Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru!

Auxiliary combat mode, as the name implies, is letting Great Sage assist Rimuru by taking over the combat!

"Activate." Rimuru sighed helplessly. After struggling to pull the blade out once more, he realized the blade was already shaking, seemingly summoned by its master to fly back, which made him even more annoyed!

You stab me, and then you want to leave?!!

It would be one thing if you didn't let go of your weapon! But since you let go, this weapon!

It belongs to me now, alright?

"Eat it for me first, Great Sage!"

Rimuru grabbed the weapon, and layers of black mist instantly erupted from his body, beginning to envelop the magic blade.

"Analyze it directly, analyze as much as you can."

"Understood."

Ten seconds later, Black Knight reached out his hand, frowning as he felt the connection to his magic blade growing weaker—

"Hurry it up, Princess." At this moment, the effeminate White Knight said softly, "I feel that quite a lot of trash has arrived. Although it doesn't affect us, we still have things to do after all."

"Hmm..." Altrouge nodded slightly upon hearing this. "Very well, finish him off quickly, Sturt."

"Do not damage the corpse; I happen to be in need of a toy."

Upon hearing this, the crimson in Black Knight's four eyes deepened gloomily. In an instant, a black radiance flickering with magic flames returned to him, but for some reason, he felt the aura on the magic sword had weakened by a fraction—

The next moment, streaks of black mist rose and re-condensed into the figure of Rimuru, except now, besides his clothes being tattered, he was also holding a two-handed greatsword.

That is—

Altrouge, Black Knight, and the others all had their expressions tighten instantly.

Sturt's... magic sword?!!!

"Come then, let's have round two."

Rimuru pulled the blade up with his right hand, and as his left hand gripped the hilt, his originally golden eyes suddenly turned a solid crimson!

This was Great Sage taking full control of Rimuru's body!

Regarding the two-handed greatsword, Great Sage didn't actually have any particularly exquisite combat techniques or moves. After all, All of Creation could only read information that wasn't masked by mystery, and in this world, ordinary swordsmanship could not unleash transcendent power.

But Rimuru still trusted Great Sage; even without technique, it possessed absolute reaction speed, predictive capabilities, and perfect control over the body!

It could ensure not a single shred of magic power was wasted, and every muscle fiber would be utilized exactly as needed!

For a level six existence without routines or equipment, wanting to challenge someone who is better developed and higher-leveled than oneself, the only thing one can rely on is extreme on-the-spot performance, commonly known as—showing off one's skills!

Rimuru had no skills, but he had Great Sage as a script!

He bent his legs to exert force, paused his steps, and suddenly—Magic Enhancement: Light Agility Acceleration!

Whoosh!

The petite figure instantly turned into a sharp shadow, causing a ripple in the eyes of the others—

Launching an active attack? Did he realize he couldn't defend against their attacks and wanted to seize the initiative?

Sturt turned rapidly. Amidst the churning magic flames, he had no time to worry about what was going on with the magic sword in the opponent's hand. His killing intent locked tightly onto the opponent's aura, and his four eyes locked onto the opponent's figure!

Unfortunately, today, I will let you know that the chasm of power is insurmountable!

The black shadow and Black Knight collided rapidly. Rimuru's speed was fast, and his reactions were quick, but Black Knight's reactions were not slow either. Without unleashing his magic sword, he relied solely on pure swordsmanship and strength. Every time the blades touched and met, Rimuru would be thrown off rhythm by a sense of being repelled, which also gave the opponent time to readjust his stance and defend again.

Although his speed couldn't compare, his defense was airtight!

"Come to think of it, I have a bit of an advantage over you," Black Knight said in a deep voice. He wasn't exaggerating; Rimuru actually felt it too. The greatsword had no edge, and the fighting techniques for two-handed swords were inherently biased toward parrying and defense. Catching that single spray of foam amidst the surging waves of attacks, and then... it would be a fatal counter-storm!

And facing Rimuru's offensive, the opponent's technical advantage became particularly obvious—Rimuru might attack a dozen times without breaking through once, but the moment the opponent found a single opening!

He could deliver a thunderous blow! Or even break technique with raw power—

"Then... let's change the approach—" Upon hearing this, Rimuru's voice drifted faintly with the wind. Suddenly!

A black shadow flashed. Before it could be realized, the moment Sturt turned, Rimuru's figure had already appeared at his side—Magic Enhancement: Strength Augmentation, Dual Enhancement: Heavy Strike!

