" Master!"
Semiramis's voice carried a panic she herself was unaware of.
"The garden's flight function has been sealed! All the core spells that maintain levitation have ceased operation! At the current rate of descent, it will crash in about a minute!"
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada stood in the center of the throne room.
He didn't panic.
" Semiramis, tell me the exact coordinates of the garden now."
"Over the Trifas Plain, approximately four kilometers from the Millennia Fortress."
Four kilometers.
He raised his right hand.
"By the name of two Command Spell— "
" Hanging Gardens of Babylon, a space jump."
"Target coordinates: Directly above the Millennia Fortress."
The garden's trajectory was forcibly distorted by the power of the two Command Spell.
The entire floating island vanished from the sky for a moment, then reappeared directly above the Millennia Fortress.
A sky fortress about to crash is positioned directly opposite the rooftop of the stockade.
If they keep smashing it like that, the Millennia Fortress will be completely flattened, and the Greater Grail beneath the city will be buried under the ruins.
No one could survive the impact of that kind of quality.
Darnic's face turned deathly pale the moment he saw the sky suddenly darken.
"Archer!!"
"Knew!"
Mukuro Hoshimiya had sensed something was wrong long ago.
She Michael once more.
An even larger spatial portal unfolded directly above the Millennia Fortress, large enough to engulf the entire Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The falling Hanging Gardens of Babylon crashed into the portal.
Stone pillars, palaces, gardens, the upstream flowing river, and upside-down plants were all sucked into that enormous crack.
The other end of the portal connects to outer space.
In the void tens of thousands of kilometers above Earth, a gigantic floating island emerged from a crack.
There is no air, no gravity, and nothing to support its continued existence.
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon began to crumble in the vacuum of space.
Stone pillars shattered, palaces collapsed, and the river water, in a state of weightlessness, transformed into countless shimmering water spheres that scattered and drifted away.
The eleven black coffins lost their magical power supply, and the light on their surfaces gradually faded, turning them into eleven ordinary black rocks.
The interior of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Shakespeare stood in a side hall, holding a quill pen in his hand.
He glanced out the window—outside was an endless, dark universe studded with stars.
"... ah."
Caster (Red Faction), William Shakespeare, exits the stage.
The last moment before falling into the portal.
Semiramis had already prepared a backup plan.
From the moment the garden began to sink, she had already inscribed an emergency spatial teleportation spell beneath her feet. This was an escape method she had planned when she built the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
" Master, hold on tight!"
Without hesitation, Amakusa Shirou reached out and grasped Semiramis's wrist.
A purplish-black magical light erupted beneath their feet.
A split second before the Hanging Gardens of Babylon was completely swallowed by the portal, the two figures transformed into a black flash and vanished from the spot.
They appeared in a wilderness dozens of kilometers away.
Semiramis knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon is gone.
Her Noble Phantasm, her home turf, her EX-rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm, along with all the defensive weapons and Magecraft circles mentioned above.
Everything is gone.
"A reputation for vanity. Truly well-deserved."
She gave a bitter smile.
Her combat abilities will be greatly reduced after losing the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
Without the home advantage provided by that floating fortress, she's just an Assassin with E-level strength, D-level durability, and a smattering of Magecraft.
But at least it's better than that unfortunate Caster Shakespeare.
Shakespeare didn't even have a means of escape.
Amakusa Shirou stood beside her, gazing up at the faint ripples left in the night sky after the portal closed.
On the battlefield.
The Red Faction's Servant are still fighting. Karna, Achilles, and Atalanta's Spirit Origin reactions are still active.
what does that mean?
Inside the Millennia Fortress.
Darnic gripped the edge of the table, trying to calm his racing heart.
" The Red Faction Servant are still fighting... which means their Master aren't in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Or have they escaped some way?"
Mukuro Hoshimiya put away the Michael and tilted his head.
"I don't know. But in any case, the Hanging Garden are gone. Their greatest strategic advantage has disappeared."
Darnic nodded. What he didn't know was that the only Master truly active on the Red Faction at that moment was Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.
The remaining Red Faction Master, except for Kairi Shishigou had already fled, were all controlled by Amakusa Shirou, Command Spell were also taken away.
The fates of these Master, along with the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, vanished into the darkness of outer space.
Amakusa Shirou stood in the wilderness, quickly assessing the battle situation.
