Chapter 331: Elimination

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Elimination

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Phantylia, genuine confusion in her crimson eyes.

(What means? What riddles is she talking about now?)

Long Night Moon’s reaction deepened the doubts in Phantylia’s heart.

While Phantylia’s thoughts were racing, the battle had already been decided!

The Ice Armor Assassin seized a tiny opening from the Insectified Lancer caused by frost-induced sluggishness!

Two rapier-like blade limbs thrust out like lightning, precisely piercing the joints of Lancer’s spear-wielding arms!

Simultaneously, a curved scythe blade drew a perfect arc, severing its right blade-arm!

The segmented whip-blades took the opportunity to wrap around its neck and torso, ice spikes embedding deeply into the gaps of its carapace!

The Insectified Lancer let out a desperate shriek, its remaining left blade-arm flailing wildly, only to be firmly caught and crushed by a clawed gauntlet covered in thick ice!

The Ice Armor Assassin completely restrained it, lifting it high, as its dark red and icy blue gaze from beneath the visor coldly watched the twisted shell.

Then, all the blade limbs on its back, along with its other free claw, in the same instant—

Pierced!

Puchi puchi puchi puchi—!!!

The sound of dense penetration rang out!

The Insectified Lancer’s body was completely impaled by multiple ice blades!

The eerie green light in its eyes rapidly dimmed, and cracks on its carapace quickly spread across its entire body.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a hissing sound like air leaking out.

The Insectified Lancer’s body quickly shriveled up, and finally, with a crack, it shattered into countless frost-covered dark green fragments, scattering all over the ground.

A few faint spirit particles drifted up and then dissipated.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, this loyal and brave Lancer, exited the stage completely in such a tragic manner.

The Ice Armor Assassin slowly lowered its empty claws, its back blade-limbs retracted, standing quietly amidst the frost and insect remains.

The ice crystal carapace and spectral blue patterns on its body began to slowly fade, reverting to the original matte black, though some subtle, hard-to-notice ice-blue patterns seemed to have been added to the surface.

"E-Eliminated?"

March 7th rubbed her eyes, watching the previously fierce Insectified Lancer turn into a pile of debris, then looked at the quietly standing tall black figure, momentarily unable to process it.

Phantylia took a deep look at the Ice Armor Assassin, her gaze sweeping over Lancer’s remains on the ground, the seductive smile on her face completely vanishing.

She said no more, only giving a soft snort, her figure rapidly becoming transparent like a fading ink wash painting, eventually vanishing into thin air.

Long Night Moon looked at where Phantylia had disappeared, her brow furrowing slightly.

(What she just said... what did it mean?)

She turned her gaze back to the black figure in the arena, her crimson eyes full of inquiry.

The Ice Armor Assassin seemed to glance at her too, then turned around and started walking, not toward Long Night Moon or March 7th, but toward the corridor on the other side of the main hall leading deeper into the residence, at an unhurried pace.

"Eh? Where is it going?"

March 7th looked at its departing back and turned blankly to Long Night Moon.

Long Night Moon shook her head, closed her black umbrella, walked to March 7th’s side, and checked her injuries: "I don’t know. But it... doesn’t seem to have any ill intent. Don’t move yet, your wounds need to be treated."

"Oh..."

March 7th nodded obediently, letting Long Night Moon check her.

Perspective Shift.

Herta looked back at the screen, her finger unconsciously tapping the frame.

Sending away this King of Heroes who had been hit with an irritability debuff without letting him blow up the place... what low-cost solution was there?

Archer seemed to realize his state wasn’t right, but his proud nature would never allow him to admit it; instead, he wanted to prove he was fine by venting his anger.

He took a deep breath, just about to say something—

"Do you know who ambushed you back at the harbor?"

Herta suddenly spoke, her tone still flat as if stating an insignificant fact, her gaze not even moving from the screen.

Archer’s words got stuck in his throat.

The harbor... that cold arrow that had precisely hit his noble buttocks!

That ultimate humiliation!

His crimson pupils constricted sharply as he glared at Herta: "Who?!"

