Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As the strongest fantasy species, dragons possess the immense power to generate magic with just their breath. Even hybrid inheritors retain some dragon-like characteristics.

Of course, the "mana" torrents released from the mouths of orthodox dragons have different powers and properties depending on the type of dragon, which is called dragon breath.

The red dragon's breath is fire, the blue dragon's is lightning, and the black dragon's is acid, which they breathe and spread over a wide area.

Elizabeth's Dragon Breath was much worse; it was more like an ultrasonic wave.

Her transformation into a demon caused her lungs to become otherworldly, granting her astonishing lung capacity.

The usual dragon roar is believed to amplify sound and vibration, summoning wind and rain through its resonance.

Its original function is to amplify the authority and leadership qualities in the holder's voice, the healing vibrations, the malice that can destroy the soul just by listening, or simply to amplify the volume to the extreme.

Even if it's just ultrasound, the power of a dragon's roar and thunder could theoretically kill ten thousand African elephants in one blow.

Elizabeth's voice, amplified by the Mana factor, transforms the majestic thunder dragon, a weather spirit passed down through generations in Hungary, into a noise attacking indiscriminately.

Although it is less lethal, it is more harmful in terms of the results.

Attending a concert by that idol singer not only damages the listener's body, but also their soul.

Whether they are heroic spirits or magicians, they will all feel an urge to punch someone.

Moreover, this impulse is estimated to increase inversely with the intelligence displayed by the culprit.

For example, Samael really wanted to grab that dimwit and give him a good beating to vent his anger.

Just as the ancient serpent was organizing information about this wild heroic spirit in its mind, Semiramis, who was beside it, pointed to the Gothic castle that was gradually enveloping the entire town and asked with a frown.

"That thing, is it okay?"

"It's just a conceptual castle, its power is so-so, they can handle it."

Samael glanced at the gloomy Gothic castle and answered casually based on his memory.

Çachtsberg, the luxurious prison where Elizabeth was historically imprisoned. Rumor has it that the Blood Countess tortured and murdered hundreds of young girls here, and maintained her powerful magic and allure by bathing them in tubs filled with their blood.

In the hands of this monster girl, it became a stage for her to showcase herself in her imagination.

But a fake is still a fake.

A fake Elizabeth, a fake stage, created a fake Noble Phantasm.

This thing is at best a large speaker; theoretically, it can unleash Elizabeth's dragon breath to its maximum, releasing terrifying ultrasonic waves to the surrounding area.

With one of the best singing talents on Earth, and a stage created by transforming a castle into a giant amplifier, the combination of these two elements makes for a performance that can only be described as hell on earth. Hopefully, those warriors can withstand it.

Of course, this refers more to spiritual pollution than physical damage.

Samael muttered to himself, secretly activating the soundproofing spell of the [Courtyard], and took out two pieces of velvet cloth, inscribed them with sealing magic circles, and stuffed them into his ears for double protection. At the same time, he silently made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Let the curtain fall, let it fade away with the song I cherish!"

At this moment, amidst the chaos, the dragon maiden, her back unfurled with a pair of black bat wings, took flight and landed before the castle-like stage, where lights flickered, smoke billowed, and shouts and cheers faintly echoed. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and uttered a majestic chant towards the ant-like villains on the ground.

"Aaaaa!!!"

In an instant, the entire town seemed to be engulfed by a level twelve sandstorm centered on the Dragon Girl. The terrifying sound waves swept through, causing houses to collapse and windows to shatter incessantly. Caught off guard, the heroic spirits covered their eardrums in agony and retreated one after another.

"Get out of here!"

In an instant, a muffled roar exploded in the sandstorm, and Achilles took a running start, swinging his arms forward.

Bang!

A round, azure shield hurtled towards the head of an idol singer, producing an incredibly pleasant echo.

boom!

Suddenly, the dragon girl in mid-air tumbled headfirst to the ground like a plane crash, her hard dragon horns like two drills, driving her head deep into the stone slab.

"Ugh, that was a sneak attack! It doesn't count!"

The dragon girl, hastily pulling her head out of the mud, protested angrily.

Whether it counts or not, we'll talk about it after you lie down!

The suffering crowd ignored him and, with ill intentions, rushed forward to surround him, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to beat the idiot to a pulp.

