Rumble!!!

"Ramlai."

The explosion sounded again, and the indifferent voice of Lancer Artoria rang out.

The Law of Sighs –

With the call of the master, the war horse Ram Lai hissed, raised his hooves, and fell to the ground heavily!

Rumble!!!

The ground cracked like a heavy chariot, and the armored horses charged at Berserker Lancelot in front of them.

At the same time, the mature and tall lancer Artoria raised the black and red spear in her hand and launched a bombardment at Lancelot.

"Ahhh!!hhh

Lancelot, bound by the madness spell of the dirty inkstone, let out a wild roar, his face showing anger, and swung the long sword in his hand, the indestructible lake light, and slashed at the chariot that was attacking in front of him.

Clang!

However, at the moment when the sword collided with the knight's spear, Lancelot's body flexibly flashed to the side, dodging the impact of the warhorse.

Rumble –

The horse's hooves swept the storm and rushed out of a long trajectory, rushing a few hundred meters away.

And after rolling to the side, Lancelot did not immediately rush and attacked again.

His restless gaze, imprisoned by the threshold of madness, swept towards the heavy locomotive next to him.

Without any hesitation, his right hand rested on the locomotive.

The black color on the armor, like ink, quickly eroded the locomotive.

Knight of Owner (knights do not die with their bare hands).

Derived from the legend of him using a tree branch to defeat his rival Philot without carrying a sword.

Those that are touched by his hands, whether it is pots and pans, as long as they meet the concept of "weapon", can be eroded by magic into D-class treasures.

The pitch-black locomotive grows black and red lines,

In an instant, Lancelot got on the locomotive, and the engine that had infiltrated the magic roared, and in the roar like the roar of a wild beast, the two exhaust pipes emerged in a black-red trajectory, rushing towards the war horse in the distance.

"Nice mount."

Artoria's indifferent face did not change in the slightest, the fighting spirit was still fanatical, and with a tug of the reins in her left hand, the four hooves of the war horse Ramley swept through the storm, drawing a complete arc on the ground, turning the corner, and rushing towards Lancelot, who was driving a heavy locomotive towards her.

But, at this moment-

A white shadow struck from the sky.

“bellerophon！！！”

With a loud shout, the dazzling white came from the sky at a great speed.

It was a white Pegasus with wings.

The legendary Pegasus.

Riding on top was a tall woman with long purple hair.

However, it is clear that this is not the time to delve into identity in detail.

However, the most critical problem is that at the moment, she has no room to dodge.

In front of her, Lancelot, who is holding the light of the lake without regrets, is attacking her, and above the side, is the attacking Pegasus.

And himself, Ramlai, who was rushing, had no way to dodge quickly.

Well, there's only one way!

As a warrior's judgment, Lancer Artoria responded urgently.

The thorn-like black-and-red spear in his hand condenses the momentum of being the king of storms and the king of the hunt, and the magic power converges on the black-red knight's spear-

“Strike Air！” (Wind King Hammer!) ）

It's no longer a storm like a sharp blade, with the purpose of attacking, but spreading, and the target is not Lancelot on the other side, nor is it the Pegasus attacking, the spiral-shaped storm bursts out in an instant, turning into a wild hunting wind beast and rushing out—

Crashed into the ground.

Rumble!!!

The violent storm broke away, turning into a powerful impact that shifted the trajectory of Ram Lay's travel.

For the onslaught Pegasus, Lancelot, who had not lost his warrior instinct at all, had already had a dodge-in reaction, and at the moment when Artoria blasted out the storm, he also took advantage of the storm to drive the heavy motorcycle under him in a sideways.

Clang!

After the knight's spear and sword collided, Artoria and Lancelot passed by.

And then—

At the same time, he twisted his body, and the sword and spear in his hand launched an attack on the attacking white Pegasus with great tacit understanding.

"Not good!"

The purple-haired servant riding a Pegasus sensed this situation, and the magic eye under the blindfold couldn't help but shrink, but she still reacted in a very timely manner.

A crisp metal sound rang out, and the Pegasus rider threw out a chain, drawing a curved arc in front of him.

Clang!

Clang!

Two successive metallic clashes unfolded, and Pegasus' hooves landed on the ground—

Rumble!!!

With a violent impact, Pegasus's hooves were wrapped in magic power, and they crashed into a huge pit dozens of meters on the ground, releasing a shock wave.

However, whether it was Lancelot, who was riding a heavy motorcycle, or Artoria, who was riding a war horse, Ramley, were not directly attacked in the process of driving away, and the storm coming from the rear only made the speed of the two of them faster.

.......

"Ahhh Dangerous! ”

A few hundred meters away, sitting on top of a blood-scarlet horse, the orange-haired girl couldn't help but scream as she watched the female servant riding a white Pegasus being attacked.

It was Rika Fujimaru.

Behind her, riding the scarlet war horse with her, was a middle-aged man wrapped in aristocratic clothing that seemed to melt into the night.

In contrast to black, his face was pale but creepy, and his long, silk-like pale blonde hair hung loosely.

There is a kind of elegance and a strange temperament of silence and madness.

Like a legendary vampire nobleman.

"Grand Duke!! Quick, go help Medusa! ”

Rika Fujimaru turned her head and said to the pale man behind her.

"No problem, do you want to come with me?"

The servant, known as the Grand Duke, condensed a strange silver spear in his hand and spoke quietly.

"Your Excellency the Magician, it's too dangerous over there."

At this time, beside the two of them, a man wearing a skull mask and a black cloak spoke up.

Then, under the black cloak that was used to hide the huge rod-like right hand bound by the bandage, he stretched out his left hand and lifted her from the warhorse:

"You need to stay here, Your Excellency the Magician."

"That's right, senior," said Matthew, a purple-haired girl, as he approached her, "and we'll go with Mr. Vlad." ”

As she spoke, her gaze turned to the man on the scarlet warhorse, quiet and elegant, but full of madness and terror.

Vlad III, the king and hero of Romania, killed 20,000 soldiers of the invaders with a piercing machine and is known as the "Vampire Dracula" legend as the prototype of the vampire.

In this world that has become hell, a servant summoned from the side of a vampire as a berserker.

PS: Mad Grand Duke, vampire.

Medusa, who rides a Pegasus, is also a monster.

Not to mention the curse wrist of the killing rank, the right hand is the hand of the demon.

Anyway, the others summoned are not normal people, do you want to guess?