Arturia said, raising the black holy sword in her hand.
The darkness swallowing the light flows on the sword, and only the elven runes carved on the sword emit an ominous red light.
"Tell me the direction————"
"No, saber."
Animusfia interrupted Artoria's words.
According to the last information sent back by "Setoun", the enemy who caught up was obviously not an easy-going heroic spirit.
Even better than Atalanta.
The cold touch after being pierced by the "stake" seemed to be lingering in Animusfia's body.
Maybe the reversed King Arthur can defeat him, but it definitely won't be solved in a short time.
If the Dragon Witch arrives and catches up with them during this period, everything will really be over.
It would be great if Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others were here.
There will be much more room for choice.
"You continue to move forward and head for Orleans at full speed. After contacting the French army led by Marshal Gill, come back."
Although Animusfia has the blessing of the Mercury magic, her speed is still much slower than that of the heroic spirit.
If Artoria were to go at full speed, her speed would probably not be much slower than a high-speed car.
"Are you asking me to abandon you and just run away?"
Arturia said displeasedly.
"It's not about escaping, it's about preparing for victory. You are faster, I will delay him."
Animusfia and Black Saber looked at each other with their golden eyes.
"You're just a magician."
"Believe me, as a comrade——"
...
The dark knight stared at Animusfia for a long time, and then nodded.
"Don't die."
After leaving her words, Artoria Alt turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the distance.
....
"Just leave it to me."
It seemed like he was talking to Artoria, but also like he was talking to himself.
Anyway, Animusfia faced behind her and tightened her grip on the Spear of Ouranos.
"Saturn!"
Black magic power overflowed from the tip of the spear, and the magic power quickly flooded the land beneath Animusfia's feet like running water.
Dark figures rose from the black magic pool and gradually transformed into Animusfia.
Dozens of translucent crystal spears sparkled in the moonlight.
*******
Vlad III continued to pursue the scent of humanity.
Then he stopped.
In his perception, the breath turned from one breath into dozens, and spread out in all directions.
"Is it an illusion again..."
Vlad III had to admit that this magician's illusion gave him a slight headache.
For Vlad III, he only wanted relief, not such a cat-and-mouse game.
He had had enough of his days of madness.
The most critical thing is that Vlad III was unable to distinguish the difference between illusion and the real person. This chapter has been completed!