"You are the only one left, Black Berserker."
The Red Lancer Karna landed on the ground with an elegant movement. Although he had been discriminated against in various ways as the son of a rickshaw driver (the Indian caste system is well known), his bearing and character were more noble than most of the princes and nobles.
Of course, Vlad III was not among these people. Even in anger, Vlad III did not lose his composure in front of Karna.
"I have to commend you and Caster for your support in restraining Saber in this way. However, if you think you can defeat me in this way, you are wrong - are you ready? The criminals who trampled on my homeland without permission, now is the time to execute. Just leave your bodies in the wilderness with those Dragon Fang soldiers."
The fingertips moved slightly.
In an instant, the rafters pierced out of the ground and stabbed towards Karna.
Karna dodged in midair reflexively, knowing that he would be targeted as long as he stood on the ground. However, the iron stakes appeared at the same time as if they were going to pierce his falling body.
With a flash of the magic spear, the rafters shattered.
However, the next second, new rafters grew out between the gaps of the damaged rafters.
"Is destruction meaningless?"
Having come to this conclusion, Karna grabbed the iron stake with one hand, but was attacked by more rafters, which was like a turbid stream of iron stakes.
Even so, Karna still calmly dealt with the situation in front of him. The armor he wore, "The Sun-Transforming Armor", was an absolute defensive weapon given by God that possessed the radiance of the sun, and could easily deflect the piercing rafters.
However-
"Very nice armor."
The sound was closer than expected. I didn't know when he took it out, but Vlad III, holding the spear in one hand, had already arrived beside Karna.
He rode his bronze and iron horse onto the iron stake, raised his spear and stabbed at Karna's neck, who was trapped by the iron stake and unable to move.
"But once you get that close, it's pointless."
Unable to seek help, unable to move his body, and with a gun pointed at his throat - despite this, Karna's expression appeared extremely calm.
At the moment when Vlad III was about to thrust his spear, Karna's body burst into an incomparably dazzling light as if to tear through the darkness - Magic Release: Fire!
Unlike Altria, Karna's magic power is released in the form of fire, which is a specialized magic power release.
The iron stakes in his hands and the iron stakes that bound his body were all melted and fell to the ground in an instant. His posture looked like a god of fire descending to the earth. The flames that were about to burn the ground into scorched earth did not hurt a single hair of his.
"As expected of the son of the Sun God, it seems that he is not so easy to deal with."
Vlad III said in a cold voice as he pushed away the remains of the rafters on his body.
"Do you want to surrender?"
"Don't say such unpleasant things, Red Lancer. As long as I still have the wish to entrust the Holy Grail, I will not surrender. And how long can your magic gun, your armor, your flame - how long can the magic power supply last? Aren't you the one who should surrender?"
As Vlad III said, the Heroic Spirit Karna is undoubtedly the best. However, the golden armor he always displays, the magnificent spear he holds, and the "magic release" he just used - the amount of magic consumed is really extraordinary. If it were an ordinary magician, he would probably be unable to move even a finger immediately. Even a first-class magician would fall into a state of exhaustion and be completely unable to perform his own magic.
"After all, I will show no mercy to you invaders!"
Vlad III raised his right hand, and the ground around him instantly surged with strong murderous intent.
The Red Assassin Semiramis, who was watching this scene from the Hanging Garden, frowned. Even though so many of them were burned by Karna, there were still too many rafters to use up. In the distant vision, the rafters were everywhere, densely packed, endless, covering the entire ground.
The Assyrian queen finally realized the characteristics of this treasure and its terrifying nature—the overwhelming number.
Among anti-military or anti-city treasures, there are indeed some that can annihilate hundreds or thousands of people at once, but when it comes to treasures worth tens of thousands, they are really rare.
This is because his Noble Phantasm is not a holy sword or holy spear, but a recreation of an actual event that occurred in history—the legend of 20,000 Ottoman Turkish soldiers being impaled on iron stakes.
Indeed, each of these iron stakes might be an insignificant thing that cannot be considered a treasure.
But facing the overwhelming number of 20,000, even the steel-hearted heroes would feel the invisible pressure. Although it was filled with a crazy atmosphere, it was the strongest and most impactful military demonstration. It was something that humans could never do.
Therefore, this treasure county is called "Kaziklu Bey", which is the most terrifying treasure named after its owner. It may not be of high rank, but Vlad III's treasure is as exceptional as the garden she manifested.
