The Warrior of Love

The moment the telepathy was disconnected, Fiore also noticed something unusual.

At this moment, she returned to her room and was watching the battlefields everywhere with her monitoring familiar. Suddenly, not only did the magic images disappear, but even Archer became unreachable.

Frost condensed on the glass windows, forming a thin layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly became thicker. The sun was unable to penetrate the white ice layer and only emitted a hazy light.

I don’t know if it’s because of the change in brightness or if it’s a psychological effect, but everything in the room has become gray, as if it had been sealed in dust for hundreds of years.

"Is this... magic?"

Fiona hurriedly used her magic power to prevent herself from being swallowed by the cold air, but her physical condition was not very good. Although she could withstand a certain degree of severe cold, her body still couldn't help but tremble.

"Inherent barrier... but something feels wrong. Not only humans are being pulled into the barrier, but also this castle?"

It was an incredible phenomenon. Even though Fiore had sufficient theoretical knowledge, she was unable to explain it.

"Inherent Barrier"——the top of the system, second only to the five major magics.

Generally speaking, it is believed that it is beyond the control of humans, and only elves, dead apostles or some undead monsters can gradually learn it over a long period of time.

At least, no one in Fiore's social circle has learned the inherent barrier.

Even in the cognition of the "Grand" class, Danic has always regarded the inherent barrier as a theoretical thing.

(Note: The FA world line's magicians are generally one level higher in "rank" than those in other world lines, so the number of Grand Ranks is relatively excessive.

Moreover, Danic became the crown through political skills and connections, so he should actually be a more outstanding "color position", and his talent is weaker than that of the other Lancer Master, Kenneth.)

But this is the Holy Grail War, and every Servant participating in the battle is an existence that subverts common sense. Even if there are one or two servants who can cast inherent barriers, there is nothing strange about it.

However, an ordinary inherent barrier should materialize the mental landscape and construct a "world egg" independent of reality, which is equivalent to pulling people into another small world.

But what Fiore felt now was an aggressive pulse of magic. It did not break away from reality, but used the actual land as its foundation to paint its own mental landscape onto it, which was equivalent to severing the land from reality!

As a result, the Thousand Worlds Tree fell into the enemy's hands.

"How is this possible...how was this done?" Fiona was amazed.

Although he didn't know much about inherent barriers, it was definitely a technique that consumed a lot of magic power. Because it needed to offset the "correction force" of reality, the cost was higher than any other magic. This was why it was difficult for humans to learn inherent barriers.

The model of constructing a "world egg" would already be rejected by the world, not to mention directly plundering land from reality... the amount of magic power required would be an unimaginable amount.

According to a rough estimate, if it were converted into a Command Seal, it would take about two to three strokes, which is equivalent to all the belongings of a Master.

What a generous move! Do Command Spells cost nothing these days? !

No, now is not the time to talk about that.

Now that it has been pulled into the inherent barrier, the castle is no longer safe. Magic barriers and traps are meaningless in front of the servants. It may have been invaded already.

She pushed the wheelchair and took the silver box on the table in her hands. The touch of the cold metal against her skin made her feel a little relieved.

All I can think of now is to quickly hide in a magic workshop with complete defense facilities. Although it is estimated that it still cannot stop the servants, this is just like a person wanting to run home when encountering danger. It is an instinctive risk-avoidance behavior.

If the moment really came to a critical moment, Fiore would have no choice but to use the Command Seal.

Although the inherent barrier cut off the passage for telepathy, the Command Spell was also the crystallization of great magecraft and could still be effective in this situation.

As long as the Servant is summoned, the danger will naturally be turned into safety - Fiore has full confidence in Archer!

But the Command Spell is a precious non-renewable resource, and she doesn't want to waste it in such a place unless it is necessary.

Just when Fiore was about to push open the door and leave, she heard a faint sound of footsteps, causing the girl to subconsciously hold her breath.

The orderly footsteps gradually became louder, and then they passed through the corridor outside the door one by one, seeming to ignore the rooms on both sides. No one pushed the door open to attack Fiore, but just kept moving towards the depths of the castle.

The girl was nervous for a long time, until the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away and disappeared completely, and the strange feeling of oppression also eased, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Pursing her lips, Fiore opened the box, revealing a pair of mechanical gloves and a belt-like device inside.

Although the basic theory is mysticism, or magic, this set of costumes looks very technological.

She put on the dress with some difficulty. Several mechanical arms extended from behind the girl, supporting her in various places as nimbly as octopus tentacles, allowing the sick girl to stand up.

