Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Master!

In an instant, this sudden change that broke the isolation between the inside and outside caused the heroic spirits of the Thousand World Tree Clan, who were fighting on the front lines, to change their expressions drastically. They immediately withdrew from the battlefield and returned to their defenses.

Inside the combat room, as the smoke and dust dissipated, the saintess stood motionless amidst the rubble. The banner in her hand unfurled and fluttered in the brilliant holy light, protecting herself and even having the power to protect the group of magicians inside.

In contrast, the little killer who got the first move ended up in a much more miserable state.

"Ouch, that hurts! That's too much..."

The white-haired loli lay in the ruins, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Several burn marks appeared on her pale skin. Like a little girl bullied by a delinquent older sister, she whimpered and moaned, her gaze filled with fear as she looked at the dazzling holy light.

As an aggregate of infant spirits, what they fear most is naturally the power of purification.

Therefore, Joan of Arc, as a saint, was quite restrained by Jack the Murderer.

"grown ups……"

Master Rokudou Reika, who was watching the battle through a magic projection in the Grand Hall of the Sky Garden, was heartbroken as she looked at her "daughter's" miserable state. She looked at Samael on the throne with almost pleading eyes.

The ancient snake nodded slightly, its tone calm and steady.

"That's enough, let her leave."

As if granted a pardon, Liu Daolingxia hurriedly raised her arm and, without hesitation, used the command spell in her hand to issue the order to retreat.

At this moment, Jack, who was in a weaker position, immediately transformed into a spirit particle and escaped into the mist.

Joan of Arc subconsciously

She wanted to press her advantage, but as she saw the heroic spirits from the front lines arriving one after another out of concern for their Master's safety, while Vlad III was left behind on the battlefield, her keen sense of war awakened. She suddenly looked up at the front lines and felt a sense of foreboding.

The battlefield situation is constantly changing, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences.

As the heroic spirits who served as the spearheads withdrew from the battle, the entire Thousand World Tree defense line was left vulnerable, like a window without any defenses.

Oh no!

At the same time, as if confirming Joan of Arc's conjecture, the mobile fortress that had been hovering in mid-air once again unfolded its eleven black panels, which resembled flower petals. The converging purple-red ethereal light suddenly shot out and pierced through the window of the Thousand World Tree Castle with overwhelming force, crashing heavily onto the ground at the core of the castle.

Boom!

In an instant, accompanied by the violent tremors and wailing of the earth, the entire World Tree Castle was split in two from its outer wall. The artificially compacted rock blocks, inscribed with reinforcement spells, crumbled and shattered in the blazing stream of ethereal light, revealing the enormous magic workshop beneath the earth, which resembled a black hole.

At this moment, the Assyrian Empress below the steps narrowed her long, phoenix-like eyes, looking with pleasure at a golden light emanating from beneath the ancient castle of the Thousand World Tree, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Finally found you, Holy Grail!"

The king, who had perfectly controlled the pace of the war from his throne, decisively waved his hand and fell.

"All lines, attack!"

Instantly, the aether within the bodies of the allied heroes on the ground surged, allowing them to roam freely across the broken lines of the Thousand World Tree race, as if entering an empty field, easily advancing into the enemy's collapsing barrier.

"mean!"

Realizing that his home had been raided and that he had been deliberately left behind, Vlad III swung his arm to deflect the downward-pressing golden spear wheel and glared angrily at Karna.

Unfortunately, Karna on the other side had no sense of moral self-restraint and continued to fight calmly, asking questions in a nonchalant tone.

"To win the final victory, any means are permissible on the battlefield. Haven't you done the same thing?"

Vlad III, recalling the 20,000 Turkish soldiers he had nailed to the iron stakes, which had intimidated the enemy, frowned and fell silent. He immediately intensified his offensive, intending to eliminate the enemy's reinforcements as quickly as possible and lead the remaining troops to rebuild the defensive line.

Even though Vlad III had the advantage of fighting on home soil, Karna on the other side was no ordinary opponent. His indestructible divine armor and the fiery divine power within him made it impossible for Vlad III to escape in a short time.

Realizing the situation was spiraling out of control, Joan of Arc immediately raised her banners and shouted to quell the unrest and issue orders.

"Stop them! I'm here!"

For a moment, the heroic spirits who had not yet developed sufficient trust and understanding with Joan of Arc were inevitably hesitant.

"Same rules as always, first come, first served, whoever grabs it keeps it!"

Now that Chiron was no longer holding him back, Achilles, relying on his superior speed and vehicle, was the first to break into the ancient castle of the Thousand World Tree. He laughed heartily and loudly declared the usual loot distribution plan of the Greek heroes when they raided it.

"Shut up! I am the strongest! The Holy Grail is mine!"

