To some extent, the gods of Greece really love to interfere in the human world. Especially after hearing the words of their believers, they especially like to take action to protect them. They would either give a blessing to a down-and-out prince, make a prophecy, or pay attention to those who want revenge. While giving them blessings, they might also give them a not-so-good end in the future.
Because of the gods' interference, the experiences of too many people can be said to be destined by fate, or full of twists and turns. After all, in Greece, even revenge has a special god in charge, and there has even been more than one.
A king like Vlad III, who had killed a large number of soldiers from other countries and even impaled them on stakes, while being praised and feared by the people of his own country, would surely also be cursed by his enemies. And in his own era, the gods would surely have stepped in to interfere.
Thinking of her own ending, being turned into a lion in the end, in the final analysis, was also because she had been disrespectful to the gods.
Pulling her somewhat scattered thoughts back together, Atalante spoke her request to the former Grand Duke of Romania before her. "I want you to help me with all your strength to deal with a magus named Aslan... Of course, he may not be a magus, but a Heroic Spirit who can hide his identity."
Vlad III narrowed his eyes slightly. He had originally thought that after the Red Faction had lost two Heroic Spirits in a row, and these two Heroic Spirits had joined their Black Faction, the number of Heroic Spirits would be directly pulled apart. But he had not expected that the Red Faction still had a hidden existence that was comparable to a Heroic Spirit.
Vlad III turned his head to look at the magus Avicebron on his side. Berserker was not easy to communicate with. The only one who could clearly express information was this magus who had gone to battle this time.
Avicebron recalled the Noble Phantasm release of the Holy Spear that had been fired directly not long after they had left, and nodded lightly. That existence, which was clearly not a Heroic Spirit, had ridiculously high combat power. It also didn't look like an existence of this era. Was it some old fossil that was still alive? Or some other existence...
Vlad III closed his eyes. Since he had learned that the opponent's strength had not decreased much, then the archer before him should be even more welcomed into their team. Plus, it just so happened to be against the Red Faction, so this request was actually no different from not making one. If he were to push this Heroic Spirit away at this time, then he, as a king, would be a bit too stupid.
"I agree to your request. Before we have dealt with the Red Faction, let us work together to overcome the upcoming difficulties. Gentlemen! Please drink to this victory!"
Vlad III stood up and raised the wine glass in his hand high. The other Heroic Spirits did the same. It had to be said that from a certain point of view, the interaction between the Heroic Spirits on the Black Faction's side did seem a bit more intimate than that on the Red Faction's side.
But come to think of it, Amakusa truly treated these Heroic Spirits as tools to realize his own long-cherished wish. And Vlad III truly treated these Heroic Spirits as his own subordinates. Of course, on this point, Vlad III and Darnic were completely different. Darnic, in the end, still treated Vlad III as a vampire, as his own puppet.
Atalante raised the wine glass in her hand, and then shook her head. "There is one more thing to deal with. That is, as far as I know, the Red Faction's commander seems to have been preparing some kind of attack. That attack can be ready today. It would be better for everyone to make preparations early."
Vlad III shook his head. "Trust me, no matter what choice the opponent makes, this king will make sure they have no way back. Could it be that they can directly destroy this castle, take away the Holy Grail, or defeat me, who stands on this land?"
However, since he already knew that the enemy was coming to attack, then some soldiers could already be sent out to prepare for battle. A large number of homunculi, wearing armor made of rock golems, followed those golems out of the castle, holding spears or bows in their hands.
If Aslan were to see such a war party, he would surely have a mocking smile on his face. Knowing that the Great Holy Grail War was coming, yet still equipping his own ordinary army with such weapons. He should at least enchant these weapons. If that wasn't possible, then changing the weapons in the hands of those homunculi who held bows and arrows to firearms would have been much better. As long as the firearms were slightly modified and enchanted, with a sufficient number of them, they could also cause a suppressive amount of damage. Don't tell me Darnic no longer had the money to change the weapons for these homunculi. If Darnic was just unwilling to spend this little bit of money because these soldiers were homunculi... wait, that actually sounded like something Darnic would do...
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This time, Jeanne, who had sensed that a war was about to break out, directly took out the Mystic Code that Aslan had given her. The Mystic Code quickly transformed into a motorcycle. She then got on the bike and began to drive towards the direction where the war was about to break out. In the process, she naturally saw the aerial structure that had risen from the ground under the twilight.
The Hanging Gardens in the sky looked so huge. Countless windows and doors flashed with a red light. At the same time, as it approached the castle of Yggdmillennia, it scattered a large number of dragon teeth downwards. The dragon teeth fell to the ground, and under the catalysis of magical energy, quickly turned into Dragon Tooth Warriors.
So, if Yggdmillennia had prepared firearms for the homunculi in advance, which could carry out a large-scale saturation attack, a large batch of these Dragon Tooth Warriors could have been destroyed as they approached. However, with that guy Darnic's personality, he would absolutely not admit that this was his own negligence.
Chiron stood by the window, his eyes flashing with the light of magical energy. This was the proof of the activation of Clairvoyance. "To think they would attack with their entire territory. This is truly surprising. Are they planning to use this grassland as their battlefield?"
Darnic came to the castle wall. "It seems we can only leave this battlefield to the Heroic Spirits."
A cruel smile appeared on Vlad III's face. "Precisely! To dare to step onto my land, and to dare to spread their filthy incarnations! Get ready to release the Red Faction's Berserker! Since the enemy intends to go all out, then it is only proper for our side to also commit all our forces!"
Mounting a golem steed, Vlad III raised the spear in his hand. "Gentlemen, in terms of the number of Heroic Spirits, we are now absolutely superior to the enemy. Under such circumstances, I have a question to ask you all: will we lose?"