"You're the only one left, Black Berserker. ”

Red lancer Karna landed on the ground with graceful movements. Although he was discriminated against as the son of a chariot driver during his lifetime (the caste system of India, everyone knows), his bearing and character were nobler than most princes and nobles.

Of course, Vlad III was not among them, and even in his anger, Vlad III did not lose his grace in front of Karne.

"To be able to contain Saber in this way, I don't have to praise you and the caster who provided support. But if you think you'll be able to defeat me in this way, you're very wrong—are you ready to come to your senses? Let's expose the corpses of the wilderness with those dragon tooth soldiers. ”

Fingertips moved slightly.

In an instant, the rafters stabbed out of the ground and stabbed towards Karna.

Karna reflexively dodged into the air, knowing that he would be targeted as long as he was on his feet. However, the iron stake appeared at the same time as if it were about to pierce his falling body.

The spear flashed, and the rafters shattered.

However, in the next second, new rafters grew between the cracks of the damaged rafters.

"Isn't there any point in destroying? ”

Karna, who came to this conclusion, grabbed the iron stake with one hand, but was attacked by more rafters, which were almost like the turbidity of the iron stake.

Even so, Karna was unhurried to deal with the situation in front of him. The armor draped over him is an absolute defensive weapon given by the gods with the sun's radiance, which can easily bounce off the piercing of the rafters.

And yet—

"Very nice armor. ”

The sound is closer than expected. I don't know when it was taken out, but Vlad III, who was holding a spear in one hand, had already arrived at Karna's side.

He rode on a brass horse and climbed the stake and stabbed his spear in the neck of Karna, who was trapped by the stake and unable to move.

"But once you get to that point, there's no point. ”

Unable to call for help, unable to move, and at the same time being pointed at the throat with the tip of a gun pointed at him—even so, Karna's expression was extremely calm.

Just as Vlad III was about to stab the spear, Karna's body bloomed with an incomparably dazzling light as if it was about to cut through the night—magic released fire!

Unlike Artoria, Karna's mana is emitted in the form of flames, which is a specialized mana release.

The iron stakes held in his hands, as well as the iron stakes that bound his body, were all instantly burned to the ground. His posture looked like that of a god of fire descending on the earth. The flames that threatened to scorch the ground to scorched earth did not hurt half of his hair at all.

"As the son of the sun god, it doesn't seem to be so easy to solve. ”

Vlad III said in a cold voice as he brushed aside the remains of the rafters on his body.

"Do you want to surrender?"

"Don't say things like that you can't even joke, Red Lancer. As long as there is a desire to entrust the Holy Grail, Yu will not surrender. And how long will your spear, your armor, your flames—how long will the mana supply last? Isn't it you who should surrender?"

Indeed, as Vlad III said, the Heroic Karna is undoubtedly the top. But the golden armor he often unfolded, the powerful spear he held, and the "magic release" he used just now - the magic power it consumed was really extraordinarily large. If you were an ordinary magician, you would immediately become unable to move a finger, and even a first-class magician would fall into a state of exhaustion that would not be able to perform her own magic at all.

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

Vlad III raised his right hand alof, and the ground around him instantly surged with a strong killing intent.

The Red Assassin, who had seen this scene in the aerial garden, furrowed his slender eyebrows. Even though Karna burned so much, the number of rafters was still too large to be used. In the image used for farsightedness, there are clusters of rafters everywhere, dense and endless, covering the entire ground.

The Empress of Assyria finally realized the characteristics of this treasure and how terrible it was—the number, the overwhelming number.

In the treasure of the army or the city, there are indeed treasures that can annihilate hundreds of people at once, but when it comes to the treasures in tens of thousands, there are really very few.

This is because his Noble Phantasm is not a holy sword or a spear, but a recreation of the "actual event" that took place in history, the legend of 20,000 Ottoman Turkish soldiers pierced on iron stakes.

Indeed, each of these stakes may be insignificant things that are not considered treasures.

But in the face of the overwhelming number of 20,000, even the heroic spirits of steel will feel an invisible sense of coercion. Despite its frenzied atmosphere, it was the strongest and most impactful military demonstration. That's something you can't do as a human being.

Therefore, this treasure county is called "Kaziklu Bey", and it is the most terrifying treasure that has been named after its owner. It may not be of the highest rank, but Vlad III's Noble Phantasm is as exceptional as the garden she revealed.

