With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

The unexpected situation caused the girl to lose her footing and fall to the ground. Although she wouldn't die from the fall, she would definitely be injured.

She flipped in mid-air, took out the grappling hook, and prepared to move, when suddenly she found that her vision had darkened.

A massive concrete pillar crashed down from above, the howling wind blinding the girl, and then she never opened her eyes again…

Like hitting a baseball, the giant, with power far exceeding the concept of a Servant, swatted away a bug with a single blow.

The outcome was undoubtedly a severe injury that left her near death. In fact, she was almost dead the moment she was hit; her internal organs shifted and she was vomiting blood violently while still in mid-air.

A colossal foot, obscuring the sky, stomped down with overwhelming force, causing the ruins of the Thousand World Tree to tremble. One of the stowaways from 'Heavenly Paradise' perished...

The 'Garden of Eden' beneath their feet continued to expand, and the giant walked toward the boundary of the spatial blockade. The moment the Reality Barrier touched the spatial blockade, part of the spatial blockade was destroyed.

After all, it is also called the mental world. The inherent barrier is a completely independent self-world. Using space to fight against the world will undoubtedly result in defeat, unless the level of this spatial concept is mysteriously high.

Black Caster... exits the stage.

PS: 1. This is the fifth update today.

Section 527 Chapter 516 Vlad III's Wrath

Chapter 516: Vlad III's Wrath

A raging fire was burning inside the World Tree's castle, which was almost completely destroyed because no one had noticed the attack coming at first.

The World Tree, possessing countless advanced magic spells, pays great attention to the defense of its fortress. Under normal circumstances, even the most orthodox Assassin would find it difficult to infiltrate undetected.

Unfortunately, there exists a group called Contractors who completely disregard the premise of mystery, resulting in the Thousand World Tree suffering heavy losses this time.

When a modified, epic-level magic RPG struck one side of the World Tree, the terrifying impact instantly blew away a large portion of the building's structure.

Both the Servants and Masters were mostly unharmed, as the Servants reacted quickly enough to avoid the danger, and the Masters were protected by their Servants.

However, almost all the androids were reduced to wreckage and disappeared in the attack, and most of the golems were also shattered by the impact.

After successfully breaching the World Tree's castle, two people stormed in. One of them, a girl, was the one who had launched a surprise attack on the Mirenia fortress using weapons.

Just as Vlad III was enraged and preparing to deal with the two men, the blond man in the lead waved his hand.

In an instant, space was sealed off and the battlefield was divided. Caster was trapped in the slaughterhouse of that unknown girl, while Saber and her Master were swept away by the blond man.

The enraged Vlad III encountered his most troublesome opponent yet: Spartacus, who had been brought out by the blond man using his spatial abilities.

Vlad III's face was horribly grim as he thrust his spear into the ground. The golems in the same space as him had all been crushed by a smiling boy.

"Red Berserker! Let your death wash away my rage!!"

"King of Extreme Punishment (kazikli bey)!!"

Countless iron stakes surged from the ground and walls, and Spartacus, who was charging toward Vlad III, was pierced through and turned into a hedgehog.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Spartacus laughed like a 300-pound child, brutally smashing and crushing the surrounding iron stakes with his muscles as he continued forward.

He brandished his short sword, but there were just too many iron stakes in his line of sight, and Spartacus's body was being brutally pierced through every moment.

"O oppressors!! Merely piercing my flesh is not enough to stop me!!"

"Is that so? In that case, I'll let the stake inside your body pierce you."

Spartacus stood motionless in the same spot from beginning to end, while countless stakes suddenly surged out of his body, creating an extremely bloody scene.

Despite his bulging muscles and the fact that his brain was pierced through, Spartacus still used the magic he gained from his injuries to violently repair and reshape his body.

Vlad III's Noble Phantasm, "Kazikli Bey," has the effect of continuously accumulating damage through piercing, and as long as the opponent is injured, the stake can grow out of the opponent's body.

The terrain is relatively narrow, and Vlad III, amidst the ruins, has a great advantage in terms of terrain, with no limit to the angles from which the iron stakes can be attacked.

By maximizing the activation of this Noble Phantasm, Vlad III summoned thousands of iron stakes, firmly restricting Spartacus's every step forward.

"Ahhh! It hurts so much! Keep torturing me!!"

Spartacus suddenly grew two extra arms, wildly waving his four hands and using his mutated muscles to forcefully break the iron stakes inside his body.

He leaped up suddenly, and the short sword he threw shattered the floor like a cannonball. Vlad III had no choice but to retreat to avoid this heavy blow.

Vlad III, seated before the throne, gazed at the monster in the center of the royal chamber, which was no longer recognizable as human.

He narrowed his eyes, which were heavily dark-circled, looking thoughtful...

"I see, so they mutate by absorbing damage? No wonder they're known for their madness."

"But don't get too cocky, my iron stake is far from reaching its limit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the countless iron stakes in the hall were lifted up, resembling a sea of ​​metal, with Spartacus as a small boat in that sea.

His large, muscular arms were pierced by iron stakes that grew from within, and then impaled and fixed by iron stakes on the outside. He was nearly four meters tall, resembling a metal monster.

Carrying hundreds of iron stakes on his body, and with countless iron stakes before him, Spartacus laughed in the face of this torture-like battle.

"O oppressors! Come and ravage me! All the pain will become the strength of us rebels!!"

