Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Oh, to disregard human life and despise living beings, this is the oppressor! Hmm... is it time to rebel? O oppressor, wash your neck clean and savor my love!"

The figure dressed as a Roman gladiator passed the stunned hunters, brandished a Roman short sword, cut a path through the dense forest, and strode forward with fervent steps toward the distant castle.

The hideous scar seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.

The lash from injustice is the medal of the rebel.

The old hunter watched the departing figure, slowly lowered his rifle, silence masking his panic, respect overpowering his fear.

Above, a bird golem with a single eye flapped its wings and flew, keeping a close eye on the gladiator's every move, faithfully transmitting the surveillance footage to the terminal.

Meanwhile, inside the Yggdomirenia Castle.

As the patriarch Danic gazed at the red Berserker, who had been tirelessly traveling day and night to this point, in the crystal ball, a smile played on his lips, as if he were looking at a precious gem waiting to be sculpted.

It seems that it's not just our side that's prone to making mistakes.

He seems to have a way of making up for the loss of Assassin.

Chapter 45 The Roaring Wounded Beast (4.3k)

In the family hall, Darnick, the head of the Thousand World Tree family, ascended the high platform, waved his magic wand, and displayed the projection of the crystal ball to everyone, then spoke in a deep voice.

"Gentlemen, according to the latest news, this Servant is advancing straight towards Yggdrasilia Castle day and night. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the Red Team's Berserker."

Alone? Acting alone?

As the crowd watched the screen, they couldn't help but frown and ponder the tenacious figure charging through the smoke and explosions, laughing heartily.

"Then uncle,

What are your plans for this?

After a brief silence, a beautiful young woman in a wheelchair, dressed in a white family dress, with brown hair and blue eyes, glanced at him, seemingly understanding something, and spoke first.

Fiore Fulvigia Thousand World Tree, the current head of the Fulvigia family, a lineage of magicians. Possessing a rare magical circuit, a rarity seen only once in a century, she is a prodigy in spirit summoning and ergonomics, even surpassing the Thousand World Tree lineage's head, Danic, in talent.

The girl's legs were paralyzed because the magic circuits had deteriorated. To cure her legs, the magic circuits on her legs must be removed, which means she has to give up being a magician.

Fiona, of course, refused to give up easily. In order to replace her legs that could not walk, she used her dexterity to design a connection-enhancing magical artifact to assist her in movement and combat.

Four prosthetic arms, forged from a special magical alloy, were attached to his back.

Each prosthetic arm has an animal, specifically a dog's spirit, attached to it. It can move according to Fiore's will and automatically protect its owner as needed, making it quite convenient.

Strictly speaking, this auxiliary device differs from the Moon Spirit Elixir designed by Kenneth El-Melloi. It only memorizes the minimum action patterns, because memorizing diverse patterns would exceed the thinking limits of an animal spirit. In other words, its offensive power is slightly inferior to the Moon Spirit Elixir. However, conversely, in terms of defense—that is, protecting its master—it fully utilizes the animal's reflexes, making it extremely difficult for ordinary Mystic Codes to break through.

Therefore, this beautiful young woman in a wheelchair is not as weak and harmless as she appears.

Incidentally, due to her hidden girlish heart, Fiore keeps her four prosthetic arms as pets and names them Aster, Blanca, Comet, and Wolf. This secret is known only to her younger brother, Corles.

Behind the young girl, a gentle middle-aged man with brown hair and green eyes, dressed in a brown Greek-style skirt and coat, was pushing a wheelchair and stood quietly. A brown ponytail hung down behind him, indicating the man's unique identity.

Chiron the Great Sage, a famous hero and mentor of ancient Greece, the Black Archer, and also a Servant summoned by Fiona.

The girl's initial plan was to use the blood-stained poisoned arrow as a catalyst, combined with her superb spirit summoning skills, to summon the legendary Hercules.

However, by a twist of fate, the great sage Master Ma, who also had a significant connection with poison arrows, was summoned by Fiona.

Although the result was not satisfactory, Chiron is still a top-tier fighter in the Black faction.

Therefore, this top-tier Master and Servant naturally have considerable influence in family council meetings.

At this moment, Danic, who understood that his niece had guessed the clue, was also very satisfied with Fiona's quick wit and spoke leisurely.

"Since our opponent is attacking alone, we certainly can't let such a good opportunity pass us by. If all goes well, we might even be able to make the red side's Berserker our pawn."

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts stirred, and they couldn't help but exchange thoughtful glances.

In the center of the hall sat a middle-aged man dressed in a solemn black robe, with silver hair flowing down his shoulders and a full beard. His every move exuded an air of authority.

His yellowish-brown pupils, faintly etched with vertical lines, looked down at his Master, resting his chin on one hand and murmuring with amusement.

