Chapter 651

"Goodness, Si Ke Te has also made it big, to the point that even a big star like Zhigengniao knows your name." Xing spread his hands with a sarcastic tone, "... Well, I told her that—I occasionally chat with friends about interesting people and things on the road!"

"The brief silence hanging between them was enough to convey all the helplessness and anger of this old acquaintance."

"「Look, you're getting impatient again. 」 Xing continued to jab."

"Suddenly, the old television set sprang to life, slowly turning and shaking as it emitted noise, but unfortunately, they could not hear the static's rustling in the silent film."

"Bo Te Ou's face appeared on the TV."

"「You're on TV, bro! 」"

"Subtitles for Bo Te Ou's speech popped up below the TV: 「What time is it now, you still care about this? Watch out for his Servant—that kid has turned this place into——」"

"The assassin's voice rang coldly in the high air, cutting off Bo Te Ou's speech: 「Those without dubbing shouldn't say so many lines, wasting the audience's time. 」"

"「Performance, ACTION! 」"

"……"

"Xing opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room."

"Besides the rustling of snowflakes on the old TV screen beside his ear, there was no other sound."

"She slowly rose to find Shajin standing beside her, while Bo Te Ou and Zhigengniao had completely vanished."

"「How did you get here? 」"

"Shajin said calmly, 「Si Ke Te sent a fraudulent text in your name to Mr. Bo Te Ou. And then there was nothing after that. 」"

"Xing thought that he had come the same way, and couldn't help wondering: 「He wouldn't have a secret crush on me, would he? 」"

"「Compared to that nobody, I'm more concerned about one thing—where did that guy send our Servant? Splitting up in a horror movie is a big taboo; first, let's figure out the situation. 」"

"——"

"OVERLORD."

"(Is it a horror movie?)"

"(But one of these guys has a star core inside him, the other can use part of the authority of the command spell; combined they seem even scarier than a horror movie… I'm afraid that Assassin doesn't know about these things.)"

"However, by proactively using a magic similar to 【Teleportation】 within his own barrier, he split the opponents apart, which is a commendable tactic."

"Ainz, in his own room, carefully observed the battle unfolding in the sky—no, rather than saying it was a battle, he actually saw no trace of any casting motion or detail; as a spellcaster, judging by his experience, only when facing a stronger opponent would he consider dividing the battlefield and defeating them one by one."

"In other words, this Assassin's strength should be inferior to any of the Saber or Lancer Servants—his melee combat ability might be comparable to that of the powerless Caster."

"「Ya Er Bei De, if you were the Assassin, how would you choose to fight? 」 An Zi turned his head to look at the beautiful demon behind him."

"「Hmm… I would probably focus my main energy on Zhigengniao or the Caster, 」"

"Ya Er Bei De thought for a moment and said, 「Taking the whole Holy Grail War into account, only this pair is the weakest; as long as Zhigengniao withdraws, the Caster will also disappear. Besides that, whether it's Xing, Bo Te Ou, or Shajin, their combat power far exceeds ours—we would likely need to join forces with other Masters to defeat them. 」"

"「Hmm… not a bad judgment. But although we've divided these Masters and Servants, how do we defeat them? Even as Masters, the partnership of Xing and Shajin is strong; if we don't employ some trump card, this Assassin probably can't handle them either. 」"

"——"

"「A monster resembling a Beiluoboge chainsaw robot knelt on one knee on the floor, standing out conspicuously in the room. 」"

Suddenly, a line of text appeared on the floor, displaying that it was the "director's cut audio track," which calmly narrated how everyone had come here and their identities—just as they were about to unfold the horror plot, a string of subtitles drifted in from outside the two people's room door, cutting off the track's speech.

"We're already in the fifth room, hey! Can you hear me? —tsk, what a bunch of clueless idiots."

Saber: "I never thought even you, Archer, would ever be fooled by someone."

"As a disclaimer, I oppose this. I can't stand two idiots coming to investigate." Archer's subtitle came through the gap under the door: "Now there are three idiots. The Masters in this otherworldly Holy Grail War lack such vigilance… it's enough to furrow one's brow."

The director's cut audio track tried to interject, continuing to narrate the horror plot to the two: "Isn't it a bit late to say this now? Listen up, this place—"

However, no one paid it any attention; Xing and Shajin stood before the door, not even glancing behind them, merely thinking of meeting the two Servants opposite the door.

Saber: "This Holy Grail War is indeed full of oddities. It's my negligence—I failed to fulfill my duty as a Servant, letting the Master wander into the enemy's trap."

Xing scratched his head: "I'm so sleepy I could just lay my head down."

Saber's face lit up with joy: "Master? I saw your subtitle—I'll think of a way to rescue you right away!"

Acher grabbed her, sternly saying: "Not necessarily—if I were the enemy, I'd disguise myself as the Master, hide behind the door, and ambush us."

——

One-Punch Man.

"This Assassin really has no face…"

The fragrant hot steam swirled lazily above the hot spring pool, not only dispelling the deep winter chill but also adding a touch of haze to the Holy Grail War in the sky.

Child Emperor soaked in the hot spring, only his head sticking out; he had originally expected Assassin to reveal some completely different fighting style, but the fact somewhat exceeded his expectations—Shajin and Xing seemed not to have placed his Noble Phantasm in their eyes at all.

But upon further thought, it's only natural—whether it's the Taiyi Dream of Xingqiri or the former Phantasmal Battle, which of them isn't more oppressive than the Noble Phantasm before our eyes? After all we've been through, Assassin's little trick really isn't much to look at.

Old Man Bangu leaned against the smooth edge of the stone pool, the warm spring water not reaching his still sturdy chest. Seeing this, he also gave a hehe laugh: "Hehe, in the face of true strength, flapping one's lips is utterly meaningless. However, compared to this Assassin who likes to hide himself and his noisy master, I'm more concerned about that sword-wielding girl."