It was night, it was foggy, and the enemy was female. The curse could now be fully deployed. At this moment, it was as if they had returned to the City of Mist. The dim streetlights were hidden in the smog, which was thick with the smell of coal. A ghost-like shadow was constantly leaping about. The dagger in its hand then made contact with the elemental mecha, leaving a not-so-shallow wound on its abdomen.
At the same time, in the cockpit of the elemental mecha, Estée Lauder clutched her own stomach. A wound had suddenly appeared there. The wound was very deep. Estée Lauder also didn't quite understand how a wound like this had been left on her body through the mecha.
Of course, Estée Lauder was also thankful. If she hadn't been inside the mecha, her own wound would probably have been even deeper. She quickly took out a tool for healing her body from her spatial Mystic Code. This tool was sealed with the magic of some of the magi from her world. It was just a pity that in the world Estée Lauder came from, humanity had been suppressed too miserably by the gods. Even magic had not developed much. So the current healing effect was, naturally, not as good as imagined. But it was a good thing that she was currently in the mecha and was not in that much danger. However, she couldn't just let go of this assassin who had attacked her.
The hands of the elemental mecha were aimed at its own chest. Then, a powerful magical energy began to continuously condense at its chest, and then erupted fiercely towards Jack. Jack, because she had just released her Noble Phantasm, had not yet moved far from Estée Lauder. Therefore, she could definitely be directly enveloped in this magical energy burst.
It was just a pity that just as Estée Lauder was preparing to beat up the bratty kid and send her away directly, a green lightning bolt descended from the sky. At the same time, several rock golems that had crawled out from the ground firmly protected Jack in the very center. The magical energy burst, after tearing through the lightning and the golems, failed to have any effect on Jack.
The ones who had arrived now were, naturally, the Black Faction's Berserker and Caster, Frankenstein and Avicebron. They had quickly arrived at Jack's side. The Hammer of Lightning and the arm of the elemental mecha collided.
It was thanks to the elemental mecha using insulating materials that this green lightning did not enter the cockpit and have a certain effect on the pilot. If you were to say what kind of attack these elemental mecha were least afraid of, it would definitely be lightning attacks. After all, in Estée Lauder's world, wasn't it the great god Zeus who had been oppressing them all along? The god who manipulated thunder had been oppressing them. It was for this reason that Estée Lauder had an inexplicably strange obsession with lightning. No matter what the other elements were, the mecha she created had to be immune to lightning attacks.
Therefore, Frankenstein was not able to cause much of an obstacle for Estée Lauder. On the contrary, Jack, who was being protected by Frankenstein, stabbed the dagger in her hand towards Frankenstein. If it weren't for Avicebron's quick reaction, and the earth golems that had originally been protecting Jack quickly turning to protect Fran, Fran would probably have had to make her exit directly.
Fran, upon seeing Jack's action, couldn't help but let out an angry cry, as if to say, "I came to support you, yet you want my life? What is the meaning of this?"
The dagger in Jack's hand swung quickly, directly destroying Avicebron's earth defense and breaking free from the Black Faction's attack and protection circle. For Jack, she didn't care who was a teammate and who was an enemy. There was only one thing she had to do, and that was to kill all the Heroic Spirits. If this could let her and her mother live together forever, then that would be for the best.
"Assassin, what are you doing?"
Avicebron stood on the earth golem, his tone somewhat unfriendly. Originally, they had thought that their own Assassin just hadn't met up with them. But who knew that this wasn't a matter of not meeting up with them? This was simply standing on their opposite side. It seemed this guy also hadn't joined the Red Faction. Could it be that she planned to oppose both sides? With this way of thinking, was the existence before them an Assassin or a Berserker?
"Yo? It's quite lively here. Speaking of which, these puppets... I see. You're the Black Faction Heroic Spirit who sent people to attack me last night, right? In that case, give me your life here!!"
Mordred had also arrived here at this moment. She extended her hand to the side, and crimson lightning spread outwards. Then, the demonic sword came into her hand. Mordred had a very clear target. After all, this magus had indeed been in opposition to her last night. As for the mecha these people were fighting, although she didn't know if they were on her side—after all, they hadn't said hello to any of their own people—the only thing she knew was that the Assassin on their side was a black-haired woman. So, whether this one driving the mecha was on her side or not, she didn't know. But it didn't matter. The enemy of her enemy was a temporary friend.
As a Heroic Spirit whose fighting style leaned towards a Berserker, there was simply no need to say much more. Just start fighting.
Mordred's figure, like a thunderbolt, vanished without a trace. The next moment, she appeared before a giant golem. The armor on her left arm had already covered it. At this moment, the armor had also successfully pierced through the core of this golem.
Mordred withdrew her hand, a smile on her face. "One!"
She then once again placed her gaze on the other golems. She disappeared again, surging across the ground like a crimson thunder. Her foot kicked and shattered another rock golem. At this moment, the armor on both her feet was also successfully put on. Magical energy erupted under her feet, helping Mordred to jump quickly. Her whole person, like a thunderbolt, smashed towards Avicebron.
Avicebron hurriedly dodged in one direction, and the giant golem under his feet was, of course, directly smashed to pieces. At this moment, the armor on Mordred's body was naturally also completely put on. The demonic sword gently tapped the armor on her shoulder. She slightly lifted her chin, looking at Avicebron.
And Estée Lauder widened her eyes. She hadn't expected such a chaotic battle to break out before her very eyes. This was completely different from her original intention!
Looking at Mordred's Berserker-like attack, and then at Jack constantly looking for opportunities to sneak-attack a Heroic Spirit, and Frankenstein constantly erupting with green lightning, the entire battlefield had already fallen into a sea of chaos.
"Don't fight! Don't fight anymore!! Stop! Stop fighting—!"