I Want to Become a Lancer! / Hundred-Faced Hassan Dies

Chiron deliberately closed in on Bazett to prevent her from supporting Cú Chulainn, having just unleashed his Noble Phantasm – Antares Snipe.

The enemy Archer was severely injured. Although the opponent used his sixth sense to turn his body to the side and avoid damage to his Spirit Core, his current severely injured state is better than death.

Because of this, Hassan of the Arm did not pursue relentlessly, but instead chose to protect his Archer.

With a bang, Medusa used her incredible strength to kick Cú Chulainn away as he swung his staff. She then jumped slightly to Chiron's side and together they knocked Bazett down.

"What incredible strength..."

Bazett's hands trembled slightly. She had used hardened runes to protect her hands after exchanging a punch with Medusa.

When she clashed fists with Medusa head-on, in terms of pure strength, Medusa was several times stronger than her!

"So, what do we do now?" Medusa asked, her voice still devoid of any emotion.

"Walk."

Chiron did not press his advantage; instead, he decisively gave the order to flee and then entered a state of spiritual transformation.

Medusa didn't say much. She glanced at the area where Valkyrie had disappeared, put her blindfold back on, and fled the place.

P. S.: "I feel like my typing speed is getting slower and slower, hmm... what could be the reason?"

PS: "Sixth update, four more to go, I don't know if I can finish writing."

Chapter 201 I Want to Become a Spearman! (Seventh Update)

"It seems I'm too late."

When Mikaela arrived, he found that Medusa and Chiron had already retreated. He still had his eyes closed and said with a hint of helplessness, "Is it really too difficult to devour all three of them at once?"

"Master."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces helped the injured Red A over; the other had a large hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out like crazy.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that Archer's Noble Phantasm wouldn't require the release of his true name and the accumulation of magical power." Red A smiled wryly; he had already exhausted all his strength dealing with Medusa.

For some reason, this Medusa was completely different from what he remembered.

In his memory Medusa was a weakling, someone he could easily defeat. Why is this Medusa so ferocious?!

"You'll get used to it." Mikaela didn't immediately treat Red A, but instead looked at Cú Chulainn and calmly asked, "Have the surveillance Magecraft methods here been eliminated?"

"Ah, it's cleared."

Cú Chulainn sat on the ground, looking rather sullen. He hugged his staff and sighed, "If only I had descended as a Lancer, how could I possibly be inferior to a Medusa!"

Clearly, Cú Chulainn was disappointed at being kicked away by Medusa. If he had been holding a gun instead of a staff, how could he possibly be afraid of a Medusa?

"What's wrong?"

Mikaela crushed the card, took out a dandelion to treat Red A, and looked at Cú Chulainn with some doubt, saying, "Did you get so frustrated that you became depressed?"

"What do you mean, 'I'm shutting myself in'?!" Cú Chulainn jumped up, as if his hair had been bristled, and shouted, "I just didn't unleash my true power today! If I had used my Noble Phantasm, I guarantee I would have killed that Medusa!"

"Oh~"

Mikaela obtained Valkyrie's Spirit Origin and was in a good mood. Moreover, since the Holy Grail granted the Servant worldly magic power, he could now waste some of it.

After healing Red A's injuries, Mikaela casually pinched a card and tossed a crimson spear to Cú Chulainn.

"Huh?" Cú Chulainn instinctively caught the gun, and was about to sneer and say that it was too embarrassing to bring out such a mere Projection weapon.

Earlier, on his way here, Red A had also Projection a spear-like object. At first, Cú Chulainn was quite excited, but then with a casual swing, the spear snapped in two like a broken popsicle.

This almost made Cú Chulainn raise his staff, intending to beat Red A to death.

"Um?!!!"

With a slight swing, Cú Chulainn noticed something amiss. A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. He then swung his Gae Bulg, with remarkable skill, performing a flourish.

Cú Chulainn's expression went from disbelief to overwhelming joy, and finally to ecstasy!

Holy crap!!! This is actually the real deal?! It really is the Gáe Bolg (Gae Bulg)?!

"Hahahaha!!! I'm invincible!!" Cú Chulainn was extremely excited at this moment. He hugged the Gae Bulg as if he were caressing his lover, and tenderness was revealed in his eyes.

Bazett, standing nearby, got goosebumps. The other person's expression was just too disgusting. It's just a weapon! Was it really necessary to make that face?

"It was because of this back then... Sigh~ Never mind." Mikaela felt a little helpless seeing Cú Chulainn's excited appearance. In her previous life, she had used this and died on the spot due to insufficient energy.

"However, magic is also very precious now."

Mikaela snapped his fingers slightly, retrieving the Gae Bulg. It was a weapon he had created, and even in the mortal realm, it would require a great deal of magic power.

