I really didn't want to burn it.

Li Ang turned his head to the side, seemingly disdainful of continuing to communicate with Diarmuid.

Standing in the middle, Joan of Arc advised, "We are all on the same side, you two should stop arguing."

Seriously, why am I always the peacemaker? Even when I turn evil, it's still the same! What's going on?!

Joan of Arc gripped the flagpole tightly, trying to calm herself down.

Little did they know that Diarmuid would turn his attention directly to Joan of Arc.

"Isn't this Joan of Arc, the saint of France? No, no, France no longer exists. You're just a pathetic homeless wretch. Hahaha~"

At this point, Dirumdo couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

Each Servant's situation after Alt is slightly different, but because they are all concentrated manifestations of negative emotions, their attitudes are all very bad.

But it's rare to see someone as annoying as Diarmuid.

It can only be said that extremes meet. The normal version of Diarmuid is too glorious and majestic, which makes the Alt-transformed Diarmuid just a teddy bear that looks fierce but actually has no power.

But no matter what, Diarmuid's comments about Joan of Arc were really too much.

Li Ang quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Joan of Arc.

"Lia, you have no reason to stop me this time, right?"

Li Ang first said something to Artoria Alt behind him, then placed his hand on the red spear that Diarmuid had stuck in the table.

"I'm telling you, you'd better show some respect to women. Otherwise, I'll have Lord Romulus summon your boss's woman to be my maid."

"you dare!"

Diarmuid also placed his hand on his red spear, cracking his knuckles as he vied with Leon for dominance over the Red Rose.

"Hey……"

Artoria Alt let out a long, helpless sigh.

It seems she has given up on disciplining her husband's conflicts with others.

Both Leon and Diarmuid took this helpless sigh as a signal to start a war.

Diarmuid drew his spear with a whoosh, while Li Ang rushed in front of Diarmuid in the blink of an eye, ready to break his nose with a punch.

Bah!

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground and the shockwave spread throughout the combat command center.

Leon and Diarmuid's attack failed; someone blocked their advance.

"Both of you, stop!"

"Joan of Arc, step aside. Which side are you on?"

Leon broke free from Joan of Arc's grip on his fist and gently rubbed his wrist.

"You country bumpkin from Gaul, if you don't move aside, I wouldn't mind taking you down with me!"

Diarmuid also grinned and warned Joan of Arc, who was caught in the middle.

Joan of Arc shouted, "You two... do you really have to show your shamelessness in front of everyone?"

"It's okay, we don't mind."

The dead camel and the gorilla quickly raised their hands to help, looking like they were enjoying the gossip.

"enough!"

Romulus finally spoke, saying unhappily, "If you want to fight, wait until the whole world becomes Rome!"

Li Ang spat in annoyance: "Tch~ This is the second time! I'll remember your life for now."

"Oh? How interesting, to dare to say such a thing in front of the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights."

Despite his sharp tongue, Diarmuid withdrew his spear.

“What you all say makes sense, so I’ve decided to divide you all equally. Half will go to Diarmuid, and you’ll go to the Gallic front to turn Gaul into Rome! The other half I plan to give to King Arthur, and you will protect everyone’s Rome! That will do, Rome!”

"Your will."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Li Ang wisely backed down.

From the very beginning, Li Ang told Romulus's side about his battle plan for this very reason.

Even if Li Ang didn't mention it, someone on Romulus's side would definitely have thought of sending someone to ambush them.

Since that's the case, I might as well just say it myself, and then criticize Diarmuid in various ways to make him come up with a solution that is completely opposite to mine.

Then, Romulus would choose a relatively compromise solution in order to quell the dispute.

And that's exactly what Li Ang wanted.

Romulus's side has a strong high-end combat force. If they don't find a way to split it into two, Nero and Artoria have no chance of winning.

Now that both sides have been split into two groups, the crucial moment of Tian Ji's horse racing strategy is about to begin.

"I wonder which horse is superior and which is inferior?"

Watching Diarmuid lead the Black Army on its grand departure, Li Ang, leaning against the windowsill, said with a smile.

M78 Nebula 756365104

P.S.: Yesterday was such an unlucky day.

It's not easy to stay up late writing, and I'm able to update this in the early hours of the morning.

This inexplicably triggered a bug in the platform's chapter publishing mechanism, causing the chapter update to be released only around 7 a.m. this morning...

It feels so unfair that I, Mimi, am typing this while still sleepy!!! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Chapter 112 World Famous Paintings: Freedom Leads the People (Gudako Version)

"Bah ah..."

Ritsuka spit out sand as she got up from the ground, her mind still in a daze, the ringing in her ears from the explosion cutting her off from the outside world.

She strolled aimlessly across the battlefield, observing everything unfolding before her with the bewildered gaze of an outsider.

The explosion of the magic bullet that just happened at Ritsuka's feet completely stunned her.

Fortunately, the sailor uniform that Li Ang made for Ritsuka was extremely sturdy, which prevented Ritsuka from only experiencing mild tinnitus.

