Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Volume 1: Chapters 8 and 9. The Fang Clan is truly brave (4k)

"Have you heard? Humanity has chosen to fight! That human leader named Yuther is preparing to lead the people to clash head-on with the five major clans!"

"Hey, your information is so outdated. There are no five major clans. There are only the Wind Clan, the Fang Clan, and the Earth Clan. The Mirror Clan and the Wing Clan have clearly stated that they will not participate in this battle."

"What? There's this information too? Tell me more, high fairy."

"Hey, what else could it be? It's just that there's no need to fight. After all, the Mirror Clan prefers peace and quiet, and the Winged Clan is honest. It's normal for them not to fight."

"What about the humans in their clan? That Yuther has gathered so many humans together."

"So what if they don't? They've already applied to be stationed around the Trading City. There are plenty of humans here, they won't be short of them."

"I see, that's how it is~"

Within the territory of the Rain Clan, the wars that posed significant problems outside were trivial matters, and the fairies and humans only discussed them casually during their after-dinner conversations.

After all, compared to this kind of thing, what comes out and what is built and used during this period is more interesting.

For example, those things called televisions installed everywhere, the stories projected on them are quite good.

"呲呲~"

The TV screen flickered and then stabilized, but the image inside had changed to something else—a brown-haired fairy lady.

"Gentlemen, according to the latest intelligence from the White Knight leader, in order to ensure that you do not forget the suffering of the past, we will observe the entire process of this century-long, miraculous war between humans and fairies."

"The White Knight leader said that after this war, everyone and every fairy must write a 100,000-word thank-you note, and it will be broadcast on television afterwards. Although some people and fairies may have to wait for hundreds of years, it will definitely be broadcast!"

So everyone, please remember to watch carefully!

"This sponsorship is provided by White Knight and Morgan's Holy Lance Satellite..."

Next came the reading of the sponsorship agreement, but neither humans nor fairies could concentrate on it; their minds were filled with nothing but the 100,000-word reflection and the letter that would be played again for centuries to come.

Wow! That move was obviously too ruthless!

"What are you going to do?"

A fairy stood up, and someone next to her asked.

"Nothing much, just going to the library to look at some books, otherwise I don't know what to write, and I definitely need to think carefully about what will be projected."

"But we haven't even seen it yet! We don't even know what to see when we go."

The fairy shook her head seriously: "No, literature is interconnected, and the most important thing is..." The other person winked: "Are you sure you'll be able to borrow the book?"

"That makes sense! I'll go with you!"

"Well, let's go!"

This fairy is very clever, but they are not the only ones who are clever; a battle for the books is bound to break out.

In the highest-ranking regular office of Morgan Magic Workshop, several managers sat on the balcony sofa, looking rather old-fashioned. In front of them was a projector screen. They drank hot tea brewed by Shirou Emiya while watching people bustling around the territory.

Maeve: "Ah~ hot tea is so delicious~ By the way, is this really okay? There should be enough books, right? Why do we have to pass a test to get them?"

Chief Rain: "Hmm~ Delicious tea~ I don't know, it was the White Knight leader's decision, go ask him~"

Morgan elegantly sipped his tea: "Fairies and humans are both troublesome creatures; they need their emotions stirred up regularly."

Emiya Shirou: "Yes, it's good to change your emotions from time to time. Otherwise, it's easy to become desensitized if you always encounter the same emotions, which is not good."

Emiya Shirou: "I didn't expect Morgan to even make satellites. Impressive."

Morgan smirked proudly, "Heh heh, you haven't seen all the research yet. You'll be amazed when it comes out!"

"Really? Then I'll wait and see~"

At this moment, tens of thousands of meters above the ground, a giant, pure green holy spear made of magic, tens of meters long, floats and moves. Its surface constantly flashes with magical symbols, which is the key to maintaining this altitude, moving, and preventing it from exploding. At the tip of the holy spear, a magic crystal is embedded, which is a magic camera.

And this type of holy spear doesn't exist singly in the sky; there are multiple of them, and there will certainly be more in the future...

Outside, in the territory next to the trading city, Yuther returned with a heart full of words. He was greeted by his father and predecessors, as well as other partners who had sacrificed for the future of humanity.