Two more arms grow out; if you add two more heads, it's a perfect reenactment of a myth, a three-headed, six-armed being.

His massive body writhed, his unparalleled strength sweeping away all the surrounding iron stakes as Spartacus strode forward.

Each strike sent broken iron stakes flying. Although these stakes were still extremely sharp to Spartacus due to the cumulative damage, their effectiveness was significantly reduced.

The mutated muscles could initially stop the iron stakes, but ultimately it was only a B-rank Noble Phantasm, [Kazikli Bey], and the iron stakes could only cut through its skin.

The room began to tremble; even running could generate such power. Vlad III's face turned quite grim.

However, the tremor was not actually caused by Spartacus, but rather by the start of vibrations in the sealed space, indicating that someone had broken through the seal.

"Oppressors!!"

Spartacus, who had leaped high into the air, preparing to deliver a crushing blow to Vlad III and turn him into a pulp, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Two large hands were pulling it, and the monster, which was as tall as a two-story building, was still no match for the giant who was already over thirty meters tall.

Darnick emerged from the corner. He was completely unqualified to participate in the Servant War, so he had been hiding in the corner from the beginning.

However, reinforcements have now arrived, and it is Caster's decisive Noble Phantasm, which now seems truly extraordinary, easily suppressing the monstrous Red Berserker.

"No, there's clearly no suitable furnace core... Roger!!"

"I'm here!!"

Roger, whose name had been called, poked his head out from the protection on the giant's shoulder and waved his arm toward Danic on the ground.

Seeing that Roger was unharmed, while Caster was completely blind, Danic suddenly understood a lot.

Spartacus was suddenly thrown to the ground and brutally struck by a pair of huge fists, causing Danic to lower his head slightly.

"Caster sacrificed himself? Damn it... Victory will surely belong to us, the Yggdrasil!"

"I wonder how things are going with Saber now? Things have stabilized quite a bit here for the time being."

Spartacus, already suppressed and yearning for pain to grow stronger, was forcefully pressed to the ground by a pair of large hands.

Vlad III walked to Darnic's side, his gaze fixed solemnly on the distorted scene in the distance. Saber might be facing her most dangerous enemy...

PS: 1. Today is Chapter 6.

2. More chapters to come...

Chapter 517, Section 528: Gold's Awakening

Chapter 517: Gold's Awakening

The surrounding space was distorted, with the most dangerous enemy above and three Masters behind them who had no ability to protect themselves: Gorde, Fiore, and Corresponds.

When the World Tree was attacked, it was Siegfried who protected them, and the subsequent spatial division also grouped him with these three.

The greatsword was swung, creating a gust of wind. The sword was used to quickly dismantle and shatter the falling spatial fragments, and Siegfried had many wounds on his body from which blood was flowing.

The 【Evil Dragon Blood Armor】offers almost no defense against spatial fragments; a mere graze can leave a significant wound, posing a major threat to Siegfried.

Siegfried, wielding the Fantasy Greatsword, took a step forward, and the twilight magic surging from the sword transformed into sword light, which he flung out.

The rapidly falling spatial debris was shattered, but before Siegfried could launch a counterattack, the continuous attacks from above threatened his Master behind him, so he had no choice but to stand in front of them and continue to maintain his defense.

Jason, seated atop a spatial barrier at the highest point, watched with amusement as Siegfried grew increasingly exhausted below. This game was truly fascinating.

By taking advantage of Black Saber's inability to abandon her Master, Siegfried could be worn down relentlessly until he was no longer even qualified to fight her.

Siegfried, who is in the fourth rank, is still a threat because high-level Noble Phantasms can achieve the output of the fifth rank.

If he were to be killed by a counterattack, it would be troublesome. If possible, it would be better to wear down the enemy like this, as fighting with a sword is too much of a strain for him.

"Saber! Don't worry about us, use your Noble Phantasm to defeat him!!"

Siegfried glanced back casually and saw Gordes' trembling eyes. As a human, he could better sense the terror emanating from the blond man above him.

That malice, as black as a quagmire, sent chills down one's spine with just a glance; it was no opponent Saber could easily defeat.

For the first time, the usually arrogant and conceited Gordes lacked confidence in his Saber; that thing on top was a monster!

A monster who hates life, despises heroes, and possesses overwhelming power to wreak havoc and slaughter them, Siegfried is no match for him.

The only solution might be the Servant's trump card, their Noble Phantasm, which Siegfried possesses as an A+ rank anti-army Noble Phantasm.

The cursed dragon-slaying sword, if fully unleashed, might offer a sliver of hope for victory. Therefore, Gorder could only suppress his fear of being killed and order Siegfried to make his move.

"I'm sorry, Saber... I'm such a useless man, a man who has only ever yelled at you."

The scenes from before flashed through my mind, including the battles between Servants and the incredible power that far surpassed that of a magician.

He was merely a Master, possessing nothing of note other than Homunculi, and Siegfried could likely defy him with a single sword strike.

Even when scolded and yelled at, this kind of hero still appears to be willing to accept his master's punishment.

He actually envied the mutual trust and bonds between Fiore and Corles behind him and the Servants.

But his strange sense of pride prevented him from communicating with a familiar on an equal footing...

They prevented Saber from speaking from the very beginning, simply to keep her true name hidden, thus eliminating any possibility of communication.