Realizing that her opponent was not easy to deal with, the Dragon Girl immediately bared her teeth and adopted a desperate stance, angrily plunging her microphone spear into the ground.

"You forced me to do this!"

Are they going to resort to the same old tricks again?

The crowd sneered and immediately set up soundproofing spells, speeding forward.

However, unexpectedly, with each step they took, the soil beneath their feet seemed to become a swamp, generating a powerful suction that dragged them one by one into darkness.

In that dark and gloomy world, the only source of light was the dazzling stage.

At this moment, Joan of Arc and Samael, who were watching the battle, suddenly stood up and looked at the golden stream of light soaring into the sky in the center of the town, as well as the illegal buildings that had turned from illusory to real. They spoke with a mixture of bewilderment and astonishment.

This reaction seems to be... the Holy Grail?!

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So that's how it was...

Samael, standing in the main hall, gazed at the Gothic castle that was encroaching upon and covering the entire town. He slapped his forehead, finally figuring out the origin of this wild heroic spirit.

After Vlad III was stripped of his vampire side, the negative influences on this land did not completely disappear. Combined with the immense magical power of the Holy Grail's rebirth, they inadvertently created a new vampire representative—Elizabeth the Dragon Girl.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a representative of incredible luck. The Holy Grail, which others fight tooth and nail for, she can just casually pick up on the roadside.

But then again, in my memory, the Dragon Girl's luck is often intertwined with misfortune. Finding the Holy Grail is lucky, but of all places, she had to go to Tulifas. Isn't this just like delivering a free gift to her door?

Since that's the case, and we're already here...

Samael propped his chin up with one hand, leaned back lazily in his chair, and gazed at the gloomy Gothic castle in front of him, a pleased smile curving his lips.

"Tell them the Holy Grail is with that idiot. The game can begin. Bring it back to me."

Then, the ancient serpent seemed to realize something, paused, and then added, grinding its teeth.

"Oh, right, we need the people too!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Semiramis smiled and nodded, then issued new mission instructions to the advance troops in the Gothic castle.

Meanwhile, inside the Thousand World Tree Castle.

Joan of Arc also realized that the fuse of war had been lit prematurely because of the dragon girl's intrusion. She immediately stood up and made a prediction without hesitation, conveying a new strategy for dealing with the situation.

"Hold back the enemy Servants along the way, we absolutely cannot let them get the Holy Grail first!"

Not only that, the tightly closed World Tree Castle also opened its gates, and golems and artificial lifeforms, fully equipped and ready to go, were transported from the underground magic workshop to the surface and marched in formation toward the distant town as an emergency reinforcement.

Realistic Marble?

In the eerie Gothic castle, the centaur sage Chiron synthesized the information and thoughtfully analyzed the results.

This is a scene that is brought to life through magic and willpower, and it is a very rare and grand magic trick.

Theoretically, that noisy, demonic girl doesn't possess this rare talent.

However, the powerful etheric flow that suddenly erupted from the ley lines provided her with a massive amount of magic, making her envisioned castle a reality.

But what exactly is this woman thinking?

Chiron looked up and around, his lips twitching slightly.

A cold, damp wind, carrying a heavy, bloody stench, blew into the ancient castle through the broken window frames, chilling you to the bone.

The pungent smell of blood was so strong it was like being in a filthy hell, and even if Chiron covered his nose, he couldn't block it out.

Following the scent and airflow upwards towards their source, one could see rows of human-shaped, blood-soaked cocoons, riddled with holes, hanging from the castle's dome via rusty chains.

Swinging back and forth like a pendulum as the air currents blow, it resembles a decorative crystal chandelier, shimmering with a faint red light, while crimson blood slowly drips down the chain, pouring into this legendary land of blood.

Holding onto the creaking stairs, we descended, where the stained glass windows between floors had been transformed into large megaphones.

The suspended spiked balls and the cages arranged around the route serve as spectator stands of varying heights.

Groups of "spectators" with bluish-black skin and obvious signs of stitching and patchwork in their limbs waved glow sticks enthusiastically, cheering wildly for their idols.

Chiron even saw several ancient zombies so agitated that they either flung off their broken arms or had their dried-up eyeballs fall out.

Some less bright individuals, lacking sufficient grip strength, after losing their glow sticks, simply grabbed their companions, tore off their dark blue limbs, and mechanically shook them as support items.