Mordred, on the left wing, angrily asserted her dominance, decisively unleashing a brief burst of magic to accelerate her sprint, leaping into the shimmering golden pit one after the other, alongside Achilles who had gotten there first.

not good!

Seeing that the Holy Grail was about to change hands, the Heroic Spirits, who were briefly in a state of confusion, decisively abandoned their doubts, turned around and rushed into the deep pit that was shimmering with golden light, to protect the Holy Grail.

At this very moment, in the main hall of the Thousand World Tree Castle, the patriarch Danic, facing this defeated situation, had a dangerous smile playing on his tightly pursed lips in the darkness.

Want the Holy Grail? Well, that depends on whether you have the ability to get it!

"Boom!"

At the same time, before the heroes of the Thousand World Tree could reach the new battlefield and intercept the intruding enemies, an even more violent explosion came from the deep pit. A surge of watery hues and a streak of scarlet rose-red light exploded into a magnificent yet dangerous ethereal tide, causing large sections of the ground to collapse.

"Cough cough..."

Amidst the billowing dust, Achilles and Mordred, who had rushed into the deep pit first, scraped off the clods of earth and broken rocks from their bodies, rose from the ruins, and glared angrily at the two figures standing under the golden light.

The leader had long, flowing blond hair and sea-blue eyes. He always had a smile on his lips and exuded a gentle and approachable aura that inspired trust, like a wise elder.

However, the long spear in his hand, which shimmered with divine patterns, as well as the silver-white light armor on his body and the cloak on his back, clearly identified him as a warrior.

At the same time, a shadowy figure, following closely behind the blond youth like a servant, emerged from the darkness.

He was also a handsome young man.

The young man had slightly curly black short hair, with a wisp of unruly bangs hanging down his forehead. He had a beauty mark at the corner of his right eye, and his golden eyes revealed a hint of melancholy. His every move was like that of a poet with a story to tell.

He himself was dressed in a green bodysuit, holding a pair of golden and purple swords in his hands, and carrying two long and short spears wrapped in cloth on his back, all in the standard attire of a warrior.

How is this going?

Faced with this sudden change, the group of heroic spirits, who were completely bewildered, were utterly astonished.

In the eerie silence, Danic, a cold smile on his face, emerged from the half-collapsed hall, glancing around at the enemy Ying who had intruded into his territory.

Ling raised her arm and spoke softly.

"Lancer, keep your promise."

"At your command, Master."

The blond youth, with an air of age and wisdom, stepped across the ruins, meeting the astonished gazes of Achilles and Mordred. He bowed gracefully with a slight apology and spoke in a clear, cheerful voice.

"Finn McCool, the guardian of Erin, the glorious leader of the Fiona Knights, the one who defeated Nuada, has appeared in this world. It is a pleasure to meet you both."

The young man with a beauty mark at the corner of his eye bowed slightly and introduced himself in a nonchalant manner, but the magical power surging within him was equally formidable.

"Diarmuid Ua Ua Duibhne, Chief Knight of the Fiona Knights, greets you all. We are the guardians of the Holy Grail."

Friendly forces?

The group of Yggdrasil Heroes looked at each other in bewilderment as they stared at the sudden appearance of an outsider on the field.

That bastard Danic actually colluded with outsiders behind my back!

At this moment, Vlad III, who had just escaped from the battlefield and rushed over, looked at the two who were clearly having an affair. His blood surged, his mind was filled with resentment, and his gaze turned sinister.

This is probably what it feels like to be NTR'd in person.

However, the most urgent task is to deal with the external enemy, and then we can deal with that bastard Danic.

After all, given the current situation, the Yggdrasil's direct power alone is indeed insufficient to defeat the opponent's Heroic Spirits.

Vlad III, who had experience in commanding troops, was very pragmatic. He immediately suppressed his anger at being bullied, gritted his teeth, and looked at the Clock Tower faction heroes who were surrounded from the opposite direction with a face full of ill intent.

The situation reversed, and the Clock Tower Heroes who had inadvertently stumbled into the encirclement suddenly turned pale.

"After holding back for so long, you've finally revealed your hand, Danic."

At this moment, in the main hall of the courtyard, the king on the throne looked at the unfavorable situation in the magic projection with amusement in his eyes, then lazily waved his hand and gave an order.

"Let's retreat, it looks like there's no chance."

Upon hearing this, the Assyrian empress below the steps frowned, snapped her fingers, and ordered the advancing Dragon Tooth soldiers to retreat. She was filled with resentment and doubt.

"The Grand Master and Chief Knight of the Fiona Knights? Heroes of Ireland? What are they doing in Tulipas?"

The ancient snake glanced at its own lines, which were being pushed back like a receding tide, smiled faintly, rubbed its fingertips together, and casually responded.

