructions to the men around him in a cold voice: "Don't back down, even if the entire hall is destroyed, we must subdue her."

Then, he held the knife in his right hand and took out the pistol from his left hand.

"Before you destroy it, I will 'consume' this area."

That gun is a spell tool, and it is not filled with ordinary bullets, but bullets that are used as "activation" for specific spells.

Orlando fired a shot into the ceiling, as if signaling an "all-out attack."

He wasn't targeting the stalker.

Because his purpose is to activate the trap of Orlando Revie's "Police Station (Magic Workshop)" buried in the surrounding ceiling.

After the magic was activated, the barrier in the police station hall was temporarily strengthened, as if the hall had turned into a different world, isolating it from the outside world.

Even if a tank is used to fire cannons here, the outside world will not hear the slightest sound.

At the same time, several monsters and dozens of evil spirits appeared around the stalker. With clear hostility, they rushed towards the "intruder" designated by Orlando.

"Should we deal with that priest as well?"

While doing these things, Orlando looked towards a corner of the hall.

The priest wearing an eye patch walked around as if he was not involved, like a tourist visiting the hall. He also picked up the coffee pot placed at the front desk and poured coffee into paper cups.

"...Forget it, we'll deal with him later."

Seeing that this thing didn't seem to affect them, Orlando clicked his tongue in disgust and looked back at the stalker who was constantly extending his tentacle-like hair near the ceiling to attack.

The summoned evil spirits were flying in the air, and leopard-like monsters stood upside down on the ceiling, surrounding the stalker.

He planned that when these monsters pounce on the stalker, he would have his subordinates with long-range attack treasures penetrate the stalker and the monster together.

Although this method is a bit simple and crude, it should be enough to test whether your own attack is effective against the heroic spirit.

Orlando briefly chanted the spell to control the familiar, and the evil spirits immediately pounced on the stalker.

The subordinates also raised their precious phantoms together, ready to attack at any time.

However, at this moment——

"...Dream Marrow (Zabaniya)..."

No one in the hall heard the whisper of the assassin in black.

To be precise, only one person can hear it.

"...Hey! What's going on?"

Hansa was about to drink the coffee in his mouth, but he couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the paper cup.

He covered his ears and looked in the direction from which the "voice" came, and found that the singing voice was continuously overflowing from the gaps in the black hair of the heroic spirit extending in all directions.

Hansa squinted his eyes and calmly analyzed the "sound" made by the stalker.

"This is... a sound range that ordinary people can't hear?"

As Hansa said, no one else, including Orlando, could hear the sound.

However, the Stalker's singing did have an effect on Orlando's bodies.

Although Orlando and the others could not hear the singing, they were affected by it.
To be continued...