"Assassin!"
Irisviel screamed, her hands involuntarily grabbing Saber’s collar.
Saber patted Irisviel's shoulder, but did not draw the "Invisible Sword". She just asked: "Queen of the Demon Realm, what are you doing..."
"I'm not here to see you."
Scathach pointed her gun forward, surrounded by the remains of monsters, and Caster used them as shields to block the former's attack.
"Caster is my prey and my Master's must-kill target. I have been looking for him these past few days. You don't want to steal my prey, do you, Saber?"
"Don't come between me and my Saint, Assassin!"
Before Saber could answer, Caster's roar, filled with great anger, broke through the dust.
"If Saber is really the Joan of Arc, I won't be so unromantic. Unfortunately—"
Having said that, Scathach's eyes revealed one part sarcasm and two parts sympathy.
"Although Saber is very similar to Jeanne d'Arc, she is not the Jeanne d'Arc you love."
"Similar? How similar?"
Irisviel's curiosity was aroused by Scathach's words, and her doubts were exactly what Saber wanted to ask. Even Caster temporarily suppressed his anger.
Scathach tilted her head and thought for a while, then replied, "You two have the same historical status. One is the saint who saved France, and the other is the wise king who saved Britain. Your looks are also the same, especially your faces, which are almost exactly the same. I once observed the saint through clairvoyance more than 600 years ago. If my memory is correct, the only difference between you is the color of your eyes. But the most similar thing is your nature. You are both people with strong personalities and noble hearts."
"I see."
Saber nodded thoughtfully, the coldness on her face becoming much less serious, and she spoke to Caster in the most serious manner.
"I don't know anything about you and that saint, but I'm sorry, I'm not your saint."
Strangely, after listening to what Saber and Scathach said, Caster not only did not show the slightest disappointment, but instead looked happy and intoxicated.
"Oh, my saint, your gentleness is still so intoxicating. But please rest assured, even if you have lost your mind and memory due to God's injustice, you are still the same you. I will definitely break God's shackles and save you."
Caster had gone completely insane—Saber, Irisviel, and Scathach all came to this conclusion at the same time.
This guy didn't hear what Saber and Scathach said, or he didn't intend to listen from the beginning. Regarding Saber, he just made a conclusion based on his own imagination, and believed in this conclusion. Under this thought, Caster couldn't listen to anything.
"It seems there is nothing more to say." Scathach changed from holding the gun with one hand to holding it with two hands. The already cold temperature in the mountains became even more biting. "Saber, Miss Irisviel—"
Saber already understood her thoughts without Scahardo saying anything.
"I wish you good luck in battle, Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows."
After saying that, Saber pulled Irisviel into the sports car, skillfully shifted gears and started the car, then drove away. Compared to the new driver Irisviel, Saber, who possessed A-level riding skills and could control almost all means of transportation, was a true veteran driver, and she drove very skillfully.
"Wait, Jeanne!"
"Your opponent is me!"
Caster stretched out his hand, trying to stop it, but was forced back by Scathach's shot. He could only watch the goddess in his mind go away.
It was not until the pure white sports car disappeared into the night that Caster turned around and glared at Scathach with extremely hateful eyes, as if he wanted to grind her to ashes.
"It's you, is it you? God's lackey, the villain who prevented me from meeting the Saint again! You have separated us once, and now you want to stop us again, die, die, die!"
Anger and hatred turned into reality and emanated from the spellbook in Caster's hand, giving birth to countless monsters that did not belong to this world.
The first sound of death appeared, as if countless small monsters made up of anemones and corals appeared along with black magic mist.
The second time, huge tentacles that looked like an octopus or a squid emerged from the ground and danced wildly.
The third cry of death, an indescribable, nameless disgusting monster fell from the sky. It was not a creature from the earth, but a crazy and terrifying creature from the dark universe.
Demons are dancing wildly!
Faced with a scene that would make an ordinary person mentally collapse, Scathach not only did not have any negative emotions in her heart, but instead revealed a genuine joy.
The magic power that had turned into substance slowly flowed through Scathach's hands and onto the scarlet spear, and from a distance it looked like a flame was burning.
"Finally, we can have a good fight."
The exhaled breath lifted a corner of the veil. The moment the veil was lifted, the circle of small monsters closest to Scathach all exploded, as if someone had stuffed dynamite in their stomachs, causing martial arts to flow everywhere and minced meat to splatter.
Amidst the disgusting filth, Scathach combined her spear and human into one, like a sharp arrow shot from a siege crossbow, and mercilessly crashed into Caster's monster formation.
The tragic end of their companions did not make the other monsters retreat. Driven by the summoner, they continued to advance forward, filling Scathach's vision like a tide.
Scathach was not afraid at all. No matter how many mobs there were, they would not pose a threat to the real strong ones.
The magic spear stabbed out, and a tentacle exploded.
The magic spear swept across, and five small monsters flew backwards in a panic.
The magic spear fired continuously, and the disgusting monster was also seriously injured.
In just a few minutes, dozens of monsters had fallen under Scathach's gun.
However, this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the huge army of monsters.
The tentacle monsters continued to grow new tentacles where they were cut off.
From the remains of the destroyed monsters, new, identical monsters were born.
What’s more troublesome is that new reinforcements are constantly emerging from the filthy sea of blood that is constantly spreading outward.
With the continuous summoning of troops, the distance between Scathach and Caster not only did not get closer, but became farther and farther.
"God's lackey, be consumed by my wrath!"
In the endless darkness, the humanoid demon holding the human skin magic book screamed sharply and piercingly.
It was like something from hell.
PS: "I am not a lackey of God, I am a God-killer." -BY Master