I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

"You are the only one left, Black Berserker."

Karna, the Red Lancer, landed on the ground with graceful movements. Although he suffered various kinds of discrimination as the son of a coachman during his lifetime (everyone knows the caste system in India), his demeanor and character were nobler than most of the princes and nobles.

Of course, these people did not include Vlad III. Even in his anger, Vlad III still did not lose his grace in front of Karna.

"For being able to contain Saber in this way, I have to praise you and Caster for providing support. However, if you think you can defeat me like this, you are totally wrong - are you ready to wake up? Those sinners who have trampled on my homeland without permission, now is the time for execution. Let’s expose our corpses in the wilderness together with those dragon-tooth soldiers.”

The fingertips moved slightly.

In an instant, the rafter piles pierced the ground and thrust towards Karna.

Karna reflexively dodged into the air, knowing that he would be targeted as long as he stood on his feet. However, the iron stakes appeared at the same time as if they were about to pierce his fallen body.

The magic gun flashed, and the rafter piles shattered.

However, the next second, new rafter piles grew out of the gaps between the damaged rafter piles.

"There's no point in destroying it."

Karna came to this conclusion and grabbed the iron pile with one hand, but was attacked by more rafter piles, which were like a turbid current of iron piles.

Even so, Karna still dealt with the situation in front of him calmly. The armor he wears, "The Sun-Whispered Armor", is an absolute defensive treasure given by God with the brilliance of the sun. It can easily deflect the punctures from rafter piles.

However--

"Very nice armor."

The sound was closer than imagined. I don’t know when he took it out, but Vlad III, holding the spear in one hand, has already arrived beside Karna.

He rode his bronze-iron horse onto the iron stake, raised his spear and stabbed Karna in the neck, who was trapped by the iron stake and unable to move.

“But once it gets that close there’s no point.”

Unable to seek help, unable to move his body, and with the point of the gun pointed at his throat - despite this, Karna's expression looked extremely calm.

Just when Vlad III was about to thrust out the spear, Karna's body burst out with an extremely dazzling light as if it was about to split the night - the magic power was released - fire!

Unlike Arturia, Karna's magic power is emitted in the form of flames, and is a specialized magic power emission.

The iron stakes in his hands and the iron stakes binding his body were all instantly melted to the ground. His posture looked like the God of Fire descending to the earth. The flames that were about to burn the ground into scorched earth did not damage even half of his hair.

"As expected of the son of the Sun God, it seems that it is not that easy to solve."

Vlad III said in a cold voice while pushing aside the remains of the rafters on his body.

"Do you want to surrender?"

"Don't say such nonsense, Crimson Lancer. As long as you still have the desire to entrust it to the Holy Grail, I will not surrender. And your magic spear, your armor, your flames - the supply of magic power can How long will it last? Aren’t you the one who should surrender?”

Indeed, as Vlad III said, the heroic spirit Karna is undoubtedly the best. But the golden armor he always unfolds, the majestic spear he holds, and the "magic release" he just used - the amount of magic power he consumes is really extraordinary. An ordinary magician would soon be unable to move a finger, and even a top-notch magician would fall into a state of exhaustion where he would be completely unable to use his own magic.

"After all, I will not show mercy to you invaders!"

Vlad III raised his right hand high, and strong killing intent instantly surged from the ground around him.

Semiramis, the red assassin who caught a glimpse of this scene in the aerial garden, frowned her slender eyebrows. Even though many of them were burned by Karna, the number of rafter piles was still too many to be used up. In the far-sighted image, there are rafter piles everywhere, dense and endless, covering the entire ground.

The Assyrian empress finally realized the characteristics of this precious phantom and its terrifying aspect - its quantity, overwhelming quantity.

Among the Noble Phantasms against armies or against cities, there are indeed Noble Phantasms that can annihilate hundreds or even thousands of people at once, but when it comes to Noble Phantasms measured in units of tens of thousands, there are really very few of them.

This is because his Noble Phantasm is not a holy sword or a holy spear, but a recreation of an "actual event" that occurred in history - the legend of 20,000 Ottoman Turkish soldiers being impaled on an iron stake.

Indeed, each of the iron stakes may be an insignificant thing that cannot be considered a Noble Phantasm.

But facing the overwhelming number of 20,000, even the courageous Heroic Spirits will feel an invisible sense of pressure. Although it was full of madness, it was the strongest and most impactful military demonstration. That is simply something that a human being cannot do.

Therefore, this treasure county is called "Kaziklu Bey", and it is the most terrifying treasure named after its owner. It may not be of a high level, but Vlad III's Noble Phantasm is as exceptional as the garden she manifests.

