Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Moreover, these magical creations are fearless and composed entirely of hard bones, with no fatal weaknesses. Combined with the secret techniques of the Age of Gods, they are far more efficient and superior killing weapons than the artificial life force of the Yggdrasil clan, which only gleaned a superficial understanding of the artificial human technology of the Einberen family.

Ho ho ho ho!

Moments later, the Dragon Fang soldiers, braving a hail of arrows, javelins, magic bullets, and acid, broke through the range of the fire and charged toward the deformed artificial life form.

Skeletons with eerie phosphorescent glows in their eye sockets mercilessly tore apart these artificial life forms that had just been conceived in the underground magic workshop of the Thousand World Tree family.

Under the overwhelming onslaught of the Dragon Fang Soldiers, the pale white defensive line at the front of the Thousand World Tree Castle was quickly torn open with several gaps.

However, after the initial battle, neither side, having gained some understanding of each other's tactics, showed any significant emotional fluctuations.

For both the attackers and the defenders: everything is just beginning.

as predicted.

With the earth trembling and rumbling, earthen and stone golems, several meters tall and constructed from hard rock and metal, emerged from the magic circle. They then took heavy steps out of the artificial lifeforms' ranks, rumbling through the gap like heavy tanks.

The swinging arms, like giant battering rams, smashed the Dragon Tooth soldiers charging into the enemy ranks into scattered bone fragments.

The sturdy defense prevented the numerous Dragon Tooth Soldiers from budgering the earth and stone golem's shell, despite their repeated hammering and smashing.

On the contrary, these tall golems were able to easily peel off the dragon tooth soldiers hanging on their bodies and continue charging forward.

Meanwhile, the artificial life form group, which was originally at a disadvantage, actually pushed back the compressed front line by using the sturdy earth and stone golems as spikes and cover.

The golem technology, originating from the Kabbalah lineage, has actually reached a level comparable to that of low-ranking Servants. It must be said that Avisbro's craftsmanship is indeed commendable.

Samael, sitting quietly on his throne, watched the stalemate on the battlefield and nodded in silent evaluation.

At this moment, through the changing magical projections, the Assyrian Empress, who was in charge of the first round of attacks, noticed the defeat of the vanguard. She frowned slightly and snorted softly. With her right hand, she drew wedge-shaped divine runes in front of her, and a cold smile appeared on her upturned lips.

"TiamtumUmu (The Black Coffin of the Eleventh), activate! Behold the majesty of the Mother Goddess, for this is your honor!"

Accompanied by a deep chant, the eleven black panels suspended around the courtyard rippled with light, and eleven compressed red and black ethereal light bullets, like falling meteorites, trailed long fiery tails.

They bombarded the positions of the Thousand World Tree family.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, violent roars rose and fell, and the earth trembled violently.

As the dust settled, through the magic projection, a dozen bottomless, charred black craters appeared in the center of the battlefield. One after another, earthen and stone golems, resembling heavy tanks, melted and disintegrated under the intense heat and powerful shockwaves, turning into a pile of collapsed rubble.

As for the hundreds of artificial lifeforms that followed the golem as infantry, they turned into puddles of ashes.

Inside the Thousand World Tree Castle, Danic, who was watching the battle through a crystal ball, estimated the losses. His eyes swept over the family's heavily wounded troops on the battlefield, and he looked up at the eleven strange black plates rotating in mid-air, his gaze filled with a trace of apprehension.

What terrifying destructive power!

Inside the courtyard hall, the Assyrian empress, exuding an air of languor and decadence, smiled with pleasure upon seeing her attack succeed.

Tiamtum is the etymology of the ancient Babylonian earth goddess Tiamat, while Umu refers to the eleven monsters created by Tiamat.

Given this name, her meticulously crafted magical weaponry naturally possesses considerable power; theoretically, each one could easily destroy an army.

The creator of rare golems? The originator of "Kabbalah" magic?

The patriarch of the Yggdrasil clan? A magician granted the title of Grand Master by the Clock Tower?

But that's it!

Let me, an Assassin who "slightly" knows a little magic, teach you what the "generation gap" between the age of gods and the modern era is!

The Assyrian Empress snapped her fingers and summoned the [Ten Black Coffins], which hovered and rotated. The ether in the air frantically gathered and compressed, and huge light bullets condensed from the interwoven magic array before suddenly bombarding the ancient castle of the Thousand World Tree Clan.

Bang bang bang!

However, amidst the roar, the countless iron stakes protruding from the ground transformed into an indestructible red and black fence, withstanding the bombardment of light bullets one after another. Behind the layers of iron stakes, the Thousand World Tree Castle remained unscathed.

