This was the place where the final battle would be decided!
"Mm... What a thoroughly filthy army. Yet this body is also an immortal vampire praised in song, so perhaps I have no right to despise other things. Though fictional, it is the only thing left to me."
· ...Begging for flowers... Vlad III held the Magic Spear and calmly stepped onto the battlefield. His black formal attire and Magic Spear seemed to complement the Sea Demon monsters that likewise gave off a dark gleam, but the Voivode had never belonged to the same kind as these wicked creatures.
"This body is a puppet of the Holy Grail. There is no shame in displaying a fallen and miserable form. But defeat is the greatest disgrace. Therefore—let us battle to our hearts' content!"
Mad Enhancement Lancer gave a grand, impassioned shout and charged in first with the Magic Spear in hand.
Though he appeared to have "fallen," he still possessed a proud spirit that could not be ignored. Such was the Voivode, Vlad III.
"This is bad. Marie is in danger."
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Jeanne d'Arc witnessed the shift in the battlefield and spoke anxiously.
Marie, who had charged into the battle formation early on by making use of Rider's mobility, was now in the most chaotic part of the conflict—at least, the most chaotic part of the battle on the ground. The "battle" in the sky, or perhaps one that had long since left Earth's atmosphere, was no longer something that could be compared.
If it had merely been Sea Demons and wyverns swarming about, then with a Servant's strength and Rider's mobility, she could still maneuver among the hordes of monsters. But now, the Mad Enhancement Servants had also launched their attack under Caster's command.
Although Lancer had retained the elegant