Perhaps it was an instinct inherited from beasts—even if it was a fortress, Archer could sense the presence of the people inside.
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"Then I'll take this chance to have the 'grunts' form up."
Assassin raised his hand high, and a huge cauldron three meters in diameter appeared before them, floating in midair. The enormous cauldron passed over the front of the Gardens before immediately circling back.
In an instant, the slightly yellowed bone fragments inside poured down like rain. The moment they hit the ground, they grew like plants, eventually becoming skeletal soldiers with lizard-like heads.
"They look rather fragile."
Archer murmured as he looked below.
"Ah, you're right. They are fragile, incredibly so. But there are plenty of them. Needless to say, they're no match for Servants, but they should be enough against Homunculi. If their Caster is as much of a grunt as ours, they might even be able to take him down."
"Hahaha, that really stings. Still, there probably isn't another Caster in the world who's a literary master with such elegant prose as me!"
Caster retorted without a care. Assassin had already decided not to say anything.
"So the 'Black' faction has finally come out."
While everyone except Archer could see nothing but darkness ahead, the Yggdmillennia clan and their Servants finally seemed to be making their move.
This was completely different from the small-scale clashes up until now. There was a battlefield, soldiers, weapons, and commanders. There was territory to fight over, and more importantly, there was a "King" who had to be slain.
Only a brief moment remained before the decisive battle, whose ultimate goal was total annihilation. The Servants of the "Red" faction silently waited for that moment to arrive—
The Yggdmillennia clan had made comprehensive predictions about every