"No way. ”

The empress, who exuded a decadent atmosphere, restrained her laziness in watching the 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 may not be as good as the magic cannon released earlier, but in combination, it is definitely more terrifying than the magic cannon.

"I can't lose the Lancer yet, so I'll take care of it. ”

"No, it's not time yet. ”

Shirou's voice interrupted the magic spell, and he explained as he met the bewildered gazes of Semiramis and Shakespeare.

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

"But—"

"Don't forget, Black still has pieces. If I were Black's master, I wouldn't have missed the perfect time to unleash rabides. ”

"Rabid ......"

Semiramis held out his other hand and pointed at a bird's-eye view of the entire battlefield, and soon the image showed a masked magician and a man large enough to be called a muscle mass, the former untying the latter - the black caster Avisbron and the Berserker Spartacus, who was originally subordinate to the red side.

"Spartacus, your lord is me, understand?"

Spartacus, who had long been stimulated by the distant shouting and killing, gasped and responded with what little sanity he had:

"Ahh It seems that I would not be able to exist without your power. It's really an unforgivable affiliation. ”

“…… So, are you going to kill me?"

"But there's no way I can kill you. Because I have to stay in this world as long as I can to complete my mission. For I must reach the oppressor, hold on to a glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair. In the end, I must slay all the greedy powers that seek the Holy Grail to gather. ”

"- I see. However, for this you first have to destroy our opponents. Go for it, Berserker. Your opponent is the aggressor, the lackey of the power. I think there's a good reason for that. ”

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

At the moment of his freedom, he looked at Avisbron with a calm smile like a sea. However, Avisbronn did not react to him in any way. Because he was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell if he was afraid or not.

“…… Not. ”

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 toward the battlefield with a sword too large to be called a dagger. The wild gesture, the roar of stamping the earth, and the unabashed laughter soon became the loudest sound on the battlefield.

Looking at his back, Avisbron sighed helplessly. If he accidentally puts on a high-minded attitude, he will probably immediately withdraw the preface and kill himself.

"Because I'm so vulnerable...... That guy's words, all it takes is one hit. ”

Despite his bluish-white deadly skin, the man was covered in muscles. It is the demon that brings chaos to the battlefield and will make everything invisible.

"Well, next—next, the hearth of my Noble Phantasm. ”

"-Teacher!"

A voice was heard in the distance. When he looked back, he saw that his lord Rochet was innocently waving his hand at him on the city wall. Although he could see each other, it was too far away for him to talk, so he used Nian to communicate with him.

"It's dangerous. ”

"Yes, that, when you get back...... Can you see the puppets I made!? I think I should do a good job this time!"

Oh—Avisbrom nodded in admiration. His passion for puppets is really strong. As soon as he is given advice, he immediately corrects it, and then moves towards a higher goal. If it was in his lifetime, he might have kept him by his side as an apprentice - indeed a rare talent.

More importantly, he is also very satisfied that there are still modern lineages that inherit the secret art created by himself and his ancestors.

"I'll look at it when I have time. ”

"Yes...... Yes!"

Roschet didn't seem to have said enough, but he lowered his head a little shyly.

"That being said, I'm not comfortable with being a child. ”

Originally, Avisblon was frail and sickly, and lived in an environment where there was almost no communication with people for many years. In terms of housework, he even made a slave puppet to complete it.

Because of this, he is almost insulated from children, and this kind of admiration for himself only confuses him.

What an ironic thing to do. The self who tried to create the original human (Adam) with the goal of reproducing the miracle of God actually hated human beings.

"—I really can't help it. ”

PS:It's hard to figure it out when it's said that the rape is less.,It's so pure.,I haven't even hit one.,And the style of the moon butter is completely inconsistent with the style of this book, there will be chapters that are blocked? Of course,It's not just one less unlucky.,There are many **less authors.,There are still the protagonists who are still single dogs.,There are Pokemon that can't get up with the theme.,All suffered.。 Well, the editor gave a big death order, asking us to revise and then lift the ban as soon as possible, the old bookworms should have been aware of it, many authors have stopped self-checking, revised the previous chapters, and it is inevitable that the treacherous will be like this, this weekend may have to take a day to do this, it is estimated that it will be stopped, and I will tell you first.