"I heard that during the Third Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, Darnic, the head of the Yggdrasil family, summoned Finn McCool, the Grand Master of the Fiona Knights, and formed an alliance with him, swearing to fight for the Holy Grail together. Although he was a bit unlucky in the end and failed, this was the result that the Grand Master had foreseen after sucking his thumb..."

Moreover, I recently heard that with the resurgence of the divine age, the Knights of Fiona seem to have reappeared in Ireland.

Samuel paused, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.

"However, according to the rumors I've heard, it seems that due to territorial divisions and the harvesting of faith, the newly risen Queen Maeve borrowed troops from the Knights of the Round Table in Britain, and exploited the internal conflicts within the Fiona Knights to divide this powerful and uncontrollable group, driving the Grand Master and his loyal followers out of Ireland..."

Heard? How come you hear about everything? Where do you get all this gossip and rumors?

While everyone pondered, they glanced at Samael on the stage, who was constantly revealing information, and couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

As the last note faded, Samael tapped the armrest, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"A commander who has lost his territory and is suffering humiliation, and an ambitious man who desperately needs help and is trying to expand his power, plus the fact that they seemed to have established a good cooperative relationship before, so..."

"So, this was within your expectations?"

Having grasped the unspoken meaning, Ryori Adashino turned back thoughtfully to look at the [King] on the throne.

"Well, who knows?"

Samael blinked, smiled but did not answer, his response ambiguous.

Chapter Sixty-Two: How Many Teachers Does God Have? (5k)

Meanwhile, inside the World Tree Castle.

Having revealed his trump card and turned the tide of the battle, Danic glanced at the defeated Dragon Fang soldiers and enemy heroes on the battlefield, then looked towards the enemy's central hub, the [Sky Garden], and waved with a cold smile.

"What are we waiting for? The advantage is in our hands! Chase them!"

"and many more!"

However, just as Danic was about to lead the Yggdrasil Heroes to press their advantage, Caleb Frampton, the church's clerk in charge of mediation and supervision, blocked their path and solemnly addressed the Yggdrasil patriarch.

"Danic, you have violated the rules by interfering in the Holy Grail War by using external forces!"

As he spoke, the elderly black priest glanced at the two undocumented spirits present. His shimmering demonic eyes, through the [Past Vision], had already discerned their identities and the general circumstances surrounding their deaths.

Finn McCool, a descendant of Nuada, the Celtic god of war, and the grandmaster of the glorious Fiona Knights. He was a great hero who used hypnosis and fire to defeat evil spirits and save the capital, and who served as the guardian of Erin (Ireland) against invaders and monsters, creating numerous heroic legends.

Among his glorious achievements were not only the wandering god Allen, the demon boar, and the horse of the underworld, but even the god of war Nuada, who was the ancestor of the gods, who was defeated by him in battle.

Therefore, his legendary status is comparable to that of Cú Chulainn, the great Celtic hero and son of light.

They are slightly stronger.

Similarly, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the chief warrior of the Irish Fiona Knights, who was hailed as "unparalleled in the world," also had an impressive resume.

Legend has it that his famous tragic love story with his lord Finn McCool's fiancée, Princess Granny Cornmark of Ireland, is considered the prototype for the love story between Lancelot and Queen Guinevere of King Arthur. Due to their "compatibility," he was able to gain the upper hand when fighting against Lancelot, the First Knight of the Round Table of Britain, so his fighting prowess was obviously not inferior.

The mere intervention of these two members of the Fiona Knights was enough to tip the scales of victory on the battlefield. Moreover, it was still unknown what secret agreement the remnants of the Fiona Knights had reached with the Thousand World Tree Clan, and how many of their remaining forces could be mobilized.

This subspecies Holy Grail War in Romania is showing signs of spiraling out of control.

Although Darnick and Finn formed an alliance during the Third Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City.

However, the current Battle of Tulipas is a new round of competition, and the intervention of external factors is theoretically a serious violation.

As the scribe who oversees the Holy Grail War and upholds justice, Calleber has an obligation to warn and intervene.

When confronted with questions, Danick remained unfazed, a cold smile playing on his lips as he calmly retorted.

"Father, is there a rule in the Holy Grail War that forbids the use of Servants who have been contracted in the past?"

Ah this...

Calleber was momentarily speechless, his expression stiffening slightly.

It seems there really isn't such a rule.

But after a moment's hesitation, the elderly black man turned his attention to Diarmuid, who was following behind Finn.

"What about him?"

Upon hearing this, the handsome blond man with a gentle smile habitually lowered his head and nibbled on his thumb, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.

“This upright knight has voluntarily followed his lord into the mortal realm, and I have no right to interfere with his choice. If you have any objections or believe it is against the rules, you may expel him yourself.”

Faced with this high-sounding rhetoric, Calleber paused slightly and turned to look at Diarmuid.