Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

Avisbro's puppets are absolutely the best in the world, achieving a perfect balance between agility and strength. For a moment, Spartacus was trapped in place and unable to move!

"Your Majesty, it seems the victory is already secured. You truly deserve to be called the great magician of the 11th century; the puppets you create alone are enough to rival Sevent's power."

Seeing Berserker surrounded by dozens of golems, Darnick, who was already confident of victory, walked up to Vlad III and gave him an elegant gentlemanly bow, his face showing undisguised excitement.

The quality of his own Sevent was indeed unexpectedly high. If the red side's Sevents were all of this caliber, then he could basically be certain of victory in this Holy Grail War.

"Well, if that's the case, then..."

Before Vlad III could finish speaking, a burst of white light suddenly exploded from the spot where the Berserker was, which had been covered by a heavy array of golems, followed by a terrifying and massive shockwave!

Almost instantly, dozens of Avisbro's golems were blasted into fragments by the shockwave containing pulverizing power, sending them flying everywhere! Danic, who had been incredibly confident, turned extremely pale at this moment!

Inherent Skill: Triumph of the Sword - B+!

Spartacus's powerful inherent skill, which can only be used when he is in trouble, is derived from his glorious record of leading the rebels to victory against overwhelming odds time and time again. It is an inherent skill that bursts out from his body with a tangible "aura" that is so powerful that it can destroy all defensive measures below A-level.

"Hahahaha!! Hahahaha! Oppressors, is this all the oppressors have to offer? Not enough, not enough at all!!!"

Seeing the puppets he had destroyed all around him, Spartacus's aura intensified, and his unsettling smile sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"Archer, can you see the opponent's basic attributes?"

While all the Masters present changed their expressions, Vlad III remained completely calm. He had already rehearsed all the worst possible outcomes in his mind hundreds of times, so this did not surprise him.

“Yes, the opponent doesn’t have a Noble Phantasm that can conceal their basic attributes,” Chiron nodded and continued.

"Strength A, Endurance EX, Agility D, Magic E, Luck D, Noble Phantasm C. These are very standard Berserker attributes. He has plenty of offense but lacks agility. At the same time, the opponent's defense is very strong. I'm afraid that unless you use a Noble Phantasm, it will be difficult to inflict a fatal wound on him."

"Caster, you may step back now. Your mission is complete."

Vlad III waved his hand. He hadn't really expected to defeat Berserker by simply using the puppet. After all, weren't all the Sevents present renowned heroes in their respective histories? How could they be defeated so easily?

"clear."

After giving a slight bow, Avisbroun turned and walked towards the castle. He already loathed such battles, and now that Vlad III had spoken, he was even more eager to comply.

"If his defense and offense are both excellent, then we can only focus on agility. Noble Phantasm... Noble Phantasm... It seems that it can only be him after all. Since he has so many Noble Phantasms, it shouldn't be a big problem to expose one of them."

A mere few seconds later, Vlad III swiftly devised a strategy for another attack.

"Rider, you take down Berserker. Let me witness the might of Charlemagne's twelve warriors. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Vlad III turned his gaze to the female knight beside him who was staring blankly into space, seemingly lost in thought. If this carefree Ride310r failed to demonstrate the strength he was supposed to have in history, he wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson later.

"Oh dear, oh dear, there's really no way around it. I really don't want to do anything barbaric."

After hearing Vlad III's words, Astolfo reluctantly lowered his hands, which had been clasped behind his head, and let out a heavy sigh, clearly unwilling.

"Just go when I tell you to! Stop talking nonsense!"

Compared to Vlad III, the dark magician named Sereneka was not so good-natured. She was extremely resentful that she had not been able to obtain the body of this Rider.

"Why be so fierce? Honestly."

After muttering a complaint under his breath, a flash of golden spiritual light appeared, and a silver lance resembling a longsword appeared in Astolfo's hand. This was a Noble Phantasm given to him by the famous knight Algaria.

In fact, almost all of Astolfo's Noble Phantasms were gifts to him by others.

"give it to me!"

After leaving those words behind, Afu suddenly urged the magic power beneath his feet and rushed towards Spartacus, leaving only a trail of dust behind because of his speed!

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Chapter 243: A Noble Phantasm Descending from the Sky (Please Subscribe!)

"Hmph, Berserker, you have absolutely no chance against us, so I suggest you turn back the way you came. What do you say?"

Astolfo hummed a little tune while casually carrying his silver-white musket, and at the same time uttered the words he had been preparing for a long time.

"Hahaha!! Hahaha! You! You're the oppressor's henchman! No matter! Bring it on! The time has come for arrogance to be shattered and the pride of the strong to be crushed! I will destroy without hesitation everything and everyone connected to the oppressor!"

As Spartacus spoke, he frantically swung his steel short sword up and down, clearly not listening to a word Astolfo said.

"As expected, we still can't communicate. What a pity." After sighing helplessly, Afu suddenly pushed off with his feet and jumped onto the tree stump that Spartacus had chopped in half.

"Black Berserker, listen up!"

Astolfo patted his chest with pride, revealing two sharp little fangs. As a true knight, he had to announce his name before engaging in battle.

"Those who are far away, hear my voice."

"Those nearby can see my figure."

"I am one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors... Awoo!"

Before Astolfo could even finish his self-introduction, Spartacus, who was already impatient, raised his short sword and thrust it at the pink-haired knight!

"You rascal, really..."

Although Spartacus had high strength, his agility was only slightly better than the bottom-ranked E (D). Compared to Astolfo, whose agility was B+, he was naturally very slow and therefore failed to hit him.

