Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

Then, their weapons clashed again, and the distance between them even shortened to the point where they could feel each other's heavy breathing, but they still couldn't determine a winner in terms of physical strength.

One relies on the amplification from Berserk mode, and the other relies on the power of Full Bottle.

“However…” Nian Zhuo’s lips twitched to one side, though the berserker couldn’t see it from behind his mask, “You don’t really think I’m all alone, do you…”

"Ha-!" A girl's voice came from the side, and then a huge shield slammed into the berserker's side.

"This is a return gift from earlier, no need to thank me, okay?" Nian Zhuo even had the leisure to joke as he slowly watched the berserker being knocked away, and even had the leisure to joke.

Keep attacking, constantly drawing the berserker's attention until he completely ignores Mash. That will be your only chance.

At least, Nian Zhuo found the wound on the berserker's side, slashed horizontally by the shield, somewhat shocking.

"—!—!" Without any hindrance, Nian Zhuo even thought that the berserker did not feel the pain, and he quickly stood up.

"...What is this?!" Mashu pointed in utter astonishment at the Berserker's side abdomen, where the wound had just been cut open.

But now it is healing rapidly. Not only is it healing, but one can even feel the berserker's aura returning. In fact, saying it is returning is not entirely accurate; it's as if time has reversed.

"Tsk..." The brief exchange made Nian Zhuo realize who the berserker in front of him was.

Darius III, a valiant king of ancient Persia. A figure from the fourth century BC. He is best known as the last king of the Achaemenid dynasty of Persia. He was a formidable rival of Iskandar, the Macedonian conqueror, and repeatedly posed an obstacle to Iskandar's conquests.

He appears in the world as a Berserker, and his inherent skill is called "Regroup," which even has an A-level rating.

The ability to disengage from the battlefield. Allows unfavorable battles to revert to the initial turn.

In other words, he has now returned to his original state and started fighting again.

"Sizzle..." The man gritted his teeth and raised the two large axes again.

The Undying Ten Thousand Cavalry

Now, it was Nianzhuo and his group's turn to feel troubled.

The enemy has now recovered to its peak condition from the first round of the battle, but neither of our two allies is in good condition.

"This is troublesome..." Taking a deep breath, Nian Zhuo couldn't help but twitch his lips as he felt the pain in his side. "Mashu! I'm leaving the support to you!"

"Ah! Okay, I understand!" Nodding, Mash raised her shield again and charged towards Darius III. "Yay!!"

"——!——!" The same roar burst from the man's mouth again, this time the berserker's fighting style had obviously changed.

Compared to his previous strength, Darius clearly shifted his focus to agility this time. The amplitude of his axe swings was reduced considerably, but the frequency was far greater than before.

Judging from Mashu's more strained expression, this move was clearly superior.

“This can’t go on.” Nian Zhuo shook his head, and the rabbit bottle on his shoulder emitted red light again.

His agility was instantly boosted to a new level, and Nian Zhuo charged toward Darius III once more.

Mashu forcefully pushed the giant shield forward, trying to create an opening for Nianzhuo to attack.

However, Darius instantly understood Mash's intention and retreated the moment she raised her shield.

Hidden behind Mash's giant shield, Nian Zhuo thrust his sword toward Darius's chest, but Darius changed direction with an axe. At the same time, Darius flipped his axe in his other hand and slashed horizontally toward Nian Zhuo's neck.

The Crusher in Darius's hand clashed with the axe for what seemed like the umpteenth time, but the stalemate didn't last long. Darius, as if a prophet, dodged Mash's follow-up attack by sidestepping.

"Looks like this watch is the best way to deal with you." Having given up the pursuit first, Nian Zhuo took out the Drive watch face from his pocket, turned it, and skillfully fastened it to the driver on his waist.

"Armor Time! Drive! Drive!" The red gears enveloped Nencho, and then Nencho in Drive form scattered red stardust, breaking through the gears and reappearing on the battlefield.

"Let's see who's faster this time!" Nian Zhuo beckoned to the berserker and activated his heavy acceleration form.

Although the pressure from the body was causing a dull ache in my injured side, now was not the time to worry about that.