The king of Romania has made his move.

whispering sound!

Semiramis, standing in the hall, frowned in displeasure, expressing her stern contempt for this unsportsmanlike behavior.

"Tsk tsk, this kind of exceptional venue advantage is indeed a bit tricky."

Samael, seated on his throne, glanced at the rows of iron stakes that formed the thorny fortress, and couldn't help but shake his head and mutter to himself. He then raised his hand to stroke his chin, pondered for a moment, and turned to look at the Assyrian empress beside him, asking her a question with some lingering reluctance.

"Speaking of which, is there really no way for the [Courtyard] to extract the Holy Grail from the Yggdrasil Castle?"

"Of course not!"

Semiramis rolled her eyes at her superior and dismissed the ancient serpent's wild idea with a disgruntled expression.

"Although the Holy Grail has a physical form, it is essentially a high-purity magic cube, and it is often connected to the earth's ley lines, which can be used to conceal its aura. Under normal circumstances, it is not easy to make it appear in advance by external force, let alone in enemy territory, where they hold this trump card with an exceptional field bonus."

Samael grumbled sullenly upon hearing this.

Why is it that I never get the good opportunities that come from shortcuts? This is so unlucky.

In fact, according to Samael's "history," Semiramis's Hanging Gardens of Vanity should have been able to draw the Greater Grail from beneath the Yggdrasil Castle during the Holy Grail War in Tulipas.

However, seemingly due to a deviation in "history," the Holy Grail obtained by Danic of the Yggdrasil Clan is merely a general wishing container formed from high-purity magic blocks, rather than the genuine, large-scale version forged by Justi with her own bloodline in the Fuyuki City underground, incompatible with the Turifas ley lines, and impossible to conceal.

Therefore, the tactics Semiramis used in "history" cannot be replicated here.

"I still can't sense the location of the Holy Grail. If you want the Holy Grail to appear, it seems you'll have no choice but to honestly flatten the entire defense line of the Yggdrasil family."

The Assyrian queen spread her hands, exuding a lazy and decadent aura, indicating that she could not help.

Then, seemingly realizing that her passive-aggressive attitude was a bit too obvious, Semiramis paused and snorted softly.

"Perhaps by drawing out their trump card—the one that can manipulate the earth's veins—I can try to sense the approximate location of the Holy Grail again."

"So, we still have no choice but to take the hard line?"

Samael sighed and rolled his eyes slightly.

hum!

The moment the ancient serpent lowered its head and began to chant, the air outside the courtyard trembled violently. The overwhelming red and black iron stakes coalesced into a ferocious dragon, which, taking advantage of the moment when the [Ten and One Black Coffins] was recharging, surged toward the main hall.

At the same time, the green-haired youth, who was leaning against the door with a cross-shaped pistol in his arms, suddenly opened his eyes, abandoning his lazy demeanor, and a silver round shield appeared in his palm.

The shield is engraved with night, earth, and sky.

The sun, the moon, and the stars.

Gods, nation, and people

Soldiers, thieves, and sacrifices

Poetry, life and death

And the endless sea that surrounds it.

In an instant, Achilles threw the round shield and shouted its true name—

"A small world surrounding the heavens (AchillesCosmos)!"

A solemn call echoed across the sky, and layers of light patterns resembled flowers.

Like a bud, it blooms from the upward-thrown silver round shield.

Puff puff puff!

The dense array of iron stakes crashed down, constantly striking the bud-shaped light curtain, only to be shattered and submerged by the ripples of the endless sea.

红黑色的恶龙最终被生生拒之于这片璀璨的世界之外，只能向闪光的英雄，发出无能的怒吼。欢;:迎""进"!入【,!夜;袭";;的":月:费.'群;:】:..4:9.,"3:""6!，1:3";5."

"Goodness, why are you even more anxious than me? Am I that hateful?"

Samael glanced up at the torrent of red and black iron stakes overhead, touched his face, and complained in annoyance. Then, the flippant look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold glint.

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!"

As that profound gaze swept across the hall, Karna, Achilles, Atalanta, Mordred, and other heroic spirits transformed into specks of light, falling towards the stalemate on the front lines of the battlefield.

Chapter Sixty: This Fog, I Poisoned You (4.6k)

On the battlefield, the sounds of several heavy objects falling to the ground echoed across the land, and dust billowed up.

"He's mine, and you're not allowed to take him from me!"

