Pidgey: What Is 1000 Minus 7?! (cont.)

So, thanks to his A+ level agility, Brush Brother skillfully dodged the turtle's impact.

"This is--"

Unfortunately, after missing its target, the tortoise made a Canadian turn and flew back to crash into Diarmuid again.

After dodging repeatedly, Diarmuid noticed that this flying turtle with its own tracking ability seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"No, it's because I've slowed down!"

Even Servants have their limits. The speed of A+ means that the '+' signifies a burst of power that can double one's stats in a short period of time. However, since it's a 'burst,' it naturally consumes more stamina and mana, and it cannot be sustained.

Brush Brother dodged the turtle that had transformed into a green streak and was about to jump onto his head once again, then turned to look at Joan of Arc and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is. It's because the Caster is constantly providing magic and manipulating it that he can attack the enemy so accurately and at such high speed."

"Although I don't know what will happen if I get bumped into, it certainly won't be anything good."

"If we want to resolve this situation, attacking the caster is the best way—"

However, although Joan of Arc did not attack at the same time because she was controlling the tortoise, Diarmuid did not think that the other party would not make a move by the time he rushed to her side.

Once the opponent's Noble Phantasm can function normally even without the opponent's control, coupled with the opponent's close combat strength which is no less than his own, then he is truly giving it away for free.

In fact, the one manipulating and supplying the magic was Mo Yi. The reason Joan of Arc was standing there was because Mo Yi told her that there were many people around, and that the turtle could explode. If you looked closely, even Joan of Arc, who had EX-level Magic Resistance, would be injured by the explosion. After all, this was a product of Rune Magic different from the Type-Moon system. Could she, Joan of Arc, really use a sword from the previous dynasty to cut down officials of the current dynasty?!

Although Joan of Arc wanted to rush in, she still listened to Mo Yi's words. After all, she was a not-so-bright village girl, and although Mo Yi was also bullying and teasing her, he was still her teammate, and a smart caster at that. In Joan of Arc's eyes, being able to read was already impressive, so a caster who even knew magic must be a super smart guy. She would just listen to him.

"Where exactly is the solution?"

As Diarmuid dodged, he grew increasingly exhausted, but he couldn't find a way to break the deadlock.

"Hahaha--"

Diarmuid, feeling he was nearing his limit, suddenly burst into laughter. Then, his spirits lifted, and he became resolute, staring at the turtle that was uttering the strange "Look here" sound again and then charging at him.

"If that's the case, there's only one answer—"

"Break!"

She thrust the red rose in her hand at the turtle 'Pidgey' in a desperate attempt to finish it off, hoping the red brush would work and destroy the turtle formed from the unknown Noble Phantasm.

"Bang—"

Then came a massive explosion!

"Bang--"

As the explosion flashed, Diarmuid flew out and crashed into a cargo box, embedding himself inside before coming to a stop. If he hadn't been still moving, the onlookers would have thought Diarmuid had been killed by the sudden explosion.

"Cough cough—"

"The explosion caused a physical impact, so it ignores my Magic Resistance? That's really unreasonable—"

With automatic tracking, high endurance, and speed comparable to the fastest moving spearman, and the slightest touch causing it to self-destruct, how could it not inspire despair?!

Moreover, when Diarmuid's red brush pierced his opponent, it didn't go through like a hot knife through tofu as one might expect. Instead, it couldn't penetrate at all. When the opponent tried to shift his weight and retreat, he would self-destruct!

Diarmuid felt like he'd been screwed over by Cú Chulainn. He'd only previously complained that it might explode at the slightest touch, but he never expected the other side to actually use this tactic.

Brush Brother stood up from the shipping container and said self-deprecatingly:

"Thankfully, it finally exploded, which means Caster's Noble Phantasm has been dealt with—"

I refuse to believe that the opponent's Noble Phantasm can be used infinitely like his passive Noble Phantasm!

Then, as the blast subsided, a tortoise emerged from the smoke and dust, facing Diarmuid.

"Look here!"

What is 1000 minus 7?!

