In the sky, the eleven black coffins surrounding the Hanging Gardens of Babylon continued to accumulate energy.
Whenever Red Faction on the ground Servant in dire straits, the dark panel lights up, and a high-density magical beam descends from the sky, accurately striking the vicinity of the Black Faction 'Servant position.
Millennia Fortress.
Mukuro Hoshimiya sat on the windowsill of the main hall, with five spatial windows of different sizes floating in front of him, each reflecting a scene from a different area of the battlefield.
She ate her second piece of bread while reading.
The battle between Vlad III and Karna.
The fierce battle between Siegfried and Achilles.
Astolfo flew around in the sky.
Heracles unilaterally and brutally beat Mordred.
And Spartacus, rampaging through the battlefield amidst the hordes of soldiers.
Darnic stood behind her, his hands behind his back, his expression serious.
"Archer, what's your take on the current situation?"
"Hmm... Vlad III is a bit of a problem."
Karna's defense is too tough; even with my enhancements, I can't break through his armor.
The other directions were alright, but Heracles' side was a complete rout.
Mukuro Hoshimiya took a bite of bread and continued speaking indistinctly.
"What I'm more concerned about is that Hanging Garden. That thing is always floating in the sky, ready to fire magic cannons to support the Red Faction's Servant at any time."
Should I lock its flight capability?
Darnic's eyes lit up.
He had actually wanted to make this suggestion for a while.
The floating fortress, suspended in the sky, commanded a high vantage point, allowing for both offense and defense, leaving the Black Faction with no choice but to passively endure the attacks.
If it can be rendered unable to fly and crash to the ground, the Red Faction will lose its greatest strategic advantage.
But he was too embarrassed to speak up.
Darnic glanced at Mukuro Hoshimiya.
Ever since she called out "Michael" in front of everyone, the attitude of the entire Black Faction faction towards her has undergone a subtle change.
Vlad III.
The Romania hero known as the shield of Christianity learned that Mukuro Hoshimiya's Noble Phantasm Michael.
Their attitude towards her suddenly changed from " Servant from the same faction" to a kind of almost reverent respect.
At the last meeting before the war, Vlad III even took the initiative to give Mukuro Hoshimiya a half bow.
The other Master were in similar situations. Gordes dared not speak to her in the same imperious tone as before.
Celenike would unconsciously take a detour whenever she passed by her.
Even Fiore, the usually gentle and proper heir, showed subtle tension when facing Mukuro Hoshimiya.
Darnic himself was no exception.
As the leader of the Yggdmillennia, he knew better than anyone what the name Michael meant in the occult system.
Even if Mukuro Hoshimiya herself is not Archangel Michael, the fact that she can use Noble Phantasm named after him is enough to show that her status far exceeds that of ordinary Heroic Spirit.
Therefore, he dared not make any demands on Mukuro Hoshimiya.
Even if that requirement is the optimal solution for Black Faction.
"Mr. Darnic?" Mukuro Hoshimiya tilted his head. "What are you daydreaming about? I asked you if you wanted to lock the Hanging Garden ' flight capabilities."
"Ah, I agree! I completely agree!"
Darnic blurted it out almost without thinking.
Seeing his relieved expression, Mukuro Hoshimiya sighed softly.
She doesn't actually like the current atmosphere within the Black Faction camp.
How much better it used to be. Darnic was in the prime position, strategizing and planning; Vlad III was issuing orders with authority; Gordes was arrogantly directing Siegfried; Celenike kept her distance from everyone with a cold face.
Everyone has their own ambitions and ideals, and the entire group is filled with a tense yet vibrant energy.
What about now?
They all turned into quails in front of her.
They spoke cautiously and acted with utmost care, afraid of saying something wrong and offending "the angel."
Only two people's attitudes remained unchanged.
Astolfo is still the same Astolfo, putting his arm around someone's shoulder and joking around as usual, completely unconcerned about Michael or anything like that.
Heracles, too, maintained an attitude of equal respect towards Mukuro Hoshimiya from beginning to end after regaining his sanity.
These two are the normal ones.
Mukuro Hoshimiya snapped out of her thoughts and jumped down from the windowsill.
"Okay, then I'll do it now--"
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
In the five windows, the one reflecting the battlefield of Vlad III and Karna suddenly changed its image.
