Dragon's Tooth Soldiers.

It was a monster that was born from the dragon's tooth.

It looks like a skeleton made of bones all over the body, and even the weapons in his hands are made of bone, so it's a low-level monster that ordinary magicians can kill at will.

However, the merit of such low-level miscellaneous soldiers lies in quantity, not quality.

The sight of thousands of dragontooth soldiers rushing towards this side in groups like ants makes people's scalps tingle.

Coupled with a golem that can rival low-level Servants, and even high-level Servants can fight for several rounds, the huge legion is charging towards this side.

Compared to the huge legion, although the Yugdomirenia clan has a large number of androids, the number is also very different.

If you have to compare it, it is the difference between a puddle and a pond.

Therefore, with the exception of the expressionless androids with weapons set up, all the magicians of Yug Domirenia stood white and gloomy.

"It's over..."

I don't know who said that.

And there are only a handful of people who can keep calm.

For example, he didn't even glance at the huge legion, but just looked at the sky garden above, muttering that he didn't know what he was thinking.

For example, with Fiore and Corles behind him, Caron hiding in the crowd.

Another example, glancing at Darnik, who had lost his sense of proportion, and Vlad III, who had a cold face.

In the next second, the king of Romania slowly walked forward.

"Invaded into the castle by the enemy, eroded into the position by the army, betrayed, calculated, and despised."

Vlad III couldn't help but laugh.

That smile was like a devil, dark and terrifying.

"It's not like I've been insulted for the rest of my life, like being locked in prison, imprisoned in an enemy country, and being called a vampire with no idea, but this time the shame is still there."

The Grand Duke stopped in front of the huge army that was charging into battle.

The black robe on his body, like a dancing shadow, fluttered in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, Vlad III made a declaration.

"Wait, it's hard to apologize even if you die!"

The surging magic power suddenly rose up in Vlad III's body.

"Death Penalty King (Kazikli_Bey)!"

With the liberation of such a real name, the earth changed shape.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ————!"

In the sound of the clash of gold and iron, countless iron stakes suddenly protruded from the earth, turning into the sharpest spears.

One by one, the dragon tooth soldiers and the golems were suddenly hit by the protruding iron stakes, and none of them were spared, all of them were pierced through the body and through the chest, like specimens, and were pierced on the iron stakes one by one.

A whole 20,000 victims were born at this moment.

"That's..."

The people of the Yugdomirenia clan were surprised at first, and then they were pleasantly surprised.

"Is that the king's treasure?"

Charon also whispered.

Historically, Vlad III would pierce the hills with iron stakes for tens of thousands of Ottoman soldiers.

This legend seems to have been transformed into fantasy and belief, sublimated into the treasure of Vlad III.

———— "King of Capital Punishment (Kazikli_Bey)".

A power that can spread 20,000 stakes in the territory and can be freely used for attack, defense, and movement control.

The B-level Enemy Treasure showed terrifying power at this moment.

This gave hope to the people of the Yugdomirenia clan once again.

Unfortunately, Vlad III is not the only one who has a B-rank Armor Treasure.

In Bucharestria, the Red Archer also used a Noble Phantasm of this level.

"The Book of Arrows of Appeal (Phoibos_Catastrophe)!"

The sky lit up at the cold voice of the huntress.

"Boom Boom Boom ————!"

Countless arrows of light turned into a curtain of rain and suddenly fell from the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield.

"Danger!"

Danik finally came to his senses and gave a loud order to the people around him.

"Get out of here!"

Darnick's shout woke everyone present.

However, it is too late to react at this time.

A rain of arrows of light pierced the air, enveloping the magicians of the terrified Yugdomirenia clan below.

"Huh!"

Just as the rain of arrows of light was about to bring about destruction, annihilating all the people of the Yugdomirenia clan, a figure suddenly flashed out and greeted the large rain of light.

"Haaaaaaa

Yuan Laiguang shouted, and the sword in his hand was suddenly raised.

The furious thunder and lightning suddenly rose in the Taidao, turning into countless thunderbolts, and swept towards the light and rain above the night sky.

As a result, the arrows of light collided violently with the furious thunder.

"Bang Bang ————!"

The sound of an explosion rang out.

Whenever a bolt of lightning collided with an arrow of light, the explosion would be provoked, causing the intense impact and scorching flames to spread out in all directions, appearing under the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, the entire night sky turned a fiery red.

However, this fiery red color was immediately blown away.

"Sneer————!"

A sharp sound burst into the air.

A figure wrapped in flames rushed out of the scorching flames, splitting the waves of fire in two, like a meteor falling from the sky, rushing towards the direction of Yuan Laiguang at an astonishing speed.

"Bell ————!"

In the sound of the clash of gold and iron that shook the air, the flaming spear and the lightning flashing sword collided with each other, rubbing sparks.

“……！？”

Yuan Raiguang tightened his pretty face and stared ahead of him.

There, the hero with the spear in hand also met his gaze, allowing a pair of eyes containing an iron will to enter Minamoto Raiko's field of vision.

"At last this time has come, Indra's incarnation."

The great hero of Hindu mythology, the son of the sun god Suriya, Karna.

"Follow instinct and fate, and come to fight you."

After speaking, Karna suddenly slammed the spear in his hand.

The flame-burning spear burst out, like a red flash, and stabbed at Yuan Raiguang.

"Bang ————!"

Flames and lightning burst through the air, mixed with a stormy impact.

At the same time, a comet-like streamer flew out of the aerial garden.

"Did Lancer rob a good opponent?"

Achilles held the reins in one hand and rode on a splendid chariot pulled by three horses, and in the other hand held a cross spear, watching the exploding flames and thunder, his frivolous face with a sense of war.

"Then, my opponent has decided to be the master, let me be ashamed!"

The demigod heroes of Greek mythology, with such a loud shout, drove chariots and fell from the sky like comets.

The target is to stand in the middle of the crowd and look at the garden in the sky.

"Come and fight me!"

Achilles grinned, and with a thunderous momentum, he swooped down.