The battlefield of the Heroic Spirits has turned into a swamp of sludge.

No matter how you kill the Great Touch Order, it will appear infinitely. Mountains of corpses mixed with splashes of organs and bodily fluids, kicked apart and stirred by two pairs of feet, creating a chaos even more terrible than hell.

The smell of the monster's organs, which was pungent than rancidity, was as thick as mist. The air filled with this breath was no different from the poisonous miasma. Living humans will probably die of rotting in their lungs if they inhale it.

By now, the number of tentacle monsters that have been slain has long exceeded 500. Since it is the textbook that provides the magic power to summon sea demons, theoretically, the number of sea devils is unlimited, and it is impossible to kill them all.

"It's going to be like this endlessly, except for the surprise that it's really amazing." Although Lucky E still doesn't show signs of exhaustion, the muttering is really bitter.

I don't know what happened, but Mordred was inexplicably attracted to his tights. [A certain large dog also seems to be wearing a blue tights.] Are all gunmen so weird? Sure enough, the spearmen are all perverts, and they deserve to be lucky E. Thinking like this, Mordred didn't realize that her outfit was even more inappropriate.

"It's that magic book, as long as there is his treasure, the battle situation will not change." Artoria's speech brought Mordred back to her senses.

Mordred's gaze was taken back from Lucky E's body [blame him for wearing strange clothes.] 】

"I see, that's what happened." Listening to Artoria's reminder, Lucky E sighed depressedly. He had just focused on the battle and had no idea how Mordred looked at him. "But if you want to get the book out of that guy's hands, you'll have to break through this wall of miscellaneous fish anyway."

The big tentacles sneered as if they were swinging their tentacles "awkwardly" as they slowly approached. The alien creatures probably felt neither the fear of death nor the pain. They seemed to think that they were happy only if they were killed, and they frantically attacked Mordred.

"Lancer, this is a dead end, do you want to take a gamble?"

"It's unpleasant to lose to him in terms of stamina, but it's not okay to just keep playing with the trash fish, okay, I accept it, Saber."

After the gunman agreed. Artoria gazed at the terrible wall of flesh up to the marshal, carefully estimating its thickness and density.

"Mordred and I are here to blaze the trail. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Lancer, can you run as fast as the wind?"

"Huh? Hmph, I see. It's really simple and straightforward. ”

"What are you whispering? Is it the last prayer?" The marshal calmly scoffed. The marshal is like a spectator watching the battle in a safe circle. It's just graceful, calm, and at most a taunt that stimulates the enemy's nerves, and his attacks reach such an extent that it is enough.

"Horror! Despair! There is a limit to the numerical gap that can be overcome by force alone. Haha, feel humiliated, right? Be crushed and suffocated by the spirits who have neither glory nor reputation! There is nothing more shameful for a hero!"

"Haha, that beautiful face is now distorted by grief, Joan of Arc!"

The tentacle monsters roared together. They made strange noises of joy or disgust, and slaughtered towards the center of the encirclement.

"Now is the time to decide who will win or lose."

The Knight King commanded the noble sword in a loud voice.

"Wind King's Hammer!" Red Thunder! ”

In the middle of the swirling atmosphere, a golden glow shone brightly, and scarlet lightning raged in it.

The tentacles have been struck with extraordinary power. [It's not that subordinates don't work hard, but the communist army is too cunning! ] The ultra-high-voltage charged wind, which condenses like a solid, shatters the monsters, stirring the chopped meat, sand, and sawdust together. It was as if the invisible hand of a giant had swept the earth, and a straight path had been opened. At the moment when it was blown away by the air pressure, the encirclement of the monsters was completely pierced into a hole.

"What?" The marshal still made a stunned voice. Because it was not only the blow of wind and electricity that pierced through the encirclement, but also the lucky E who was waiting for this blow to rush into the reverse air flow without hesitation.

"Enlightenment!"

Lucky E leaped through a passage of blood and flesh, and by the time his toes touched the earth again, he was less than ten paces away from the marshal, and there was no barrier in between.

"Got you, Caster!"

"Huh~!?" The big touches who turned around because of the master's crisis stretched out their tentacles together and attacked Lucky E's back. But Lucky E didn't look back, and while spinning like a windmill behind him with his left hand's short spear to slash down the pursuing minions, he turned sideways and swung the marshal's spear on his right.

It's a pity to catch up and miss the kill. The blow of the spear was only a slight cut of the tip of the spear to the surface, and it did not hurt the vital point. [I have to say, it deserves to be lucky E.] Even if the conditions are perfect enough to kill the blow, the opponent will dodge it. It's really lucky E! 】

"Take it, Red Rose of Demon Breaker!"

The true red spear stabbed out with a low roar. The tip of the spear touched the cover of the Book of Demons in the marshal's hand.

The endless alien monsters on the ground liquefied in an instant, and the monsters that were originally created by the flesh and blood of the sacrifices turned back into the form of blood and flew away. The moment the magic supply of the Luoluo City Sect was cut off, they lost the power to manifest in the flesh.

In the hands of the marshal who strode back, the Demon Dao Book immediately activated the skill as a Demon Dao Furnace, and quickly regenerated the damaged cover. Only the moment the demon-breaking Red Rose Blade comes into contact will the magic power be blocked. It didn't destroy the power of the Noble Phantasm itself, but the magic that had been lifted once was irreparable. And even if he had to repeat the summoning technique again, the opponent would not be able to give him that kind of time.

"You guy, you guy, you guy, you guy, you guy!"

In a desperate situation, the marshal's expression was distorted to the point of rolling his eyes, and he was furious with rage. [Marshal Emoji Update! ] 】

"How? Destroying you is a matter of effort. Lucky E made a joke.

But Artoria, on her part, is not in the mood to joke like Lucky E at all.

Until the winner was decided, all that echoed in her mind were the last screams and tears of the children who had been torn apart and killed.

"Be enlightened, demon alien."

She quietly exhaled her angry voice as she raised the golden sword with her right hand. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the marshal.