His speed dropped suddenly, and his entire body, carrying the momentum of an immovable mountain, brought down the blade—Sturt barely shifted his body, pulling the magic sword back with a backhand motion, and actually blocked Rimuru's multi-enhanced attack with ease. His four eyes met Rimuru's red ones—

Still not enough? This power... While Rimuru lamented, Great Sage unhesitatingly ignored the blood vessels in his hand that were already streaming with blood from the burden of the magic enhancement, and countless magic power instantly surged onto the magic sword!

Magic Power Discharge!

Boom!

The moment the magic power discharge formed a layer of armor that eroded Rimuru's body, it served even more to further suppress Sturt, pouring fully into the magic sword. Immediately after, the magic sword hummed, and the pitch-black magic flames instantly condensed, forming a huge black vortex—compressing, compressing, compressing to the limit, and then!

Condense—

A black flash that seemed to sever the horizon streaked past. The upper and lower parts of the entire mall were instantly split in two. Immediately after, boom, the parts cut by the pitch-black magic flames began to burn fiercely—

Only Sturt stood firmly in front of the Black Princess and her subordinates, holding his magic sword vertically to block the blow as well. On his shoulder, dozens of slash marks were clearly imprinted on his armor, telling the story of what had just happened.

Rimuru lowered the magic sword slightly and tilted his head.

He successfully forced his opponent back, compelling him to endure a dozen rapid-fire follow-up strikes, but... it could be considered a bit of a trick.

The reason his opponent retreated was not because he couldn't withstand the strength and explosive momentum of Rimuru's struggle, but simply to protect the Black Princess and the others.

The Black Princess did not need protection, but clearly, for the Black Knight, this was his duty.

"You can unleash the magic sword—which means it isn't just a crude imitation—" Altrouge's red eyes sparkled, as if she had discovered a treasure: "Your ability seems to be perfect replication?"

"Amazing observation skills." Rimuru said softly: "So what if it is?"

Rimuru raised the magic sword again, the red eyes in his hand glowing brighter: since his strength had been proven unable to overcome the opponent, he would have to abandon all head-on clashes and brute force, relying purely on technique to fight!

And this time, I will defeat you with your own techniques! I've taken your way of using the heavy sword and your methods!

At this, Sturt watched the opponent's opening stance and felt something was familiar—and Altrouge clearly noticed this as well.

She suddenly pressed down on the Black Knight's blade, reached out once more, and revealed a sweet smile: "You can even replicate physical arts and techniques; your ability is very strong, truly very strong—I am even more interested in you now."

"So I, Altrouge Brunestud, King of Dead Apostles, the ruler of blood and contracts—"

With a faint smile, she stepped forward, and as she chanted her own name, a vague blood-red hue began to invade the world. For a moment, Rimuru was shocked to find that his magic power had become extremely sluggish and difficult to mobilize.

At the same time, her hair began to float slowly along with her figure, and her stature began to grow—she was unleashing her power!

Rimuru was slightly startled, and as cold sweat broke out, he wanted to slap himself—damn it, I overplayed my hand... I acted too cocky.

"I extend an invitation to you once again—"

Accompanying her words, two sharp, cute fangs peeked out from her smile, and she whispered: "Are you willing to become—"

"Rutherford?" Suddenly, a voice interrupted Altrouge, causing her to look up with instant dissatisfaction. At that moment, Rimuru was overjoyed!

Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!

Perhaps Rimuru's activation of the magic sword's power had caused the Executors to speed up; they arrived a few minutes earlier than Rimuru had expected, but this was just perfect!

"It's good that you're safe, Rutherford, we all heard that you had returned to the embrace of the Lord—Black... Black Princess..."

Several figures rushed in front of Rimuru, and magical defensive barriers began to be inscribed and constructed. As they quickly isolated the surrounding environment from the battlefield, Rimuru even saw a nun—

Is this the Judgment Group of the Burial Agency?! Rimuru's eyes lit up, and he stepped back slightly. Rutherford... is that the name of the person I'm currently mimicking?

But it didn't matter. Rimuru nodded with a slight apology. Better you die than me, I'm sorry... ah...

If you guys can survive, let's continue fighting together next time!

I'll just... slip away first!!!!

The moment the lead Executor shouted "Black Princess," Rimuru keenly sensed a sudden spike in Altrouge's killing intent. Terrified, he didn't say a word, turned around, and bolted!

