Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Perhaps it was an instinct from a wild beast—even though it was a fortified village, Archer could sense the presence of the people inside.

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"In that case, I'll have the 'grunts' line up now."

Assassin raised his hand high, and a giant cauldron, three meters in diameter, appeared before everyone's eyes, seemingly suspended in mid-air. The cauldron passed over the bow of the garden boat and immediately circled back.

Instantly, the slightly yellowed bone fragments inside rained down on the ground. As they landed, the bone fragments grew like plants, eventually forming skeletal soldiers with heads resembling lizards.

"They seem quite fragile."

Archer looked down and pondered.

"Ah, you're right. They are indeed very fragile, incredibly fragile. But in short, there are a lot of them. They are certainly not only for Servants, but they should also be enough to defeat Homunculi. If their Caster is just a grunt like ours, we might be able to take him down."

"Hahaha, that's a really jarring remark. But I doubt any Caster in the world is as eloquent and talented as I am!"

Caster retorted nonchalantly. Assassin had already decided to remain silent.

"The 'black' guys have finally come out."

All that could be seen ahead, except for Archer, was darkness. It seemed that the Yggdrasilian race and their Servants had finally made their move.

This is completely different from the small-scale battles we've seen so far. There are battlefields, soldiers, weapons, and generals. There are territories to be fought over, and more importantly, there is a "king" that must be defeated.

The final battle, with its ultimate goal of complete annihilation, is now just a fleeting moment away. The Servants of the "Red" side are silently awaiting that moment—

The Yggdrasilia clan made a comprehensive prediction of which direction the magicians of the Mage's Association... that is, the "Red" side, would launch their attack, and formulated a meticulous counterattack plan accordingly.

A full-scale assault could be launched from the streets of Torifas, or a large-scale attack could be launched from the east. An aerial surprise attack is also a possibility. However—

"It's really unexpected that they would attack with their territory."

“Black” Archer—Chiron sighed. Before him, “Red” Assassin’s proud “Hanging Gardens of Vanity” floated in the air.

"Archer, how's that going?"

Fiore, standing beside him, asked in a soft voice. A slight tremor could be detected in her voice, but that was only because Archer was her Servant. To an ordinary person, her voice sounded completely unwavering. Archer smiled at his Master, who was striving to remain calm:

"It's stopped... Although this is just my speculation, it seems that the 'Red' team intends to use this grassland as the battlefield."

"So, it's going to be a full-scale battle?"

"Yes, Masters, please move to a safe place. The enemy will probably also use Servants and familiars to build their positions."

"It seems so. They appear to have summoned Dragon Fang Soldiers. It must be to fight against our androids and puppets."

With a thud, Danic landed on the city wall. It turned out that he had just boldly looked around at the fortress floating in the air.

"Uncle..."

"Go inside, Fiore. We can only rely on them to win now."

“You’re right, Danic. Next up is our Servant territory.”

The light particles began to converge, forming the outline of a person. "Black" Lancer—Vlad III—revealed a heroic smile, silently gazing at the floating fortress.

No, it wasn't just Lancer. "Black" Berserker Frankenstein and "Black" Caster Avery Brown were also standing on the city walls, watching the floating fortress.

"I never expected that they would not only step into my territory with such vile things, but also scatter those filthy skeleton soldiers everywhere."

Lancer's expression clearly showed displeasure. The moment they invaded his territory, they were the enemy, they were the conquerors, they were the Ottoman Turks. A strong sense of duty to "kill them all" instantly bound his entire being.

"My lord, let's take refuge in the city first. But if we're going to have a major battle on that grassland, we can fight with our backs to the street. Please fight to your heart's content."

Danic bowed respectfully, while Lancer nodded proudly.

"Ah, let's release Rider and 'Red' Saber first—we must get them on the front lines as well."

"But is that really a good idea? Let's put Berserker aside for now, what about Rider..."

“No problem. Since the other side is eager for a full-scale battle, it would be proper for us to commit our full strength as well.”

"I understand, I'll go right away."

After Danic finished speaking, he turned and left. Fiore followed him and retreated into the city.

"Archer, you and Rider will command the organized android army together."

“Understood, Lancer. But if the 'Red' team's Rider launches an attack, I'll have to be the one to contain him…”

"It's alright, just give some instructions at the beginning. We'll inevitably fall into a chaotic battle sooner or later, and we'll slowly wear them down together with the puppets."

Archer nodded in agreement. Indeed, just as Lancer had said, once the initial attack was over, it would immediately escalate into a battle between Servants.

"And Caster, you stay here and wait. The time to unlock the 'Red' Berserker's shackles is yours to seize."

