Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, quantity often cannot compare to quality.

"Buzz!"

As the black tide surged and billowed, a roar arose once more. The goddess of vengeance in the center of the shield half-leaned, and giant snakes formed from her long, purplish-red hair slowly opened their eyes, their deep, serpentine pupils suddenly snapping open and closing.

"Chi chi chi!"

In an instant, streaks of purplish-red light shot out from the eyes of the goddess and the serpents, turning everything in their path to a gray-white.

Whether it was the charging shadow followers or the surging black tide, everything froze instantly, remaining in a static posture, becoming nothing more than a strange and eerie embellishment to the battlefield.

Princess Anastasia of Russia, gazing at the deathly silent battlefield, felt as if she were in a large stone art gallery, and a chill ran down her spine.

The terrifying destructive power, though I had witnessed it several times before, was still unparalleled in its shock and sense of insignificance when tens of thousands of Shadow Followers were wiped out in an instant!

Is this the true power of the gods and the ability of divine artifacts?

"Ellie!"

Just as the scene fell into dead silence, Artoria's anxious shouts came from behind.

Samuel was momentarily flustered and subconsciously turned his head to look back.

The Knight King was holding Irisviel, who had fallen into a coma again, and was trying to control the overflowing magic power of the Grail within his Master. However, no matter how he tried to "block" or "drain" it, it was all in vain.

Clearly, as the battle intensifies, Irisviel, who is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of Fuyuki City's ley lines, is nearing her limit.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the huge, pitch-black cube, which had suffered a defeat in the first battle, seized the opportunity when Samael was stunned, and with a loud hum, another wave of dense black mud poured down.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The black tide, resembling a mixture of asphalt and oil, mercilessly swept across the ground, tearing apart and devouring the lifeless sculptures along its path.

Immediately afterwards, a giant wave, several times larger than before, crashed down.

Just as Samael was in a dilemma, several colorful and different streams of light streaked across the sky and hung straight up.

"puff!"

A golden-red spear wheel hurtled into the earth, and with its powerful thud, the mud and soil clumped together, and towering, jagged peaks rose up from the ground, resembling a forest of stone spears, or like five fingers clasped together, sealing off the entire low-lying battlefield and the flowing black mud.

—Embracing the sacred peaks, the saddle of the underworld!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Immediately following, amidst the rumbling of the red and black sky, streaks of azure lightning, as thick as buckets, snaked down and struck the edge of the black tide, targeting the shadowy figures that were trying to break through the forest of bullets by squeezing through the gaps or climbing upwards.

—Azure thunder, Heavenly Roar Temple!

"Buzz!"

At the same time, light patterns spread across the sky, and the falling golden starlight gathered in an open, fair palm. Then, with the trembling of the bowstring, it was loaded into the magazine, turning into a beam of light. Like kindling that ignites the world and brings light, it carried unparalleled intensity and brilliance, tearing through the dark clouds and shooting towards the black cube suspended in mid-air.

—The mountains are awe-inspiring, the stars are shining brightly!

Ereshkigal, Gugalana, and Rin...

At this moment, Samael, who was originally in a dilemma, relaxed his tense heartstrings when his eyes fell on the three familiar figures.

"boom!"

But before the ancient serpent could calm down, a violent and majestic roar came from mid-air, and purplish-red lightning, as dense as a waterfall, forcefully annihilated the attack from the Sky Boat Maana.

"Are you guys ever going to stop?!"

In an instant, the raging lightning converged into a raised iron palm. The short, red-haired, violent loli stood on the ladder made of black mud, her eyes fierce and her expression resentful, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair, about to leap up and bite the hunter's throat.

But then a slender, fair hand rested on the violent loli's shoulder, easily suppressing the irritability and impulsiveness that Beatrice had inherited from the divinity.

"Your task is to guard this door, understand?"

Above the steps extending forward from the black cube, Darius, the head of the Ainsworth family, stood with one hand in his pocket, coldly offering a reminder.

