At this moment, the curtain has come down on this side, but on the other side of the battlefield, several people are still fighting.

“Bellerophon！” (Riding the reins!! ）

Medusa once again rode into the sky on a Pegasus, using the vast sky as an acceleration orbit, coupled with her own and Pegasus magic as a propulsion, the seemingly brilliant and gorgeous Noble Phantasm was liberated, and the god-like Phantasus carrying Medusa once again turned into a white comet, crashing towards the NCER Artoria who was fighting with Vlad III and the wild blue who was fighting with the curse wrist.

In the face of such an attack, the first reaction of either NCER Artoria or Lancelot was to dodge.

It is completely unbearable to face such an attack head-on.

With Vlad III's involvement, no matter how fast he explodes now, he can't close the distance between the two sides and take himself away from the enemy's attack range.

That is, the moment Medusa activated the treasure, Vlad III, who was fighting alone with NCER Artoria and was evenly matched, clenched the silver-white spear in his right hand, and the elegant voice that contained bloodthirsty madness under the stability sounded:

“Kazikli Bey！” (Bloodstained King Ghost!!) ）

At the moment when the liberation proclamation of the piercing prince who was like a rider and an NCER, but was actually a berserker, suddenly arched in the land near NCER Artoria.

Tuk Tuk –

In an instant, with NCER Artoria as the center, countless scarlet slender spikes grew in the surrounding area in an instant.

One after another, the scarlet giant spikes continued to bulge from under the ground, stabbing towards NCER Artoria in the center.

Swinging the spear, although NCER Artoria did not flinch, almost as soon as the spikes burst out, he swung the spear, shattering the scarlet spikes that pierced from the side and were large enough to be human-height, the black and red holy spear swirled with the storm, splitting all the spikes, and then, the magic exploded, and the whole person jumped out of the horse.

Because, the war horse under her, Ramlai, was not able to completely block the attack.

The iron hooves wrapped around the storm, after crushing dozens of spikes, were reborn with scarlet spikes that pierced through the horse's legs and through the horse's belly.

Sigh Rhythm !!

With the terrible neighing sound of horses, the body of the war horse Ram Lai was pierced through the body by scarlet stake thorns from all directions.

Countless slender scarlet stump thorns pierced through the body of War Horse Ramlai one after another.

At the same time, rows of scarlet spikes burst out from all around and rose into the sky, enveloping Artoria, Berserker, and Hassan, who had jumped off their horses, in the center.

And the moment the curse wrist was formed by the encirclement made of bloody spikes, the body retreated backwards, and the flexible body passed through the specially set up void.

When Lancelot's sword, the Unrepentant Lakelight, slashed at Lancelot, who was trying to dodge and attack, rows of scarlet spikes that rose into the sky blocked his attack at the cost of two rows and less than twenty.

Wrapped in the center of the scarlet iron stake, only NCER Artoria and Lancelot, who had lost their horses, remained.

At this time, it is too late to dodge again.

The white comet has crashed down.

However, at this moment, a wave of magic power flooded-

"To order the curse—"

Lancelot's body disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only Ramlai, the war horse who was executed to death, and NCER Artoria, who was armed with a knight's spear.

Rumble!!!

It's too late.

Even if NCER Artoria could really be faster than Medusa, reacting and counterattacking before Medusa collided with her, there would not be enough time to gather the impact of the god-generation phantom beast called by the reins of the horseman.

Even if she could resist it, now, from all directions, she couldn't resist the scarlet iron stakes that kept surging with momentum that pierced her body.

However, even though she was about to be attacked to death, she didn't choose to continue to defend, but-

Liberate the Holy Lance.

This time, however, the phrase "Seal Thirteen, Decision Start" did not ring out in the holy spear.

What sounded was-

"Thirteen restraints are liberated, and the transformation of the demon god begins"

When she heard this, NCER Artoria immediately realized that something was wrong.

However, as a mirror image, it is no longer a clone of the Heroic Spirit, no longer a doppelganger of the King of the Wild Hunt who descended on the ground, but an illusion reproduced from the mirror, a puppet of the Demon God, and a creation of the Demon God.

The righteous questioning that was originally issued by the souls of the thirteen Knights of the Round Table turned into an evil declaration full of banter:

"The weak? It should be eliminated. Bedwell's voice.

"Duel? Ridiculous knightly honor. Palomedes' voice.

"Elves? Despicable fantasy species. Lancelot's voice.

"Selfish desires? Purity is hypocrisy. Galahad's voice.

"Evil? You are evil! Mordred's voice.

“......”

Twelve voices rang out almost at the same time, the familiar voice, but in an evil tone that she could not imagine at all.

Twelve upright Knights of the Round Table?

No, the sound that rang out from the Holy Spear now was twelve evil demons!

Finally, a voice that she couldn't ignore at all sounded—

"I'm the Demon God!"

That's her voice, that's her own voice.

With the thirteenth voice sounding, a palpitating, terrifying evil power erupted from the black-red holy spear.

“Rhongyniad！” (Rengo Miniad!) ）

The power of terror exploded in an instant.

The pitch-black power spread outward with her body as the center, forming a pitch-black ball.

And then—

Blooming towards the sky –

Rumble!!!!

Huge pillars of black light rose from the ground.

Medusa, who rode the god-generation phantom beast Pagathos, collided directly with the expanding black pillar of light.

Rumble!

Almost instantly, the holy Pegasus' front hooves were torn apart and torn apart by the black light.

At the moment of emergency, Medusa did not hesitate at all, kicked on the body of the mortal Pagassos, and fled urgently.

The storm that surrounded the black pillar of light squeezed the steely scarlet stake.

Like a tree in a hurricane, the scarlet iron stakes were directly torn off, and countless scarlet iron stakes flew into the sky, crumbling in the sky, turning into magic and dissipating.

Vlad III's mouth erupted as the other man who was close enough to get closer, and the storm of evil magic tore devastatingly at the skin of his body, along with the bones that were also made of magic wrapped in flesh and blood.

In the violent wind pressure, his whole body felt as if he was about to be crushed into a meat patty.

While the scarlet horse he had transformed into a vampire was crushed to pieces by the storm, Vlad III opened another Noble Phantasm-

“Legend of Dracu！” (Inheritance of blood!) ）

As the prototype of Count Dracula, this Noble Phantasm transforms him into Count Dracula.

The ancestor of the vampires.

In an instant, he went from being an elegant king in human form to an abominable vampire.

Then, fly backwards.