You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Here, only real humans can be the "protagonists"!

……but!

"Even if I am no longer destined for heaven, I will uphold the 'righteous law' until the very last moment!"

The crimson magic stirred up a scorching wind, and the only remaining hero of Chaldea was resolute, his resolve unwavering despite knowing the hope was slim.

The "slot machine" he just played left him in a weakened state, and he no longer had an advantage in terms of stats when fighting the enhanced soldiers. However, he was still able to charge left and right with his superb martial arts skills and keep killing with a red iron sword!

Ah, how beautiful!

Maeve stood on the divine ox chariot, holding a whip in one hand and the reins in the other. Watching Rama fight fiercely, still incredibly brave even when injured, she couldn't help but blush, feeling her whole body become sensitive from head to toe.

She loved warriors, especially handsome and powerful ones like Rama. Whether in life or after death, she was eager to conquer them with her charm—and if she couldn't conquer them, she would destroy them!

Either choice would bring her unprecedented joy!

In mythological epics dominated by men, Queen Maeve is one of the few women who ruled a kingdom as a monarch rather than a queen. Countless warriors and kings were manipulated by her, ultimately leading to their deaths and the destruction of their kingdoms.

In a one-on-one fight, she would be no match for Rama, but once she activated her Noble Phantasm, she was a single person who could overwhelm even the most renowned heroes with sheer numbers.

Moreover, the soldiers placed here were specially enhanced by her and selected from the data records of the Greek Lostbelt, far surpassing ordinary Celtic warriors!

"drink!"

"drink!"

"war!"

In fact, the battle was not out of her control; Rama's valiant effort was merely a death throes.

Even when they were at a disadvantage, the soldiers around them did not flinch because of the casualties. Instead, they fought with high morale and charged forward one after another, just like the legendary berserkers, risking their lives to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy!

Slash, slash, slash... time and time again, the hero's sword could easily cut through the soldiers' torsos, but Rama himself would also be pierced by spears and slashed by short swords, and no matter how many enemies he killed, the number of soldiers never decreased.

This is Queen Maeve's inherent skill.

Mother of Warriors!

Without going through the traditional gestation process, she only needs to obtain the warrior's genetic information to create a blood pool that can continuously produce soldiers, and just like in many science fiction movies, she can purposefully enhance the soldiers.

As long as she has enough magic, Queen Maeve can summon an infinite army. As the Lord of this space, she has the privilege of drawing magic directly from the Great Source, so she can be said to have no weaknesses!

"As expected... no matter how many times I see it, this scene always moves me to tears."

Queen Maeve grew increasingly excited, panting heavily, clearly enjoying the slow and steady process of strangling Rama.

However, lust does not cloud the Queen's judgment; she may be excited, but she remains ruthless and merciless when it comes to taking action!

And so, as Queen Maeve swung her whip, a large number of light particles in the air coalesced and condensed into two powerful figures:

Fergus! Diarmuid!

Although they lived in different eras, they were undoubtedly famous heroes in Celtic mythology. Their individual strength might be inferior to Rama's, but dealing with a severely injured and weakened hero would not be difficult.

Notably, unlike normal Servants, both of their eyes were covered by iron plates with patterns resembling floral vines. Furthermore, their exposed body parts were stained with black marks resembling burns.

"My dears, it's time to show your martial prowess!"

With a command from Maeve, "Fight for me, my warriors!"

"……roar!"

"what!"

Upon hearing Medb's sweet words, the two Servants acted like robots programmed with instructions, letting out inhuman growls before each drawing their weapons and charging into the battle.

The two being manipulated had little rationality and were wielding their power recklessly like berserkers. The first to suffer was not Rama, but rather the densely packed ancient Greek warriors.

When the strongman Fergus wielded his heavy spiral sword, the soldiers were like bowling pins being smashed and manipulated at will by the powerful wind pressure.

Diarmuid is no less impressive. Although he looks thinner, he actually has wrist strength that cannot be judged by muscle mass. He can easily break the sound speed with his two magic spears, one long and one short. With his superb martial arts skills, he can clear out all humanoid targets around him in an instant!

The enemies surrounding him were quickly defeated, but Rama's pressure did not lessen in the slightest, because the soldiers were replaced by two more powerful Celtic heroes, a swordsman and a spearman. Even though they had lost their minds, they still retained their fighting instincts and firmly suppressed Rama as soon as they engaged in battle.