"Understood. Oh, right. Lancer, as king, you certainly cannot fight on foot. I have had horses prepared."

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Lancer immediately looked at Caster with great interest.

"Of course, it's just something that's been created..."

"That doesn't matter, after all, ordinary horses can't handle a war like this."

Caster brought a giant bronze-iron horse (a golem... a spotted horse made of iron and bronze, with eyes made of rubies and sapphires that shimmered with an eerie light).

"very good."

Lancer smiled contentedly and leaped onto the horse's back. The horse didn't neigh; it simply stood there obediently.

"Oh dear. Lancer wants to ride a horse? Then I really have no place to stand."

A slightly louder voice rang out, instantly creating a tense atmosphere. It was none other than the "Black" Rider—Estolf, who had just been released. He wore an innocent smile and spoke casually to Lancer, who had demoted him to a prisoner.

“Rider, now that things have come to this, I will no longer ask whether you have reflected on your actions. Now show me your strength—show me the strength you have as one of Charlemagne’s twelve warriors.”

Rider suddenly patted his chest and said:

"Yes, leave it to me! This is this person's responsibility, and that is that person's. After all, this war is my mission!"

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"It's good that you understand this. Rider, you and Archer will be in charge of the androids."

"understand!"

Finally, Lancer turned his gaze to Berserker, who was silently watching the floating fortress.

"Berserker, you are free. You can fight to the very end and dance wildly on the battlefield."

"Waaaaah..."

Berserker nodded slightly. She pressed her hands against the edge of the city wall, as if she were about to leap out at any moment.

"So, everyone. Saber is gone, and Assassin is gone too. In their place, we have obtained the 'Red' Berserker, but that is just a 'weapon' to be used and discarded. In other words, we have mobilized all our fighting force."

"On the other hand, the enemy has probably gathered six Servants besides Berserker. 'Red' Lancer and Saber engaged in a fierce battle, and 'Red' Lancer did not suffer any damage from Saber's attacks. Caster and Assassin, who have not yet appeared, are undoubtedly quite troublesome enemies."

That was a statement acknowledging that their side was at a disadvantage. They were simply outnumbered; while the quality was still uncertain, the fact that Saber wasn't present was quite painful.

That's right. Even if it's not an overwhelming disadvantage, the difference in combat strength between the two sides would be enough to lead to their defeat in a normal confrontation.

"So, I have a question for you. Gentlemen, are you prepared to accept defeat?"

Everyone expressed their refusal through words and actions.

The difference in strength was obvious, and the probability of defeat was quite high—but Lancer and the other Servants remained unmoved by this fact. This is what makes a Heroic Spirit. Only those who can laugh off overwhelming disadvantages and desperate situations deserve to be called heroes.

"Yes, that's right. We will definitely win! With this level of difference in combat strength and this level of despair, if we can't persevere, what right do we have to call ourselves heroes!"

He was absolutely right. After all, Lancer's real name was Vlad III, and he was a great hero who repeatedly defended his homeland against the approaching Ottoman Turkish army.

Perhaps the most decisive battle was the invasion by the Ottoman Turks in 1462. Compared to the Ottoman Turks' army of 150,000, Vlad III's Wallachian army numbered only 10,000. However, he exhausted the Ottoman Turkish army with thorough guerrilla warfare and scorched-earth tactics, and after evacuating the people, he left the capital empty to launch a counterattack.

Leading the Ottoman Turkish army was Mehmed II, known as "The Conqueror," who had once captured Constantinople, a city with three layers of defenses. Known for his bravery, he changed his demeanor upon arriving in the capital, Bucharest.

Countless stakes were erected around the fortress, each impaled with the remains of their comrades, their colleagues, their captain—a full twenty thousand Turkish soldiers. The moment they saw this, the hatred for their murdered comrades vanished. It was utterly terrifying—their minds were consumed by such thoughts, gripped by a profound fear of those who carried out this act. Their acts of plunder, ravaging, and slaughter until now were merely the result of accumulating desires. But this was different; the thought itself was utterly horrifying.

That was utterly inhumane. As a result, Mehmed II had no choice but to withdraw his troops. At that time, Mehmed II said something like this:

I'm not afraid of anyone, no matter what kind of person they are. But demons are a different story.

“Those are all barbarians. Those who defile my territory, those arrogant and rude laughers—they are all fools who can only atone with death. Just kill them while laughing. For those who lack the knowledge of terror, we must thoroughly re-educate them with the cowhide whip.”

Although Lancer's words were a bit extreme, they were very easy to understand.

Don't let them go back alive—that was all he wanted to say. And that was also what the other Servants hoped for.

