I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

"Hmm...don't try to please me at this crucial moment! Since you've put it that way, you must explain it to me in detail later, in my office, and give me a proper explanation!"

"I understand," Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in agreement.

But I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, Director.

[C: Oops, did I mess up...? This is a slightly earlier timeline; I thought everyone knew.]

"More than that, I am concerned about the [White Giant]. I ask you, Director of Chaldea, what is the current state of your battle?"

"Who are you...?!"

Olga Marie stared, momentarily bewildered, at the Rose Emperor with its white wings spread.

"Of course it's me, Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of Rome! The manifestation of beauty who returned from the depraved desires by the light of divine grace! Nero who transcended the heroic spirits and further gained divine power, that is to say—L. Venus!"

Nero flaunted his body, hands on his hips without any shame, and looked at Olga Marie.

“You, put your clothes on properly… Well, anyway, it’s no use talking to someone like you… But can this pose really be called divine power? Although Venus in reliefs and paintings wear even less than this.” Olga Marie sighed softly.

"Now is not the time to dwell on this, so I'll keep it short."

"Before Hinako and Kadoc led Mash and Anastasia to your aid, Peperoncino went to the Germanic tribes, intending to find Attila, the Hunnic king who had conquered the barbarians..."

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Before this, when Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others had not yet stormed the Palace of the Four Emperors.

In the desolate loess wilderness, a violent wind whipped up fine dust, and the sandstorm stung the eyes.

The terrain of later Germany was low in the north and high in the south. Under the leadership of Attila, who was summoned, the Germanic peoples marched south and occupied what would later become Switzerland and Austria. They crossed the Alps and the Celtic tribes of Britain, dividing the northern part of the Apennine Peninsula.

Attila's headquarters were stationed here.

The tribe's warriors, the tribes that migrated inland, and the local residents were able to live together in harmony.

A situation that shouldn't exist in the first place.

Peperoncino had expected the barbarian invasion to bring about the same large-scale massacres and deaths as the Gothic and Germanic invasions centuries later.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

Perhaps the anomalies of this era, the appearance of the immortal Roman legions and the undead, united all the living to fight against the calamity, or perhaps Attila's personal martial prowess had a strong binding force.

In short, nothing major happened.

"Hora hora hora hora....!"

The scorching wheels ignited the air of the wilderness in an instant.

With a deafening roar, dust billowed at high speed, and the vengeful spirits of the dead that had been roaming the wilderness vanished into nothingness in an instant under the raging flames.

Black and red servants descended from the sky, stirring up waves of dust as tall as people, carrying pebbles and sand.

"Not enough, not nearly enough! Enemies of this caliber are utterly unexciting!"

A powerful Servant on par with Karna, an incarnation of Shiva's divinity, the horse whirred as it wielded a weapon it had never used in its previous life, slaughtering its enemies and venting its fury.

This is a top-tier character with exceptional stats; one could say it's a Servant that's almost beyond the norm.

This is also proof of Peperoncino's excellence as a Master.

He wouldn't find being besieged by Rafe, Beryl, and Alexander particularly troublesome.

"Seriously, this is unbearable! We're no match for enemies of this caliber!"

Ma Si hoisted the wheel, its sharp blades gleaming brightly in the firelight.

"Yes, indeed. For you, a stronger enemy is a more suitable opponent, isn't it?"

Peperoncino smiled faintly, "Although our mission is to understand Attila... a battle is inevitable. Who knows, we might run into Raef and Beryl, seeking revenge for Orpheus! You'll have plenty of time to vent your anger."

"Ah...heh. You're quite interesting. The great hero who destroyed the Huns, to be honest, sounds like a very strong guy. I really want to fight one of those guys."

Ma Si hoisted the spinning wheel and grinned widely as he spoke.

"A love of fighting isn't a bad thing, but you should tone it down a bit. Don't cause trouble for others when necessary!" The light purple-haired man smiled faintly.

"No way! Do you think I'm some naive, uneducated child? Don't joke around, Master! I'm a battle maniac... not an idiot!" Ma Si said irritably. "I can control my anger when necessary!"

"Oh my, is that so! It's suppression... not elimination, what an incredible thing... Anger, has it become a part of you?"

"However, what's hard to understand is... why are you angry, and why don't you lose your mind? Usually, someone with extreme anger would summon a berserker, right?"

"You're so long-winded, or I'll beat you up!" Ma Si glared fiercely at Peperoncino.

"Is it anger at the Pandanas' victory, or anger at the enemy's conspiracy, or anger at the fall of their comrades... or perhaps..."

"Stop spouting nonsense, it's infuriating! This... is the aura of war... the aura of the strong!"

The horse neighed and immediately became excited.

"Huh?! That's...!"

Peperoncino then noticed a Greek warrior holding a musket blocking his path.