"Well……"

Ritsuka shook her head, recalling what had happened before the explosion.

An hour ago, Ritsuka followed the army out of the Maginot Line and launched an attack on the Black Roman army.

The battle started off very smoothly. Relying on the Noble Phantasm of their Servant Nitocris, "The Mirror of the Underworld," which had an instant-death effect on multiple targets, the allied forces tore open a gap in the enemy's defenses and routed the Black Roman army.

However, the Allied forces' luck ran out there.

With the arrival of Diarmuid's elite Black Roman troops, the offensive and defensive postures of both sides immediately reversed.

Compared to those ragtag armies that resembled the lowest-level zombies in the game, Diarmuid's army was undoubtedly much stronger.

The cavalry charged fiercely, the infantry fought tirelessly, there were also magicians who launched magic attacks at long range, and the aerial superiority of the dragon legion led by Jeanne d'Arc Alter... all of these made this army invincible from any angle, and Ritsuka would even call it the strongest in the Middle Ages.

Faced with such an army, a coalition force consisting only of cavalry and infantry was simply no match.

Moreover, because the enemy's combat strength far exceeded everyone's initial expectations, the morale of the allied soldiers was severely damaged, and soldiers began to desert in various parts of the battlefield.

Although the two sides were still engaged in a chaotic battle, and Mordred's elite troops were also entangled with the enemy, the overall situation was very bad. Even a military novice like Ritsuka could see that the allied forces were retreating.

"What the hell!"

Ritsuka, who was moving through the battlefield, tripped over something under her feet. She looked down and saw that it was a warhorse.

The poor red-maned horse had lost a leg and had a deep gash on its belly, bleeding profusely. But the horse seemed unaware that it was about to die, and it struggled desperately to survive in the pool of blood.

The horse's owner, the knight, lay not far from his mount. Judging from his spherical armor and the blood seeping from the gaps, he was beyond saving.

"Uh... ugh..."

The strong smell of blood made Ritsuka's stomach churn, and she turned over and vomited.

"Mast! Are you alright?"

A woman named Hassan with a ponytail rushed to Ritsuka's side and gently patted Ritsuka's back.

"I'm sorry... you must have found this amusing."

Ritsuka said with a wry smile.

She was not unfamiliar with battlefields, nor was it the first time she had seen corpses.

Ritsuka had previously experienced battlefields in both the Qin Dynasty and Greece.

However, during the Qin Dynasty, Ritsuka only observed from afar, and during the Greek period, she basically stayed on the edge of the battlefield as an observer.

Observing the brutal war up close was an experience Ritsuka had never had before.

The overwhelming stench of blood made Ritsuka feel completely disoriented.

"Mast, this is too close to the front line, you should step back a bit!"

Hyakami said worriedly, trying to keep Ritsuka away from the front lines.

Allowing Mast to remain in the dangerous depths of the battlefield would be a dereliction of duty for a Servant.

As for Ritsuka vomiting, it was nothing to Hyakko. Their Master was just an ordinary person before entering Chaldea, so it was perfectly normal for her to be unable to handle the battlefield.

Karigaka herself doesn't think so.

She rested her hands on her knees, watching the retreating Allied forces, her expression constantly shifting.

"no……"

"Mast?"

"This won't do!" Ritsuka shouted. "We'll lose if this continues!"

At the current rate of retreat, let alone holding off the main force of the Black Roman army until the end of the war, it would be good enough if they were not completely annihilated by the enemy.

"His Majesty Nero said that we have nowhere left to retreat!"

Ritsuka wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up again.

"We must boost morale!"

With courage she didn't know where it came from, Ritsuka ran to the pool of blood and picked up a flag lying in the blood.

The flagpole, made entirely of metal, was extremely heavy, and Ritsuka had to use both hands to barely lift the flag.

"Mast?"

"Hyakuma, gather all your clones!" Ritsuka said with a strained smile. "Let's launch a counterattack!"

Ritsuka may want to take a gamble, but she's not stupid.

Although the Hundred Faces' clones are not strong individually, a Servant is still a Servant, and is definitely stronger than an ordinary soldier of Black Rome.

Ritsuka wanted to use the Hundred Faces Servant clones to push through in one wave, and use local victories to bring hope and morale to the surrounding area.

"Mast, you..."

Bai Mao clearly disagreed with this approach.

Ritsuka clenched her fist: "No problem! Leon said that my Mystic Code can withstand all attacks except for Noble Phantasms!"

"But it's still very risky."

"Bai Mao, your wish is to be remembered in history, right? How about we use this battle of reason to achieve your wish?"

“Mast, you’re too cunning. You know perfectly well that there’s no record of the singularity correction.”

Even so, Ritsuka sensed a smile behind the skull mask.

"However, since it's Master's request, how could I possibly refuse?"

Bai Mao immediately sent out a signal, and the 80 Hassans who were originally scattered across the battlefield began to assemble.

"Great! Let's go!"

Ritsuka smiled radiantly.