Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"No, it's no use..."

"Then get out of the way."

Ryori Adano, who was temporarily in command of the air fortress, raised her snake-like sleeve and brushed the distraught old magician aside. She then decisively activated several magic circles from a distance.

Instantly, the magic fortress floating in mid-air opened its lower gates, releasing hundreds of Dragon Tooth Soldiers onto the battlefield. They formed a vast and imposing defensive formation around the King, blocking the advancing gladiator.

However, regardless of whether it was slashing, piercing, or bombardment with magic bullets, which would be fatal to an ordinary person, Spartacus's body continued to recover, and the degree of his self-distortion and the amount of magic power he possessed also increased rapidly.

The heroic spirits present all sensed a hint of danger, their expressions immediately hardening, and they instinctively looked towards the mountain of flesh locked in a stalemate on the battlefield and...

The Taoist priest gazed into the distance.

"Rider, have you had enough fun?"

Just then, the approaching King slowly spoke. Achilles, who was fighting Chiron fiercely, was startled upon hearing this and immediately summoned his Meteor Chariot, maneuvering three divine horses to go and meet the King.

"Oh, oppressor! Let me embrace you!"

Seeing that his target was lost, Spartacus, who had abandoned reason and fallen into utter madness, did not hesitate to chase after the speeding chariot, his limbs moving with astonishing speed.

Along the way, as the accumulated magic power increased, Spartacus's deformed body began to grow even larger, with his injured parts protruding like tumors. When he reached his limit, he became completely monstrous, with eight arms, three of which were like wrists and feet, seemingly boneless, capable of shattering boulders with a single blow like a whip.

Its weight could not be supported by two legs, so it grew a large number of secondary legs like an insect. Its head was squeezed into its neck, and like a dinosaur, its upper and lower jaws protruded from its shoulders. Its eyeballs increased to five, distributed on its shoulders, head, and abdomen.

The ugliness and filth of the world gather here, incompatible with this beautiful world created by God. The mountain of flesh that crawls forward seems to be covered with "blasphemy".

Like a demon crawling out of a hell of corpses and blood, launching an attack on heaven.

"Opponent, ha ha, oppressor! Very well! Let me gain more, let me repay more!"

Spartacus cheered wildly, feeling immense pleasure in this unfinished work. The cysts gradually began to shimmer with a magma-like color, dazzling and intense.

This power to constantly surpass one's own limits is the will to defy fate!

The king, seated on his chariot, turned back with a smile, then kicked Achilles aside, seized the reins, and after a sharp turn, abruptly veered off course, unexpectedly veering towards the towering shadows to his rear.

That was an ancient castle.

The headquarters of the Yggdrasil family.

Boom!

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted, and a massive mushroom cloud shot into the sky. The entire Thousand World Tree Castle was reduced to dust, like a sapling battered by a raging storm, with bricks and tiles turning to rubble and the ground being torn apart layer by layer.

As the members of the Thousand World Tree were watching the fight from the sidelines, a complex word flashed through their minds as the intense white light illuminated their vision.

Hey!

Chapter 50 I acted as a pimp for my master! (4.5k)

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the ashes-covered crowd lifted the rubble off their bodies and climbed up from the ruins.

Gazing at the ruins of the ancient castle, which had mostly collapsed, and the charred, black crater emitting blue smoke, the magicians and Servants of the Thousand World Tree were slightly stunned.

They had seen heroic spirits before.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone self-destruct right from the start.

Moreover, no one expected that the guy who was so righteous and determined to take on this rebellion would actually turn around and use them, the innocent bystanders, as a shield.

It's so shameless!

Not here?

At the edge of the crater, Samael, aboard the chariot, ignored the murderous gazes fixed on him, stroked his chin, and looked out at the collapsed ancient castle below, a hint of surprise on his face.

Hmm? What's that? That's interesting...

The ancient serpent's downward-looking eyes seemed to have discovered something, and a playful, intrigued expression appeared on its handsome face, which was slightly creased.

"asshole!"

At this moment, Danic, who was the first to recover from the shock, looked at his hard-earned business, which had been reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye. His eyes widened in fury, and he immediately raised his arm, activated the Command Spell, and roared the command to his ace.

"Lancer, kill them!"

This time, the usually respectful and hypocritical magician no longer cared about those pretentious formalities.

Instantly, Vlad III, who had been forcibly summoned, transformed into an ominous red and black light, appearing before his Master. He reformed his body, raised his hand to grasp his target, and coldly chanted.