Yuther knew why everyone was there: they were waiting for his teacher's answer, waiting for his leader's answer.

Countless eyes turned to him, filled with curiosity, doubt, anticipation... a multitude of emotions.

Facing the many gazes, Yuther straightened his chest and strode forward, stopping in front of everyone and raising his arms high: "Gentlemen! Our teacher said! This is our war, and the choice should be made by ourselves!"

"Therefore! I, Uther, leader of the Round Table, declare once again! We will welcome the fairies' declaration of war! We will defeat the fairies, for the future of humanity!!!"

"···"

A brief silence followed, the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves clearly audible, then a violent shouting erupted.

"For humanity!!!"

"For humanity!!!"

"For humanity!!!"

They couldn't wait any longer; everyone had been waiting for far too long.

The shouts, filled with boundless arrogance, mixed with anger and hatred towards the fairies, carried far and wide, causing many fairies who heard them to silently distance themselves.

"Then, the next step is the preparation phase. The battlefield will definitely not be chosen in our territory. This is our home, our rear area. We must ensure that the flames of war do not reach us."

Youse drew a circle on the map: "Here, the camp is a distance away yet not far away, so the battlefield will be chosen here."

This position is ideal for both offense and defense, making it a perfect battlefield.

"Next, we need to check the food and equipment. Everyone needs to intensify their training during this period, and we must maintain a high standard of three meals a day. If we don't have enough, we can use points to redeem them. We absolutely cannot skimp on the food during this time!"

"No! It's not just about food; everything related to the war must be perfect!"

Yuther assigned the tasks and then joined the training team himself. He knew that he was one of the core members of this war and had to be very, very careful.

While the humans were making preparations to meet the enemy, news of this reached the fairy clans that had declared war.

Looking at the reply, the new Wind Clan Chief, Aurora, who possessed a beautiful appearance and was loved by all the fairies, reached out and picked up the envelope to examine it carefully before tossing it aside.

"Someone, spread the word and have those warlike high-ranking fairies set out to meet the enemy."

The current Wind Clan Chief, Aurora, has perfectly absorbed the information from previous deaths and formally learned the Rain Clan's ideology: stay home if you can avoid going out, living honestly is better than anything else, and if you have to cause trouble, just be an old coin and never wander into the main battlefield.

Those guys said they wanted to wipe out the Round Table Army, so let's go. If we win, she'll benefit a lot as the clan leader. If we lose, it's fine too; it's good that the disobedient ones die.

"Speaking of which, the lack of intelligence from the Rain Clan is truly frustrating... Also, the Mirror Clan and the Winged Clan are heading to the Trading City. Why? It's just a trading city, yet both clans are abandoning their territories. It's so strange..."

"If I have the chance, I should visit the Rain Clan's territory. As a clan leader myself, I don't think I'd refuse."

Aurora wore a captivating smile; she believed no one could refuse her request, not even fairies.

In the territory of the Earth Clan, the short, dwarf elf frowned as he looked at the envelope. They were already accepting the challenge?

The Wind Clan hasn't been dealt with yet, and they've already sent fairies there. I'll do the same; I'll just send some fairies anyway.

"Someone, send those high-ranking fairies from the main battleground to lead their men to the battlefield. Victory is imperative."

"As for me, you guys go first, I'll be there shortly."

The chief of the Tu clan shared a similar idea with the chief of the Feng clan: "You two should fight it out. As the clan chief, I certainly can't just take action. Let's wait and see how things go."

In the territory of the Fang clan, the clan chief was furious as he looked at the contents of the envelope.

"Damn it! You mere human! How dare you be so arrogant, you mere human!"

"Men! Take a headcount and check equipment. Depart immediately! Target: The Round Table Army!"

"The Fang Clan is invincible! All enemies will be crushed!"

The honest and straightforward clan remained true to their nature, with the clan chief personally leading his men in a sprint.

Within the Rain Clan, everyone and the fairies watched the television screen, which was showing the entire Fang Clan setting off.

"Where are the fools? Where is the fool clan?"

“That’s right, the Fool Clan.”

"Yes, the Fool Clan."

Everyone who witnessed this scene had the same thought, and even a fairy said it aloud.