Diarmuid wouldn't be in the mood, nor would he be foolish enough to answer the other person's question about their feelings. Brush Brother was once tricked by a Princess with a curse-type magic, so he was very cautious, just not strong enough. If answering the other person's question would immediately produce some powerful effect, such as directly embedding into the enemy's pupil, or the enemy's pupil exploding to kill the enemy, wouldn't that be a tragedy for him?

"But--"

Even when he was in dire straits, Diarmuid did not give up. Instead, he carefully observed the turtle and soon discovered a wound on its back that he had stabbed.

So, the opponent isn't indestructible, it's just that it's hard to know how many times to attack, and with each attack, one has to be careful to avoid a powerful explosion.

Thinking about this, Brush Brother couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He thought to himself that if he were a sword-class warrior with the ability to cut through magic cannons, he wouldn't be in such a passive position. Even if he discovered the turtle's weakness, he couldn't solve it directly.

"Now, there's no other way but to go!"

Faced with the turtle flying towards him again, Brush Brother quickly dodged, looking for a suitable opportunity to use Red Rose to further attack the turtle. Before it self-destructed, he could safely push it to a suitable distance, making a quick contact and then retreating. As long as he used enough times, he could destroy the turtle.

Seeing Diarmuid's ordeal, Mo Yi didn't mock him. Although Diarmuid was an unreliable and troublesome Servant, he was still admirable as a warrior. Mo Yi wouldn't ridicule a noble warrior while he was fighting, unless the other person was someone Mo Yi disliked, like a certain Golden Pikapika. As for someone like the "Brush Brother," he would only criticize or flatter him when Diarmuid was out of battle or about to be sent to meet his maker by Mo Yi, saying things like, "Little god of the mortal realm, you did your best."

Looking at the somewhat handsome Brush Brother, Mo Yi could only say, although you were a bit embarrassed when you poked the bomb with the brush, please don't forget that Danzo, the King of Konoha, once stabbed Susanoo with a kunai.

Those watching from the sidelines, seeing Lancer, one of the three knights, being chased and beaten by an indestructible self-destructing turtle, couldn't help but imagine how they would deal with Caster's seemingly comical yet troublesome Noble Phantasm.

Kiritsugu's Dad thought to himself, "Naturally, I should bypass the enemy Servants and kill the enemy Master first!"

"Finally gone—"

After confirming that the red-clad Servant of unknown class was no longer on the crane and had truly left, Kiritsugu's Dad felt his opportunity had arrived. Taking advantage of the moment when Lancer's Master was observing and continuously using magic to heal Lancer, he delivered a righteous headshot to the enemy!

After taking aim, Kiritsugu's Dad, and his heavy sniper rifle fired an armor-piercing round powerful enough to penetrate steel plates, aimed at Director K was still standing on a cargo box.

Meanwhile, Director K was treating Brush Brother furiously complaining about him, saying that he was so arrogant but got beaten up so badly that even he, as the Master, felt ashamed!

Director K was also thinking about how to break the deadlock, but like Brush Brother, he couldn't find a practical solution. He was torn between trying to survive or risk everything to save face.

"Um?"

Suddenly, something broke through Director K's barrier, and then his proudest Magic Crest, 'Moon Cell Liquid', was activated, transforming into a wall of mercury to block the armor-piercing bullets that were still firing with enormous kinetic energy even though they had traveled over a hundred meters.

"What?!"

Director K turned around and saw that the armor-piercing bullet had finally penetrated his Moon Cell Liquid and passed directly through his left shoulder. If it weren't for the heavy defenses and his turn, he would have been blown to the head on the spot, instead of having his left shoulder pierced through.

"Ahhh—"

My King's Power!

"Despicable bastard, using such a vile thing as a firearm!"

Having never suffered before, Director K roared in pain while rapidly healing his wounds with magic. After confirming that the opponent's attack could penetrate his multiple defenses, he no longer hesitated and directly used Command Spell to summon Diarmuid.

After all, face is important, but not as important as life. His great wisdom cannot just disappear from this world; that would be a loss for the whole world!