Then, Darius's dark eyes gazed at the Holy Grail, which had been declared mature, on the open ground. He took a deep, greedy, and twisted breath, a flash of fanaticism crossing his face.

"The Holy Grail is overflowing, and the light of salvation will soon shine upon this world. Do not let outsiders disturb His Highness!"

"As ordered..."

At that moment, a mechanical reply came, and the black facets behind Darius rippled like water. Angelica, another battle doll of the Ainsworth family, also came over, took a stance, and the gates of Babylon opened fully, revealing the prototypes of the treasures in the treasury.

"Leave this to us!"

"Focus on what you're supposed to be doing!"

The twin goddesses in mid-air exchanged a glance and, without prior arrangement, chose to confront the two deities guarding the outer perimeter of the dark cube.

"It seems I'll have to get serious this time. I'll take responsibility for that imposter!"

Immediately, Koyanskaya stretched her limbs, took her Master Princess with her, and walked towards the battlefield with a cold smile, as usual, to seek revenge on that Egyptian sun god.

Taking advantage of the opening, Samael, seeing this situation, did not hesitate to turn his back to the three of them, turned around and rushed towards Irisviel, taking over from Artoria to stabilize the host body of the Holy Grail.

The vessel of the Holy Grail, the light of salvation!

No! Get out of my way!

Darius, whose heart had been completely corrupted by fanaticism, was enraged when he saw the darkness emerging from Samael gradually covering the blessed light overflowing from the Lesser Grail. He immediately leaped off the suspended platform, his large, veiny hands throwing out a replacement card, and grabbed a huge, grotesque black axe-sword in mid-air, aiming it at the back of the target who was stabilizing Irisviel's injuries.

"when!"

A sharp, metallic clang, carrying a surge of magical energy, exploded in an instant.

"A sneak attack from behind? You despicable scoundrel!"

Similarly, Artoria, now free to act, unhesitatingly stood behind Samael and used her sword to repel the head of the Ainsworth family.

"You fools! You dare to obstruct the world's rebirth! How despicable! How despicable! How despicable!"

Seeing his attack thwarted, the emotionally unstable Darius roared angrily at the heroic spirit before him, who was unaware of his "good intentions."

"Then... die!"

With a ferocious roar, Darius flung out two cards with different humanoid patterns engraved on their backs.

hum!hum!

In an instant, the two cards inserted into the ground turned into a pool of flowing black mud, which then coalesced into two figures with dark skin and red and black lines on their skin.

"Lancer! Caster!"

At this moment, the owner of the Linglong Pavilion behind the slope looked at the two familiar facial features and exclaimed in astonishment.

However, the two heroic spirits hatched from the black mud paid no heed to this, their red and black eyes filled with a twisted and frenzied undertone.

"evil ways!"

Artoria, who adheres to the code of chivalry, was enraged by this sight. She raised her holy sword and slashed at the two puppets before her, who were still at the mercy of others even after death.

"boom!"

However, as a menacing spear covered in scarlet thorns swept across, Artoria was thrown back dozens of meters like a cannonball before her momentum came to a stop.

Furthermore, as soon as the Knight King inhaled, his blood surged in his chest, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

How could this be? That's incredible!

Artoria looked up in astonishment, staring in surprise at the dark monster before her. Its body was covered in blood-red markings, one eye was sunken in, while the other was abnormally protruding; its gaping maw stretched all the way to its ears; and bone spurs pierced through its flesh, extending to form a hideous beast tail. A deep sense of fear crept into her eyes.

"Hahaha, Lancer, His Highness is right, you are indeed the best breeding ground! Deal with this woman! Bring back the Holy Grail!"

Darius, seeing this, laughed wildly with delight and coldly gave the order.

Instantly, Cú Chulainn, a ferocious beast covered in thorns, charged forward with an overwhelming aura of malevolence, his crimson spear poised to pierce through the knight before him and the man behind him.