"What on earth is coming into the castle..."

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What invaded the Thousand Worlds Tree?

The answer is "soldier".

The soldiers, wearing black leather coats and bird-beak masks, marched in the wind and snow like messengers of death.

There were at least three hundred of them, and each of them had impressive strength. They transformed into pitch-black hounds in the snowy night, sneaked into the castle silently, and killed all the androids they met.

Even the androids specialized in combat were no match for them, and they couldn't even die together. Ordinary magic had no effect on them. It was like fighting a ghost.

Interestingly, although they looked like zombies, these soldiers displayed extremely high tactical qualities. They not only eliminated the androids ruthlessly and efficiently, but also occupied all entrances and exits and key passages as soon as possible.

After completing the task within a few minutes, they did not search for the Black Master room by room, but instead sent the main force deeper into the underground workshop of the Thousand World Tree Clan.

It was only then that they encountered a decent resistance: Caster Asviblom and his puppets.

However, the Black Servants, including Jiang Liu, who were supposed to return to rescue immediately, never showed up...

Chapter 429: The Attack of Thunder Emperor!

“Too amazing, each of them is a Servant, with an independent spiritual base?

No, it should be that the same entity split countless times to form such an army."

Asviblom, wearing a strange mask, and Danic, the patriarch of the Thousand World Trees, stood guard in front of the Holy Grail. Dozens of steel golems were guarding the place, and the automatically running defense barrier turned the magic workshop into a restricted area.

But these seemed to have no effect on the invaders. The soldiers in black coats suppressed the entire castle and blocked all entrances and exits of the underground space, leaving Danic like a turtle in a jar.

It's incredible! Although he was an invader, he was so familiar with the castle as if he had lived here all his life. He completed the entire attack in a very short time without any unnecessary movements. He was cold and efficient.

But if you understand the background of these black soldiers, you will understand that it is normal for them to behave like this.

Its official name is the "Special Army", which is the royal private army directly under the Tsar.

The so-called special army has the power to confiscate the property and land of any noble, and is called the Tsar's brothers.

According to legend, the Special Commando Army wore black uniforms that blended into the night, carried brooms and beheading axes, and executed opponents who were disloyal to the Tsar.

According to legend, in 1570 alone, the Special Corps executed four-digit numbers of people (mostly nobles).

Therefore, the name they truly left in history was "the Tsar's lackeys"!

Those who appear here naturally cannot be the real special forces. Although they have a certain degree of fame, individual members do not have the qualifications to become heroes.

They are conceptualized entities called "Special Forces" and are summoned as the Tsar's "vassals" or treasures. Although their numbers are numerous, they form a whole.

It is very similar to the Noble Phantasm of a certain Macedonian king, but it is also the exact opposite: the subordinates of the King of Conquerors possessed independent intellects and spiritual bases, but here the same spiritual base has been split countless times.

But this is enough. As hounds lurking in the shadows, they have long abandoned their names and identities in loyalty to the emperor, just to defend the glory of the monarch!

Their individual strength may not even match that of the weakest Servant, but when they act as a whole, they are a force that no one can resist.

The attributes of these soldiers are probably only around ED, and they are definitely not very strong, but they have inherent skills such as "breath concealment" and "reconnaissance". Although their level is only D, it is enough to capture any fortress.

Asviblom had a very intuitive experience of this. Although the strength of these hounds was not as good as his puppets, when they were attacked, his carefully arranged defense system was completely powerless to resist. They were torn and dismembered by the hounds like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered!

In the end, only the core area where the Holy Grail was placed remained intact.

But the hounds’ march stops here!

The guarding force of this place is incomparable to anywhere else. The advanced puppets made by Asviblon himself even have servant-level capabilities, which are far stronger than those mass-produced ones outside and are enough to resist the attack of the special forces.

Although they are numerous and as one, they are ultimately no match for the genuine Servants.

However, neither Asviblom nor Danic could breathe a sigh of relief. Even though they had blocked the enemy's attack, the expressions on their faces became more and more serious.

It’s a very simple logic: since these are just “soldiers”, then where is their “commander”?

"This outfit, this fighting style, and the sudden arrival of a world of ice and snow... The only person I can think of is the secret service organization that terrorized the northern lands in the 16th century: the Tsarist Russia's Special Forces.

When talking about the Special Military Commission, one naturally thinks of the person they are loyal to - the Tsar.

Moreover, not every tsar has the qualifications to summon them as vassals, and there is probably only one person in history who can drive hounds so casually."

