Only about five minutes had passed.
As a result, the Dragon Tooth Warriors that had surrounded them were now completely dismantled by Mo Wang.
Judging by the size of the bone fragments, even the neighbor's dog wouldn't give them a second glance.
Mash looked at the shield in her hand, then at Mo Wang, who was yawning out of boredom, and was completely dumbfounded.
"So uncreative. Why Dragon Tooth Warriors? Wouldn't a bunch of skeleton girls or zombie girls be better? It was such a pain to dismantle these."
Having dealt with the enemies, Mo Wang pulled out a lollipop from who-knows-where and started chewing on it while critiquing the situation.
In his opinion, this pile of bone fragments was a product of Caster not understanding the hearts of otaku, a pure waste of mana and emotion.
Dragon Tooth Warriors were supposedly a product of "dragon teeth + magecraft," but in practice, they performed like cheap plastic toys from a dollar store.
Shirou could go on a rampage with a steel pipe, and Rin's gem magic worked like weed killer.
Their defense was equivalent to a popular Halloween skeleton prop from Taobao; even a pre-awakened Shirou could tear through a dozen of them with his bare hands.
They should have been renamed "Dragon Tooth Bonsai."
And their intelligence was on par with an AI idiot, worse than a Roomba.
Their tactical wisdom was stuck in the primitive stage of a "Banzai charge," perfectly replicating the acting level of extras in a low-budget Greek monster movie.
They would trip over tripwires in a neat line, get stuck on obstacles as a group, and their intelligence made the zombies from Left 4 Dead look like professionals. It was recommended that Caster install Google Maps for their next system update.
Even their only praiseworthy tactic, the human wave, was garbage.
They seemed to be able to multiply infinitely, but in reality, they followed the bad movie trope of "if quality isn't enough, use quantity; if quantity isn't enough, let the writer save the day." Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon was like a Gatling gun mowing down wheat, while Archer's Unlimited Blade Works was like a 3D printer crushing a handicraft workshop.
Their most pathetic defeat was being soloed by a certain teacher with a blackboard eraser. They should apply for the Guinness World Record for "Most Pathetic Summoned Creature."
In Mo Wang's opinion, since Caster was so obsessed with Saber, she should have just given the Dragon Tooth Warriors a Saber skin.
Learn from that legendary endurance king, Black Berserker, and make a whole set of Saber skins. Maybe one day, Nasu would turn them into a legendary heroic spirit.
"Mo Wang-senpai, speaking of which, I'm supposed to be the Servant, and you're supposed to be the Master, right?"
Mash finally couldn't take it anymore and walked up to Mo Wang to ask him.
"Huh? You mean, I'm actually the Servant? And you're the Master, Mash? That's not right, is it?"
Mo Wang looked at his body, then at the Command Seals on his hand.
There shouldn't be a mistake, right?
"Senpai!" Mash looked at Mo Wang, annoyed, her eyes even starting to turn red.
"Alright, alright, you're the Servant, I'm the Master, okay? Is there a problem with that?"
"There's a huge problem!" Mash said angrily. "What kind of Master bypasses their Servant and runs off to fight?"
"That's where you're wrong, Mash," Mo Wang said with a serious expression. "Who are you to say that a Master can't be stronger than a Servant? Let me tell you, a Master who is stronger than their Servant, that's what a real Master is!"
"Masters who can't beat their Servants with their bare hands are all third-rate. A true first-rate Master can even kill a Grand Servant for you!"
"That's nonsense! What kind of Master is stronger than their Servant?!" Mash didn't believe a single word Mo Wang was saying.
This Senpai was so unreliable!
"Relax, Mash. Calm down. Want some strawberry cake?" Just then, Mo Wang pulled out a slice of strawberry cake from who-knows-where and offered it to Mash.
"Where did this strawberry cake come from? And why does it look so familiar?" Mash looked at the strawberry cake in Mo Wang's hand with suspicion, feeling like she had seen it in the infirmary's refrigerator before...
"Ah, I finally got through! Hello, hello, this is Chaldea Control, can you hear me!?"
Just then, a blue light screen appeared in front of Mo Wang and Mash.
Then, they saw the relieved face of Dr. Roman.
"Huh? Mash and Mo Wang? Why is it just you two?"
"And why is Mash wearing such strange clothes? Don't tell me, Mo Wang, you finally revealed your true nature and made a move on Mash?" Seeing Mash's armored attire, Dr. Roman immediately looked at Mo Wang as if he were scum.
"Hey! I say, Doctor, I'll sue you for slander, you believe me?"
"If you didn't lose control of your beastly nature, why would Mash be wearing such strange clothes?"
"What the hell! It's not my fault Mash is wearing these skimpy clothes! Did you even bother to look?!"
"Oh, really! Are you trying to say Mash dressed like that herself? I don't remember raising Mash to be that kind of child!?"
Standing to the side, listening to the two of them argue, Mash's face was now completely red.
For some reason, her right hand seemed to be calling out to her, telling her to beat these two to a pulp.
Her fists... were already clenched!
"Ahem! Doctor, I'm telling you, the reason Mash is like this now is because she accepted the Spirit Origin of some Servant from Chaldea and became a Demi-Servant or something. It has nothing to do with me."
Sensing the terrifying aura coming from Mash, Mo Wang quickly explained to the doctor.
"Demi-Servant?" Roman looked at Mash in surprise. "Ah, it's true! This is incredible! The fusion of a Heroic Spirit and a human... A Demi-Servant, this is Chaldea's sixth experiment."
Roman seemed to remember something, and his expression became complicated as he asked Mash, "By the way, Mash. Is that Servant still conscious?"
"No, he entrusted his combat abilities to me and then disappeared," Mash answered, a little embarrassed.
"So, Doctor, what do we do now? Wait here for support?"
Although he knew what had happened, Mo Wang was still playing dumb and asking Roman.
"Well... Chaldea probably can't provide support in the current situation. If you want to establish a stable connection, you'll have to go to a leyline."
Roman said, a little embarrassed.
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Mo Wang's face immediately contorted with disgust.
"I say, Doctor, are you telling me that you want a good-for-nothing who nearly failed his exams and a Demi-Servant who doesn't even know her own Noble Phantasm to find a leyline in this destroyed city?"
"Probably... something like that," Roman said, looking at Mo Wang with a blank expression, feeling like this guy was about to pull some stunt.
"Haha, I'm not going."
Mo Wang plopped down on the ground, indicating that whoever wanted to go could go. He was done