At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

"Squeezing into a donkey shed is nothing. I've fought with wild dogs for bones during famine years," Yu Chengyue said with his hands behind his back, not hiding his dark past at all.

Those who become extraordinary individuals do not shy away from their past hardships; on the contrary, these hardships may even become a unique source of bragging rights.

“Well, I also lived by rummaging through trash cans when I was young…” Leosley said, feeling a bit reluctant to recall his childhood.

"Uh, you guys... aren't you going off track?" Eleanor looked completely bewildered.

"Hmm? Do you young girls also have unpleasant stories to recall?" The Pope, Yu Chengyue, and Leosley asked in unison.

"I...no..." Yura was startled by the question and answered subconsciously. In fact, she had, because of her background, she was always hated by everyone, and no matter what she did, she was considered to be doing something bad.

“No… probably.” Irene shook her head.

"Don't look at me, I couldn't possibly have," Tendo Kisara said. Of course I could, but how could I possibly say it out loud? Really.

"I have even less of that." Nero denied it with his arms crossed. Really, does he have any dark history? Isn't it written in history? Why ask him? Does he want to reopen old wounds?

"Um... those two Servants are getting close, should we continue chatting?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked hesitantly, looking at the group that had suddenly started talking.

What's going on, everyone? Are you all so oblivious to the impending danger outside?

In reality, they really didn't take the danger seriously. Even their weakest members were at the peak of the seventh rank, and they could sense everything within a radius of tens of kilometers.

If there were any danger, they would have acted long ago; there would have been no need for Fujimaru Ritsuka to remind them.

Especially the Pope, Irene, and Nero, who are ninth-rank 'gods among men'.

In the Type-Moon universe, most god-level Servants are only at the eighth or ninth rank. Only when the main gods of the pantheon are demoted to Servants and appear will they reach the god-level.

"Don't worry, Master, command us freely and use our power." Nero patted Fujimaru Ritsuka on the shoulder.

"Let's go see what kind of guys are coming at us."

"Breathe~" Fujimaru Ritsuka felt an extremely strong sense of security from everyone. It had been a long time since she had felt this sense of security. The last time she felt this way was with the 'Count'.

Whenever she is in dire straits, the Count will always appear by her side from an unexpected place.

I wonder where the Earl is now.

The Earl is an avenger, and the absence of a Master does not affect his actions.

Fujimaru Ritsuka walked at the front with her head held high, followed by Mashu and Holmes on either side. The Pope, Irene, and Nero were behind her, while Leosley, Tendo Kisara, Yu Chengyue, and Yura brought up the rear. Everyone had a serious expression on their face.

Stepping out of the cave, which is situated on a platform halfway up the mountain, below lies a snowfield shrouded in blizzard.

At this moment, what came into view were dozens of Yaga, dressed in thick clothes that completely enveloped people, holding magic spears and walking towards them.

In front of the Yaga were two Servants who looked like humans, also dressed in thick clothes and wearing hoods.

With their heads covered by hoods, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't see their faces and didn't know if they were Servants she knew.

……

Let's go back an hour.

Colorful beams of light shot from the earth into the sky, dispersing some of the blizzard in the air.

The rebel stronghold.

The rebels were a group of Yaga people who were fed up with the killing of the hunters and the constant executions, had had enough of the Tsar's tyranny, and were even desperate because of the harsh living conditions they faced.

Before this, they were just a remnant of a small force. It wasn't until the arrival of a powerful human woman that they finally had a leader and truly launched a rebellion, with more and more Yaga joining them.

The rebels now number over 30,000. One-third of the villages and towns along Russia's eastern border support them, another third are fence-sitters who do not support them but make deals with them, and the remaining third are staunch opponents.

More than half of the rebels were the elderly, women, and children. Originally, the other rebels wanted to abandon the elderly and weak according to the principle of survival, but under the leader's arrangement, most of the Yaga regained some humanity.

Especially after Yaga, who was injured in the battle with the Killer Hunters, was properly taken care of, more and more Yaga underwent transformation.

Although bullying the weak and fearing the strong remains in their nature, they also worry about the tragic fate that awaits them if they lose their ability to survive, and even worry that their children will be abandoned if they lose their ability to survive.