"My path is stained with blood, my spear is your tombstone, iron armor, fingertips of stakes—piercing the fortress!"

In an instant, the powerful concept of "piercing" transformed into sharp, red-black iron stakes across Romanian soil, encircling and attacking the culprit that had just caused all of this.

That chariot that shifted the blame eastward, and that treacherous and cunning king.

"Xanthos! Balius! Pedasos!"

Achilles, amidst the terrifying steel jungle, remained calm and shouted out the true names of his three divine horses.

Instantly, the magic within the riders, who were of one mind, surged, and they accelerated rapidly, using high-difficulty drifting and cornering to bypass the iron stakes protruding from the ground and quickly escape.

"You think you can just walk away after invading our territory? Not so easy!"

Seeing how slippery the creature in the thorny jungle was, Vlad III, equally enraged, immediately made a cold grab in the air, intending to unleash the full potential of his [King of Execution] talent and completely annihilate the outsider who had entered his territory.

"Suriye, please see the truth!"

Just as the iron stakes were about to block the chariot, a solemn murmur rang out, and a blazing red sun suddenly appeared in the night sky.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, blazing fireballs rained down from the sky, instantly burning away the iron stakes that formed the enclosure and clearing a wide path for the speeding chariot.

"Lancer, he seems to resemble me."

They have them too.

The King, seated atop his chariot, glanced back at Vlad III, whose face was ashen, then lazily yawned and smiled at Karna in mid-air.

"He's in your hands now, is that alright?"

Karna nodded slightly, said nothing, and decisively swooped down with his gun, blocking Vlad III who was pursuing him.

Immediately, the battle on the divided battlefield became a stalemate.

Romania's guardian ghost clashes with the son of the sun god from ancient India; the Greek centaur sage and the Trojan War put on a show of acting prowess; Siegfried the dragon slayer and Mordred the Knight of the Round Table fight to a standstill; the stubborn Frankenstein's monster and the agile huntress chase each other through the forest...

Finally, the founders of the Kabbalah continued to create puppets on the spot, which, together with the assembled deformed artificial life forms, blocked the gap in the collapsed World Tree Castle, filling the gap in their own forces caused by the shock wave, in order to counter the large number of Dragon Tooth soldiers deployed by Vainglory Sky Garden and to stop the white wave of skeletons surging on the horizon.

"Everyone, if there's nothing else, I won't bother you any longer. You guys have fun, I'm leaving now."

At this moment, Samael, sitting leisurely on his chariot, looked at the red and black sides locked in fierce combat and suddenly felt superfluous. So he politely waved goodbye to Vlad III and Danic, who were somewhat caught up in the moment, with a sense of apology.

However, after their castle was destroyed and they were taken for a ride, Danic and Vlad III were so enraged by this sarcastic greeting that they felt like vomiting blood.

Darnic glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the group of his own Servants who were locked in combat with their opponents, and finally spotted a certain slacker sneaking away in a corner, which enraged him.

"Rider, what are you doing?"

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Caught red-handed, Astolfo immediately pounded his back and waist, feigning exhaustion and weakness, trying to exonerate himself.

"Don't do it yet!"

Seeing the patriarch's anger, Serena, who had been swept by that sinister gaze, quickly raised the Command Seal in her hand and frowned as she urged her servant who was just there for show.

Well, I hate fighting the most, so why can't I always avoid it?

The twelve warriors of Charlemagne, naturally optimistic and active, muttered to themselves as they waved upwards.

"Chirp—!"

Suddenly, accompanied by a sharp and loud low cry that echoed across the battlefield, a strange creature with the upper body of a griffin and the lower body of a horse swooped down from the magic circle that appeared in mid-air, flapped its wings and landed beside its master.

The Eagle, a magical beast born from the griffin and the mare, is a mythical beast that is "almost impossible to exist." Its bloodline is inferior to that of the griffin, which is a beast of the divine age. Its charge attack is comparable to a missile, and it has a flight speed of 400 kilometers per hour, making it incredibly maneuverable.

However, its true trump card is not its rapid dash speed, but a hidden ability called "Dimensional Jump." As the eagle shrieks, both the eagle and its rider vanish into a blurry form, evading all forms of observation and even reappearing elsewhere. Even powerful area-of-effect attacks cannot harm a single hair on its head.

laugh!

In an instant, with the cry of a hawk, Charlemagne's warrior, mounted on his beloved pet's back, along with his chariot, blurred into a blur during the charge, suddenly appearing above the enemy's speeding chariot, lance in hand, diving towards the target.

