FATE: Target of Grand Master

Just as Xia Yan was slowly adjusting his breathing, the surrounding magical beasts noticed them and began to gather in their direction.

Morgan told Xia Yan, "Don't worry, I'm here," and then floated into the air, summoning countless black guns.

The next instant, the sky seemed to rain down a black hail of bullets, killing all the blind monsters.

Unlike before, the monsters here seemed to have been greatly enhanced in terms of vitality. A black spear pierced a vital spot but did not kill it instantly. It took two more shots to kill it quickly.

Therefore, although it was still Morgan who unilaterally slaughtered, his magic consumption was three times that of the past.

The monsters seemed to have realized this as well. Even though they would be slaughtered, they still charged toward Morgan. Among them were flying monsters such as the Shatak birds.

"Trying to win by sheer numbers? For a Warcraft game, that's quite an intelligent strategy, but you've chosen the wrong opponent."

Three magic circles suddenly appeared beneath Morgan's feet, behind him, and above his head; these were three spells representing different functions.

The ground beneath my feet is a defensive spell, designed to block interference from flying magical beasts.

Behind him was a transformation spell that absorbed a large amount of true ether in the air and converted it into magic.

Above their heads was an attack spell; a blue magic ball gradually condensed and then unleashed a dense barrage of attacks on the monsters in all directions.

Originally, each of these three spells would take a normal mage-class servant tens of seconds to several minutes to cast, but Morgan completed all three spells in just a few seconds, and cast them simultaneously.

Even while casting the spell, Morgan didn't forget to keep an eye on Xia Yan's condition below.

Undoubtedly, in this true ether environment, Morgan's magic can be effectively replenished, and his output efficiency and endurance are much higher than in any previous trial.

Boom boom boom!

After wiping out the monsters in a third of the city, Morgan slowly landed back beside Xia Yan.

"How are you? Feeling better?" Morgan asked with concern.

"Hmm, much better."

Xia Yan's previously intensely burning lung pain gradually subsided. He had originally intended to command his Servants to launch a defense, but after Morgan's barrage, it seemed unnecessary.

However, the current situation remains urgent.

The ancient buildings, the thinly dressed humans, the ferocious and diverse monsters, the high concentration of true ether in the air, and the four-tiered pyramid-shaped building not far away—Xia Yan could basically confirm that this was Uruk, meaning that this instance was Absolute Monster Front.

However, I've only just arrived here, how come the monsters have already stormed into the city?

What about the northern defensive line?

What about the Servants?

Where is Merlin?

As the supreme ruler of Uruk, Gilgamesh's summoned Servants could at least hold out for a while. Did he arrive in the very late stages of the Absolute Demonic Front?

Is this some kind of rip-off?

Could it be that Tiamat is coming soon?

No, no, the ones rushing into the city so far are just monsters, not Rahm. That means Tiamat hasn't woken up yet, which means Uruk couldn't withstand the Gorgon's monster army in the early stages.

Xia Yan was puzzled by all these questions, but he didn't have much time to think about them.

"Xia Yan, what should we do next?"

Morgan, representing the servants, inquired.

"Go there."

Xia Yan pointed without hesitation to the four-tiered, pyramid-shaped building, which was the temple of Uruk and the residence of the supreme ruler, King Gilgamesh.

Having received instructions, the followers immediately sprang into action.

In fact, there was no need for any extra actions. With Morgan's magical blessing, everyone was able to fly through the air and head straight towards the temple.

The closer Xia Yan got to the temple, the more he frowned, because the number of magical beasts around the temple was at least three times that of where he had been before, including many high-level magical beasts that were clearly minor leaders.

These magical beasts swarmed around the temple like locusts, some even climbing up to the third floor.

boom!

Suddenly, Xia Yan heard the sound of a gunshot that did not belong to this era.

Then, blood blossomed from the forehead of a monster. However, after staggering a couple of steps, the monster managed to regain its balance and continued crawling forward.

"This isn't a magical beast, it's a monster! How can it keep going after its head has been blown off?!"

Lan Muyan complained loudly, then reluctantly pulled out another magic bullet and chambered it.

"Master, stop complaining. Instead of wasting your time, think of other solutions."

The one speaking was Oda Nobunaga, who was suspended in mid-air and had already activated his Noble Phantasm: Three Thousand Worlds.

Under normal circumstances, the barrage of dozens of muskets would be enough to give the enemy a hard time. However, against the vast horde of monsters, it was only enough to barely slow down their advance.

Meanwhile, Lan Muyan's other two Servants, Okita Souji and Robin Hood, were also attacking desperately, but neither of them were Servants who could demonstrate firepower, so their effectiveness at this time was quite limited.

Lan Muyan ignored Oda Nobunaga and instead called out to another person standing below and further forward, "Feng Yan, can you still hold on?"

"We can't hold on! But we have to hold on, there's no turning back!"

The one who replied was another member of the Lighthouse—Feng Yan.

Although he was very confident in his fairy tale magic, it depended on who the target was; these mythical beasts from the Age of Gods were not impressed by his tricks at all.

The effect of "The Tin Soldier's Steadfastness" on strengthening his physical body had been tested from the beginning, and the result was that his right arm had not yet fully recovered under the effect of the recovery spray.

"Matchstick Dream" and "Thumb Compression" only last for a few seconds against ancient monsters with a certain level of magic resistance, and are essentially ineffective.

After trying it once, Feng Yan could only obediently act as a Master who commanded from the rear, and his Servants were not having an easy time either.

Blackbeard summoned the "Queen Anne's Revenge" to block the temple steps, temporarily slowing the tide of monsters, but that was only a delaying tactic.

Blackbeard, Diarmuid, and even Gina, who had turned into a stone statue, were all fighting desperately, but Andersen, who claimed to never do physical labor, remained in his spirit form and his whereabouts were unknown.

In short, the situation is terrible right now.

Feng Yan and Lan Muyan both had a thought forming in their minds without realizing it.

If Xia Yan could be here, that would be great.

Just as the two were laughing at themselves for having such a good thing, countless black spears fell, and the monsters on the ground burst into blood mist flowers.

A somewhat familiar voice came from above their heads.

"I knew I wasn't wrong, it seems this is a gathering of acquaintances."