This small village was nestled within the hills, with only a dozen or so households and a total population of less than 100 people. Yet, aside from the infants, everyone else, regardless of gender or age, carried firearms and weapons.
This wasn't a terrorist base; they had taken up arms to protect their homes, for freedom, and for survival.
Just now, they had taken in two people. One was a young woman who had previously helped them treat injuries, named Nightingale. The villagers were very fond of her and readily welcomed her. As for the other man, he was irrelevant.
Furthermore, another Servant resided in this village. This Servant called himself Geronimo, a Heroic Spirit formed from a local Native American hero, protecting the village and its indigenous residents, fighting against external forces.
"Miss Nightingale, this gentleman's injuries are too severe. Even my power cannot heal him, I apologize."
Geronimo possessed the ability to control Earth Elementals, able to utilize the power of an Earth Elemental that took the form of a wolf, a Coyote Spirit.
Nightingale shook her head slightly.
"It's fine, it's to be expected. Even I can't heal him, but as a medical professional, I can't just give up on him. What annoys me even more is that this guy is a Servant; his body will disappear after death, making it impossible to perform an autopsy and figure out what exactly happened."
"..."
Geronimo was speechless for a moment, and Rama, lying on the wooden bed, broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly felt fortunate that he was a Heroic Spirit; otherwise, he wouldn't even find peace after death.
"Ahem... You two should rest well. It's almost time for patrol. I'm going out for a round to check on other villages. We can talk more when I get back."
Geronimo cleared his throat and took his leave. Nightingale nodded in farewell.
Once Geronimo left, Nightingale immediately turned around, pulled surgical tools from her emergency kit at her side, and walked towards Rama.
"You! What are you doing?! I told you already, this injury of mine can't be healed with these methods! Why don't you believe me?! Help!! Don't come any closer!!"
Rama was on the verge of tears. He was severely wounded and had very little strength to resist. He couldn't even fight off the girl in front of him, only allowing her to do as she pleased.
Nightingale held down Rama's arms, looking at the large hole in Rama's chest with curiosity. What kind of power could allow someone with such severe injuries and a damaged heart to still be alive?
Just as Nightingale was about to investigate herself...
*"Boom!!"*
*"Awooo!!"*
A wolf howl reached their ears, followed by a commotion outside.
"Enemies! Quick! Grab your weapons!"
"Hide the children! Everyone else, grab your weapons! Go!"
"For freedom!!"
*"Da da da da!!"*
Suddenly, a continuous barrage of gunfire erupted outside. Nightingale raised an eyebrow, turned, and rushed out of the room, leaving Rama alone.
"Hey! Hey!!"
Rama called out a few times but received no response. He suddenly felt that this world was too cold. His wife was gone, he was severely injured, and the one doctor he finally found was actually a Berserker!
His luck was truly terrible!
Outside the village!
*"Awooo!!"*
A massive Coyote Spirit was roaring! A blast of sand sprayed from its mouth, blowing away the approaching Celtic Warriors.
Geronimo continuously fired shots with his longbow. He was a Servant skilled in using various tools; guns, bows, and knives were all his specialties. Although his Class was Caster, the arrows he shot were no weaker than those of the Celtic Archers.
"Defend our homes!"
"We won't back down an inch!"
"Take out these invaders!"
The villagers each pulled their triggers, flames spitting from their muzzles as they shot at the charging Celtic Warriors.
Normally, these ordinary firearms would have limited damage against Celtic Warriors, but the Coyote Spirit roared, and the power of the Earth Elemental was added to these people, causing their bullets to also carry Mana! As a result, they successfully suppressed the Celtic Warriors' assault, shooting down some Celtic Warriors on the spot who refused to give up.
However, these Celtic Warriors were still merely formed from Medb's blood; upon death, they would turn into a puddle of blood and soon dry up and disappear.
As for the remaining Celtic Warriors, the Archers among them had already found positions and began to shoot under the cover of their teammates.
"Pfft!"
"Ah!!"
As soon as the Celtic Archers counterattacked, casualties immediately appeared among the villagers. Some villagers were shot directly in vital areas and died, while others wailed as they fell. Their wounds were massive, and arrows had passed through their bodies, landing on the ground not far away.
"I'm here to help too!"
Nightingale arrived just in time. She skillfully pulled the wounded to a hidden spot, quickly and effectively stopping their bleeding and treating them, then rushed out again to continue moving the injured.
"Damn it! These wretched invaders!"
Seeing their side begin to suffer casualties, Geronimo became furious. He waved his hand! The Coyote Spirit opened its mouth wide! The sunlight in the sky intensified, and countless rays of sunlight converged in the Coyote Spirit's mouth. Soon, they transformed into a golden ball of light.
"Roar!"
"Boom!"
The ball of light burst forth, shooting towards a cluster of Archers!
Two Celtic Warriors stepped forward, ready to absorb the attack with their bodies! But they were burned to ashes the moment they made contact. Immediately after, the ball of light exploded! The terrifying light energy tore apart everything around it, and the Archers were so stimulated they couldn't open their eyes.
Meanwhile, the Coyote Spirit had already begun forming a second orb of light! The light condensed, then shot towards the area where the Archers were gathered!
"Whoosh!"
Seeing the light orb approaching, several Celtic Warriors tried to intercept it with arrows, but their arrows melted as they neared the orb. It was about to explode right on them!
Suddenly!
"GET! LOST!!"
A bloody figure shot out from behind the Celtic Warriors. It was a bulky man with golden hair and a wild aura!
He held two swords and quickly rushed in front of the light orb, striking out with one swing! He smacked the light orb back with the short sword in his hand, which looked more like a hammer than a sword!
"That's! The Coyote Spirit!!"
The light orb flew back, and its energy was already extremely unstable! It looked like it was about to explode!
Hearing Geronimo's voice, the Coyote Spirit understood what he meant. It shot out, transforming into a giant wolf, and opened its incredibly exaggerated maw, swallowing the light orb in one gulp.
Then!
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the Coyote Spirit's belly swelled abruptly, and then its aura dimmed.
"Owooo~"
The Coyote Spirit let out a mournful howl, then dispersed, returning to the earth.
"Damn it! It's a Servant! Retreat! Retreat quickly! Take the injured and the children!"
Geronimo drew his longbow and shot a sharp arrow at the enemy Servant, buying time for the other villagers to evacuate.
But before the villagers could react much, the berserker Servant on the other side raised its other longsword! Then, it slashed down fiercely!
"Whoosh!"
A massive red sword light shot forth!
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