My mother's love song

Aige at the side cast a jealous look at them: "Can you two please let go? We are in the Holy Grail War now."

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The gorgeous divine spear and the claws of death collided repeatedly.

The silver-haired hero thrust out his steel spear filled with solar magic, while the ragged vampire swung his sharp long claws.

"I'll help too!"

A beautiful figure also joined the center of the battlefield.

It was the Black Saber, Miyamoto Musashi, who was on the same side as the vampires.

"Hey! What are you doing, Saber!" Gold shouted, "Why are you helping the Red Lancer to fight against his own people?"

"I'm sorry, Master. As expected, I just can't turn a blind eye. I can't let this place become a hell scroll like that."

Musashi recalled her experience in the singularity in Shimosa Province not long ago when she was still a human.

Reason told her that if she left this insane monster in front of her alone, the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood she had witnessed in Shimosa Province would reappear.

So, rather than starting a holy war, Musashi decided to stop Dracula's destruction first.

“Stop! Stop! Stop it right now, Saber!”

Gold, who was betrayed by his Servant "again", roared angrily. Musashi gave him a sly smile: "Don't worry, Master. I will work twice as hard to make up for the loss tonight!"

After saying that, Miyamoto Musashi rushed towards the vampire.

"Thank you very much!"

Karna nodded to Musashi, and then they coordinated their timing and attacked the vampire at the same time.

On one side is an iron knife that can cut through even the causes and effects of time and space, and on the other side is a steel gun that can even defeat the gods.

In the eyes of the magicians watching the fight, it had already turned into a phantom.

In order to suppress the vampire whose power far exceeded that of the Heroic Spirit, the two of them increased their speed to the limit and waged guerrilla warfare.

The shock wave spread throughout the wilderness, and only later was the ear-piercing sound of continuous metal collisions heard.

Three figures kept fighting and emitting sparks in the night sky, sometimes running across the ground, sometimes passing through the moonlight.

Even that tiny bit of afterimage quickly disappeared.

At this point in the situation, it was impossible for the magician to provide support.

But even in such a chaotic battle, Atalanta in the distance was still able to shoot accurate arrows freely and continuously pierce Dracula's body even though her companions were so close.

But even so, as time passed, it became a scene where Dracula suppressed Karna and Musashi.

The expressions of the two warriors who stepped into the divine realm did not show the slightest sign of relaxation on their faces.

This is not about avoiding careless mistakes, but about trying desperately.

"Ahh, what an exciting development. Brave men in different positions are fighting bravely to deal with the same great enemy! Let me join this battle!"

A low yet serene voice came from the direction of the sky garden.

Crimson Caster spread his arms and shouted excitedly.

"Crimson Saber, please accept the gift I prepared for you! Please use it to your heart's content!

Like a storm with fire! Like a rainstorm with lightning! The eternal story begins now! "

Musashi was surprised to find that the two Japanese swords in her hands suddenly burst out with magical power.

The advancing vampire focused his attention on the two swords in the girl's hands.

At the same time, he felt extremely shocked and unbelievable.

The pair of swords that gathered the huge magical power had obviously transformed into a treasure!

Generally speaking, most Japanese swords cannot become Noble Phantasms.

Although it is a weapon with a world-renowned reputation and beautiful appearance, Eastern heroes who wield Japanese swords often rely on their sword skills to make a living.

However, after being strengthened by Black Caster, Miyamoto Musashi's dual swords have clearly entered the realm of Noble Phantasm.

Shakespeare's voice came through the air again, explaining to the confused Musashi: "I used a little magic on this sword. To put it more clearly, it is completely equivalent to a C-rank Noble Phantasm."

"Is this... Magical Enhancement [Enchant]?"

"Yes."

In response to the swordsman's question, the magician puffed out his chest proudly and affirmed.

Strictly speaking, Shakespeare's skill cannot be called magic.

No matter what kind of strengthening magic is used, it is impossible to strengthen the equipment to the level of a Noble Phantasm.

Originally, he had not cast any magic on the knife.

He just looked at Miyamoto Musashi's sword and martial arts, and "wrote" how sharp the sword was and what a bloodthirsty product it was.

However, if the author is a world-famous writer, then it is another matter.

[Famous article], with the articles written by Shakespeare with soul, even if the target is just a small stone on the roadside, it can fully have the concept of a sure kill.

It begins with the opening line "Now let me tell you in detail how powerful this thing is. Please don't be bored and listen carefully," and then recites the verses like a raging wave.

The sharpness or strength of the blade can be enhanced through words such as "can cut through everything in the world" or "can block all kinds of attacks", but each requires literary expression that is enough to move the reader.

It is said that any writer who leaves his name in history has a high chance of possessing it, whether it is a skill or a treasure.

If it is Shakespeare who is extremely famous, he can even create a C~E rank Noble Phantasm.

If it is an E-class Noble Phantasm, even a stone picked up on the road will do; if it is a D-class Noble Phantasm, there is a chance to turn modern weapons and other mass-produced industrial products into Noble Phantasms; C-class Noble Phantasms must have corresponding spiritual qualities, and must be weapons that are worthy of the descriptions of literary masters.

