This Heroic Spirit who had attracted everyone, why was she not holding a weapon? Perhaps this Heroic Spirit had no weapon to begin with? Then why not return to the mecha?
Whatever. This was perhaps an appetizer served right to her. A Heroic Spirit who didn't object. If she didn't just stab her with a dagger right now, dig out her spiritual core and eat it, then she would truly be letting down her Assassin class.
And so, Jack made several leaps, moving quickly across the treetops. The dagger in her hand was slowly unsheathed. At the same time, a thin mist began to permeate the air. The mist enveloped the entire area. Night, mist, a woman—the three conditions for her Noble Phantasm were all met. But it was a pity; she did not want to instantly kill the female Heroic Spirit before her right now. After all, what she wanted was the spiritual core. If she directly killed this Heroic Spirit and made her exit, she would not get any benefit while consuming her own magical energy.
Jack arrived at Estée Lauder's side. The dagger in her hand instantly stabbed towards Estée Lauder's shoulder. If this attack were to succeed, it would directly cripple Estée Lauder's hands. For most Heroic Spirits, having their hands crippled was equivalent to making their exit. After all, not every Heroic Spirit could use their own feet and mouth to counterattack.
It was just that Jack had overlooked one point. And that was that Estée Lauder was not an ordinary Heroic Spirit, and her mecha was definitely not an ordinary mecha. Compared to the powerful weapons forged by Aslan and the Supreme Masterpiece which had only one soul, this young lady, long before she had learned Aslan's forging skills, had already known how to use elemental spirits as the core of her mecha to grant them intelligence. Although most of the elemental spirits were like children, among the many elemental spirits, there were always some geniuses who could reach the intelligence level of a human teenager. This elemental mecha was itself created to fight against the gods. The elemental spirit that served as its intelligence core was naturally the best of the best. When its pilot lost consciousness, it could still make the correct judgment.
In other words, these elemental mecha all had their own consciousness.
And for Jack to so brazenly, in front of the elemental mecha, behind Estée Lauder, prepare a sneak attack... was simply not putting the elemental mecha in her eyes. And so, the elemental mecha did not hesitate at all. It lifted its own foot and directly kicked Jack. Jack, who was just about to attack, was caught off guard and was directly sent flying by this one kick.
At the same time, the gust of wind from this kick also blew Estée Lauder's golden hair to the side, making her discover the abnormal state behind her. The elemental mecha would not attack for no reason. Someone must have secretly come near her. That loud bang from falling into the forest just now should be the sneak attacker.
Estée Lauder immediately unhooked the small forging hammer from her waist, then directly enlarged it, and vigilantly looked at the figure in the forest that had just been kicked away.
The white-haired assassin, her body swaying and indistinct in the mist, at the same time, complained that it hurt. Estée Lauder, at this moment, also distinguished that the existence before her that had almost attacked her should be an Assassin. And so, she frowned slightly. "An Assassin, is it? Please wait a moment. I have something to say to you. This Holy Grail War has a hidden mastermind..."
Before Estée Lauder could finish her words, a chess piece was thrown by this assassin hidden in the mist, interrupting her words. At the same time, a series of laughter filled with resentment entered her ears.
"So what? The mastermind has nothing to do with us. We just want to live and be by Mother's side. So we're going to kill you and take your spiritual core."
The next moment, the white-haired assassin once again dissipated into the mist. Estée Lauder did not take any chances and directly chose to enter her own elemental mecha. Before she had exposed that old guy's conspiracy, she needed to ensure her own safety.
A cold glint flashed past from the side. It was just that it only left a small mark on the exterior of the elemental mecha. It seemed that it had only scraped off the paint. After this, she would just need to repaint it. And an annoyed sound faintly came from the mist. Clearly, regarding the current situation, the assassin Jack was very unhappy. After all, she had said she would take the other party's core, which was like their life. But now, she couldn't even break through the other party's defense. This sense of powerlessness, just thinking about it, made her feel aggrieved.
"Do you really not care who the final winner of this Holy Grail War is?"
Estée Lauder still wanted to make a final attempt to remedy the situation. However, Jack really wasn't listening to anything. She just blindly tried to launch an attack. The dagger continuously tried to attack the weak points of the entire mecha.
Although Estée Lauder didn't want to cause any chaos, nor did she want any Heroic Spirit to make their exit, with Jack's repeated attacks, even a clay Bodhisattva would have a bit of a temper. Clearly, for this kind of unreasonable bratty kid, the only method Estée Lauder could think of was to give her a good beating.
And so, when Jack launched another attack, the elemental mecha finally opened its arm and slapped down hard. The palm, following Jack's cheek, slammed hard onto the ground. If it weren't for the fact that Jack was an Assassin, and her body's agility and flexibility were sufficient, that last slap might have directly slapped her head off.
Jack looked at the small pit on the ground, a strange smile on her face. If the opponent had only defended, she would have felt a little unhappy. When the opponent fought, she, on the contrary, would feel a little pleased. Perhaps it was because a prey that did not resist at all would make her think of herself as a member of a disadvantaged group. Or perhaps it was the resentment in her heart that was constantly acting up.
But whatever it was, now she really wanted to see blood.
Don't be fooled by how Jack was like a child. She was a genuine Anti-Hero, a collective entity of the vengeful spirits of many children.
Jack looked at Estée Lauder inside the mecha, thought for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, still decided to directly release her own Noble Phantasm. Maria the Ripper was not a Noble Phantasm that had to be used on an important place. Rather than a physical attack, it was more of a curse. It was just that Jack didn't know if this curse could be used through the mecha. But in any case, she had to give it a try!
"We will remove your malignancy, just dig it out! The City of Mist, our hell begins from here. There is no end and no beginning, only the repetition of a meaningless dismemberment. [Maria the Ripper]!"