"Danick, let me hear your tactics."

"Yes, my king."

Standing to the side, Danic, like a subject, raised his hand to his chest and bowed his head respectfully, showing the utmost reverence for the person before him.

Of course, this was indeed a real king in history.

Vlad the Conqueror, also known as Vlad III, was once the king who ruled Romania and a great national hero in the country's history. His fame in Romania is comparable to that of Hercules, the Greek god of strength, Cú Chulainn, the Irish god of light, and Arthur, the English knight king.

Vlad III was originally the Grand Duke of Wallachia. "Cepez" means "piercing" in Romanian, so he was also known as the "Piercing Duke".

His father, Vlad II, was known as "Dracul" (Romanian for "dragon") and thus as "the Great Prince of the Dragon," hence his name "Dracula." This was not originally a term for vampire; it actually meant "son of the dragon," "little dragon prince," or "dragon prince."

He once led the small country of Romania to single-handedly defeat the arrogant Mehmed II, protecting the Christian world.

It should be noted that at that time, Mehmed II had just conquered Constantinople and destroyed the Eastern Roman Empire. His military might was at its peak, and the countries of Western Europe were all trembling with fear under the threat of the Ottoman Turks.

Romania served as an outpost during that war. Faced with an overwhelming disparity in troop strength, Vlad III, who ruled the entire country, ordered all residents of the capital to flee to the Vorgraš Mountains. With the capital virtually empty, a scorched-earth policy was implemented. Romania faced an Ottoman army of 150,000 with only 10,000 troops.

When the Ottoman army arrived at the city, they were met with the sight of more than 2 Turkish soldiers with pierced wounds.

A three-kilometer-long, one-kilometer-wide field of pierced corpses stands around Budapest's castle, littered with countless impaled bodies. Its strangeness and grotesqueness...

The stench completely demoralized the brave Turkish soldiers.

In the end, Muhammad II left behind a single sentence.

"I'm not afraid of anyone. But demons are a different story."

Subsequently, this ambitious and capable monarch chose to withdraw his troops. The Ottoman Empire, after its later occupation of Wallachia, also continued to recognize autonomy due to this psychological trauma.

The Christian world thus survived the crisis and gained a chance to prolong its existence.

For this reason, Flanders III is also known as the "Shield of Christ".

Ironically, it was precisely because Vlad III was so cruel that the Christian world he had fought so hard to protect during his lifetime was used as the model for the vampire Count Dracula. The name "Dracula" thus replaced the original family honor and the steadfastness of the guardian general, becoming a symbol of the stigma associated with vampires.

Therefore, Vlad III, as a follower, utterly detested the title of vampire.

Strictly speaking, Vlad III, who became the model for Dracula, possessed an almost obsessive sense of justice, and his words and actions were far cleaner than those of the clergy in the church.

However, because his homeland Wallachia was a small country sandwiched between the powerful Turkey and Hungary, it was full of turmoil, chaos and betrayal. He spent a tragic life in this country where his father was assassinated, his brother was buried alive, and he fought with his younger brother.

Therefore, this fastidious sense of justice is also shrouded in bloody cruelty.

Legend has it that he showed no mercy and executed one-fifth of his people in his lifetime. Even relatives who tried to stop him were treated as pests and driven away.

On the eve of the war, Vlad III, who was summoned by Danic in advance, once single-handedly confronted 50 elite magicians of the Magic Association, killing 49 of them and seriously injuring one in just 30 seconds.

All 49 people who were executed were impaled on iron stakes and turned into dried meat hanging on them, a very bloody scene.

This ruthless and unforgiving nature is probably the reason why he has been stigmatized by the Western world.

At this moment, Vlad III, having listened to his Master's words, glanced at the assembled Servants and Masters below the stage with his brown eyes, slowly rose, and solemnly spoke.

"Gentlemen, the glorious battle is about to begin. Let us follow me to meet the invading enemy!"

"Your Majesty, I will obey your command."

The Servants and Masters in the hall all pounded their right fists on their chests, bowed, and followed in the footsteps of the King of Romania as they stepped out of the castle.

In the darkness of night, Danic, who was following closely behind, watched the members of the Thousand World Tree family set off in a grand procession, his purple eyes flashing with a hint of pride and arrogance.

Saber – Siegfried the Dragon Slayer;

Lancer – Vlad III, the “Guardian General”;

Archer – Chiron, the "Centaur Sage";

Rider – Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors;

Caster – Avisbro, the “founder of the Kabbalistic Magic Foundation”;

Assassin – Jack the Ripper, the "Killer of the Fog City";

Berserker – Frankenstein, the "madman of science".