Karna retreated. He wanted to create distance, and he did so at an extremely fast speed.
The fire of the sun god erupted from beneath Karna's feet, propelling his body backward like a golden cannonball.
In just a few seconds, he had retreated nearly a kilometer from Vlad III's location.
"Run away?"
Vlad III stood still, his dark golden pupils fixed on the ever-shrinking golden dot in the distance.
wrong.
Karna's stance changed, switching from a battle stance to a charging stance.
The fire of the sun god began to gather at the tip of the spear.
Inside the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, in the sky, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada stood in the center of the throne room.
" Karna."
His voice was transmitted to the battlefield through the contractual link.
"You no longer need to worry about mana consumption. You are permitted to unleash all Noble Phantasm except for the God-Slaying Spear."
He paused.
"In the name of the Command Spell-- "
"Lancer Karna, with all your might, destroy everything before you."
Karna's body was instantly enveloped in a red light, and his attributes surged across the board.
The sun god fire that was already gathering at the tip of the spear suddenly expanded several times, and the red flames bloomed in the night sky, illuminating the darkness within a radius of several thousand meters as if it were daytime.
Vlad III finally saw through Karna's intentions.
His Noble Phantasm, which he is about to unleash.
"Not good!"
Vlad III's dark golden pupils suddenly contracted. He immediately summoned all the iron stakes he could use, constructing a metal barrier with dozens of layers in front of him.
At the same time, he extended the effects of the Kazikli Bey's domain to its limit, attempting to create a sea of iron stakes on the ground between Karna and himself to block the impending attack.
One kilometer away.
Karna raised the golden spear high above his head. The solar fire that had gathered at the tip of the spear had expanded into a small sun, its intense light so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
"Brahma--"
"Curse me."
The golden spear transformed into a burning meteor, tearing through the night sky and leaving a golden trail that stretched across the heavens and earth, heading straight for Vlad III and the Millennia Fortress behind him.
Brahma, curse my body (Brahmastra Kundala).
A+. Noble Phantasm.
The farther away it is, the more terrifying its power becomes.
A distance of one kilometer is enough for this attack to accumulate enough to burn down a city.
Vlad III's iron-pillared fortress was as flimsy as paper before the golden meteorite.
The first layer of iron stakes was melted by the Sun God's fire the moment they came into contact. The second, third, and tenth layers.
The dozens of layers of iron pile barriers disappeared in less than half a second.
The golden meteor hurtled toward Vlad III without slowing down.
The red meteorite swallowed everything.
The fire of the sun god blazed upon Vlad III's body. The iron stakes melted like ice and snow in the flames, then turned to ashes.
Vlad III's body began to decompose in the fire of the sun god.
In the last instant before his consciousness dissipated, he saw the golden light pass through his body and continue flying towards the Millennia Fortress behind him.
Vlad III.
Lancer, the King of Black Faction.
The first Servant to be eliminated in this Great Holy Grail War.
The golden meteors did not stop.
It passed through the spot where Vlad III had vanished, carrying with it the residual power still enough to destroy a fortress, and charged straight toward the Millennia Fortress.
Mukuro Hoshimiya reacted the moment the golden light appeared in the window.
She had already prepared to seal the Hanging Garden' flight abilities, but now she had to deal with the current situation first.
If this attack hits the Millennia Fortress, the entire stronghold will be wiped off the map.
They might not even be able to keep the Greater Grail.
She immediately summoned the Michael, and a colossal spatial portal unfolded directly in front of the Millennia Fortress, its area almost covering the entire front of the fortress.
The golden meteor crashed into the spatial portal before hitting the walls of the fortress.
Then it disappeared.
Space.
A portal appeared out of nowhere in orbit hundreds of kilometers above the Earth's surface.
A golden meteorite shot out from the crack, trailing a tail of solar fire, and plunged into the boundless darkness of the universe.
The sun god's fire burned silently in the vacuum, gradually receding into the distance, eventually becoming an almost invisible point of light, disappearing into the sea of stars.
Inside the fortified village.
Darnic stood frozen in place behind Mukuro Hoshimiya. His face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
That attack just now, if it weren't for Mukuro Hoshimiya...
He dared not think any further.
" Vlad III..." Fiore's voice came through, trembling with barely suppressed emotion, " Vlad III's Spirit Origin reaction has disappeared."