Chapter 325: Madam Herta! Help!

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Madam Herta! Help!

Lancer, who was struggling to withstand the Icewheel Blades and March 7th’s charge, suddenly jolted!

"Arghhh—!!!"

A shrill scream erupted from his throat!

From the gaps in his insectoid armor, which were originally just cracks, a murky, ghostly green light suddenly burst forth!

Immediately after, a series of tooth-gritting "crack" and "squelch" sounds rang out!

At his shoulder blades, the already shattered carapace and clothing suddenly exploded!

Two pairs of slimy, slender, and sharp insectoid limbs—resembling mantis blades with a metallic luster and a ghostly green hue—tore through his flesh, extending wildly and flailing in the air!

His head twisted unnaturally, and the skin on both sides of his cheeks split open, revealing several trembling tentacles lined with suckers!

The muscles in his spear-wielding arms bulged, and it looked as if countless insects were squirming beneath his skin. This made his arm movements even more eerie and unpredictable, with his joints even capable of contorting in reverse!

Complete insectification!

This "little gift" from Phantylia completely ignited all the remaining potential of "The Propagation." It utterly destroyed the last vestiges of humanity and sanity within Diarmuid Ua Duibhne’s Heroic Spirit shell, transforming him into a terrifying insectoid monster born only for slaughter and destruction!

"Hiss—!!!"

The insectified Lancer let out a sharp hiss, and his newly grown blade-arms slashed out in a cross-pattern at a speed barely visible to the naked eye!

With two clangs, he actually shattered the whistling Icewheel Blades mid-air!

Simultaneously, his reverse-jointed arms twisted at an incredible angle, thrusting the red and yellow twin spears like stingers from extremely tricky positions toward March 7th’s torso and ankles!

Speed, power, and eeriness—all were fully enhanced!

"Awo?"

March 7th’s battle instincts in her berserk state also sensed the shift in the threat. The madness in her crimson eyes deepened; instead of dodging, she accelerated her charge. Her hands condensed into ice crystal gauntlets once more—one fist striking the incoming spear tip, the other smashing against the flailing blade-arm!

Long Night Moon held her umbrella, quietly watching the scene unfold.

When Phantylia secretly acted to catalyze Lancer’s complete insectification, the tip of her umbrella lifted slightly, but she ultimately held back.

Intervening now might trigger more direct interference from Phantylia.

The worry in her eyes deepened by another layer.

Yet her perception, like a fine spiderweb, had already quietly extended toward the side corridor.

(Sakura’s emotional fluctuations are intense.)

(And then there’s Kirei Kotomine and his Assassins... They aren’t moving, yet they’re more threatening than any action. What are they waiting for? For the thing inside Tokiomi to burst out? For Rin and Sakura to break down?)

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the umbrella handle, sending a message through the deep link with the System Space.

[Long Night Moon]: Madam Herta! Help!

(Attached: Real-time perception map of the Tohsaka Residence side corridor, Kirei Kotomine and the Assassins’ encirclement posture, Sakura’s abnormal energy reaction, warning of Tokiomi’s rapidly failing vital signs.)

After the message was sent, she maintained her surface composure; even the angle of her umbrella didn’t change.

However, in the shadows beneath the umbrella, her other hand, hanging naturally at her side, saw its fingertips curl slightly. A faint, blood-red glimmer flashed at the edge of her nails, like the tongue of a dormant viper.

Meanwhile, on the Xianzhou Luofu.

Madam Herta was leading Welt and Stelle through a bustling yet elegant pedestrian street in Central Starskiff Haven.

"...Therefore, regarding the potential chain reactions of the Stellaron on the Xianzhou, I personally tend to believe it will form a unique connection with the local Abundance power, rather than just a simple eruption," Black Herta said in a steady academic tone, her fingertips tracing the air.

Welt listened intently, occasionally adjusting his glasses and asking a few pointed questions.

Stelle, on the other hand, was a bit distracted. Her golden eyes wandered left and right, her interest in the various novel snacks on the streets of Loufu clearly outweighing the complex discussion.

Just as Black Herta was about to start her next point, her speech paused for a moment.

(An emergency SOS from Long Night Moon?)

She remained impassive on the surface, still appearing to listen to Welt’s questions, but her purple-black eyes seemed to deepen slightly.

On a level unnoticed by anyone, her consciousness instantly accessed the deep link with the System Space, retrieving all the information sent by Long Night Moon and quickly browsing the relevant "history logs"—mainly recent summaries of the Fuyuki situation, specifically Phantylia’s appearance, Kirei Kotomine’s abnormality, and the outbreak of "The Propagation."

(Phantylia is playing an observation game, Kirei Kotomine is waiting for a "theatrical climax," Tokiomi is dying, Sakura seems to have awakened some form of resistance but it’s a drop in the bucket, and the Assassins have them surrounded... Tsk, it really is a mess. Long Night Moon has to focus on the battle in the main hall, and while little March’s berserk state is powerful, she won’t be able to stall Phantylia for long...)

She quickly assessed the situation in her mind.

(If I directly intervene in the Fuyuki timeline and provide some remote assistance... what would happen?)

Almost as soon as the thought occurred, the System’s calm voice rang in her consciousness, as if it had been waiting for a long time:

[System]: Retrieving relevant rules (Type-Moon World counter force Temporary Protocol).

Conclusion: Before you, Madam, rules are merely a matter of snapping your fingers.

The current situation falls within the scope of reasonable intervention.

Estimated energy expenditure: Extremely low.

Risk: Negligible.

Recommendation: Execute.

The System’s reply was so fast it seemed like it had a script ready, even carrying a subtle hint of "I’ve been waiting for you to ask."

Black Herta nodded slightly.

(Then... let’s snap those fingers.)

While continuing to nod to Welt in a thoughtful manner, she sent a concise message back to Long Night Moon in her mind:

[Black Herta]: Understood.

Then, a wisp of her primary consciousness instantly branched off, following the coordinates across the gaps between worlds. It descended silently into the side corridor of the Tohsaka Residence in Fuyuki, gently touching the edge of the consciousness of the little girl who was currently gritting her teeth and using all her mental strength to fight the horrific thing inside her father.

Sakura Matou’s entire world now consisted only of her father’s ashen, agonized face before her.

She was about to give in.

Her strength was draining, her consciousness was blurring, and despair was like cold seawater drowning her.

(No... I can’t give up... Father... Sister...)

At the very moment her spirit was about to snap—

A calm, yet strangely reassuring young female voice rang out directly in the depths of her mind:

[Calm down.]

Sakura shuddered, her violet-blue eyes widening slightly in shock.

Who? This voice... it wasn’t Sister Long Night Moon, nor anyone else present!

[Do you want to save him?]

The voice continued to ask, its tone devoid of inflection.

(Save... Father?)

Sakura nodded vigorously, almost by instinct, even though no one could see her.

[Listen to me. I will help you.]

(Help me? How? Who... are you?)

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