Looking down, one could see phosphorescent skulls hanging at the edge of the stage, serving as eerie light stands. Several unrecognizable skeletons, topped with pumpkin-carved heads and draped in tattered cloaks, acted as stagehands and guards, setting up a cordon.

Groups of ghosts emerge from the ground, either scattering into pervasive stage smoke or floating on the dome, carrying misty instruments such as cellos, violins, organs, and trombones, ready to provide accompaniment.

The drummer, bassist, and pianist, who are not easily moved, are accompanied by zombies and skeletons in suits.

The three parties together put together a nascent underworld orchestra.

From afar, a bizarre and eerie scene of a hellish concert unfolds before your eyes.

The only relatively normal thing was probably the pumpkin lanterns in the corridor that flickered with eerie blue flames.

Eeya~~

Like a scarlet door splattered with blood, a slight noise came from it, and several townspeople who had woken up first peeked out from their rooms on different floors, still half asleep.

However, as they opened their eyes and saw a group of heroic spirits floating around them, as well as zombies and skeletons staring at them, they immediately screamed, fell backward, and fell into unconsciousness again.

Clearly, this kind of aesthetic and art is still too advanced for humankind.

"How dare they threaten my lovely audience!"

The grinding sound of teeth came from the loudspeaker. The cages that symbolized imprisonment and torture opened, and one after another, the gray-skinned, sluggish zombies suddenly became as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Dragging their patched and broken bodies, they rushed out of the iron gate.

Under the intense activity, Chiron could almost see the trembling intestines sliding out of their dissected abdominal cavities. His withered face was contorted with excitement and ferocity, and his dark eye sockets seemed to be faintly glowing.

That was a thirst for blood and life, stemming from their inherently brutal nature.

Hordes of skeleton knights with pumpkin heads also flanked the stairs from both sides, intending to wipe out the intruders who had entered the castle.

The pumpkin head, glowing with a ghostly blue phosphorescence, exudes a sinister aura amidst its comical appearance.

"Very well, my lovely fans, it's time to defend our territory and protect our viewers! Let's crush them like rats!"

An idol girl hiding behind a megaphone waved her fist at the speaker and shouted loudly.

At this moment, the heroes who were targeted by these ghosts and monsters and turned into villains couldn't help but roll their eyes and secretly complain in their hearts.

This woman must have something seriously wrong with her head.

"They're down there, keep going!"

In the studio, the Dragon Girl, who had suffered greatly at the hands of the heroic spirits, was directing from behind the scenes with great enthusiasm. Her excitedly clenched fangs and bright, sparkling eyes revealed the pleasure of revenge.

As everyone knows, dragons are very vengeful.

Ghosts, zombies, and pumpkin knights poured out from various floors and cages, rushing towards their offerings. The heroic spirits, scattered in various places due to random teleportation, instinctively began to fight back and regroup.

In an instant, swords swept across, demonic spears were wielded, and arrows of light pierced the air, with explosions rising and falling, cleaving and shattering the surrounding underworld monsters.

Exploding bone fragments and bits of flesh scattered everywhere.

However, within this inherent barrier, the summoned undead quickly reassembled and pounced on them again, baring their fangs and claws.

Even though these ragtag soldiers were fearless and put up a fierce resistance, the difference in quality could not be made up for by sheer numbers.

"The studio is up there!"

"The third room from the left at the seventh floor stairwell!"

Atalanta and Chiron, who possess long-range vision in both teams, successively locked onto the dragon girl's basic position.

In an instant, the Clock Tower Heroes, who had been randomly teleported to various locations, heard the warning and their old and new grudges surged up in their hearts. They all started arm wrestling, looking ready to fight.

You dim-witted lizard, now let's see where you run!

Oops!

Seeing the defenses along the way being breached layer by layer, the Dragon Girl, who was directing operations from the top floor, couldn't help but recall the painful experience of being brutally beaten. Her face paled, and she hurriedly grabbed the microphone-shaped long gun connected to the megaphone, covered her head, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"They're coming up! Quick, quick! Hold them off!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the four tightly closed doors on the sixth floor were smashed open with tremendous force, and four figures of varying heights and builds, possessing even more human-like features, rushed out of the rooms, reorganized the routed undead, and once again pounced on them.

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