"But as foolish as they may be, the Fang Clan is quite strong. You could even say they are the strongest of the five clans. They're just a bit foolish."

“I agree. I’ve met the Fang Clan fairies before. They are naturally very strong and definitely rank in the top tier, but they are a bit silly.”

"Tsk, can you guys stop talking nonsense? Can you tell us something that nobody knows?"

"...The Wind Clan is an old silver coin?"

"Do you need to tell me? Get out of the way and just watch the show. It would be a problem if you missed something and couldn't write your thoughts."

Everyone's attention returned to the television, where Yuther's Round Table Army, which had already arrived at the battlefield, began planning their camps and troop deployments.

At this moment, the enemy's three fairy clans had just set off. The Wind Clan and the Earth Clan had not yet arrived, but the Fang Clan brought their entire family to the battlefield.

"Quickly! Clean up the battlefield! Clear away all these trees and weeds!"

At the battlefield location, Yuther led his men to continuously clear the surrounding area, determined to remove all trees and debris.

"Fairies are naturally suited to the forest battlefield. We cannot fight on their home turf. The most important thing for us humans is to cooperate and fight. We cannot abandon the safe combat method (group attack)."

Clearing the battlefield, inspecting supplies, planning resources, checking equipment, preparing for battle, selecting combat methods, announcing combat methods, and setting up the battlefield—Yusser and the Round Table Army are ready.

One day, during the waiting period, the advance team sent by Yuther returned, bringing back news of seeing the fairy.

Half a day later, three groups of fairy figures appeared in the forest, in front of them was a cleared area.

Further inwards, there stood Yuther's army of the Round Table, neatly arranged in armor, weapons at their ready for battle; their sharp blades seemed to lower the air temperature by several degrees.

"A fine warrior."

The Ya clan chief looked at this scene and said that he knew this war would not be easy to fight.

As a born warrior, how could he not see the strength of the opposing army? Defeating them would be extremely difficult.

"However, when it comes to strength, I am the strongest, and I am not afraid of you!"

"Boys! Attack! Attack!"

The Ya clan chief shouted and led the charge, followed closely by thousands of fairies.

Seeing the Fang Clan charge, the Wind Clan fairies and the Earth Clan fairies followed suit and launched their own attack.

"Be steady! Prepare for ranged attack!"

The enemy has launched their charge, Yuther raised his hand and shouted.

"Yes!"

Each person is equipped with a ranged crossbow and a casket of arrows.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Arrows rained down, each shot unleashing thousands of arrows, falling densely like raindrops, blocking roads, slowing speeds, and leading the lower-ranking demons.

For some reason, seeing this scene made the Ya clan chief feel a little irritated, as if it brought back bad memories.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he flicked his hands, revealing his sharp, built-in weapons—claws! The claws danced in the air, destroying the arrows overhead. High fairies all had their own ways of dealing with this, some even using their best buddies to shield them from the arrows—an old tradition.

"A tiny attack! A tiny attack!"

As the Ya clan chief mocked, he continued to approach. At that moment, Yuther finished firing his arrows, leaving three behind before reloading his crossbow and throwing it aside as it would be in the way. He decided to leave the three arrows as a means of attack.

Yuther drew his bandaged weapon from behind him, and as he unwrapped the bandages layer by layer, the weapon's true form slowly emerged.

The Holy Lance! Its pure white blade, shrouded in mystery and despair, is undoubtedly a holy lance!

The moment the Holy Lance appeared, the Chief of the Fang Clan had countless things he wanted to say. What a damn thing! Is this something a human could pull out?

This doesn't look right at all! How did this human even manage to pull it out?!

"I am the strongest!!!"

The clan chief roared and led his men in a frenzied charge, while Yuther raised his holy spear, his face showing only unwavering resolve.

Finally, after more than a decade, the holy lance he had picked up as a child was about to unleash its true colors.

Even though I know there will be a price to pay, even though I know I only have three chances to use it, I will not regret it. It is my duty. Even if I don't act, someone else will.

"Holy Lance, unleash!"

‘Buzz! ! ! ’

Visible fluctuations swept around, and the shape of the holy spear in Yuther's hand changed. Black magic power intertwined with the holy spirit appeared, and astonishing magical fluctuations continued to gather and surge, finally covering the spear.