My Mom Sandy Love Song

One person needs to stay at the base, so I will stay in the castle to protect the Masters. "

After all, it was Saber who made great contributions last night, and no one objected to her decision.

In this way, except for Musashi and Chiron who was on duty in a neighboring town, the four Servants of Mirenia City came to the wilderness in front of the castle.

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About one kilometer away from the city of Mirenia, Rhodes and Semiramis got off the car.

"Get ready, Assassin."

After saying this, Rhodes picked up the paper cup of coffee, closed the car door and strode aggressively towards the Castle of Black.

"…….Uh."

The Empress of Assyria stared blankly at Rhodes' confident back, and after a second of stupefaction, she quickly followed up with her gorgeous skirt.

Semiramis is a smart man, so I don’t need to explain, I’ve moved [Vanity’s Sky Garden] to this side now—this is Rhode’s idea.

Hmph, let the Empress perform tonight!

Prepare?what to prepare?Are you ready to watch you pretend?This one is already prepared—this is Semiramis' idea.

Hmph, it's impossible to let me fight anyway, right?

At this moment, a black army has gathered in front of Mirenia City.

Under the control of Rider Avisbron, the androids and puppets formed a neat queue, exuding the tension before the battle.

On one side of the doll army, you can see the pure white figure of Berserker Frankenstein bathed in the starlight, and Kama, the goddess of love, whose posture seems to melt into the night.

Since Archer Chiron, who is good at commanding the army, is not here tonight, the combat power of the android army is not worth looking forward to.

Avisbron was thinking under the mask, but even this was too much to deal with only two Heroic Spirits.

The Servant has five riders, two of which are heroes of the extraordinary level and servants of the gods.

In addition, there are dozens of top-performance puppets and more than 100 artificial humans.

Black Caster, do you think you can fight us alone!

No matter how you look at it, it's a foolish act... Or, you already have the chance to win.

Alright, then let me see your true strength who took the seat of Caster from me!

Soon, Lancer Vlad III rode a huge horse to the front of the army.

It was a self-confident work prepared by Avis Bron for him, a striped puppet horse made of iron and bronze.

The red and sapphire inlaid in the eyes alone is worth hundreds of millions, and now it is shining with a strange brilliance.

Vlad III, who is straddling the puppet horse, exudes a stronger oppressive force than gems.

This is Romania, and it is even more so in the Transylvania region. His popularity can be said to have reached the highest value.

Vlad III was a great hero who defended his homeland again and again in the face of the approaching Ottoman Turkish army.

One of the most decisive battles is probably the invasion from Ottoman Turkey in [-].

Compared with the 15 army of Ottoman Turkey, the Wallachian army led by Vlad III had only a mere 1 people.

However, he exhausted the Ottoman Turkish army with thorough guerrilla warfare and scorched-earth tactics, and at the same time launched an empty capital after evacuating the people for asylum.

The Ottoman Turkish army was led by Mehmed II, who was called the "Conqueror", who made countless kings cry for thousands of years, and captured Constantinople.

He, who has always been known for his bravery, suddenly changed his face when he arrived in the capital, Bucharest.

Numerous rafters were erected around the fortress, and their companions, their colleagues, and their captains—a total of 2 Ottoman soldiers—were pierced.

The moment he saw this scene, the hatred of being killed by his companions disappeared from Mehmed II's heart.

It was terrible--their minds were full of such things, and they developed a strong fear of the person who performed the operation.

The plundering, ravages and massacres they have done so far are nothing but the result of accelerated desire.

However, the one in front of him is different, it is simply not treating people as human beings.

As a result, the Ottoman Empire had to withdraw its troops.

At that time, Mehmed II had this to say:

"—I'm not afraid of anyone. But demons are another matter."

In this way, the horror legend of the Impaler was passed down, and later became the original scripture of the vampire count.

However, the current Vlad III is not the most famous monster [Dracula] in modern history, but a king who was infinitely close to the heyday before his death.

The surrounding area including this plain is also designated as the [Territory] of the country under the influence of the skill [National Protector Ghost General].

The grievance that was almost destroyed by the black Caster last night should be completely settled tonight.

"Thank you for your greetings last night...Caster, I don't think you and the Red Assassin came here to surrender."

Vlad III looked down at Rhodes who stood proudly less than a hundred meters in front of him, and Semiramis who stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Although this was just a pre-battle session of trash talking, when it was spat out from the majestic Lancer's mouth, it was as if he was actually on the scene of accepting the opponent's surrender.

