"Sorry, sorry. There are too many among us who haven't had contact with the outside world for a long time. After all, I have always been the one negotiating. My apologies. Some of these guys are truly too clumsy with their words, and their acting skills are somewhat poor. So, please forgive these somewhat impulsive fellows. However, I must also congratulate you on seeing through our true nature..."
The man turned his head slightly. The wound in the very center of his forehead had not yet healed. One could still see the crowded interior and the eyes of different colors flashing by from time to time. It seemed that the existences crowding within that flesh were sizing up this world one by one.
This made Sakura swallow involuntarily. The indifferent expression hidden beneath her mask collapsed in an instant. After all, the oppression and fear brought by the existence before her were simply too terrifying. This was an existence Sakura had never encountered before.
Aslan had never pressed his full aura, filled with bloodlust and violence, upon this little girl. Moreover, placed in this era, this little girl could be called a genius. It was precisely because of this that Sakura's life had been fairly smooth, and she had not encountered too many difficulties on her path of growth.
In fact, with this young girl's abilities, living a smooth life did not seem difficult. But alas, there were simply too many accidents in this world. Furthermore, because Aslan knew this little girl's past trajectory of fate, he couldn't help but spoil her a bit more in their daily life.
The young girl would definitely not fall for a small stumble, but this current stumble seemed a bit too large.
Looking back at it now, Aslan really wasn't someone good at raising children.
The man felt the constant surging sensation at the top of his head and couldn't help but rub his wound. In any case, this is the only shell we can use right now.The next usable shell is still in the distant future.Besides, I have a bad premonition about using that next shell—the body of that woman who looks very quiet, like a Bodhisattva.
So, this shell must be protected. He barely managed to seal the outer shell with magical energy. He took out a band-aid from somewhere and stuck it over the gap, then pushed his hat back to cover the wound on the back of his head. Although it looked a bit strange in combination with the whole shell, it barely managed to patch up this physical body.
Once we pull that man's body back from the universe, we won't need to squeeze into this body anymore.
"Then, I'll have to ask you to sleep in another dimension for a while..."
A large number of tentacles began to pull at the girl, slowly sinking her into the abyss of magical energy. No matter how the girl struggled, she could not break free from such secure binding. She could only gradually be swallowed by the dark magical energy.
After successfully containing the girl, the man wearing the human shell flicked away the non-existent sweat on his forehead. How should I put it?Although there were a few small, unexpected obstacles, the initial goal was achieved in the end.
Immediately, the man raised his hand to block to the side. A shield with alternating gold and silver colors attacked the position where he stood, fast as a dart. This attack was blocked exactly by the man's raised hand. Then, a wooden sword embedded with blade fragments swung down from above.
The man hurriedly dodged to the side, then threw the shield in his hand at the newcomer. The warrior wearing silver and gold armor... strictly speaking, a warrior wearing the Armor of the Nine Worthies, lowered his head while grabbing his shield back into his hand. He then looked at the man before him vigilantly.
The Heroic Spirit holding the wooden sword gritted his teeth. The aura on this existence before me is really a bit scary.Why do I, someone so ordinary, have to face such a warrior?To be honest, I have the urge to run away.I'm already a bit scared now.But I count as a hero, somehow.In that case, I should complete the mission my Master gave me!
Several streets away, the purple-haired boy was running quickly towards this place. Perhaps because he was too panicked, this boy forgot to notify Aslan. Sigma did not have a phone to contact Aslan directly, and since Sigma had been operating with Kiritsugu and wasn't considered a member of Antarctica, he didn't have Chaldea's direct communication equipment either.
Sigma had been researching combat puppets with Kiritsugu in the basement of their home. After sharing the command rights of his Heroic Spirit with Shinji, he had closed the basement door. To prevent these puppets from being revived and attacking due to remote magical energy or other signals, the entire basement was isolated from magical energy.
When the Knight was sent out, Sigma hadn't sensed anything abnormal.
At this moment, Shinji did not expect the Knight to eliminate that bizarre man; he only hoped to save his sister.
"Heroic Spirit?"
The existence wearing the human shell was somewhat surprised. "I should have isolated the surrounding magical energy. Could it be that the girl transmitted the information out?"
Information shouldn't have been able to be transmitted out either...But never mind.Since a Heroic Spirit has come here, it's no problem to make this Heroic Spirit exit early.After all, it would be a good thing for me if the Holy Grail gathered enough magical energy to activate a bit sooner.
He raised his finger slightly. The ground was quickly covered by black magical energy. Finally, an existence that looked like a pillar, yet also like an awl, and carrying a bit of a tentacle appearance, drilled out quickly from underground. It also had spiral patterns and eyes on its body.
Although it looked like an existence made of flesh, the Heroic Spirit who had just dodged held up his shield. Feeling the force brought by the friction on the shield just now, the Heroic Spirit could be certain that if he hadn't dodged just then, he would likely have been directly pierced and torn apart by this flesh-like existence.
Then, this pillar swung quickly, pressing down rapidly towards the location of the Heroic Spirit.
The Heroic Spirit blew a whistle. A steed ran out from the void. The Heroic Spirit grabbed the reins and got onto the horse's back. Relying on this mobility, the Heroic Spirit dodged this blow that was extremely likely to be fatal.
Accepting that this steed carried the rider, he charged directly in the direction of the man in the green suit.
"Though saying this is a Noble Phantasm is a bit... well, I'll do it! Ride, Brigliadoro! Towards the other side of the rainbow, emit light! Even if not peerless, fantasy is in my hand! [Oath Without a Sword]!"
Slowly standing up on the back of the horse, he swung the wooden sword in his hand forward. Golden light wrapped around the blade.