Like Iskandar himself, every soldier under his command was the sort of warrior who easily got carried away. Though they did not fear the undead, the battle soon devolved into a chaotic mess.
That was only because everyone within the Inherent Skill was a Servant. The true terror of the Undead Calamity had yet to reveal itself.
The Undead Calamity was powerful because it turned every soldier it defeated into an undead. The most terrifying part was the agony of watching comrades who had been fighting back-to-back with you one second turn their blades against you the next.
But the problem was, the other side did not even have bodies. What the hell was there to convert?
However, the person most prone to getting carried away in this army—Iskandar himself—had calmed down.
His army surpassed Shirou's undead forces in raw strength, but there was another saying: if your stats were lacking, make up for them with equipment.
Shirou had outfitted most of the swords and blades from Unlimited Blade Works onto his ground forces, bringing both sides to roughly the same overall level.
Then he took advantage of the undead's lack of fear of injury, seizing the initiative through suicidal tactics.
"Hey, kid. Do you have any ideas about our current situation?" Iskandar asked, poking Webber beside him with a finger.
Normally, he should have asked the man in charge of getting stomachaches—his aide, Onimaius. But since the previous stomachache sufferer was not here, Iskandar found someone of a similar nature.
"Those undead are different from your army. They do not care about losses. To that Foreigner, the number of undead he has is merely a number.
"One last point: the people in your army can think, while the enemy has only one commander."
As he spoke, Webber looked toward