The warrior stood like a statue, resolutely blocking their path.

Chapter 50 Hinako Akuta: Please turn on your microphone to communicate.

A powerful warrior, wielding a spear, his bronze helmet gleaming with a deep red light.

"Rally, my brethren, for this place... shall be Sparta!"

Heavily armored soldiers appeared amidst the roars of muscular warriors, and standing before Peperoncino were...

"Oh my, could these be the 300 Spartans who fought the Battle of Thermopylae? Such a powerful aura of killing intent, I'm quite shocked." Peperoncino said this, but his face showed no sign of panic. "Do you want to..."

"Roar!"

With a furious roar, the red figure suddenly transformed into a ball of blazing flame.

The giant wheel spun and spun, as if Sun Wukong were wielding a giant Nezha and smashing it down on the spirits of the fallen heroes.

"Oh dear, they've already made it through!"

Before Peperoncino could say anything, Ma Si's wheels had already become a meat grinder for the Thermopylae warriors.

With just one high-speed bombardment, more than ten Greek warriors were turned into blue spiritual particles by the powerful impact, shattering and dissipating into the world.

Even elite mortal warriors cannot defeat divine warriors who possess the power of Shiva.

"Haaaaaaahhhhhh, ravage it, destroy it! This inescapable, restless tyranny!"

"Form ranks and defend!"

Seeing this, Leonidas immediately abandoned his attack, brandishing his spear and causing the blue spirits of his soldiers to quickly form a circular formation, surrounding Ma Si in the middle.

Keng! Keng! Keng!

The sound of shields striking the ground was powerful and deafening. These warriors stood guard together, and even a hundred thousand men could not easily conquer them.

"Hold your spears—and throw them!"

At Leonidas's command, the soldiers raised their spears in perfect unison, as if by machine.

The spears, made of pale blue magic, instantly transformed into a rain of spears that fell in a parabolic arc through the air.

"Can you hold them off, Archer?" Peperoncino asked.

"Need I say more? This is infuriating! This level of attack... it's utterly meaningless to me!" Ma Si's eyes widened in anger, his face revealing a bloodthirsty expression.

Napoleon's massive jaws snarled, the flames of his wheel roaring madly: "Unyielding warriors... Ahhhhh, this is infuriating! Watch me slaughter you all! I am the warrior who brings death, and I will tear you apart with my indestructible blade... [Wheel, unleash your flames of rage!]!"

The raging fire of anger set everything around it ablaze.

The air seemed to freeze; the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Even if Leonidas was a descendant of Zeus, he was no match for Masi, who possessed the power of Shiva.

Karna's companion, the horse, undoubtedly possesses top-tier combat power. Currently, in Chaldea, aside from Jeanne Alter and Saber Alter, there's practically nothing that can make him back down. [Those two have already reached max level of Spirit Origin Ascension.]

Leonidas raised his shield to defend himself, but the shield, which should have been sturdy, became unusually fragile under the crushing force of the horses' neighing.

There is nothing to protect.

Without something to protect, the guards cannot exert their full power.

"Hmm... So it really didn't work? Faced with endless rage, we who have no beliefs behind us are so vulnerable."

Leonidas's strong, muscular body was instantly engulfed by flames.

He is the strongest stronghold-position Heroic Spirit, but he has no city-state to protect or rely on.

"I see. Once the enemy's Servant is defeated, those phantom spirits will instantly dissipate. Perhaps Archer is surprisingly clever."

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"I've told you, even though I get angry often, I'm definitely not stupid! You... why are you always so annoying, nagging like a woman?" Ma Si said angrily through gritted teeth.

But Ma Si wasn't angry at Pepe; it's just that this guy is always angry.

Just then, the ground began to tremble.

Powerful seismic waves were felt throughout the Apennine Peninsula and even the Mediterranean coast, centered on Rome.

Just after the two had comfortably defeated Leonidas, the ground began to tremble uncontrollably, making it difficult for them to stand, and the ground suddenly sank.

"Is this...an earthquake?!" Peperoncino asked in confusion. The ground beneath his feet began to crack, the sky turned scarlet, and the starlight twinkled, seemingly bursting forth with scorching light.

Golden threads, a magic circle made of magic.

This was not a massive meteor shower from the sky, but rather some kind of powerful magic transmission array/device.

Using the magic of the starry sky, the Servant receives an extremely powerful boost.

“That direction… is Boudica’s military camp! Even from this direction I can feel the captain’s magic, really, it’s quite startling.”

Peperoncino stared blankly at the sky, somewhat lost in thought, "It's an indescribably beautiful sight..."

"However, the captain must be serious now... What kind of enemy is Kirsh facing right now?!"

Boom————!

With a loud bang, Peperoncino suddenly felt a sense of impending danger, and just as he was thinking of what to do...