"Then let me lead the way."

Lancer gripped the reins and leaped off the city wall, horse and all. Although the walls and cliffs were over a hundred meters high, the bronze and iron horse made by "Black" Caster remained unharmed even after jumping from such a height.

Like a general with only one man, an army with only one man—Lancer spurred his horse straight towards the enemy camp. Although this was a peaceful grassland, it would likely be reduced to scorched earth after the war.

Having gained subordinates and been resurrected in the modern world, the Fierce King is now once again facing an unfavorable battle. But the situation is just as it always is, so he feels no fear whatsoever.

Before long, the androids and puppets, led by the two Servants, began to gather. Archer and Rider's command was excellent, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a neat and orderly line.

On one side of the army camp, Caster could be seen carrying the sealed Berserker. He was waiting for the right moment to release the Berserker. Although this Berserker's mind was completely broken, a sliver of rationality remained, allowing it to distinguish friend from foe.

After exchanging Masters, his enemies became the "Red" faction's Centaurs. Then, standing alone outside the ranks of androids and puppets was the rational berserker—"Black" Berserker.

The only ones that can be considered as combat power are probably the ten exceptionally talented puppets carefully selected by Caster, and the Servants other than Caster.

Caster pondered beneath his mask—the situation wasn't too dire yet. That was because Archer possessed exceptional strength and insight, and his Noble Phantasm could begin operating immediately once he obtained the "Core."

However, there is only one decisive reason.

That is the fact that "Black" Lancer is Vlad III. This is Romania, and even more so in Transylvania, where his notoriety is at its peak. While power shifts based on notoriety are unlikely to be significant, there is a strong faith in Vlad III here.

Indeed, he was a great hero who saved the country, and also a terrifying figure. A tragic man who laid the foundation for this nation, yet lost everything due to betrayal—the king of this country known to everyone from children to the elderly.

He is now almost at his peak. Moreover, the surrounding area, including this grassland, has been designated as "territory" of his own country under the influence of the skill "Guardian Ghost General".

What I heard from Archer yesterday about the true identity of the "Red" Rider was truly shocking. He is a top-tier Servant with extremely high global recognition.

However, even so—even so, Vlad III should still have some advantage.

Both sides' "armies" were constantly advancing. They initially thought the other side also had a Servant, but it turned out the troops in front were all Dragon Fang Soldiers.

Surprised, Lancer immediately ordered his army to halt. At the same time, the Dragon Fang soldiers also stopped moving.

Knowing that talking to the Dragon Tooth Soldiers would be a waste of effort, Lancer turned his attention to the mobile fortress.

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What exactly are your plans?

Although it wasn't exactly that he heard his words, it was as if he was responding... "Red" Archer fired the first arrow.

"Red" Archer... Atalanta loaded two arrows onto the bowstring of her beloved bow, Tauroporos, aiming not at the vast land before her, but at the night sky illuminated by the hazy moonlight.

The cool, dry wind unique to late autumn ruffled her hair, and the beast's ears twitched slightly.

Time is up.

"With my bow, I beseech the protection of the sun god and the moon goddess."

The arrows began to gleam. Her Noble Phantasm was neither the bow nor the arrow shot from it. Both were merely catalysts. Her Noble Phantasm was the very principle of "loading an arrow onto a bowstring and shooting it."

"To offer up such a disaster... 'The Arrow of Lawsuit'!"

Two arrows shot into the air traced dazzling trajectories as they pierced through the clouds and vanished without a trace. This was the signal fire, the very first arrow.

That was a plea to the gods. Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess. Both were gods deeply connected to the sun and the moon. Apollo was also the god of archery, while Artemis was the goddess of hunting.

As the price Archers pay for seeking protection, their demand is disaster. And this so-called protection... is nothing more than inflicting disaster on the enemy.

The night sky was filled with a faint glow, and a soft sound, like raindrops dancing in the wind, filled the air. But it was no gentle breeze or drizzle. The god of tyranny sought sacrifices, and showered the earth with a torrential rain called calamity.

Countless arrows of light flashed through the air, piercing the homunculi one by one, causing them to fall. Even the normally sturdy golems were shattered by the barrage of arrows. Although the Servants managed to dodge, block, or deflect the attacks, their battle formation was completely disrupted.

Archer, who had been watching this bleak scene with an utterly cold expression, turned around and declared:

"That completes my first strike. Your turn, Rider."

"it is good!"

Rider slapped his knee and, with a joyful expression, began to run forward, leaping from the Sky Garden. He whistled, and a three-horse-powered chariot instantly appeared in the air, catching Rider perfectly as he fell.