Magic Enhancement: Speed! Double Enhancement! Quadruple Enhancement!!!!

For a moment, Rimuru felt an endless sea of blood erupt from behind him, transforming into a monstrous beast that seemed ready to swallow everything. He was so scared he didn't even dare to look back. He had completely abandoned any pretense of being a transmigrator; although he didn't mind being called a villain or a Dead Apostle, being targeted by Altrouge was not as simple as just becoming a Dead Apostle.

The one who calls herself the ruler of contracts is best at playing with them!

At the very least, Rimuru felt that a strategic retreat was nothing to be ashamed of. After all, he was only human.

Being cautious is the most important thing; in all matters, cowardice first is always the right way to go!

Meanwhile, inside the shopping mall—

A dozen Executors lay on the ground, their fates unknown. The lead Executor who had interrupted her earlier was desperately clutching his throat, held in mid-air by an invisible giant hand—then, Altrouge coldly raised her small hand and squeezed gently, and a strange flower of blood exploded.

With a thud, the corpse hit the ground.

Seventeen Executors... in less than two seconds... completely wiped out.

Having slaughtered the last Executor, Altrouge looked with cold red eyes toward the place where Rimuru had fled, and stared deeply: "Ruther... ford?"

"My Princess, let me go." The Black Knight deactivated his demonic armor, transforming back into a tall, fair-skinned man: "I will bring him back."

"No." Altrouge was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Brad, you go."

"Me?"

The White Knight behind Altrouge was slightly stunned, then suddenly became excited: "Alright, alright, to be honest, he looked quite... quite tempt..."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you dare to touch him, I'll turn you into a real ghost." It would have been better if Brad hadn't spoken; the moment he did, Altrouge suddenly regretted it.

She had forgotten once again that Brad had no other hobbies, except that he was a homosexual who preferred delicate, handsome men—

"Forget it, go and come back quickly. Never mind the White Winged Duke for now; my release of power this time might have attracted the attention of the Church."

"As you command! My Princess!"

Watching Brad transform into a bat and quickly disappear into the horizon, the Black Knight turned his head in silence: "Why didn't you let me go?"

"You are not good at tracking." Altrouge shook her head and smiled meaningfully: "Your magic sword has become weaker."

"...He will erode my power; his ability is not replication, Your Highness."

"I guessed as much." Altrouge nodded and said softly: "That is precisely why I let Brad go and test him. If his ability is to plunder the opponent's power through combat, you are definitely no match for him."

The Black Knight excelled in extreme offense, and a large portion of his power was stored in his magic sword. In contrast, the vampire count Brad, known for his agility and superior speed, was better suited to deal with such a person.

"Speaking of which." Altrouge suddenly pulled down the White Beast, which had climbed onto her head at some point, and asked: "Do you know what kind of Phantasmal Species he is? Or rather, which Phantasmal Species has this kind of ability?"

"Don't know Fou... to be honest, I hate hybrids of humans and Phantasmal Species Fou!"

"Eh? Why?"

"Because my previous master was a damn bastard, Fou!!!"

Meanwhile, Rimuru was still in the middle of running away, but as he ran, he suddenly felt that something was wrong—

"Eh?! Is Berlin... near the sea?"

"Even if it were near the sea, there shouldn't be a Ghost Ship Fleet, right?"

A ghost ship?

Rimuru looked up in a daze, staring at the fleet drifting closer and closer on the sea, glowing with an eerie, sickly green light that turned his own face green as well!

"What the hell!!"

He recognized it; this was the signature skill of the White Knight Brad!

Reality Marble [Ghost Ship Fleet]!!!

"Screw you!!"

Rimuru turned to leave, only to discover that the area behind him had also turned into an ocean—

Is this really necessary?

He turned his head to look at the approaching ships with a blank expression, suddenly feeling a sense of hopelessness.

You're using an anti-army Reality Marble just to capture me alone?!!

Are you sick in the head?!! You lunatic!!!

The White Knight Brad was an exceptionally effeminate man. Compared to the Black Knight, he was slightly petite at around 1.7 meters tall. With fair skin and golden hair tied into a ponytail that swayed behind him, if Rimuru had to describe him, it would be that he looked just like the golden-haired Astolfo, Afo.

He wore the same style of British knight attire, had a similar hairstyle, and shared a similar gender (both were crossdressers?).