The impulsive Mordred, like a herd of wild horses, wielded a scarlet greatsword and preemptively chose her opponent, facing a silver-haired youth with two horns on his head and wearing red and black armor, who was guarding the left flank of the Thousand World Tree Castle.

Fighting me would be pointless...

So I will try my best not to make this battle boring!

As the clear and fierce fighting spirit rushed towards him, Siegfried, who had maintained a humble posture with his head bowed, slowly straightened his back, his vertical pupils bursting with corresponding sharpness as he looked at the cold sword blade and slowly raised the holy sword Balmuk with both hands.

In an instant, the two figures intertwined, sword light flashed in all directions, the dark blue light pillar and the scarlet blood curtain collided with each other, and layers of visible twisted light patterns spread out, and the strong shock wave lifted up layers of land.

Dragon's Bloodline and Dragon Slayer;

Knights and knights;

Thus begins the duel between swordsmen!

Rumble!

At that moment, the earth roared, and Achilles, who followed closely behind and burst out of the dust, also drove his chariot drawn by three divine horses, charging towards the right flank of the Thousand World Tree Castle on the battlefield.

puff!puff!

But a sharp whooshing sound rang out as two arrows, moving with the force of thunder, struck Achilles in the left shoulder and right thigh in the blink of an eye, abruptly halting the cavalryman's unstoppable charge.

On the tower, Chiron, standing against the wind, slowly drew back his bowstring once more, his once gentle eyes now revealing a scrutinizing glint in the night.

Achilles, let this temporary test show me how much you've improved.

Click!

Achilles, atop his chariot, brandished his lance, casually severing the fletchings of two arrows from his shoulder. He gazed at his mentor atop the tower, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Teacher, you started this, so I won't hold back.

If you get beaten up, don't cry!

Immediately, Achilles blew his whistle, calling to his companions, tightening the reins, and bursting into hearty laughter.

"Xanthos! Balius! Pedasos! Go! It's our turn! Hahahaha!"

In an instant, the three divine horses, having received the order, surged forward with waves beneath their hooves, neighing and charging, leaving irregular arc-shaped trajectories as they nimbly dodged various obstacles on the battlefield and arrows flying from the front, like a dazzling shooting star piercing the sky.

Teachers and students;

Heroes and heroes;

The war between teachers and successors has also begun.

At the same time, seemingly to demonstrate their status as the masters, three streams of light also rushed out from the Thousand World Tree Castle and attacked the aerial fortress that controlled the airspace in the sky.

Atalanta, who had taken advantage of the terrain, set her sights on Frankenstein, the android who was rampaging through the forest.

Hundreds of fully charged counterattack spells were unleashed in succession within the aerial garden, weaving a dense curtain of death light that caused Astolfo, who was riding his eagle in mid-air, to scream and be in grave danger.

It is truly an underestimation that a mere ant on the ground would dare to set foot in the temple of God.

Semiramis, in the main hall, swirled her wine glass, glanced lazily at Astolfo who was preoccupied in mid-air, pursed her lips and hummed softly, then casually snapped her fingers elegantly.

Instantly, the eleven black panels lit up again, their shimmering purple-red arcs intertwining and converging before striking the gap that had been torn open in the Thousand World Tree Castle with lightning speed.

The intense, radiant light engulfed the heavens and earth, and the dilapidated ancient castle within it was on the verge of disintegrating.

"Build with the legacy of filth—my fortress! My iron wall!"

However, accompanied by a chilling murmur, countless iron stakes rose from the ground, like a dense thicket of thorns, enveloping the Thousand World Tree Castle layer by layer, just as the arc of a falling comet was swallowed up by the tragic crimson.

A moment later, the lingering smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a tall, slender figure with thick white hair and dressed in black, standing proudly in the open space before the castle's breach amidst the thorny thicket, like a cruel king ravaging the earth and inflicting extreme punishment on his enemies.

"You still dare to set foot on my territory? Since that's the case, then I will bestow upon you true despair and fear!"

Vlad III, his right hand resting on a spear, a sinister and cruel look spreading across his cold face, waved his hand, and a spear on the ground...

The iron stakes, like guided missiles, are all aimed at the sky garden suspended in the clouds.

boom!

But the instant Vlad III raised his hand, a blazing golden flame plummeted from the sky, and the violent shockwave melted and destroyed all the iron stakes within a radius of several miles.

The son of the Hindu sun god, clad in golden armor and draped in a scarlet cloak, emerged from the flames and, as always, sought out his former opponent.

Vlad III withdrew his fingers, gripped the gun with both hands, and nodded solemnly.

"Lancher of the enemy, you are worthy to be my opponent. In order to win, I will show you my full strength."