"Chi chi chi!"

But then, a series of sharp, piercing sounds pierced the air, and beneath the surging stream of light, Attila, Kama, Solomon, Alexander, Scáthach, and other heroic spirits emerged from the light barrier.

"Stab!"

At the same time, accompanied by the screeching sound of tires, an off-road vehicle with a blown engine, belching black smoke, crashed into a ditch and was barely forced to stop.

"Dangdang!"

Immediately afterwards, a crimson fireball pierced through the deformed car door, and the intense heat melted the hard metal, creating a large enough hole for a person to pass through.

A middle-aged man with a middle parting, a sexy mustache, and a signature red suit, pulled a handkerchief from his chest with one hand to brush the dust off his clothes, and with the other hand, he leaned on an expensive ruby ​​wand as he gracefully stepped out of the car.

Samael paused for a moment, then looked surprised.

"Tokiomi?"

"It seems we're not too late."

Upon waking, Tokiomi Tohsaka gracefully bowed and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

Immediately afterwards, the Sajō sisters, Marisbury, Kirei Kotomine, and others squeezed out of the carriage and stood in front of Samael.

Crusaders, all present!

Chapter 233 Alice's Big Wholesale? (4k)

“Cú Chulainn…”

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom's gaze fell upon the grotesque monster standing in the mud, its body black and red, its limbs mutated, and a beast tail extending from its back. The long-buried memories in her mind seemed to be touched, and she couldn't help but open her lips and call out the name that she vaguely remembered.

As a mentor to heroes, she has trained and taught many disciples, and the man before her is one of them.

Moreover, he is one of the most promising candidates.

During his brief period of study, he not only inherited some of the essence of his spear technique and figured out a fighting style that suited him, but also mastered eighteen of the original twenty-four runes.

With his talent, if he could devote himself to studying, he might become someone who could see beyond the boundaries of life and death and go even further.

However, his explosive and impetuous personality was his fatal flaw, causing him to suffer setbacks throughout his life.

The vague sense of familiarity before him made the Irish Son of Light pause for a moment, but that hesitation was quickly torn apart by an even more twisted madness and bloodlust.

Warriors! Kill!

Friend! Kill!

Woman! Kill her!

Kill the old and weak!

"Kill...kill...kill!"

The Irish Child of Light growled, his eyes bloodshot, grinning savagely, with several bony spikes protruding from his body, resembling a slaughterous beast that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and traversed countless brutal battlefields.

To deal with ten thousand armies, to face all things, to drive out ten thousand people.

There is absolutely no room for outsiders to intervene here.

Whether lovers, comrades-in-arms, children, or even kings,

Nothing is needed.

Always aloof, always the strongest, always victorious.

Slaughter, slaughter, endless slaughter.

At the end of the road lay a mountain of corpses.

Sing praises to the strongest, take pride in the strongest, and let the strongest be renowned throughout the world.

Even if no one admits it, I will admit it.

His name is Cú Chulainn.

The strongest warrior in Ulster!

Seeing the former Irish hero, her disciple who had learned the art of spear from her, reduced to such a state, Queen Scáthach of the Shadow Kingdom's gaze turned cold, her aura imposing, devoid of joy or sorrow. She dragged her two crimson demonic spears along, leaving two straight trails in her wake, and her accumulated power surged rapidly.

"To lose your mind and become a mindless beast is truly pathetic. In that case, let me send you on your way, Cú Chulainn..."

"……kill!"

At that moment, as Scáthach closed to within ten steps, the demonized Cú Chulainn suddenly raised his head, muttering in a low voice, his savage intent instantly overflowing. His two inhuman claws crossed and swung forward, bringing with them a sharp wind and a piercing whistle that almost hurt one's eardrums.

"Dang-dang-dang!"

In an instant, a figure flashed by, and the crimson demonic spear and the sharp beast claws clashed and sparked fiercely in mid-air.