Even if they are afraid of the strong and bully the weak, they will still do their best to protect their own children. This is the instinct for reproduction. No matter how their nature changes, their most basic instinct will not change.

"What's that? Look!"

"A beam of light? It's so close to us! What's happening?"

"Quickly tell the chief!"

Inside the fortress, tens of thousands of Yaga people looked up uneasily amidst the unusual commotion.

The last time something like this happened was three months ago, with that giant white tree that could be seen throughout Russia. Then the Tsar's hunters began to brutally execute Yaga in various villages and towns, and kept doubling the taxes.

"Is that... a Servant summoning ritual?" A woman with cat ears and a cat tail walked out of the fortress. Her hair, which was pink to grayish-white, fell to her waist. A black boar's head grew out of her right shoulder, and her golden-green vertical pupils looked at the colorful beam of light in the distance.

"Could it be that court magician summoning a Servant?"

"That's not good." The cat-eared woman's face was grim. "And so close to the fortress, has it found our rebel army's location and is preparing to wipe us out in one fell swoop?"

"Wow, that's really spectacular. Does a Servant summoning ritual really make this much noise?"

At this moment, a valiant woman dressed in red and blue samurai casual clothes walked over, with two samurai swords, one long and one short, hanging at her waist. Her pink and white hair was combed back, making her look particularly capable.

“No, normally, Servant summoning is quite peaceful.” The cat-eared girl shook her head. “But this isn’t Pan-Human History, so perhaps the commotion from Servant summoning is just this big.”

"Don't be so nervous, Atalanta. Maybe it's not that 'Master' from Moscow," the samurai woman said optimistically.

"Swordsmen, so far, the only one with the title of 'Master' is that magician standing next to the Tsar. Who else is there besides him?" Atalanta said solemnly.

"You said it yourself, maybe it's my friends calling me." The samurai girl said boldly, "When something big happens, my friends will definitely come. After all, they're the kind of people who love to meddle."

"The 'Chaldea' you're talking about?" Atalanta frowned.

“That’s right, we can just take a smaller group to take a look.” The samurai woman said confidently, “I’m very strong, you know. Even a god could be hit by my sword.”

“You just don’t know how powerful the real gods are,” Atalanta said mercilessly.

She was raised by Artemis, the moon goddess, and knew very well how powerful the gods were, far beyond what heroes could defeat. Even Hercules, the strongest hero of Greece, ultimately died because of the gods' schemes, and that was without the gods personally intervening.

"However, it would be good to go and scout the situation. Even if we are outmatched, we can still retreat."

“Then let’s hurry over and take a look, just in case it’s Chaldea,” the samurai woman said.

Atalanta organized a squad of fifty people to go to the location where the Servant was summoned, and instructed the rebels that if she did not return within two hours, they should quickly evacuate the fortress with the elderly, women and children.

An hour later, braving the blizzard, Atalanta and the female warrior led a squad of fifty people to the place where the colorful pillar of light had risen.

At this moment, what came into view was a human Master standing on a high cliff with a group of 'Servants', looking down at them.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka! It really is Chaldea! I knew it, they must have arrived!" The samurai woman happily took off her hood and waved at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Hey! Fujimaru Ritsuka! Long time no see! It's me, Miyamoto Musashi!"

Chapter 302 The Army Approaches Moscow, Kadoc—Is He Just Joking Now?

Miyamoto Musashi was overjoyed to see Fujimaru Ritsuka again.

After parting ways with Fujimaru Ritsuka, she was passively transported to several different time periods. She traveled aimlessly, occasionally hearing that powerful swordsmen would come to her for sparring, but so far she has not encountered a strong opponent and defeated them in just a few moves each time.

She spent her whole life pursuing the ultimate realm of swordsmanship. After parting ways with Fujimaru Ritsuka, she had already entered this realm of 'emptiness', 'nothingness', and 'emptiness and nothingness'. The ultimate goal of swordsmanship is 'emptiness' and 'nothingness', while 'self' is herself, using herself to master the ultimate swordsmanship.

Once she entered this field, she had no more pursuits or obsessions, and she had nowhere to belong.

Her world had been predetermined by human logic, and she had become a person without a home.

Her world became a 'Lossbelt' because of something, and Fujimaru Ritsuka came to her hometown to investigate the cause of the anomaly. She also helped Fujimaru Ritsuka complete the final human reasoning.