The irritability in his tone was instantly replaced by a more substantial killing intent.

Clearly, this matter was more important than bickering with Caster.

Herta seemed satisfied with his reaction, casually pointing with her chin toward the general direction of the Tohsaka Residence.

"Berserker. In that direction. You’ll know once you get there."

Her phrasing was extremely blunt, but the information was enough for Archer.

"Berserker?"

Archer repeated, the killing intent in his crimson eyes almost solidifying.

The trickiness and sense of humiliation from that arrow at the harbor surged in his heart again.

"Hmph... very well. How can you be sure what you’re saying is true?" He still habitually questioned her.

Herta finally gave him a direct look, but it was like looking at an idiot asking why 1+1 equals 2: "Believe it or not."

Archer was choked up by her attitude, his chest heaving, but the priority of the harbor humiliation clearly outweighed everything else.

He took a deep look at Herta, a gaze mixed with the threat of "I’ll believe you this once, but if you’re lying, you’re dead."

"It better be true, Caster."

Leaving those words, his figure rapidly turned into golden spirit particles, spiritizing and disappearing, racing toward the general direction Herta had pointed.

Only a cold snort was left drifting in the air.

The oppressive atmosphere at the entrance instantly relaxed.

Waver let out a long sigh, wiping non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, looking blankly in the direction Archer disappeared: "So what exactly did he come here for?"

Herta didn’t even look up, continuing to monitor the two screens underground, casually saying: "Who knows. Maybe his brain isn’t working right and he just came for a stroll."

Waver: "..."

Irisviel couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile, but soon looked at the light screen with worry.

She knew the real test was underground.

Meanwhile, deep underground, Stelle and Saber had already arrived at the edge of the marked massive hollow.

This was a massive underground space that had been artificially widened, with a high ceiling hanging with countless viscous filaments and glowing insect eggs, illuminating the entire space in an eerie green.

The ground and surrounding cave walls were covered in a thick insect carpet, with a daunting behemoth coiled in the center—a giant insect magnified countless times, as thick as a train car, with compound eyes and a hideous mouthpart.

It seemed to be in a semi-dormant state, its abdomen rising and falling rhythmically, with a large number of empty shells and skeletons scattered around it.

And in front of them, on the platform leading to the giant insect, a dense crowd of various insects of different sizes surged like a tide!

Some crawled, some leaped, and some even flapped translucent wings to pounce!

Hungry spectral light flickered in their compound eyes, their mouthparts opening and closing with skin-crawling rustling and shrieking sounds!

"There are too many of them!"

Saber’s emerald eyes sharpened, and she immediately took a step forward, both hands gripping the hilt of the invisible sword. The Invisible Air began to surge violently, and surging magical energy started to gather!

She intended to use her Noble Phantasm, using the power of Excalibur to sweep away the insect sea in one go!

"Wait."

Stelle suddenly reached out, blocking Saber.

Saber was stunned and looked at her in confusion.

Stelle looked calm as she turned the shriveled, eerie immortal salted fish she had been carrying, pointing the "fish head" at the surging insect tide.

Then, she made a simple throwing motion.

On the surface of that immortal salted fish, those suspicious deep-green and grayish-black hues suddenly became active!

A visible wave of grayish-green stench, like a long-suppressed volcanic eruption or a living ghost, boomed out from the salted fish, forming a fan-shaped torrent that rushed head-on toward the insect swarm!

It wasn’t a physical attack, yet it was more despair-inducing for... the insects than any physical attack!

The flying insects in the front, as soon as their wings touched even a bit of that grayish-green aura, instantly stiffened as if hit by an invisible sledgehammer, falling straight from the air and hitting the ground with a splat, twitching twice before becoming still.

The crawling insects behind, engulfed head-on by this "stench torrent," immediately acted as if splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, letting out sharp, painful shrieks. Their carapaces quickly lost luster, their limbs twitched and convulsed, and they flipped over and died in large swathes.

This "stench" seemed to have an extremely terrifying specificity and lethality against insects.

Saber: "..."

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