What he is sublimating now is the famous sword that the great swordsman Miyamoto Musashi loves to use, so of course it can become a rank C Noble Phantasm.

"Thank you!"

Musashi, who was now more powerful than ever, showed a happy expression and excitedly waved his sword in the air.

"…Caster, why don't you use this to fight?"

In the deepest part of the Sky Garden, Semiramis asked while directing the magic cannon to bombard Dracula, looking at Shakespeare's back.

Her question was indeed reasonable. Since a mere sword could be turned into a treasure, all he had to do was use it to fight.

"I never write my own stuff. That's called prose. Now I can only weave other people's stories. Apart from that, I don't want to write anything else."

The great playwright said in a firm tone.

The empress understood what he meant, frowned and said: "In other words, you are afraid of death."

In response to this cold rebuke, Shakespeare smiled with joy:

"Yes, that's it! My goal is to write stories about people other than myself!

I really want to witness the end of this Holy Grail War with my own eyes. I must do this! Whether it is happiness or misfortune, or a despairing truth, it is my mission to witness everyone's story until the end!

Therefore, surviving till the last moment is my goal! Fighting on the front line is naturally impossible!"

As a Servant summoned by the Holy Grail War, this line is completely inconsistent with his identity.

How dare you say such things so brazenly? Semiramis rolled her eyes, not knowing whether to feel helpless or angry.

but……

I am sitting here now, fighting for what?

I don't have my own wish to hold the Holy Grail, I fight only to fulfill the wishes of those who understand me.

At this moment, Rhodes' face suddenly flashed in Semiramis' mind.

"!!!"

Obviously, the "fall in love with each other" effect of Gama's Arrow had faded away due to the passion released last night, but Rhodes' figure and even his temperature could not make Semiramis forget.

The empress's heart was pounding violently, and her slender white hands could not help but touch her lower abdomen.

A place where a certain man's important magic power is stored.

"What on earth am I..."

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"Ugh! This guy turned into fog again!!"

Even with the assistance of Karna + Musashi + Atalanta, and Shakespeare, the vampires still have the advantage.

Vlad III was summoned as a Lancer, and since he was known as the Impaler in Romania, he was given the Noble Phantasm [King of Punishment].

After he turned into a vampire and was devoured by Danic, the treasure was sealed and he got a new weapon.

Those are the various unparalleled abilities possessed by vampires.

The black coat blended into the night, and iron stakes shot out from its inside.

Since it was not a summon from the ground, there was no need to worry about being attacked by surprise, but the iron stake thrown out by the vampire's strange strength exceeded the speed of sound as if it was natural.

“Tsk, how annoying…!!”

Musashi took a step forward and deflected it with his Noble Phantasm-like blade.

The same thing happened to Karna on the other side. He had been smashing the iron stakes shot by the vampire again and again since the beginning.

However, one of the many iron stakes that were shot out finally caught the Red Lancer's foot.

The iron stake pierced into his instep with the power of a treasure.

Just as he was about to pull out the iron stake, Karna paused slightly.

The vampire used his pure super strength to knock Karna away.

Just like that, the great hero of the Son of God was knocked flying and hit the wall.

Although the damage was minor, Karna could hardly hide his astonishment at the vampire who overwhelmed him with his extremely powerful arm strength.

Musashi reflexively glanced at Karna who was flying away.

As a result, as if seeing the perfect opportunity, the vampire immediately attacked her, baring its fangs in an attempt to turn him into its follower by sucking her blood.

However, Karna stopped his attempt with his javelin.

"Obsession, resentment, or delusion? Now that you are neither a magician nor a hero, you are simply no one.

The pain you've endured since you became 'someone who is not yourself' must be extraordinary. Don't linger on, monster. It's better to disappear as soon as possible."

Karna, who possesses the [Insight of the Poor], can see through the essence of all things.

His accusation was absolutely correct; the suffering the monster was experiencing was indeed extraordinary.

The feeling that one's own existence has been almost completely erased.

Even the names of the most fundamental elements of humanity are as meaningless as the names of strangers.

The concepts of who I am and what I am are about to disappear.

The reason why he had persisted until now was entirely due to the command of the Second Command Spell.

The vampire roared loudly: "...Ha, ha, ha! I can't die yet, I can't be killed now! No, I won't die before I get the Holy Grail!"

Once pierced by an arrow, it will turn into mist or bats, and can even transform part of its body into a huge fierce dog and jump out to bite with its teeth.

It can change its posture freely, and its extraordinary strength and sharp claws can not only suppress Saber and Lancer, but sometimes even scratch Atalanta in the distance with a speed that is almost as fast as time and space transfer.

But even if we are suppressed unilaterally, there is still a chance of winning.

The reason is simple, just keep delaying the time.

As soon as dawn arrives, the vampire's power will drop sharply.

It should be easier to deal with him.

“We can definitely win.”

All the Servants present probably had this conviction.

Although it's only a little bit, the attack speed has gradually begun to match the recovery speed.

Even if it turned into mist, there was no chance of escape because of the flames that Karna released with his magic power.