After a moment of silence, Amakusa Shirou couldn't help but sigh, lamenting that Heroic Spirits truly had all sorts of unimaginable little personalities. He had not expected that a seemingly very normal great hero of Greece would actually choose to betray them for a little child hero. Even if there was the reason of a curse, it was still surprising.
But it seemed all the preparations had been completed. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon could, today, completely become a flying fortress. Soon, sovereignty would be transferred to their side!
"Forget it. It's just the loss of one combatant. I believe that our combat power will definitely not be weaker than the Black Faction's. So what if the Black Faction's Heroic Spirits are strong?"
According to the information report from Atalante and Achilles on the first day, the strongest on the other side should be that Vlad III. That's right, Vlad III was indeed very strong on the soil of Romania. But what if he left the soil of Romania? Don't forget, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon was the Empress's private domain.
"Let's just consider it as us losing one Heroic Spirit."
Amakusa Shirou was very open-minded about everything. After all, Atalante was not a particularly powerful Heroic Spirit on their side. Whether compared to Achilles or to the son of the Sun God, Karna, her strength was a notch lower. Of course, both of these heroes were sons of gods. Even if Mordred were to fight them, she would be a few points short. After all, not everyone had the immortal ability of Siegfried's dragon blood armor. And before the son of the Sun God, Karna's, golden armor was stripped, and before the blessing of invincibility on Achilles, that is, his heel, was pierced, anyone who faced these two would be at a disadvantage. After all, the blessing of immortality they were given was just that overpowered.
Speaking of which, to some extent, Aslan, who had Avalon, was also a hero who was not afraid of a protracted battle. As long as Aslan was not killed in one hit, his body could always recover quickly. Not to mention, Aslan himself was a half-dragon. But how could those who had reached the level of Aslan and the others be so easily eliminated in one hit? An innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth. In any era, those with extraordinary special abilities but without the strength to protect them would not live long. Even if they left behind legends, they would definitely not be those top-tier heroic tales.
Amakusa stood up and turned to look at the black-haired Empress. This Empress of Assyria gently flicked her own hair. She was not at all concerned about the betrayal of a single Heroic Spirit. In the eyes of this Empress, as long as her Hanging Gardens flew into the sky, then everything was not a problem. She, who controlled the sky, was the supreme existence.
Amakusa Shirou, after seeing his Empress's expression, curled his lips into a smile. "Everyone, hold on to the furniture around you. Soon you will witness a miracle. This is an ancient, glorious ruin that has already disappeared from this world! The Hanging Gardens of Babylon!"
The entire ground began to shake violently. Then, the surrounding earth scattered into the distance. One after another, buildings slowly emerged from underground, and then flew up towards the sky. A giant city with a strange shape thus slowly appeared in the sky. It was hard to imagine that this was the so-called Hanging Gardens, and not a strange-looking city of the gods.
Amakusa took the magically enhanced tachi from Shakespeare, who was standing at the side. He then turned his gaze to Achilles, who seemed to want to say something. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
Achilles looked at the young priest before him, who was also the so-called current battle commander of all their Heroic Spirits, the sole commander of the Red Faction, and took a deep breath. "There's something I must say. Big Sis... that is, Atalante. I hope you will leave her to me. Can you?"
Amakusa looked at the demigod hero before him and finally nodded. He didn't care about the grudges between the heroes. As long as the final result was as he had expected, that was OK. And so, he gently nodded at Achilles. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes and walked outside the church. Looking at the gradually rising view, he couldn't help but feel a bit of the heroic spirit that comes from climbing high and looking far, as if victory were already before his eyes.
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At the same time, in the Black Faction's castle, Vlad III, who was the nominal supreme commander of the Black Faction, was receiving Atalante, who had just chosen to betray. For a traitor, this was an extremely high courtesy. At this moment, Vlad III was in a good mood. After all, although they had lost one Assassin, the Red Faction's Berserker had already been controlled by them on the first night. Now, another hero of the Red Faction had chosen to join them. Overall, their side had not been weakened in the slightest. If he had had such a subordinate back then, how would he have ended up in that last miserable situation? At the thought of those nobles who had betrayed him back then, the expression on Vlad III's face was not very good. In his eyes, that bunch of nobles were simply existences who specialized in holding him back. They were good for nothing, but when it came to holding him back and choosing to betray, they were more active than anyone else.
"If only there had been a hero like you back then, with a heart of justice, who forsook the darkness for the light. If I had had a hero like you as a subordinate back then, how could I have ended up in such a state? But it's not too late. In this miraculous war, for us to fight side by side is also a fortunate event."
Atalante performed a Greek noble's courtesy. As a traitor, to be received by such a figure already showed how much the Black Faction valued her. On this point alone, she should be grateful. At the same time, the more the Black Faction valued her, the more she could achieve her own goals later.
"Thank you for your high esteem. However, my joining your side is not without conditions."
Vlad III was not angered by this. On the contrary, if the person before him had a goal they wanted to achieve and thus joined their side, it would make him feel even more at ease. After all, in the end, the interaction between people, besides being sincere, was more of an exchange of benefits.
"Speak. If it does not violate our interests, then it wouldn't hurt to grant it. This is a king's tolerance and magnanimity."
Atalante herself was also of royal blood, a princess. She had naturally also seen other kings and royal family members. A king like Vlad III could indeed already be considered wise and benevolent. However, from what she had learned of Vlad III's past deeds, if this king had lived in her own era, he would surely have been cursed by many gods.