Within a few rounds, the strangely shaped spiral sword crashed down from above, and Rama could only barely defend himself. In that instant, the red-haired warrior, revealing an opening, was pierced under the armpit by Diarmuid's yellow short spear, instantly crippling his left hand!

"Drink!"

With a backhand swing, Fergus wielded the cone-shaped greatsword like a baseball bat. Amidst the sound of bones being crushed, Rama flew high into the air and crashed into the soldiers in the distance. The force of the impact alone was enough to shatter the enhanced bodies of those who were comparable to third-rate Servants!

"Well!"

Rama could no longer make a sound. He tried to use his sword to support himself and stand up again, but in the end he could only slump to his knees, his fiery red hair hanging down in despair...

"She's such a pitiful person."

Queen Maeve wore a sadistic smile, though she actually thoroughly enjoyed the process.

Those brave, strong, and steel-hard men gradually turned into loyal dogs under her whip... Of course, Rama would not submit, and the prince with a beloved heart was also hard to be charmed; Maeve had no way to subdue him.

So she had no choice but to settle for second best and find satisfaction in torturing and killing Rama.

boom!

Clang!

The battle continued, and Rama, with an unknown source of strength, was still able to parry Diarmuid's thrust even at this point, deflecting the spear with his red iron sword and launching a desperate counterattack.

...The result is self-evident; there are no miracles in the real world, and the red-haired hero's rise was just a flash in the pan.

The red-haired boy wielding the divine sword could exert substantial pressure simply by focusing his gaze, but the three of them faced it calmly and without fear.

Looking at Rama before him, Fergus's face flashed with displeasure for a moment. Originally, Rama was an opponent he could only look up to but not reach. Without the support of the Greater Grail or a powerful Caster-class Servant, his strength in all aspects would be difficult to compare with Rama's.

He seemed like a formidable opponent by all accounts, but unfortunately...

He let out a blatant sigh, lamenting the last vestiges of Fergus's warrior's will.

For a warrior, the greatest pleasure would be to be able to fight him in a normal way, even if he were to ultimately lose, because he would never have that chance.

"Drink!"

Tons of rock fragments were sent flying with a bang, hurtling towards Rama, followed by a burly figure wielding a demonic sword with a hearty laugh.

The battle is about to end!

—Maeve's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Ha...hehe~whoosh!"

The Queen, whip in hand, pointed it at Rama: "Now you know how terrifying women can be, Your Highness!"

"Well!"

Haha! Are you resentful? Are you angry? It's useless~ Muda muda~

In this distorted world, my power far surpasses yours. No matter how glorious the legends, to the 'slot machine' that can directly rewrite spirit origin information, they are nothing more than trivial stories used to add fun.

Maeve looked down on everything with arrogance, including Rama, who was no different from a dead man in her eyes. And the Queen certainly had the right to do so. She did not use her full strength, but only used a small trick to defeat the hero who was famous throughout human history.

Even if Rama could break through the formation of ancient Greek warriors and then unleash his cosmos to kill Fergus and Diarmuid, Medb would still have the Chariot, the Rainbow Sword, the Meadow, and many other Noble Phantasms. She could also summon Cú Chulainn, who was also under her control—that was her greatest trump card.

What she is using to deal with Rama now is only one-third of her total strength.

The root cause of such an exaggerated gap is that magical "slot machine," which not only weakened Rama's stats but also sealed his Noble Phantasm and skills, leaving this hero favored by the gods in the predicament of having to rely solely on his personal martial arts to keep attacking.

That "slot machine" did not belong to Medb, nor was she qualified to possess such a divine artifact. However, as a "Lord" of this rank, Medb could borrow the power of a supreme being to summon this slot machine to suppress disobedient Servants.

Cry! Scream! Despair, and then die!

No matter how unwilling I am, it's useless! No, no... nothing at all!

In the end, Saber still wants to resist me, hahaha!

As the Lord, I am invincible in this space!

—The instant those words were uttered, Queen Maeve's pure white, gorgeous dress was stained red.

A hand, like a steel knife, easily pierced through skin and muscle, tore through body tissue from behind, reached into the chest cavity to grasp the heart, and then went straight through the chest, piercing through the entire body from that perfectly shaped, moderately sized side.

