After breaking through the obstruction of the three red riders, the Black Berserker's subsequent journey was smooth, so smooth that it aroused suspicion.
There were no defensive spells, no servants blocking the way, and there was even only one road, as if the vampires walking on this road were guests attending a banquet.
But the vampire knew that he was not a guest at all, but an enemy, so the Red Team’s behavior seemed very problematic.
The lack of defensive spells could be explained as the player was concentrating on transferring the Greater Holy Grail and didn't have time to set them up, but it would be hard to explain why there were no servants to stop him.
The six surviving riders on the Red side, in addition to the three riders blocked by the Black Assassin, there are three more riders, namely Saber, Caster and Assassin. Let's not talk about Caster who is responsible for transferring the Holy Grail, where are Saber and Assassin? What are they doing? Are they lurking in the dark waiting to give themselves a fatal blow
It's a pity that I have no vital points now. Even if the sneak attack is successful, I can recover quickly. As long as I find an opportunity to kill one or two of them, I can force the Holy Grail to be activated, and my and Danic's wishes will be fulfilled.
Yes, the Holy Grail can be activated by force. This is one of the results of Darnik's sixty years of research, and it is also his hidden trump card. Originally, the Holy Grail required the death of six servants to function as a wish-granting machine, but after Darnik's improvement, this number was reduced to two. Of course, the scale of the wish also weakened with the loss of the servant's spirit.
Although there are considerable risks compared to a step-by-step start, at this point, we can't care so much in order to achieve our wish.
Danic's wish is to break the fate of the Thousand World Tree Clan's decline and continue to prosper for a long time.
Vlad III's wish was to clear his name and completely separate the image of the vampire Dracula from the heroic spirit Vlad III.
The former only affects the members of the Thousand Worlds Tree Family, while the latter only requires operating the spiritual base on the Throne of Heroes. Both are small-scale wishes.
Now that one servant has died, if another one dies, the activation conditions will be met. If there are two wishes, the maximum number will be doubled. This is why the vampire has to kill one or two more servants.
As for the missing one, that was reserved for himself. Since Dracula and Vlad III had already separated, there was no need for him, a filthy being, to continue to exist, so he used his soul as the final sacrifice.
I just feel a little sorry for Black Assassin who supported me until the end. If there is still time, I will apologize to him.
As the vampire was thinking this, a door appeared in front of him.
The magic power that continued to seep out from the door told him that the coveted Holy Grail was behind the door.
He opened the door without hesitation and found that it was exactly where he expected. In front of him, a wide staircase made of sun-dried bricks stretched straight down, and a huge building stood there in the form of a piercing through the top floor.
That is the universal wish-granting machine filled with destructive light - Fuyuki's Holy Grail.
"... ah."
A dreamy sound came out of his throat, and he finally arrived here. The next step was to get rid of the servant guarding this place.
"Come out, don't hide."
"I'm not hiding anything. I'm just giving the first guest who arrives here a chance to admire the Greater Holy Grail up close. It's a small reward."
With a decadent and condescending voice, a seductive beauty in a black evening gown appeared before the Greater Holy Grail.
There was no sense of presence, but he suddenly appeared, and his job description was obvious.
"Red Assassin." A hint of understanding flashed in the vampire's red eyes. "It seems that you are not only an assassin on our side, but you are also an outlier among assassins."
"No." The woman shook her head. "You are wrong. There is a fundamental difference between me and the Black Assassin. He is not good at it, and I don't need it."
"Oh~ With this tone and attitude, I guess you are also a king somewhere."
"Yes, my name is Semiramis, welcome to my garden, the lord of Romania, or rather the former lord."
Whether it was out of the magnanimity of being a king or because he was confident in his own strength, the Red Assassin revealed his real name.
"So she is the queen of Assyria. She is indeed a queen worthy of the Hanging Gardens as a burial place."
"Yes, as your burial place."
The two kings expressed their unwavering attitude through words, and the vampire turned his gaze in another direction.
"The rest of you, come out too. I will take care of you all at once."
"Please don't."
Accompanied by a voice that sounded exaggerated like a performance, a flamboyant man leaned out from the stairs nearby.
"I am just a writer and will not participate in the battle. I just want to come and pay my respects to Dracula, the classic figure at the source of vampire literature—"
Before he could finish his words, a rafter stake with a bloody smell hit the man. If someone hadn't pulled him back, he would have been pierced through the chest by the rafter stake.
"Ah, it's really dangerous, really dangerous. You are so impatient, you are worthy of being a tyrant."
"Caster, stop talking."
The person who grabbed him was a brown-skinned boy who complained with a wry smile.
"What you consider to be a classic literary figure is a stigma that Vlad III must clear. Your actions just now are an insult to him."
"Is that so? It is indeed my fault and I must apologize for it."
Red Caster Shakespeare placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.
The vampire who still retained the will of Vlad III snorted coldly and urged impatiently:
"Let's stop talking nonsense. I don't have time to waste. You two can come together, and you can also add Saber who is hiding somewhere."
"No, no, you made three mistakes, Grand Duke of Romania."
Shakespeare said, holding up his finger.
"First, I have already said that I will not participate in the battle."
"Second, Saber is not here."
"Third, your opponent is not me and Her Majesty the Empress, but our Master, Father Shirou."
"Master?"
Even though he could no longer suppress his murderous intent, the vampire was still puzzled by the choices made by Shakespeare and Semiramis.
The servants didn't fight, but let the masters fight. What was going on? Was it to commit suicide? Or was there some conspiracy? Or did the Red side think they had a sure win and had already started internal strife
Sensing the vampire's doubts, the boy named Shirou smiled and said:
"You'd better not underestimate me. I'm very strong. If I were you, I would turn around and run. If I were a little later, I would really be unable to escape."
As if irritated by Shirou's attitude, a hideous look appeared on the vampire's face.
Let him escape? He didn't even think of escaping when facing the Ottoman Turkish army, let alone facing a mere modern magician.
It was decided to use his blood to wash away this shame.
The vampire made no secret of his murderous intent and took a step forward to speed up.