Dragon Fang Soldiers.
They were monsters spawned using dragon teeth as material.
They looked like skeletons made entirely of bone, even their weapons fashioned from bone. They were low-grade monsters that ordinary Magi could easily blast apart.
However, the advantage of these lowly fodder troops lay in their numbers, not their quality.
The sight of tens of thousands of Dragon Fang Soldiers swarming toward them in groups like ants was enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.
Together with Golems that could rival low-ranking Servants and even exchange several blows with high-ranking Servants, a massive army charged toward them.
Compared to that immense army, although the Yggdmillennia clan had numerous Homunculi, the difference in numbers was worlds apart.
If one had to make an analogy, it was the difference between a puddle and a pond.
Thus, aside from the expressionless Homunculi raising their weapons, the Yggdmillennia Magi stood frozen in place, their faces drained of color.
"It's over..."
No one knew who had uttered those words.
Only a handful of people remained calm.
For example, Fang Li, who did not even spare the vast army a glance and merely gazed up at the Floating Garden, deep in thought.
Or Chiron, who concealed himself among the crowd while shielding Fiore and Caules behind him.
And Vlad III, who cast a glance at the flustered Darnic, his face cold and indifferent.
The next second, the king of Romania slowly stepped forward.
"The enemy has invaded the castle, their army has overrun our position, and we have been betrayed, schemed against, and scorned."
Vlad III could not help but laugh.
That smile was like a demon's—dark and terrifying.
"I suffered no shortage of humiliation in life. I was locked in prison, held captive in an enemy nation, and even branded with the baseless title