Danic looked solemn, staring at the tall silhouettes behind the many hounds. As the footsteps approached, the other party's figures became clearer.

He was a middle-aged man wrapped in luxurious fur and thick cloak. Although he was tall, he was not strong and was even a little thin. His gloomy deep blue eyes glanced ahead aimlessly. Although he saw Danik and Asviblom, he did not stop for a moment because of them.

He looks like an Eastern European, but perhaps due to his ancestry, one can also see traces of East Asian mixed blood in his facial features.

He is not handsome, and among the generally decent-looking Servants, he is even considered "ugly", but if you dare to look directly at him, you will feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He himself did not emit any strong magical fluctuations, and in terms of warrior's might, he was far inferior to the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried, but his overall momentum was not weaker at all, and even stronger.

Like a winter spirit, the entire underground space slowly froze after it appeared, traces of ice and snow began to climb up the walls... and the air became heavy.

The moment he saw it clearly, Danik confirmed his speculation and realized that the battle situation was completely beyond his control.

"The first 'Emperor (Caesar)' of Russia, the monarch who left the proper name 'Tsar' for future generations..."

Danic took a deep breath and mentioned the existence that was famous in the history of Europe, no, in the entire world.

"The Thunder Emperor—Ivan the Terrible!"

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boom!

The red lotus fire instantly evaporated the ice and snow within a hundred meters, revealing the scorched earth. Sharp wooden stakes were also reduced to ashes in the flames. Lancer, dressed in an elegant black robe, half-knelt on the ground with difficulty.

"Hmm... How is it possible? My power, my power!"

Vlad III looked at the half of his body burned by the flames in disbelief. His skin was almost charred. The severity of the situation could not be more severe. If it happened to a normal person, it would definitely be fatal. Even his servants would be greatly affected and their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

And such a tragic scene happened just because of a mistake.

Karna, the son of the sun, also frowned slightly and did not continue to chase but stopped where he was.

He and Vlad III, the two lancers, were fighting evenly matched. One controlled thousands of sharp wooden stakes to devour everything like a tide, while the other held a golden spear and burned everything with blazing flames.

Vlad III is the top servant in Romania and has almost reached the limit of a servant. He will never fail no matter who he fights with. Even if three or four ordinary servants attack him together, they are no match for him.

However, as one of the strongest heroes in Indian mythology, Karna himself carries more than one piece of divine weapon. Not only does he have the golden armor that can be said to be absolutely defensive, but the magic spear in his hand, after being wrapped in flames, can produce A-level power even if it is just swung normally.

Looking throughout human history, there are definitely not many heroes who can compare with Karna. No matter how you look at it, he is at the top.

The clash between the two was tit-for-tat, and neither of them was able to gain an absolute advantage, and they have been entangled in a tug-of-war until now.

However, just now, at the moment when ice and snow covered the earth, Vlad III's power suddenly declined, and not just a little bit, it could almost be said that it was cut in half, and he fell from the top servant to a level between first-rate and second-rate.

As a result, Vlad III, who was suddenly struck by a huge change, had no time to react and was engulfed by the sun fire ignited by Karna...

The wooden stakes that served as a barrier had been completely destroyed. Although they had barely survived, they were obviously no longer able to compete with Karna.

“This feeling… could it be that this land has been taken away by someone?”

Black Lancer clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"Damn invaders! How dare you, how dare you, once again, defile my country!"

Karna stared at Vlad III expressionlessly. Although he did not know the details of what happened, he had the "perception of a poor man" and the ability to see the essence of things through the surface, so he could understand what had happened to Vlad III.

"King of the Black Faction, your power is no longer as strong as before. Even if you can defeat me now, you will not have achieved anything."

The handsome and white-haired son of God said calmly: "Back off, you are no match for me now."

He did not mean to be sarcastic or arrogant. He just told the truth about Vlad III's current situation. His advice was from a warrior's perspective and he did not want to win unfairly. He was truly sincere and well-intentioned.

——However, Vlad III did not think so.

"You let Yu escape?!"

The Black Lancer stared at Karna, then supported himself and stood up again.

"Faced with the enemy invading our territory, do you think I will run away?"

"Feel sorry."

The Son of the Sun was slightly moved, then calmed down and spoke seriously and solemnly.

"Indeed, a warrior's courage will not change because of his strength, and the king's will will not be shaken by such things. I am just wishful thinking. You are a king with a noble soul and dignity... In this case, continue this battle. I will still go all out!"

"Ha ha!"

Vlad III gripped his spear tightly: "Then let's fight again, Red Lancer!"

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"Get out of the way..."