Chapter 321: By command spells

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: By command spells

"Who are you?" Long Night Moon asked in a deep voice, her tone guarded. "Why are you here? Mr. Tohsaka, he..."

"Me? Just a passing enthusiastic spectator."

Phantylia half-covered her lips with a fan and chuckled. "As for the head of the Tohsaka Family... tsk tsk, it seems he was too confident in the water source of his own residence. A gift from The Propagation cannot be blocked by mere basic magecraft. Now, then... there is probably... a quarter of an hour left before he completely turns into an incubator?"

Rin and Sakura’s faces turned deathly pale with fright.

Sakura tightly hugged Rin’s arm.

"What do you want?"

Long Night Moon asked calmly, while adjusting her position, attempting to shield Rin and Sakura in a safer corner, all while calculating the timing.

She could not use power beyond the scope of a "local Magus" here, as that would attract the attention of the counter force; she could only rely on means like command spells.

"What do I want?"

Phantylia tilted her head, her fox eyes blinking, as if she found this question very interesting.

Her gaze swept over Long Night Moon, then over the terrified girls behind her, and finally landed on the dying Tokiomi. Her smile deepened, carrying a kind of mischievous, cruel innocence:

"Hmm... let me think. How about this: you remove this little trick that I find a bit bothersome, and let me see more clearly, how about that?" She deliberately drew out her tone.

Long Night Moon’s expression darkened slightly, knowing she could not stall any longer.

The other party was enjoying a game of cat and mouse.

Rin bit her lip, looking at her father’s painful appearance not far away, then looked at the nervous Sakura beside her, and a surge of courage rushed into her heart.

She stood out from behind Long Night Moon and said loudly towards Phantylia: "What do you want? What will it take for you to let Father go!"

Phantylia seemed somewhat surprised and raised an eyebrow, then covered her mouth and giggled: "What a brave child. What do I want? Hmm..."

She pressed her fan against her chin in a thoughtful manner, a flash of malicious light in her eyes. "Then I want you to... cancel this boring illusion, how about that? Let’s be frank with each other."

Before she finished speaking, Phantylia raised her finger and snapped it lightly.

Snap.

Like the soft sound of glass shattering.

The illusion that Long Night Moon had painstakingly maintained, under Phantylia’s seemingly casual flick, shattered silently like a soap bubble in the sun.

The figures of Rin and Sakura suddenly appeared closer to where Tokiomi had fallen; the two were half-crouched, trying to help the semi-conscious Tokiomi up.

The moment the illusion shattered, the two girls’ movements froze completely, the color draining from their small faces, like young deer targeted by a beast.

Long Night Moon’s eyes suddenly turned sharp.

She no longer hid anything; her black umbrella snapped open with a "whoosh", the surface swirling with a dark luster, shrouding her.

"Run!" She hissed to Rin and Sakura.

At the same time, she raised her right hand. On her fair back of hand, one of the bright red command spells suddenly lit up with a blinding light, and then, as if burning, quickly faded away!

"By command spells, I order it—Berserker, manifest here immediately and protect us!"

The space twisted and fluctuated!

A beam of light shot into the sky. In the open space between Long Night Moon and Phantylia/Lancer, the space fluctuated violently, and a pink figure appeared as if pulled from the void, stumbling two steps before standing firm.

"Wah! Who is it! What’s going on?" March 7th appeared, feeling dizzy and disoriented, her eyes full of confusion.

And almost at the same time she appeared, a spear shadow, like a viper striking, silent yet fast as lightning, thrust straight at March 7th!

It was the controlled Lancer launching an attack!

"Careful!" Long Night Moon shouted urgently.

Although March 7th was bewildered, the combat instinct granted by the Berserker class took effect instantly!

Without thinking, her body acted faster than her brain; she took a step back, and the ice bow that instantly condensed in her other hand blocked horizontally!

Clang!

The spear tip precisely pierced the body of the ice bow, emitting a crisp clashing sound!

The enormous force made March 7th retreat half a step, and fine cracks spread across the ice bow, but she had successfully blocked this fatal blow.

"Eh?" March 7th finally saw the attacker clearly and was even more confused. "Lancer? How did you..."

She noticed Lancer’s hollow eyes and eerie aura, and her words choked in her throat.

Rin and Sakura only then reacted, gritting their teeth, using all their strength to drag the almost unconscious Tokiomi towards the corridor deep in the hall.

Phantylia just watched with a smile, not stopping them, as if a cat were admiring a mouse’s futile struggle.

"Little March, listen well." Long Night Moon lowered her voice, speaking extremely fast. "That Foxian woman is ’Phantylia’."

"Ph... Phantylia?" March 7th blinked, chewing on the name, then her pink-blue eyes widened suddenly. "Wait! Phantylia?! Which Phantylia? The Lord Ravager Phantylia?! Yo-you’re joking, right, Sister! Aren’t we fighting in the Holy Grail War? How could a Lord Ravager be here?!"

Her voice was even trembling.

"The genuine article, my cute little sister." Phantylia heard her exclamation, covered her mouth with her fan, and her laughter was like silver bells, yet it made March 7th’s hair stand on end. "I didn’t expect to meet a little friend who knows me here; what a surprise."

"It-it really is her!" March 7th was almost crying. She turned to look at Long Night Moon, her tone filled with desperate sarcasm. "Sister! You’re setting me up! I have to fight Phantylia? Are you serious? That’s an Envoy! Even if the whole Astral Express Crew came, we might not be able to beat her, okay! My frail body can’t hold up against that, even as a Berserker!"

Long Night Moon looked at March 7th’s "end of the world" expression, her tone remaining calm. "She is not in her complete form; her power is severely restricted by the rules of this world. Right now, her frontal combat power is not necessarily that much stronger than yours. Lancer’s state is abnormal, but not invincible."

"Even if she’s restricted, she’s still an Envoy! Do you understand what authority suppression is?!" March 7th was on the verge of tears, but she gritted her teeth, dissipated the broken ice bow, re-condensed a more solid one, nocked an ice arrow onto the bowstring, and stood in front of Long Night Moon. "Forget it, forget it! I’m already here! Even if I can’t win, I have to fight!"

She complained with her mouth, but her eyes gradually became firm.

Long Night Moon said no more, raised her right hand again, and the second command spell on the back of her hand lit up with a bright red light.

"Reinforced by the second command spell, Berserker, unleash your power!"

A more surging torrent of magical energy poured into March 7th’s body, her Saint Graph strength instantly increased, a faint halo appeared around her body, and her aura surged.

She took a deep breath, drew the ice bow, and the arrow tip locked onto the front.

"Whew... alright." March 7th whispered to herself, as if cheering herself up. "What haven’t I seen on the Astral Express Crew’s Trailblaze journey? A Lord Ravager... I’ll just treat this as challenging a high-difficulty dungeon!"

From beginning to end, Phantylia just leisurely waved her fan, with an interested smile on her face, as if she were admiring a play about to begin, without the slightest intention of making the first move.

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