Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

[Fireworks: Hmm? Scott's scheme actually succeeded...once? Hehehe, is Little Grey really going to fail this time? Eliminated right at the start, the most embarrassing episode for the savior.]

[Scott: Hahaha! You've seen it now, haven't you? This is the amazing wisdom of the Lone Wolf! As long as the method is used properly, even an unknown nobody can teach those high and mighty guys a lesson!]

[Lakshmi: Ah~ you're so handsome~~]

[March 7th: Hey, don't talk like some commoner hero who rebelled against aristocratic tyranny! Are you even that kind of character?]

[Star: You think you can take me down with such a small trick? You're too naive. Even if the universe were to end, I could still storm through with my baseball bat. Greg, huh? Let's see who's tougher, you, Ragus, or Old Japan.]

[Saber: You managed to brute force your way through... so if you were to become a Heroic Spirit, your class would probably be Berserker?]

After receiving Scott's signal, Grady's voice suddenly went mad: "Ha ha ha ha!!! A blood-splattering interstellar slashing comedy, Action!"

[Sai Fei: Slashing? Comedy? How are these two words put together?]

[Star: I cut down all my opponents, and then I felt great. Isn't that comedy?]

[Huo Huo: This is clearly a saw being washed, right? And it's a bloody massacre.]

Xing was momentarily dazed, as if his vision had turned into a camera lens, with film reels flashing past him like a train.

When I came to my senses, my vision was filled with countless members of the Dream Theatre Troupe.

A red television monster surged in, its screen displaying expressions of joy and anger, all Scott's cartoon characters.

"What...are these things?"

Greta's voice echoed in my ears: "They're just some insignificant extras."

Scott snapped, "Show me some respect! This is a precious part of me!"

[March 7th: This monster is called... Scott Mass Production Type? What the hell is this?]

[Fireworks: Hmm~~ It's ugly, but kind of cute. Seriously, this super arrogant emoji with its tongue sticking out and mouth wide open in a roar is actually quite unique and very expressive.]

Xing didn't care to listen to their discussion about extras or anything like that. He grabbed his baseball bat and charged forward without saying a word.

As expected, these things were far weaker than her in individual combat. Even though she stepped into the trap with a playful attitude, they posed no threat to her at all.

Before long, Scott's mass-produced "blood plasma" was scattered everywhere and completely destroyed.

However, just as she was about to confront Scott, she discovered that a new wave of monsters had spawned, even more than before! She had no choice but to swing her baseball bat and once again face the charging mass of monsters.

Greta admired the show she had orchestrated, her eyes gleaming with manic excitement: "These extras will keep performing forever until I yell 'cut'!"

"Hmph~ Hahaha," Scott smugly retorted, displaying the excitement of a spectator in the VIP section of an arena, "I'll at least exhaust you if I can't beat you to death!"

Xing repeatedly pulverized the monsters that pounced on him, but before he could even take a single step forward, new monsters would rush in. Wave after wave, there was no end to the opportunities.

[Rin Tohsaka: The Master and Servant are attacking each other fiercely... Is she really not a teacher?]

[Scott: Am I going to win? Waaaaaah~~ Father, did you see that?! I finally defeated that guy, defeated the nemesis of our Lone Wolf clan! Waaaaaahh ...

[Old Scott: Son, you did a great job. Dad is so proud of you!]

[Scott: Father~~ Waaaaaah!]

[March 7th: No, why are you crying? Is it really that big of a deal?]

Scott: What do you know? How could you possibly understand the humiliation I suffered in Golden Man Lane? I did all this not to prove myself, but to tell everyone that I will personally reclaim my trampled dignity. These are tears of joy!

[March 7th: Um... then why don't you just not make bets? Every time your dignity is trampled on, it's because you're the one who willingly goes along with it.]

[Fireworks: Then why bother with this endless war of attrition? Just have all the mass-produced machines repeatedly play "Star Train Forbidden to Fire" through their worst speakers, wouldn't that be enough? Little Gray would be scared to death on the spot.]

Scott: Huh?

[Star: You traitor, Flower, are you itching for a fight again? But heh heh, that trick won't work on me! As long as I keep repeating the shut-up joke, that little social death won't even register.]

[Sephiroth: What kind of weird magical clash is this?]

As Xing charged left and right, he tried hard to think of a way to break free.

Ugh, if only I had successfully summoned the Heroic Spirit. She followed the instructions exactly as instructed, so what went wrong?

Scott and Greta enjoyed the intense, visceral fight scenes performed entirely by themselves.

Scott, in particular. The feeling of constantly humiliating his opponent was exhilarating! Especially since this opponent was once a towering mountain standing in his way, the feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

He became so engrossed in it that he forgot one thing: the Holy Grail War wasn't just about the two of them.

"I can't believe it. Outsiders are actually waging the Holy Grail War. This isn't the future, it's the end of the world."

A lazy yet hearty voice suddenly broke into the fray.

Scott was displeased. He was enjoying the show, and who was so tactless as to disturb him?

"You bastard, who are you?"

[Star: Hmm? Reinforcements? But... who are you?]

[Cú Chulainn: That voice sounds like me. Judging from what that fat old man said, I thought they could actually summon only locals.]

[Hanabi: You don't even know Little Gray Hair, do you? Oh, right, all those Masters are acquainted with Little Gray Hair. Tsk tsk, the Train's connections are really working again.]

[Greddy: See, Master. I told you you'd become the target of everyone's ire.]

Scott: Shut up! Go all out and take down that Star Train girl! Even if we don't win the championship, it'll be worth it just by eliminating her!

Scott frowned slightly.

Cú Chulainn gripped his crimson spear tightly in one hand, pointing the other directly at his nose: "Watch closely, you incompetent fool. This is the kind of thing you should do...!"

He twirled the spear in his hand with a flourish, then flung it out, transforming it into a crimson beam of light that crushed everything in its path, instantly obliterating any monsters that were attacked along the way.

A moment later, the spear returned to Cú Chulainn's hand, and the fighting stopped abruptly.

Scott broke out in a cold sweat: "What happened to the javelins? Why was the area cleared?"

Cú Chulainn strolled leisurely past the stars, facing Scott directly with a disdainful smile.

Scott was horrified and stared at Xing: "Could this guy be a Servant you summoned?! Assassin... Quick, think of something!"