The Beginning of the Great Battle!

When the sun climbed to its highest point and enveloped the entire North American Continent in the scorching heat of its rays.

Within the Northern Country, around the royal palace, countless Celtic warriors had formed a densely packed sea of people and arranged themselves in battle formation. The morale they exuded made the air feel heavy and stifling like heat, creating an extraordinarily shocking sight.

At the very front of this vast army, two Servants stood as though leading the entire legion.

Finn MacCool.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

The two Celtic Lancers stood proudly at the very front of the army, gazing into the distance.

"Whoa..."

At a certain moment, Finn was the first to let out an exclamation.

"They've arrived?"

Diarmuid's expression was exceptionally solemn.

In the distant horizon they were watching, a golden ship was slowly sailing over.

It was the Argo.

"Is that the place?"

Standing at the bow of the Argo, Luo Zhen was likewise looking down and saw the densely packed Celtic soldiers below.

The other Servants had also all arrived, not one of them choosing to remain in the cabin.

Because of that, quite a few of them changed expressions when they saw the enormous, densely packed army below.

"Damn it...! How can there be so many...!?"

Jason could not help crying out.

Clearly, the Prince had never expected the Celtic side's forces to be so massive.

This was no longer a matter of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but a terrifying number totaling several million.

Thus, when looking down from the Argo, all they could see was a dark, oppressive sea of people. At a glance, it seemed to stretch beyond the limits of sight.

"Looks like Celtic is throwing all its military strength into this war."

Atalanta held her longbow,