"no way."
The empress, who exuded a decadent atmosphere, restrained her laziness of watching a play, and with a crisp snap of her fingers, four huge spells appeared at the tip of the garden. The magic power contained in a single spell might not be as good as the magic cannon released earlier, but when combined, it was definitely more terrifying than the magic cannon.
"We can't lose Lancer yet, so I'll provide support."
"No, it's not time yet."
Shirou's voice interrupted the magic that was about to begin, and facing the puzzled looks of Semiramis and Shakespeare, he explained.
"An attack of this magnitude is not enough to threaten Karna."
"But-"
"Don't forget, Black still has pawns. If I were the Master of Black, I wouldn't miss this perfect opportunity to unleash the rabid dogs."
"Rabid Dog..."
Semiramis stretched out his other hand and pointed at the bird's-eye view of the entire battlefield. Soon, a masked magician and a muscular man appeared in the image. The former was untying the restraints on the latter - the black caster Avisbronn and the berserker Spartacus who originally belonged to the red team.
"Spartacus, your Master is me, understand?"
Spartacus, whose blood was already boiling from the shouting and killing in the distance, panted heavily and responded with the little bit of rationality he had:
"Ah, I know. It seems that I cannot exist without your power. It is truly an unforgivable affiliation."
"... So, you're going to kill me?"
"But I cannot kill you. Because I must stay in the world as long as possible to complete my mission. Because I must reach the Suppressor and firmly grasp the glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must kill all the greedy power seekers who have gathered here to seek the Holy Grail."
"—I see. But, to do that, you must first eliminate our enemy. Go, Berserker. Your enemy is an invader, a lackey of the powerful. That should be a sufficient reason as a motive."
Spartacus' seal was gradually lifted. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he struggled desperately and finally took that step.
The moment he was freed, he looked at Avisbron with a peaceful smile like the calm sea. However, Avisbron did not respond to him at all. Because he was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell whether he was afraid or not.
"... Hmm."
Spartacus seemed to have lost interest in Avisbronn and turned his face to the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if he was very happy, and walked towards the battlefield holding a sword that was too big to be called a dagger. His wild posture, the roar of his stomping on the ground, and his undisguised laughter soon became the loudest sound on the battlefield.
Watching him walk away, Avisbron sighed helplessly. If he accidentally showed his superiority, he would probably immediately retract his words and kill himself.
"Because I'm too fragile... That guy only needs one hit."
Despite his bluish-white skin, the man was full of muscle. He was the evil spirit that brought chaos to the battlefield and would turn everything into nothingness.
"Well, next, then, is the core of my Noble Phantasm."
"-teacher!"
A voice came from a distance. I turned around and saw my master, Roche, waving at me innocently on the wall. Although I could see him, the distance was too far to talk, so he used telepathy to communicate with me.
"This is dangerous."
"Yes! Um, when you come back... can you take a look at the puppet I made? I think I did a good job this time!"
Oh—Avisbron nodded in admiration. His passion for puppets is really strong. As long as he is given suggestions, he will correct them immediately and then move towards a higher goal. If he were alive, he might keep him by his side as an apprentice—he is indeed a rare talent.
More importantly, he felt very satisfied that there were still families in modern times that inherited the secret arts created by himself and his ancestors.
"I'll go see it when I have time."
"Yes...Yes!"
Although it seemed like Roche hadn't said enough, she lowered her head as if she was a little shy.
"That being said, I have a hard time with kids."
Avisbronn was originally weak and sickly during his lifetime, and he lived in an environment where he had almost no communication with people for many years. He even specially created slave puppets to complete the housework.
Because of this, he was almost isolated from children, and situations like this where people admired him would only confuse him.
What an irony. He who tried to create the first man (Adam) with the goal of recreating God's miracle actually hated humans.
"—there's really nothing I can do."
PS: I can't understand why a book that is so pure, that has never had a kiss, and that is totally inconsistent with the style of Type-Moon's pornographic novels, would have its chapters blocked? Of course, it's not just me who is unlucky. There are many other authors, some of whom are still single, and some of whom have such unpopular themes as Pokémon. All of them have suffered. Well, the editor has issued a death order, asking us to revise and lift the ban as soon as possible. Old bookworms should have noticed it. Many authors have stopped updating and self-examination, and revised the previous chapters. I am no exception. I may have to take a day this weekend to do this. I guess I will stop updating, so I'll let you know in advance.