According to the Yggdrasil family's original plan, Siegfried, the dragon slayer clad in the Blood Armor of the Evil Dragon, was to be responsible for Vlad III's protection, holding off the attacks of the Mage's Association Servants on the front lines. Vlad, with the regional bonus of "Guardian of the Nation," would then dominate the battlefield in Romania as "KazikliBey."

Astolfo and Avisbro were responsible for jointly guiding the control of the Golems, while Chiron provided support by sniping at locations facing a breakout.

Frankenstein creates chaos behind enemy lines to draw attention away from the enemy.

Jack the Ripper, a Master killer and female Servant nemesis, is responsible for spreading the death fog and secretly targeting specific individuals.

In theory, this was a perfect theoretical exercise, but unexpectedly, before the war even started, Assassin turned on his master, Hyoma Sagara, and not only betrayed him directly, but also slaughtered many golems, artificial life forms and magicians sent out by the Yggdrasil family, severely weakening the Yggdrasil family's influence in Romania.

However, the opposing team has now made a blunder by allowing their own Berserker to act alone.

As long as we follow the plan, capture this reckless and injured beast, discipline and train it properly, and then throw it back into the "colosseum" at the crucial moment.

Therefore, this caged lion, once released from its cage, will naturally become a sharp weapon for the Thousand World Tree family to use against the Mage Association, and the previous losses can be perfectly made up for.

Although there was a minor mishap, everything is still going according to plan.

Full of confidence, Danic began to follow in the footsteps of the group of magicians and Servants.

As the man stepped out of the door, Joan of Arc, who had come from the backyard upon hearing the commotion, looked at the empty hall and hesitated to speak.

Even for Ruler, who symbolizes the order of the Holy Grail War, it seems difficult for someone without any foundation to gain the trust of the other party.

In particular, the current head of the Thousand World Tree family, Danic, is a cunning schemer and ambitious man who is good at hiding his true intentions.

One of the characteristics of this special creature is its suspiciousness and cunning.

It seems that, at least for now, it will be no easy task to issue orders and lead this war within the family that the other side has painstakingly built up over many years.

If you want to seize power by force, the things that person gave you could come in handy.

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Finally, the girl looked at the three-stroke Great Command Spell on the back of her hand, pondered for a moment, lowered her hand, and the hesitation on her face turned into a helpless sigh.

Forget it, forcing it now would be tantamount to seizing power in the heat of battle. Let's just take it one step at a time and see.

Joan of Arc, having made a simple judgment, channeled her magic, drew the Sword of Saint Catherine at her waist, grasped it, stood up, and decisively followed.

Meanwhile, in the dense forest surrounding the World Tree Castle.

Boom boom boom!

One after another, explosions rang out, the ground shook violently, dust flew everywhere, and trees and rocks along the way were turned to dust by the strong shockwave.

However, even such a powerful explosion could not stop that swift and agile figure.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

As the battered gladiator leaped out of the pit, two golems with an earthy yellow glow, wielding their massive arms, attacked Spartacus from the left and right.

"Rare Golems" are artificial soldiers made of dirt blocks, stones, and trees produced by the Black Cube Caster Avisbro, and they are extremely powerful in combat.

The concept of this thing can be traced back to ancient Israel, and the basic part of the law is generally believed to have been established between the second and ninth centuries.

However, to elaborate further, the origin of the golem comes from the passage in Genesis in the Bible: "The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being."

In other words, golems were originally a challenge to create "human" beings. Therefore, it can be said that the closer a golem is to a human being, the higher its quality. Of course, this is ultimately the ideal golem envisioned by a Kabbalah sorcerer.

Right now, the powerful and heavy attack brought with it a sharp explosion in the air, and through the moonlight, one could even vaguely see the terrifying twisted ripples.

Clearly, this progenitor of Kabbalah was no ordinary master of golems.

"boom!"

The almost simultaneous cacophony exploded in the air, and Spartacus, with nowhere to gain leverage, crashed to the ground like a falling meteor, raising a cloud of dust.

"Crack!"

However, in the instant of the earthquake, the wounded beast, with its broken bones and ruptured tendons, charged forward with incredible willpower and tenacity, its Roman short sword flashing forward, its unstoppable blade slicing through the hard golem like butter.

"Hahaha, this is delightful! This is delightful!"

Standing amidst a pile of rubble, covered in blood, the gladiator, seemingly on the verge of collapse, let out a hearty, unrestrained laugh.

"Oh, the Suppressor! Is that all you've got? With that, you can't stop a rebellious sword strike!"

From the high vantage point overlooking the battlefield, Darnic, leading his Servants and Mages out in full force, looked at the trapped beast struggling within the encirclement, a cold, disdainful glint in his eyes.

Even the fiercest beast will bow its head when shackled.

Pay the price for your recklessness, gladiator!

As Danic raised his hand, several heroic spirits flashed out and leaped into the dense forest, like a group of hunters chasing their prey.