"No!! No!!! Saber! I don't want to be a Caster anymore!!" Cú Chulainn's initial disappointment vanished the moment the Gae Bulg disappeared from his hand. He immediately ran to Mikaela's side, rubbing his hands together with a smug expression, and said, "Even though my class is Caster now, if I had the Gae Bulg, my combat abilities would double—no! Triple!!!"

Cú Chulainn looked at Mikaela very seriously and said, "Believe me, if my strength triples, I can take you to fight that Vlad III right now!!!"

"..." Bazett looked at Cú Chulainn's appearance, her lips twitching slightly. Was this the historical hero she had seen in her childhood?

Why do I feel that he has such heroic bearing when he's fighting, but after the fight, he seems like a completely different person? Although this feeling isn't bad, it always feels a bit subtle.

"No, I refuse. Let's go back. It's almost 8 p. m., time to sleep." Mikaela couldn't possibly agree to Cú Chulainn's request; he had been paying for the entire process to maintain the magic power of the Gae Bulg.

If the opponent gets carried away and unleashes their Noble Phantasm relentlessly, Vlad III might be doomed, and I might very well be doomed too!

"Ah!! Please! I don't want to be a Caster!! Being a Druid is really tiring."

Cú Chulainn lunged forward, trying to grab Mikaela's legs, which were covered in black and white stockings. He wasn't trying to take advantage of her; he genuinely didn't want to be a Caster anymore.

He much prefers fighting with a gun to any so-called magical duel!

For a soldier, the difference between having a weapon and not having one is truly enormous!

"Please have some self-respect." Hassan of the Arm and Hassan of the Hundred Faces jumped out and stood in front of Cú Chulainn, telling him not to harass Mikaela.

"Ahem." Red A coughed a few times, seemingly trying to suppress his laughter, but seeing Cú Chulainn's frantic state, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Hahahahahaha."

"Okay, stop fooling around, let's go back now. I want to take a shower and go to bed early too."

Bazett couldn't stand it anymore either. Although Cú Chulainn was very cool when he was fighting, his current tantrums were making her feel helpless and giving her a headache.

Mikaela nodded slightly; he was also preparing to take a shower and go to sleep.

"It's time to go back. Be careful, Hyakko." Mikaela looked at Hassan of the Hundred Faces and said in a calm tone, "Chiron is a wise man. He may have seen through something about your operation. So if you encounter any emergencies, kill your own Master first, and then kill the other Master if you can."

"I see."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded, indicating that he understood. Even without Mikaela's prompting, he would have taken care of everything before betraying her.

PS: "Seventh update, three more to go. Looks like I can still complete the task."

Chapter 202 The Death of Hassan of the Hundred Faces (Eighth Update)

In the Milenia Fortress, Vlad III sat on his throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

He didn't speak, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Darnic and Avicebron stood beside him without saying much.

At this moment, the Master of the Yggdmillennia family, or rather the Chilainshru Family, have all gathered together.

Hassan and Frankenstein Hassan of the Hundred Faces had originally gone to provide support, have now returned. They stand quietly below, waiting for the other two to return.

"Sorry, it failed."

Chiron canceled his spirit form and appeared below; his hand, which had been broken by Bazett, had returned to normal.

Medusa herself simply found a place to stay; she didn't want to have much interaction with anyone else, not even her Master.

"It's alright, just a minor setback." Vlad III forgave Chiron, after all, under the circumstances, the enemy did not wait for reinforcements and instead broke out, severely damaging the enemy Archer.

In a sense, Chiron unleashed 120% of his power, even prompting Vlad III to exclaim in admiration, "He truly deserves to be called the teacher who taught heroes; not only is his teaching ability formidable, but his combat prowess is also exceptional."

"However... it's truly regrettable that Valkyrie betrayed us for her sister." Vlad III shook his head, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Valkyrie's betrayal.

Despite his dissatisfaction, he also regretted the loss of a top-tier Servant on his side. After all, Valkyrie's combat ability was indeed not weak, and a Servant of her caliber had not even had a chance to unleash her true power before being eliminated.

To be honest, Vlad III had regrets, but also a sliver of luck.

The fact that the other side did not leave alive is the greatest help to our side.

"Sister? Brynhildr?" Chiron was clearly somewhat familiar with the Valkyrie's background, and he asked in surprise, "Last time, Cú Chulainn briefly brought down his Queen of the Land of Shadows. Could it be that someone else has brought down Brynhildr as well?"

"It's unknown at the moment, but judging from Valkyrie's attitude, that person is probably really the legendary Brynhildr." Vlad III said in a calm tone, "After all, the only person who can make Valkyrie who has no emotions put down her weapon so easily is probably Brynhildr."

"There are always some people who are unwilling to harm their own family members."