"You just said 'invincible,' right?"

The cold voice stung Maeve's eardrums.

"—!"

The queen's eyes widened suddenly as she stared in disbelief at the outstretched hand in front of her, her mind reeling—she could even see her heart pounding and contracting, as if she hadn't yet realized that she had been cut from her body.

In the end what happened?

The Queen strained to turn her head back, and the rough hand that belonged to the enhanced soldier gradually became fair and slender. The soldier who had somehow appeared behind the Queen also deactivated his transformation spell, revealing his true form—

Aizen Iori!

"impossible……"

Upon discovering that a stranger had ambushed her, Queen Medb instinctively wanted to deny the fact.

She was surrounded by a large, heavily guarded army; the oxcart beneath her feet was itself a Noble Phantasm against the army, and as a [Lord], she possessed stats far exceeding those of ordinary Servants…

She clearly had so many trump cards up her sleeve! How could she have been assassinated so easily?!

"I heard that you were killed when you were caught off guard and hit by a piece of cheese."

Iori slowly withdrew her hand, her tone cold: "Then when you smugly declared 'invincible' in front of me, it was tantamount to announcing your own death sentence."

"Are you an Assassin...?"

Queen Maeve was so surprised that she was no longer confused and displayed the composure befitting a queen.

She knew that ordinary assassins couldn't do this. Iori must possess some kind of causal Noble Phantasm, like Cu Chulainn's Death Thorn Spear, which has a guaranteed hit effect, allowing her to complete the entire assassination process before she even realized it!

——In fact, this is true.

[The strongest reversal technique] This skill only works when the enemy is most overconfident, or even when they have already declared victory. To be honest, the effect is quite weak, but sometimes it can be surprisingly effective.

Just when Maeve thought she had won, the tide of fate quietly changed direction, so she lowered her guard and did not notice the fatal blow coming from behind!

"No, I'm Berserker."

"That's quite unexpected... Come out!"

Despite her spirit core being destroyed, Maeve is still alive and has many trump cards up her sleeve, giving her a real chance to turn the tide!

In the instant he turned, he lashed out with the soft whip, and the phantom of the slot machine appeared in the sky—

Snapped!

The fair, delicate arm was broken off like firewood.

Throat, kidneys, lungs, cervical vertebrae... a total of seven fatal wounds, all completed in an instant. The broken bones pierced the skin, and the white, which contrasted sharply with the blood, actually appeared somewhat beautiful.

Without even the strength to resist, the beautiful yet innocent, pure yet wanton queen fell to the ground like a lily with its stem broken...

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Chapter 285 Go save the world, young man!

The body that had once captivated and corrupted countless heroes was twisted like burlap in less than a second, turning into a broken doll that collapsed to the ground. The snow-white bones and pink muscles were mixed together, creating a bizarre yet wondrously beautiful abstract artwork.

...They must be very unwilling to accept it.

Those beautiful eyes had lost their luster, and her body had turned into a spirit, gradually becoming transparent. The queen who once dominated the world in "The Tale of the Bull" didn't even have time to use her beloved steel chariot, nor did she awaken her most proud wild dog. She died at the hands of Iori.

Just seconds ago, she was full of vigor and about to kill Rama, but in the blink of an eye, she met such an end. It's truly a pity.

--call!

Shaking off the bloodstains from her hands, Iori looked up at the empty space in mid-air; the "slot machine" summoned by Maeve had vanished without a trace.

Just then, Maeve's body vanished completely, but a treasure chest with a mahogany and gold trim, radiating dazzling light, appeared in her place.

Did I lose some materials?

The young Grim Reaper was slightly stunned, never expecting that the game's setting would appear in reality.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the treasure chest. Upon opening it, the chest automatically dissipated into a shimmering light, revealing a golden card. The back of the card featured a complex summoning circle, while the front depicted a cavalryman holding reins.

'Isn't this a Servant-class Heroic Spirit card?'

Iori narrowed his eyes; he knew the object in his hand all too well.

In the Fate anime, Heroic Spirit cards or gold and silver chess pieces have always been used as symbols of Servants, and this imagery has also been cleverly used in the FGO game.

However, as for what this thing is actually used for... it seems that only in the world of a certain magical girl has a precise description.