I'm Not Targeting Anyone

"Pfft!"

Mo Shuying landed heavily, still clutching the neck of the last wyvern. He reached up, grabbed its head, and with a violent tug, ripped it clean off.

These wyverns were summoned monsters. After dying, they quickly dissolved into specks of light. Some left behind materials, but there were no skill drops or equipment.

"Mash, help me collect all the materials the wyverns dropped."

Mo Shuying naturally ordered Mash, who paused for a moment before nodding and going to collect the materials.

Meanwhile, Mo Shuying, with the wyvern's head still in his hand, turned to look at the young Director and said in a cold tone,

"I think I just heard someone trying to condemn me. Was that my imagination?"

Mo Shuying dug his fingers hard into the wyvern's head, and an eyeball popped out from the pressure, scaring the Director's face pale!

"I didn't! It wasn't me! I don't know!"

The young girl's face turned ashen, and large tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

"Mr. Mo, that's enough."

Qin Liangyu stepped in front of the Director, frowning slightly as she spoke.

"Hmph, I'll say it again: I'm not under Chaldea's jurisdiction. If you still want my help, show me some respect. Understood?"

Mo Shuying showed no politeness towards the Director. Although the current Director looked like a little girl, she was an adult and should be sensible. Otherwise—

"I-I understand…"

The young Director nodded tremblingly. At this moment, though wronged, she understood that not everyone would accommodate her. Having died once, she ought to have grown.

"Hmph."

Mo Shuying snorted, and the wyvern's head in his hand vanished, leaving only a single fang.

Dragon's Fang, monster material, effect unknown.

Mash, too, had picked up several materials: Dragon's Fang, Dragon's Wing, Dragon's Heart.

Mo Shuying collected the materials with a flick of his hand, then looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and smiled.

"I've got the items. I'll try to craft something with them when I get back. If I make anything interesting, I can give you some."

Mo Shuying held Hohenheim's Class Card. His Item Creation skill was EX-ranked, capable of even producing the Philosopher's Stone, a resurrection item. Other things were naturally no challenge.

However, the enemy didn't seem inclined to give Mo Shuying that opportunity.

"No good! Five powerful presences are approaching! They're Servants! They're fast! There's no time to avoid them!"

Da Vinci shouted. Mo Shuying turned to look, and five figures rapidly approached from not too far away.

They could sense that these were Heroic Spirits, enemy Servants that had been summoned. Da Vinci added that these Heroic Spirits had all been given Mad Enhancement, which boosted their combat power but significantly weakened their willpower. Jeanne d'Arc Alter did this to acquire tools specifically for slaughter.

"If there's no time to avoid them, then we'll face them."

Mo Shuying showed no fear of battle. Although the enemy had many Servants, they were not invincible.

Everyone stood ready, and soon the five enemy Servants arrived at the battlefield.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! What's with this terrible feeling? Seeing that face, I'm truly going crazy!"

The dark Jeanne d'Arc walked ahead of the other four. She saw Jeanne d'Arc, who looked exactly like her, among Mo Shuying's group, and her expression immediately turned as if she had swallowed a fly.

"You! Who exactly are you?!"

Jeanne d'Arc stepped forward to question. Although she had long known that another "Jeanne d'Arc" existed, when it actually came to meeting, her mood was no more pleasant than Jeanne d'Arc Alter's.

"Who am I? While I'd love to ask you the same question, given the situation, you ants, out of pity for your pathetic selves, I'll tell you."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter only noticed Mash, Jeanne d'Arc, and Qin Liangyu among the Servants, completely ignoring the Director, Gudako, and Mo Shuying beside them.

They were five Servants. Five against three – wasn't that an overwhelming victory?

And so,

"I am Saint Jeanne d'Arc, resurrected after death! Betrayed by France, I crawled out of hell for revenge. I will destroy all of France! The kingdom! The church! The people! Not a single one left! My other self, don't you hate them? You should understand my sorrow!"

Everyone present could sense Jeanne d'Arc Alter's resentment. Jeanne d'Arc placed her hand on her chest and spoke with a firm voice,

"I bear no resentment, not an ounce. I know that my death brought peace to France, and that brings me comfort!"

"Shut up! Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!! You sicken me to death!! Ugh! How can such a saintly person exist! And with my face! Hmph, Mad Enhancement Assassin, Mad Enhancement Lancer, kill them! Their blood is yours to drink freely!"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter interrupted Jeanne d'Arc and ordered her two Servants to attack.

Perhaps it was overconfidence, but facing the enemy's three-Servant lineup, Jeanne d'Arc Alter only sent out two Servants, which seemed a bit arrogant.

The two Servants who stepped out from the enemy ranks emanated a bloody aura, giving off an inhuman feeling.

Mo Shuying was naturally very familiar with these two.

"Oh, a peculiar vampire duo, Vlad the Impaler and the Bloody Countess. They really are a good match."

Having their true names exposed, the enemy group all turned to look at Mo Shuying.

Jeanne d'Arc also glanced at Mo Shuying. Summoned under special circumstances, she had lost most of her Ruler abilities and couldn't discern the opponent's true names. She was troubled by this, and then—

"A human? No, Rider Astolfo? Not quite, a special existence. Are you a Servant or a human?"

Jeanne d'Arc Alter looked at Mo Shuying, and to her surprise, she saw the phantom of another Heroic Spirit hovering around him. It was the first time she had ever witnessed such a phenomenon.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm human or a Servant. Even if I told you, it wouldn't change the current situation. Since we're going to fight, then let's go, vampire. It's my first time encountering one, so I wonder what it feels like to fight you."

Mo Shuying clasped his fists together and stepped forward, clearly intending to take on both of them by himself.

"Are you looking down on me? You know our origins, yet you dare to approach alone."

Vlad the Impaler said displeased. He was already imbued with Mad Enhancement, making his temper incredibly volatile.

"No difference. Women are just an accessory to me. One punch, that's all it takes. What do you say? One-on-one or both of you at once? It's not that I look down on you two; it's that all who stand against me are trash!"

Mo Shuying's words were an open taunt, and while Vlad the Impaler and the Bloody Countess Carmilla's anger surged, overwhelming their reason, the other three remained largely unaffected.

Influenced by their rage, Vlad the Impaler and Carmilla moved simultaneously. Since Vlad the Impaler wasn't in his territory, he couldn't use his Noble Phantasm, Kazikli Bey. So, he directly activated his second Noble Phantasm, Bloodline Inheritance!

He instantly transformed into a vampire! Blood overflowed from his body, yet he controlled it, forming sanguine wings as he rapidly charged towards Mo Shuying!

Mo Shuying held his fists in front of him, watching Vlad the Impaler. With each inhale and exhale, a sphere of Internal Energy had already materialized around him!

"Steel Fist!"

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