"no way."

The empress, who exuded a decadent aura, restrained her laziness as if watching a play. With a clear snap of her fingers, four huge spells appeared at the tip of the garden. The magic power contained in a single spell may not be as good as the magic cannon released previously, but taken together, it is definitely more terrifying than the magic cannon.

"We can't lose Lancer now, so let me provide support."

"No, it's not the time yet."

Shirou's voice interrupted the magic that was about to appear, and he explained in the confused eyes of Semiramis and Shakespeare.

"An attack of this magnitude is not enough to threaten Karna."

"But--"

"Don't forget, Black still has chess pieces. If I were Black's master, I would not miss this perfect opportunity to unleash the mad dogs."

"Rabid dog..."

Semiramis stretched out his other hand and pointed at the aerial view of the entire battlefield. Soon, a masked magician and a man who could be called a muscle appeared in the image. The former Untying the shackles of the latter - the black caster Avisbron and the berserker Spartacus who was originally affiliated with the red side.

"Spartacus, I am your master, do you understand?"

Spartacus, who had already been stimulated by the distant shouts of death, gasped for breath and responded with the little bit of reason he had:

"Ah, I know. It seems that I can't exist without your power. It's really an unforgivable affiliation."

"...So, do you want to kill me?"

"But I can't kill you. Because I must stay in this world as long as possible to complete my mission. Because I must reach the Suppressor and hold on to the glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must put the quest Kill all the greedy powerful people gathered by the Holy Grail."

"——I see. But for this, you must first eliminate our opponents. Go ahead, Berserker. Your opponents are invaders and lackeys of those in power. That should be a very good motive."

Spartacus's seal was gradually lifted. As if he couldn't wait, he struggled desperately and finally took that step.

At the moment of gaining freedom, he looked at Avisbronn with a smile as stable as the calm sea. However, Avisbron did not respond to him. Because he was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell whether he was timid or not.

"……Well."

Spartacus seemed to have lost interest in Avisbronn and turned his face to the battlefield. He took a deep breath as if he was happy, and walked towards the battlefield holding a sword that was too big to be called a dagger. The wild gesture, the roar of the ground and the unabashed laughter soon became the loudest sounds on the battlefield.

Watching his back, Avisbron sighed helplessly. If he accidentally adopted a condescending attitude, he would probably immediately withdraw his preamble and kill himself.

"Because I'm too fragile... As for that guy, it only takes one hit."

Despite his blue-white deathly skin, the man was covered in muscles. That is the evil spirit that brings chaos to the battlefield, and will render everything invisible.

"Well, next - next is the furnace heart of my Noble Phantasm."

"--teacher!"

A voice came from a distance. Looking back, he saw his master Luo Xie innocently waving to him on the city wall. Although he could see the other person, the distance was too far to communicate with him, so he used Nianyu to communicate with himself.

"It's very dangerous."

"Yes! Well, when you come back...can you take a look at the puppet I made!? I think I should do a good job this time!"

Oh - Avisbron nodded in admiration. His passion for golems is really quite strong. As soon as you give him advice, he will immediately correct it and then move towards a higher goal. If he had been alive, he might have kept him by his side as his apprentice - he was indeed a rare talent.

More importantly, he was also very satisfied with the fact that there were still family members in the modern age who inherited the secret techniques pioneered by himself and his ancestors.

"I'll take a look when I have time."

"Yes, it is!"

Although Luo Xie seemed to have not said enough, he lowered his head as if he was a little shy.

"That being said, I'm not comfortable with kids."

Avisbron was frail and sickly during his lifetime, and lived in an environment with almost no communication with people for many years. In terms of housework, he even specially created a slave golem to complete it.

Because of this, he is almost insulated from children, and admiring himself in this way will only make him confused.

What an irony. He worked hard to create the original human being (Adam) with the goal of reproducing the miracle of God, but he actually hated human beings.

"——There is really no way."

PS: Speaking of which, the traitor can’t figure it out. A book that is so pure, has never even hit a single blow, and is completely inconsistent with the style of Xingyue Butter, can actually have chapters blocked? Of course, Zhai Shao is not the only one who is unlucky. There are also many authors, some of whom have protagonists who are still single to this day, and those who have subjects such as Pokemon that cannot be messed with, and they all suffer. Well, the editor has issued a fatal order, asking us to revise and lift the ban as soon as possible. The old bookworms should have noticed it. Many authors have stopped updating to self-examine and revise the previous chapters. It is inevitable for the treacherous young people to do this. This weekend may be I will dedicate a day to this, and I will probably stop updating, so I’ll let everyone know first.