Joan of Arc, standing on the edge, caught sight of the spear tip aimed directly at the head of the ancient serpent. She instinctively wanted to speak, but she stopped herself and lowered her arm.

That's the enemy's [King]. If we can hit him, we'll win.

Because the event happened so suddenly, the centaur sage in the shadows and the great Greek hero at the forefront were engaged in a fierce battle.

It seems that the unsuspecting king is about to fall victim to a careless test.

However, the ancient serpent, with its back to Astolfo, calmly gazed at the distant night, a pleased smile playing on its lips in the darkness.

coming……

"Buzz!"

At the same time, accompanied by a vast tremor, a blazing light pierced the sky, burning fiercely in the darkness, like a blazing white meteor, carrying a long tail of flame as it fell towards the battlefield.

Astolfo, who was directly hit in mid-air, felt his hair stand on end and his soul tremble. Instinctively, he performed another "dimensional jump" to escape the area shrouded in white light.

"boom!"

In an instant, white light fell, and the turbulent ethereal currents stirred up a raging storm that stretched across the heavens and the earth.

"Everyone, stop!"

In an instant, amidst solemn contemplation, a magnificent spear with a silver cone-shaped tip and golden patterns branded along its spine emerged from the sandstorm. With a casual swipe, the dust that blotted out the sky seemed to be soothed by some powerful force, and drifted away and settled.

A silver-haired female knight with a harp case on her back, holding a spear and shield, stood before Achilles' chariot.

The black church uniform on her upper body and the cross epaulets on her arms confirmed her identity.

A Knight Templar from the Holy Church.

It was her sudden appearance that disrupted the battle.

"Lizbefell? The Fortress Saintess of the Church? Aren't you supposed to only mediate the Holy Grail War? Why are you interfering in our internal strife as we search for the origins?!"

Seeing the unexpected turn of events, Danic frowned, looked around suspiciously, and questioned them.

And in the mouth of this eloquent con artist

In this context, the Holy Grail War is naturally categorized as a conflict and dispute within the Mage's Association.

According to established practice, the church has no right to interfere.

"I am the newly appointed mediator of the Tulifas region. I have come here specifically to inform you that the rules of this Holy Grail War have changed. The outcome will be decided in a game similar to a strategy game, with each side having seven official Servants and one assigned King Pawn."

Capture the opponent's king piece to win;

Defeat all seven riders to win;

Capture the enemy's base and win!

The victor has the right to an audience with the gods and to present their demands!

Standing on the battlefield, Liz Byfi ignored Danic's questions and succinctly explained the new rules.

"Rule changes? On what grounds?! This is our Mage Association's own business. When did it become the Church's place to interfere!"

Ignored, Danic felt his blood boil and retorted with a livid face.

"Because the Holy Grail is a blessing from God on earth! And because I have it in my hands!"

The fortress saintess, her words ringing out with conviction, slammed her magnificent spear into the ground.

In an instant, invisible ripples spread out, and the surging stream of light divided the world into two distinct halves.

Half belong to the Yggdrasil family, and half belong to the Magic Association.

The Spear of Longinus!

Danic's expression changed slightly as he looked at the magnificent object in Liz Byfie's hand, which resembled a pillar of light reaching the sky.

As long-time rivals in the mysterious world, the Holy Church and the Magic Association have clashed many times and often studied each other's backgrounds.

So after thousands of years of exploration, they have come to know to some extent what each other's cards are up their sleeves.

There is a passage in the Bible that says that on Friday the 13th, the day Jesus was crucified, the Jews demanded that his body be removed from the cross because they said that criminals should not be executed on the Sabbath, a Saturday.

Because Jesus was to be removed, a Roman centurion named Longinus, in an attempt to confirm whether Jesus was truly dead, pierced his body with a spear. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the entire spear red, but the spear did not break his ribs, which perfectly matched the prophecy in the Old Testament.

Because this spear was stained with the blood of Jesus, it became the Holy Lance, capable of destroying all evil in the world. Later generations called it the Spear of Destiny. Because the soldier's name was Longinus, the spear was called the "Spear of Longinus."

Legend has it that whoever wields this spear will subjugate all within a 120-foot radius, and the wielder will be able to control the fate of the world. However, the one who loses it will die instantly. In the ancient Roman Empire, this spear became a symbol of power, and many illustrious monarchs wielded this spear to win countless battles.