Afu skillfully used the magic in his feet to leap to the back, stepping on Berserker's shoulders. Judging from his expression, he was quite dissatisfied.

"You bastard, at least let me finish what I was saying! Anyway, since you're so eager to fight, then I'll give you a fight, whoosh!"

As he spoke, Astolfo's silver-white lance began to emit fragments of golden light. He possessed many treasures given to him by his friends, and this lance was one of them.

Noble Phantasm: Trap of Argalia 9 (One touch and you're smashed!)

Having already received permission, he naturally and without hesitation recited the true name of the Noble Phantasm. Combined with his superb agility, Astolfo flashed past Spartacus like a whirlwind!

After he dodged, the once towering Spartacus crashed straight to the ground, his right leg completely disappearing from the knee down!

"Hey hey! How about that? As long as my Noble Phantasm touches your leg, the area it touches will be forcibly turned into a spirit. Isn't that powerful?"

Looking at Spartacus, who was unable to move on the ground, Astolfo casually stated the effect of his Noble Phantasm, since the other party was a Berserker and wouldn't understand it anyway.

"Hahaha!! Hahaha! Is that so? But that's not enough! That's not enough!" Spartacus didn't seem to understand, but he continued to wriggle his body desperately toward the knight in front of him.

"That's none of my business then, bye-bye, let's find someone else!"

A whirlwind flashed by, and Astolfo ran more than ten meters behind. Although his agility was high, his strength was a pathetic D-rank. Besides, Vlad III had said that capturing was the priority and killing was secondary, and he had already controlled the enemy.

The rest is none of his business.

“Traitor, Berserker of the Reds, if you are looking for someone at the pinnacle of power, then I am the one you speak of.” With the clatter of hooves, Vlad III, dressed in solemn attire, had somehow appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Hahaha!! You, you are the oppressors! Oppressors, I will sing the triumphant song of victory!"

Upon seeing the person he had been "longing for day and night," Spartacus immediately became incredibly fanatical. His eyes turned red, and he, already half-crouching, raised his short sword, intending to attack Vlad III!

"KazikliBey (King of Execution!)"

Before Spartacus could even make a move, Vlad III preemptively shouted out the name of his Noble Phantasm. Dozens of terrifying iron stakes appeared out of thin air from Spartacus's back, neck, and shoulders, and then fell mercilessly down!

Even though Spartacus's durability was as high as EX, it should be noted that each of the [Extreme Executioner] swords controlled by Vlad III had the effect of [Piercing], and it would keep stacking. Therefore, his seemingly tough skin could not withstand more than a few blows before it was mercilessly pierced through.

“Oppressors…”

The simultaneous piercing of his spine and neck rendered the Berserker incapacitated almost instantly. Faced with such a significant power imbalance, he was forced to confront the fact that he had been taken down by his enemy in a single blow.

"...Darnick, we lost the Black Assassin before, but now with the Black Berserker as a replacement, everything should be fine. The rest is all yours..."

Before Vlad III could finish speaking, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from directly above, which no one expected. At that moment, everyone's expression changed instantly!

Great!

After seeing that the battle had gone on for so long without any more Sevent from the Black faction appearing, Vlad III lowered his guard and sent Chiron back to the castle to think about strategy. However, he did not expect that the other side would be so patient and could wait for so long!

“To me—”

"The magnificent father has rebelled!"

"ClarentBloodArthur!!!"

A terrifying magical power, mixed with crimson lightning, shot down from the top of a towering tree, unexpected by everyone. Because it happened so suddenly, no one had time to react.

It should be noted that there were several Masters present. If a Master died, Sevent would certainly not survive either. And for a human body to fight against a Noble Phantasm would only result in annihilation.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale in an instant, except for Vlad III!

"KazikliBey (King of Execution!)"

Although he didn't have time to mobilize more magic due to the rush, Vlad III managed to mobilize over a hundred iron stakes thanks to the blessing of his inherent skill, Guardian Ghost General. In any case, he couldn't let the Black Faction's Masters perish here!

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Chapter 244: The Thunder Tree of Crucifixion - The Grand Duke of World War II! (Please Subscribe)

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

On a towering tree not far away, Mordred unleashed the full power of the radiant King's Sword, sending bursts of crimson lightning transforming into powerful shockwaves that relentlessly blasted towards Vlad III's location!

Even though he was ambushed, Vlad III, who theoretically possessed almost limitless magical power on the land of Romania, hastily mobilized hundreds of Extreme Execution Kings to form massive barriers that powerfully resisted the Noble Phantasm attacks of the Rebellious Knights!

The power of her A++-level anti-army Noble Phantasm was truly astonishing. In addition, the [Magic Release] and Red Dragon Factor that she inherited from Artoria made the effect extremely gorgeous. The several barriers that Vlad III hastily constructed were completely destroyed without encountering any resistance!

Almost instantly, the rebels against my magnificent father had already reached the last barrier set up by the King of Extreme Punishment. Faced with the thunder and shockwaves that seemed to be palpable, everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions!

Although they usually consider themselves superior magicians, under the terrifying effects of Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasms, they are no different from ordinary mortals. If they were to come into direct contact with a Noble Phantasm, they would be instantly annihilated.

While everyone was gripped by fear and terror, the bespectacled boy who had been standing behind Danic was the first to react. He bit his lip tightly and then raised his right hand—

"By the name of the Command Seal, Berserker, I grant you permission to use your Noble Phantasm!"

It really is a black cube boy named Koles!