Chapter III: Vlad III

From one of the aerial views, it can be roughly estimated that the number of intruders is around fifty. The intruders moved very quickly, even in the mountains and forests, and they still moved far faster than the Olympic world record for the 100-meter dash. What's even more amazing is that even in this state, the invaders are still in full formation.

Undoubtedly, this is what Danick said earlier as a "magician with combat ability", a "cleaning team" sent by the Magic Association.

At the front of the cleaning team, a middle-aged magician wearing a suit and thunder and lightning wrapped around his feet seemed to have discovered something, and his high-speed moving body instantly changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness, showing superb control over his body and magic.

As soon as he stopped, the magicians who followed him also stopped. Perhaps because of the eagerness to stop, the original sharp formation became slightly out of shape due to inertia. However, this did not affect the coordination between the "cleaning team", and a few covert gestures exchanged, and the sharp arrow formation used for the breakthrough evolved into a circle formation by inertia.

As soon as the formation was changed, strange things suddenly appeared on the dirt floor in front of the "cleaning team".

These things vary in shape, some barely recognizable to humanoids, others are completely aliens, and the only thing they have in common is that they all carry weapons, weapons capable of killing.

The sudden appearance of the obstacle did not change the indifferent expressions of the magicians, and these things could have frightened the ignorant ordinary people, but they did not pay attention to them. Because this is a very common guard in the magic world, the puppet, and according to the intelligence, the Thousand Realms Tree clan they need to crusade against has an excellent puppeteer.

The middle-aged man who led the team, using thunder and lightning magic, raised his hand, and the thunder flashed, and the puppet closest to him shattered.

At the same time, the magicians who were on the front line also took action. In an instant, a mystical light illuminates the forest at night and destroys the puppets that stand in its way.

"Hmph, vulnerable. ”

"Puppets and defensive enchantments aren't great things. ”

"It's a breeze. ”

"Just because these rabble want to rebel?"

Just as the magicians who had won the first battle were mocking the incompetence and ignorance of the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan, a man walked into their sight.

The man was wrapped in aristocratic clothing that was so black that it seemed to dissolve into the night. In contrast to black, his face was pale but creepy, and his silk-like white hair hung loosely.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere in the forest suddenly became tense. Just standing up makes me feel crushed, and if I look at it, my whole body trembles uncontrollably. This is by no means because this man is rough and violent, in fact, he is very elegant and noble in both image and temperament, but his eyes are too cold, and those who look at him can't help but realize that he is an extremely fragile and powerless existence.

"A bunch of rude people, who do you think have permission to stand here?"

The man's voice was as oppressive as his eyes, but the pressure did not make the "cleaning team" lose their fighting spirit.

This group of magicians, who had experienced countless battles, launched the attack at the first time.

Magic that was five or ten times more powerful than when it destroyed the puppet roared towards the man who seemed to be the Night King, engulfing the latter's body in the blink of an eye. And until the moment before being engulfed by magic, the man did not make a single move.

The entire "cleaning team" believed that no one would be able to survive such an attack, at least not the Thousand Realms Tree Clan.

However, the reality is quite the opposite.

The man who had endured dozens of direct magic attacks was still standing in place, not only unscathed, but also his clothes were not a little messy.

"Where do you think you're stepping on this ground?"

The man looked down at the magicians condescendingly, and his naturally drooping left hand was slowly raised from left to right.

"Here. ”

"Here. ”

"And here"

"And there—"

"As far as the eye can see, everything is my territory!"

When the man finally clenched his fist, the mana that was larger than the total amount of magic power of the fifty magicians combined swept out from the center of the man.

In the next second, the place where the magic power swept was overgrown with dense black rafters.

The rafters were so dense that the magicians didn't even have a place to stay.

These rafters are so sharp that some of them are known for their physical toughness, and even magicians who can withstand gunfire can't withstand it.

The speed at which these rafters grow is so rapid that the high speed of the magicians is nothing compared to the speed of the rafters.

Thirty seconds, it only took thirty seconds, and the "cleaning team" sent by the Magic Association was punctured by the rafters, and none of them were spared.

Bright red blood dripped down the black rafters to the ground, as if it were a recreation of some ancient legend on the land.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, the powerful Ottoman Turkish Empire sent a large army to attack Transylvania, then the Duchy of Wallachia, and the Grand Duke led an army to resist. During the resistance, the Grand Duke pierced all captured or killed Turkish soldiers on wooden stakes and nailed them to the land of the Principality of Wallachia, with a total of more than 20,000 people pierced, and was feared by the enemy as the demon - "Piercing Prince".

He is the most famous hero of Transylvania and the whole of Romania - Vlad III!

This Holy Grail War is presented as Lancer.

The magicians of the Thousand Worlds Tree who witnessed this scene had different expressions.

Sweat beaded from Gold's forehead, Fiore covered his mouth with his hand, Sereniche smiled seductively, Corres paled, and Roger was excited.

The face of Danic, who led them, bloomed with an unprecedented look, this is the power of the Servant, this is the power of Vlad III, far superior to the power of modern magicians.

At this moment, everyone present believed that the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan would win, and the Magic Association would lose!

Shocked by the Servant's mighty combat power, they didn't realize that one of the magicians pierced by the rafters had not died, and his magic was flowing down the dripping blood into the earth, into the spiritual veins, and into the Great Holy Grail connected to it.

In the depths of the Fortress of Mirenia, the deepest part that only Patriarch Danik could enter, a huge magic circle was moving on the pale altar, and colorless magic energy flowed into the altar from the leylines, bound and stored by the magic array.

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Ps: I don't know if it's the mad duke in fgo or the gun duke in Fate/Apocrypha.