She felt no sorrow at the loss of her hometown. Perhaps the loss of that Warring States period, a world of endless war and slaughter, was the greatest happiness.

Becoming a 'homeless person' means that no time or space will accept her existence. When she sets foot in a new time or space, that time or space will gradually become more resistant to her as the length of time she exists increases.

When the repulsive force is strong enough, she will be forced to embark on the next phase of her time travel.

She knew in some mysterious way that the number of worlds she would travel to was limited, and that when the last world arrived, that would be the time she would truly disappear.

She vanished without a trace; no one except Chaldea will remember her, and there will be no trace of her in the world.

Perhaps only the name 'Miyamoto Musashi' will be remembered, but this name does not represent her, but rather the male Miyamoto Musashi in pan-human history.

So she travels in search of Chaldea, hoping to meet her friend Fujimaru Ritsuka again.

"Those are the Chaldeans? They're very strong, each one of them is incredibly strong!" Atalanta looked up, her whole body tense, her cat ears standing up, and even the head of the demon boar Kalydon on her shoulder baring its tusks.

She has now descended as a Berserker. The difference between the Archer and Berserker classes is simply her use of the Noble Phantasm 'Kalydon's Skin', which integrates the 'Demonic Beast Kalydon' into her body, granting her the physique and senses of a demonic beast.

At that moment, in her perception, several powerful humans standing high on the cliff overlooking her were capable of crushing her knees with their sheer presence.

Yes, it's a human, not a Servant. How is that possible? How could someone who isn't a Servant be this strong?

In a daze, she saw Hercules, the universally acknowledged strongest hero who had been bestowed the title of 'Hercules' by the god-king when she boarded the Argonauts.

No, even Hercules didn't seem to have such a strong sense of oppression. Was it because my perception of skin, which I had fused with, was too strong?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised to see a familiar figure waving at her as she ran towards her, but she was overjoyed when she saw the face.

"It's Musashi! Musashi! It's been so long!"

"I never expected to see you here!"

"It really is Musashi! I met him in person! That's wonderful!" Mashu said happily. She hadn't been able to go to the 'Shimousa Lostbelt' because of an unexpected situation at Chaldea, and had only seen Miyamoto Musashi through quantum communication.

"Mash, take me down!"

"Yes, senior!"

Mash grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka and jumped off the cliff. The cliff was not high, only a few dozen meters from the ground, and below was a thick layer of snow. For Mash, who was already equivalent to a first-class Servant, it was about the same as a standing long jump.

"Miyamoto Musashi, the strongest swordsman of Japan's Sengoku period?" Yu Chengyue could sense Miyamoto Musashi's power, which brought him faint pressure. If someone could bring him pressure, they must be at the eighth or ninth level, or even have reached the divine realm in martial arts.

As an old martial artist obsessed with martial arts, he gets itchy to fight when he encounters a martial artist stronger than himself. Moreover, his best skill is swordsmanship, and he feels it would be a waste of the opportunity given to him by God if he doesn't find time to spar with him.

"It's actually Miyamoto Musashi, and a woman at that?" Tendo Kisara's eyes burned with desire. She was known as the Sword Demon, and in the old era, her talent was the strongest. When she encountered Miyamoto Musashi, who was known as the 'Sword Saint,' she felt a thrill of wanting to test her skills.

“It’s perfectly normal. I’m often mistaken for a man too,” Nero said matter-of-factly. “The most outstanding people in any era will have countless fabricated stories about them. These rumors are passed down to later generations, and those who don’t know the truth will more or less take some of them as fact.”

The others followed closely behind Fujimaru Ritsuka and jumped off the cliff.

"Musashi-chan! What brought you here? This is truly unexpected!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Miyamoto Musashi met up, and both were very excited.

Miyamoto Musashi was thrilled to have met one of his few good friends again, while Fujimaru Ritsuka was excited to have gained another super reliable combatant.

Musashi's strength was evident to all; with just two swords, she could cut through anything tangible in the world, and even some intangible things, with a single stroke. She was definitely at the god level.

In this way, she now has four god-level combatants on her side.

What is there to worry about? Just push it all the way to Moscow in one step.