"Mash! Step back!" When the heavy acceleration state is activated, both friendly and enemy units within range will become slowed down or even frozen. Therefore, in order to avoid accidentally injuring Nencho, Mash had to step back first.

"Okay! I understand, Mr. Nianzhuo, please be careful too!" Feeling the increasing pressure on her body, Mash knew that she could no longer participate. So she exerted force to lift the shield, interrupting Darius's attack, and quickly retreated to a safe position.

"Then, Darius, run a lap with me." Gripping his spear and sword, Nianzhuo swiftly attacked Darius without a moment's hesitation.

The blade seemed to achieve the same effect under the extremely rapid acceleration, but Darius III became increasingly clumsy in the state of heavy acceleration.

The blade repeatedly slashed at Darius's back, arms, and even face. Then it swiftly vanished, leaving behind trails of red stardust, while just over a second later, Darius's axe struck the spot where Nianzhuo had been standing.

This time, the offensive and defensive shifts occurred, and Darius found himself completely on the defensive.

As expected of the valiant Persian king, Darius, realizing that his agility was no match for Nianzhuo's, first protected his vital parts, and only used the remaining axe to deal with Nianzhuo's attack.

"Tsk..." Nian Zhuo naturally noticed that none of the wounds he had inflicted were fatal, but they were better than nothing. "In that case...!" Just as he was about to accelerate and inflict more wounds, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his side.

The sudden pain made his legs feel unsteady, and Nianzhuo's steps abruptly stopped.

Darius, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and swiftly swung two axes toward Nianzhuo's head.

Nianzhuo's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, suddenly widened as he stared blankly at the approaching axe blade, then he suddenly smiled.

"Just kidding..." Stardust flew from his calf again, and Nian Zhuo's figure disappeared from the spot in the next moment. Darius III's axe only hit the afterimage of Nian Zhuo that had already disappeared.

"Ding---" A cold touch appeared on Darius's back. Nian Zhuo's sword had already transformed into a spear, and the cold muzzle was pressed against Darius's lower back.

With a "bong~", Nian Zhuo pulled the trigger, and the purple energy blast instantly pierced Darius's abdomen.

"——!——!" Even the most pain-enduring berserker was enough to roar from the excruciating pain of his abdomen being pierced, not to mention the countless wounds inflicted on his body by Nian Zhuo's slashing.

Darius III staggered back a few steps in pain, planting his axe on the ground to brace himself against his trembling body.

"Even if you die, you won't fall..." Nian Zhuo struggled to decelerate from the heavy acceleration state, his legs buckling as he used his sword for support. Nian Zhuo, still grimacing, gripped his sword and walked towards Darius. "As expected of the King of Persia, I've learned a lot."

"—!" Nian Zhuo didn't hear what Darius said in a low growl, but the axe that Darius swung afterward made him pay attention.

"Even at this point, you're still going to struggle? You can't beat Darius." Nian Zhuo winced in pain and touched his side, hidden under his armor, where there must be bruising.

"You can't win." Nian Zhuo's words reached Darius's ears. For some reason, this berserker roared louder than ever before. Even the bloody hole in his abdomen and the wounds on his body seemed unimportant. He stood up again as if in a final burst of energy.

"—!—!" Darius III roared, pounding his chest, his gaze towards Nian Zhuo filled with ferocity and madness. However, this madness did not seem to be directed at Nian Zhuo, but at a certain [man] in his history.

Shaking his head, Nian Zhuo was skeptical that the berserker in front of him could do anything unexpected again, even though Darius III possessed the [Battle Continuation] skill, which was even at an A-level.

Combat Continuation: A ability to survive unless fatally wounded. Even when critically injured, one can still move and fight.

Even if he wanted to unleash his Noble Phantasm, the pain he felt was real; such pain would have instantly crushed any ordinary person.

However, Nianzhuo overlooked one factor, the most important factor.

----Ordinary people cannot become Heroic Spirits.

Having taken on the title of Heroic Spirits, they must be warriors worthy of the name "Hero".

Dark shadows, roars, and countless figures emerged from behind Darius III.

They were all soldiers or soldiers.

He is the embodiment of the legend of the king Darius III.

He gritted his teeth, and Nian Zhuo could even see his teeth biting his lip so hard that blood seeped out. Yet the berserker in front of him truly endured the pain and withstood the blow that should have been fatal.