Medusa, who is usually 'cold', suddenly spoke up. She said that she could understand Valkyrie's feelings. If she had known that her sister was coming to this Holy Grail War, she would never have followed her Master's orders to harm her sister.

Or rather, if the Master dared to use Command Seal to order her around, Medusa would definitely show the Master what true cruelty is.

"I understand. After all, I fought those invaders at all costs to protect my 'family.'" Vlad III nodded slightly. He didn't refute Medusa's words, but said meaningfully, "However, I'm not talking about Valkyrie this time, but rather..."

Vlad III fixed his gaze on Hassan of the Hundred Faces and said in a more serious tone, "Hundred-Mouth, do you have anything to say this time?"

"... I underestimated Jubstache."

Hassan of the Hundred Faces didn't say much. He simply lowered his head and said in a calm tone, "The 'individuals' that split off were too weak. They couldn't even put up a fight before they were assassinated by the other side."

"Are you saying that all the Hassan who were acting as informants were 'assassinated'?" Vlad III narrowed his eyes, looking at Hassan of the Hundred Faces and saying coldly, "Assassin, at least make your jokes believable!"

Clearly, Vlad III was not particularly satisfied with the answer given by Hassan of the Hundred Faces, since the other party had already said it!

He was supposed to be a hidden dagger, spying on the enemy, and now?! He failed to spy! Instead, he's caused serious trouble for his own Servant!!!

If they hadn't placed immense trust in Hassan of the Hundred Faces, Medusa and Chiron would never have been so easily tricked.

"Are you kidding me? This operation! Forty of my 'individuals' were brutally murdered, and more than thirty 'individuals' were killed in the raid. You're telling me I'm joking?!" Hassan of the Hundred Faces seemed to have hardened up at this moment.

He actually thought Vlad III was being unreasonable. What's wrong with that?! He did his reconnaissance work, but the enemy was another Hassan. He was too weak as an individual when he was scattered, so it was normal for him to be killed by the enemy!

"..." Darnic didn't say much. He gave one of them a look, signaling them to use Command Seal to force Hassan to tell the truth.

Tonight's operation was so strange; anyone with eyes could see that Hassan of the Hundred Faces was up to no good!

It is generally acknowledged that the other side provided them with a great deal of intelligence during their first operation.

But what happened this time? Not only did the other side not provide them with any intelligence, but they also failed at the most basic reconnaissance work.

Everyone else has already run right up to your doorstep, and you still haven't found them. Instead, you're telling your own Servant, "Hmm! Everything's safe!"

"..." Master Hassan of the Hundred Faces nodded slightly, and the Command Seal in his hand glowed red. He seemed to be about to say something.

"!"

Just as he was about to use the Command Seal, Hassan of the Hundred Faces decisively pierced his own Master's heart to prevent him from reviving. He then removed the Master's heart and, with a swift motion, severed the hand bearing the Command Seal.

"Trying to control me with Command Seal?!" Hassan of the Hundred Faces was furious, and he moved so fast that even Vlad III didn't have time to react.

This time, the others also realized that although Hassan of the Hundred Faces was very weak in battles against Servant, he was still a Servant even though he was so weak, so dealing with Magecraft was naturally a piece of cake.

"Hmph!" Fran III snorted coldly. He now knew that Hassan of the Hundred Faces had betrayed them!

The other party's actions were clearly meticulously planned; he had been keeping a close eye on his Master.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Iron stakes pierced out beside Hassan of the Hundred Faces, instantly immobilizing the assassin's movements.

"Heh!" Hassan of the Hundred Faces sneered. He seemed to have known all along that the other party would not kill him. He gritted his teeth suddenly, as if he had crushed something, and then his body went limp, exuding an aura of death.

"It seems he has already defected to the enemy."

Looking at the already dead Hassan of the Hundred Faces, Chiron sighed slightly. He hadn't expected that in just one night, his side would lose two of his Servant.

Assassin betrays him, Lancer dies.

PS: "Eighth update, two more to go =A=, sigh~ my typing speed has indeed slowed down. If I really write fifteen updates, it will take until 5 a. m.

Chapter 203 The Almighty Judas (Ninth Update)

"Looks like he was killed in the end." Hassan of the Hundred Faces shrugged, looking at her predecessor Hassan of the Arm.

She had already sensed that the 'individual' she had left there had been killed. Thinking of this, she sighed deeply and said with some envy, "His death has put an end to everything, but we still need to continue our work."

"???"

Hassan of the Arm looked at Hassan of the Hundred Faces with a puzzled expression, not understanding why she would envy that dead 'individual'.

"Think about it," Hassan of the Hundred Faces said confidently. "If I stay by the Little Master's side, I'll definitely sense the First Generation Master's presence. Do you want to be by the First Generation Master Master's side every day? What if the First Generation Master reappears one day?"