Karna is being suppressed by Heracles.
Achilles' right arm was sealed, and he was constantly entangled by Siegfried.
The battle between Atalanta and Astolfo continues.
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon is gone.
Mordred has left the field.
Shakespeare has left the stage.
Spartacus's situation...
Amakusa Shirou closed his eyes.
If they continue playing, the Red Faction will only lose.
Even if Karna were to unleash his Shemesh Armor and wield the God-Slaying Spear now, it's uncertain whether he could defeat Heracles.
Even if they were replaced, the Black Faction still has Mukuro Hoshimiya.
The Archer of unknown origin who possesses Noble Phantasm named "Michael".
That's all for tonight.
Amakusa Shirou's voice was icy.
He raised his right hand.
The Command Spell on the back of his hand lit up.
"In the name of the Command Spell —Lancer Karna, return to my side immediately."
On the battlefield, Karna's body suddenly emitted a red light during a break in his battle with Heracles, and he vanished from the spot.
Heracles ' axe struck thin air.
"In the name of the Command Spell —Rider Achilles, return to my side immediately."
Achilles was facing Siegfried with his gun in his left hand when suddenly he was pulled away from the battlefield by an irresistible force.
"Hey? Wait—I haven't finished playing yet!"
His protests vanished in the light of the teleportation.
"In the name of the Command Spell —Archer Atalanta, return to my side immediately."
Atalanta's figure also disappeared from the battlefield. Astolfo took two steps after her, but found nothing.
"Huh? The cat-eared sister ran away!"
Three figures appeared one after another in front of Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.
Karna, Achilles, Atalanta.
The three stood beside Amakusa Shirou and Semiramis, each bearing varying degrees of injury and exhaustion.
" Master, is this a retreat order?" Karna asked.
"Yes. Continuing tonight will not do us any good."
Achilles with one hand on his hip, looking frustrated.
"My right hand is still blocked. Will it be the same next time I go up to fight?"
Amakusa Shirou did not answer the question.
"Withdraw first. We'll discuss it again after reorganization."
The five figures disappeared into the night.
On the battlefield.
The entire Red Faction retreated. Deprived of their magical supply from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Dragon Tooth Warriors fell one after another, turning into white bone fragments.
Siegfried sheathed his sword. Astolfo landed. Heracles stood still, gazing into the distance.
"It's over?" Astolfo landed beside Heracles on his Hippogriff, looking around. "They've all run away?"
"It seems so." Heracles sheathed his axe and sword.
But there's still one problem.
Spartacus.
The Berserker from the Red Faction, who had been captured by the Black Faction and forced into a contract, was now standing in the center of the battlefield of grunts.
His body was no longer recognizable as human.
The muscles swelled abnormally, bones pierced through the skin, and the limbs were twisted into shapes that were not human.
The entire body was covered in cracks, and from each crack, a blinding red magical light seeped out.
He was like a cannonball stuffed with too much explosives; the outer shell could no longer withstand the internal pressure.
The Cry of the War-Monger.
He endured countless attacks in tonight's battle—from Dragon Tooth Warriors, androids, puppets, and various accidental wounds on the battlefield.
Every time he is injured, the damage is converted into magic and stored in his body.
This magic has now accumulated to a terrifying degree.
The Red Faction withdrew.
Only the Black Faction remains on the battlefield.
If Spartacus were to detonate his Noble Phantasm here, the only targets of his rage would be the Black Faction's Servant and troops.
"This guy's not looking good." Astolfo took a step back.
Heracles ' expression turned serious.
Meanwhile, inside the Millennia Fortress.
Mukuro Hoshimiya saw Spartacus's condition through the spatial window.
Oh, that.
She lifted up the Michael.
A portal opened beneath Spartacus's feet.
Spartacus fell right into it.
The portal closed.
Tens of thousands of kilometers above the Earth's surface, a deformed body, brimming with rampaging magic, flew out from a crack.
Immediately afterwards.
explode.
A crimson light burst forth in the darkness of the universe, like a brief but dazzling new star.
A massive magical shockwave spread silently through the vacuum, engulfing all the floating debris of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon around it.
Then silence returned.
Berserker (Red Faction), Spartacus, leaves the field.
Millennia Fortress.
Mukuro Hoshimiya put away the Michael and clapped his hands.
"Done."