"...How is this possible?" Nian Zhu murmured in disbelief. "If it were a human, that attack just now would have..."

Then, he suddenly widened his eyes and let out a bitter laugh.

"I'm such an idiot. It's precisely because they are heroes, warriors who accomplished feats that were almost impossible for humans, that they deserve the title of 'Heroic Spirits'."

It seems that the many battles have made Nian Zhuo somewhat complacent.

Then pay the price for this underestimation. ------ This was the look in the eyes of the berserker opposite.

The shadows grew larger and larger, densely packed behind Darius III, and gradually became clearer as well.

Even a tall war elephant appeared, its long snout and sharp tusks unabashedly displaying its immense destructive power.

The Immortal Ten Thousand Cavalrymen

The corpses and skeletons that moved and walked transformed into ten thousand soldiers, who gathered to form the "War Elephants of Death," annihilating the enemy with a single blow of terrifying magic.

The Athanaton Undead Legion. The historically existing 10,000 elite soldiers transformed into Noble Phantasms, and their immortality or indestructibility was emphasized in the legends that arose in their later years.

Although it appeared to be the summoning of the "War Elephants of Death," which resembled enormous monsters, it was actually a group of ten thousand undead soldiers united as one, acting only according to Darius III's orders, and using a terrifying magical attack to annihilate the king's enemies.

Therefore, the situation instantly returned to freezing point.

joint operations

"..." Whether it was Nencho and Mashu, who were at the center of the battlefield, Ritsuka, who was commanding from a safe area, or Roman, who saw this scene in Chaldea, a few drops of cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

"Oh no..." Looking at the dense array of magical reactions on the screen, Roman snapped out of his initial shock and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Get Nianzhuo and the others out of there! Everyone in there..."

"---They're all Servants!" The words seemed to travel on the wind to Darius's ears, causing him to put on a "very friendly" smile.

Undying skeletons, soldiers, and even towering war elephants, their bodies mangled and bones exposed.

Yet this group of soldiers was invincible.

They were granted immortality simply because they followed Darius III in his campaigns until their last breath on the battlefield. The legends surrounding Darius III in his later years led to their being imbued with the qualities of immortality or indestructibility.

To kill them, the emperor sitting atop the war elephant would have to be completely destroyed.

“We can’t escape.” Through the communication device in his hand, Nencho spoke with Ritsuka and the doctor. “Those walking corpses and walking skeletons will not let us go until they have completely wiped out their king’s [enemy].

"Then...what should we do!" Ritsuka stamped her foot anxiously, her voice trembling with tears. "Nianzhuo, and Mashu. You wouldn't..."

"Don't worry, we will not only survive, but we will also achieve victory." To stop Ritsuka from continuing, Nianzhuo turned off the communication device and looked at Mashu beside him.

"Are you scared, Mashu? I'm the one who got us into this situation." Nianzhuo slowly took Mashu's hand.

“…Yes, I am a little scared.” Mashu lowered her head, smiling as she looked at their clasped hands. “But… if Nianzhuo-sensei is here with me, I don’t think I’m so scared. Because Nianzhuo-sensei will save me, won’t he?”

“…” Gazing at Mashu’s smiling face, Nianzhuo felt for the first time how heavy and joyful the girl’s trust was.

"Really... I actually got asked by the person I've been dreaming of meeting." Removing the drive watch face, Nianzhuo reattached the build watch face to the drive. "Then I absolutely won't let you down!"

"The law of victory has been revealed!" The driver was flipped over again, and the blue and red rings enveloped Nen-cho.

This time, I'm going to get my revenge, bit by bit, for what I just suffered.

"——!——!" It seemed that the berserker on the other side couldn't wait any longer. How dare this scoundrel talk to him in front of him and ignore him.

Darius roared and commanded his vast army to move.

The war elephant's massive hooves shattered the ground, and the bones of the skeletal soldiers cracked as they charged toward Mash and Nianzhuo.

"Well then, Mashu. The protection is now in your hands and Ritsuka's." Nianzhuo retreated behind Mashu's shield, and the tank bottle on his shoulder once again emitted a blue light, gradually increasing the damage to the armor.