"Ha! Are you kidding me? I'm here to end the Holy Grail War."

Rhode pointed at Vlad III with his cane, and said triumphantly, "Of course, I am also very willing to accept your surrender, okay?

But as the price of peace, you have to offer me the head of the castellan. "

"--Humph."

A cruel smile rose from the corner of Vlad III's mouth. He kicked the bronze and iron horse vigorously, and jumped high into the air.

The Impaler opened his arms and loudly announced the beginning of the war:

"Come on, barbarians who trample on my land! Now is the time for punishment! Mercy and wrath will turn into scorching rafters and pierce you one by one!

And these rafters are infinite, despair of infinite rafters—moisturize your throats with your own blood!Death King [KazikluBey]! ! ! "

As the voice fell, the earth shook violently.

Semiramis looked at his feet reflexively—in an instant, countless thick steel rafters appeared in the surrounding area out of thin air.

"excuse me."

Rhodes suddenly came to the side of the empress, half bent over and whispered softly.

"Huh? Wait—"

Without waiting for Semiramis to respond with refusal, Rhodes wrapped his arms around her waist and jumped into the air, avoiding the iron stake that almost penetrated her body.

Although it is a very shameful thing for a Heroic Spirit to be saved by another Heroic Spirit, it is also a helpless act——

When there was no sky garden, Semiramis could basically be regarded as a heroic spirit whose frontal combat ability was weaker than the old man in the mountain.

On the other hand, Rhodes doesn't intend to sit still.

While he was leading the empress to escape from being pierced by the iron stake, he softly called out the name of Seth, the evil god of the ancient serpent in the Garden of Eden.

"Original sin-ridden dark dragon [Set]——"

Seven huge magic circles emerged from the sky, illuminating the dark battlefield.

The multicolored light shot from the magic circle burned up the approaching rafters——

"See you again, is that the trick you used to break Berserker out of the cage?

It can burn my iron stake so easily, this kind of magic bullet is unheard of. "

Vlad III said without changing his face: "But, with your spark, can you burn out my endless hatred!"

On the plain in front of the current city of Mirenia, a terrifying forest made of iron piles has regrown.

Even so, the iron piles didn't stop. They continued to grow iron piles on the iron piles like they multiplied, constantly chasing Rhodes and Semiramis.

That's right, it doesn't matter if the iron pile is a Noble Phantasm. If it's a single piece, it won't cause too much damage, and the speed is not too fast... But the number is undoubtedly abnormal.

Quantity - it can be said that that is the most distinctive feature of this Noble Phantasm.

The number of iron stakes that Vlad III can deploy is roughly [-].

That alone is already an out-of-the-box existence.

Among the anti-army Noble Phantasms or Anti-City Noble Phantasms, there are indeed Noble Phantasms that can wipe out hundreds or thousands of people at once.

But when it comes to treasures with a unit of ten thousand, there are really very few.

This is because his Noble Phantasm is not something like the holy sword or holy spear, but the result of recreating a historical event—the legend of impaling [-] Ottoman Turkish soldiers on iron posts.

Indeed, each iron stake in it may be an insignificant thing that is not considered a Noble Phantasm.

But——faced with the overwhelming number of [-], even the strongest Heroic Spirits would feel an invisible sense of coercion.

Although full of madness, it is the strongest and most impactful military demonstration.

Therefore, this Noble Phantasm is called Kaziklu Bey, the most terrifying Noble Phantasm named after its owner.

The unforeseen iron pile attack made Rhodes feel the pressure.

While gliding through the infinitely gushing forest of iron piles, he turned to the Empress in his arms.

"Assassins!"

Being easily touched by a man made the Empress of Assyria feel extremely unhappy, but if she was left now, she would only die. Semiramis twisted her body and gave Rhodes an annoyed look.

"what?"

Although I said it myself... But where did your confidence and calmness go when you came?

"Why are you asking..."

Rhodes was speechless: Assassin, where is your great treasure?

If the Sky Garden doesn't come, we'll all be turned into kebabs.

There is nothing wrong with me, but can the pampered body of the Empress bear the thick and hard iron pile?

Rhodes grabbed the soft flesh on her waist and asked anxiously, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

The Empress of Assyria blushed, gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Wait, where is your hand touching you... Uh, what hasn't arrived yet?"