Above the endless battlefield floated a stone platform shimmering with the glow of Magecraft. Azu stood on it, drawing specks of light up from the battlefield below from time to time.
Just then, a Space Gate opened behind Azu, and Shiro stepped out of it.
"My lord."
"Mm. How is the collection of Battle Spirits going?"
Azu shook his head. "Not very well. The growth of the artificially compiled autonomous consciousnesses is very limited. At present, there isn't a single high-quality Battle Spirit. Five meet the standard. The defective ones..."
"Mm? What about the defective ones?"
"There are more than five hundred defective ones."
Hearing that number, Shiro's brows furrowed. The defective ones were more than a hundred times the standard products. That number...
The so-called Battle Spirits were the specks of light from those Pseudo-Servants that had merged into the Reality Marble during his battle with Madara. It was precisely because of them that those Pseudo-Servants, which originally could only be controlled by dividing his attention, had gained the ability to fight autonomously.
The Servants within Shiro's bounded field were a little different. Generally speaking, even Servants summoned by Noble Phantasms all possessed self-awareness, such as Iskandar's Ionioi Hetairoi, Zhao Yun's White Horse Volunteers, and so on.
Those without consciousness could not be counted as Servants. They were merely puppets.
But Shiro's were different. Although they had no self-awareness, in terms of rank, they were no different from Servants. If equipped with the corresponding Noble Phantasms, they could even display combat power approaching that of the originals.
For example, if Cú Chulainn's Pseudo-Servant was equipped with the Red Spear, and Shiro controlled it by splitting his focus, then this Pseudo-Servant could display combat power almost equal to Cú Chulainn's!
Without a doubt, this ability was extremely powerful!
But correspondingly,