67 The 'Great' Grail War Starts
(1 out of 4 chapters this week)
Amakusa Shirou was pondering what Achilles said to him.
'A woman so powerful that she should not be in this world. How could it be that this ritual attracted the attention of such a being?
Is it because it's 14 Servants instead of 7?'
The fake priest could not understand the reasoning behind such a being existence being part of the ritual.
'Then again, the Holy Grail was something King Arthur was seeking in his life. That could be the reason all along.'
The Ruler from the previous war continues to think about why this witch is part of the war.
Eventually, he decided to drop it and instead think of a means to defeat her when such time and IT will come. For what he wants from the cup, his actions will make her act against him as well.
"Assassin. I want you to prepare the most potent poison you can. We CAN'T lose against her. Even if we are 'allies', we will strike when the black faction is down."
"Oh my. Not only the Hanging Gardens but my Sikera Usum as well!" With a burst of black fog, his Assassin appeared next to him.
She is pleased that he wants to use all of her powers.
"We will throw everything we can, Assassin, everything." The white-haired fake priest said while clenching his hand. His hand was slightly trembling; he didn't like that his plans slowly are falling apart like this.
"Oi! Bossman! Your Berserker got loose!" Achilles appeared with some amusement as he sounded like he was watching a play.
"Rider, what do you mean Berserker is loose!?" Semiramis looked as if someone had slapped her.
"Exactly what I just said. Caster did something to him. He is now rushing towards the Black Faction's castle."
Shirou frowned at hearing that.
"We are not ready! Rider, can you try stopping him?"
Achilles shrugged his shoulders; he looked like it was not his business.
"You do know that you will be able to face the black faction in this mission, don't you?" The priest quickly tried to persuade his ace fighter.
"...You have a point. Okay, let's see how well Berserker fares against my chariot." With a burst of particles, the Troyan Hero disappeared to fetch the Berserker of Red.
"Assassin, in the meantime, return to your work on your garden."
"But— Master! Our forces are thin!"
"I know, but your Hanging Gardens are the priority. Nothing matters if we don't have it. Besides, we will have a chance to see other red faction members in action."
"...You think Morgan will move?"
"I can only guess. According to witch's myths, a woman like her is an opportunistic person. With a loose Berserker, she could use this opportunity to diminish the ranks of the Black Faction."
The Queen of Assyria slowly nodded. She then realised where this was going.
"I see; if that is to happen, we will strike once they are all tired." She explained what he was thinking!
"Precisely!"
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Regardless of Amakusa Shirou's thinking, the Black Faction was also on the move!
They are preparing to take back their town, which this fog took.
Golems and Homunculi, followed by Saber of Black and Rider of Black, the pair were a strange duo.
The rider, who looked like a girl, was constantly chatting, while the Saber was always silent
"Well, boys—" the pink-haired Rider said with a smirk as he looked at the homunculus." -and girls! As well as living rocks! Let's start this adventure!" He pointed forward towards a foggy-looking town.
Sadly for the chirpily Rider of Black, no one was talking back to him. So it looked like he was talking to himself.
"C'mon! I am trying to cheer up the mood!"
"Shut up! We are here to retake the town!" Fat blonde Master of Saber said with an annoyed voice.
"I am here to win! Now let's go!" The moment Magus said that, everyone started to advance.
Even though the guy was with two Servants and a mixed army of Homunculus and Golems, he was shaking from fright.
However, at this moment, his Greed for renown and acknowledgement is pushing him forward into this next battle.
A few minutes later, as the group was advancing through the streets, they realised something was off.
"Yo! Welcome to the party, Black Faction!" The fog cleared out and revealed Mordred waiting for them.
The group from Yggdmillennia frowned, seeing the Servant waiting for them.
"Who are you!?"
Mordred almost stumbled upon hearing the question!
"Are you stupid!? I am Saber of Red!" The Knight of Treachery showered her sword as it started crackling with red lightning.
"Master." The tall white-haired Servant of the fat blonde took a step forward.
"Fine! Saber! Destroy that Servant!"
With a nod, the tall Servant summoned his massive crossguard blade.
"Great! Let's fight! You will serve a nice warm-up before I face my father for a rematch!"
Mordred roared as she lunged at Saber Black.
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"Your Grace, should we leave Mordred like this?" Melusine asked her Queen as they watched the fight transmitted into the lake like a massive TV screen.
Morgan had a fancy throne conjured for herself, sitting leisurely in it.
"I want to see my panhuman creation at work. Besides, we need to enjoy this war as much as possible. These factions have prepared this war just for us."
The Fairy Queen leisurely said to her knight as she summoned a cup of tea from her gate.
"As you wish. I bet His Grace is having fun as well." The Dragon girl said with an amused smirk. Her gaze went to another water-screen.
It was showing another fight happening on the other side of the Trifas.
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Achilles clicked his tongue as he couldn't reason with the Berserker of his faction. The mad gladiator was rushing towards the castle like crazy.
Spartacus was a 'legitimate' Berserker; the moment he knew where the 'oppressors' were, he rushed forward to deal with them.
The Troyan Hero couldn't do two things at once. He could just break a couple of bones and knock that guy out. But what about his fight with the Black Faction? This situation is annoying!
Rider of Red rolled his eyes and proceeded to change tactics.
"Fine! Since you don't want to come in quietly, you are forcing my hand!"
The Greek Hero's mana surged as he swiftly turned around his chariot and descended into a rushing Spartacus.
"Oppressors! I shall bring you to justice!" The Gladiator Hero madly grinned as he didn't even register the incoming Rider. He was rushing towards the castle in the distance.
With a powerful smack, the chariot smashed into the back of Spartacus, making him stumble and land face-first into the ground.
"Hey! I said stop! Do you hear— me!?" At that moment, Achilles felt the danger to his life as he jumped back.
*SWOSH*
Several arrows passed through; he was barely able to dodge them.
'Someone who can damage me!?'
The Troyan Hero looked at the castle. He could see it was a Servant, an Archer with a Divine trait.
'What a pleasant surprise! It appears Teacher is here as well!'
Before he could comment, the Gladiator, under his chariot, blasted up and punched Achilles.
"That won't work."
Even though the punch connected, the Greek Hero skidded away a few metres. He didn't feel a thing. Instead, he proceeded to lunge back at the Berserker.
But once again, arrows went for him.
So he needed to sidestep.
"Oppressors are showing their face! I will kill all of them!" The Gladiator noticed the arrows and proceeded to charge back at the castle.
"You know what? I don't care. I am going to fight them as well!"
The Troyan Hero decided not to bother and instead focused on the fight against his teacher. Bring back Spartacus wasn't in his mind anymore.
Rider jumped back on his chariot and proceeded to rush towards the castle.
At that moment, something jumped down from the castle, summoned a horse and rushed towards Spartacus.
Spikes proceeded to rise from the ground and slammed into the Berserker.
'That's guy's Noble Phantasm are spikes? Then he is that Dracula guy…' Achilles remembered the details he got from the Grail upon summoning.
'Well, whatever. It's not like this guy is important. My battle lies somewhere else!' Rider of Red didn't bother much with the black-dressed Servant from the Black Faction. Instead, he focused on the Archer!
"Teacher! I can't believe I have this opportunity to face you!" Achilles loudly exclaimed as he proceeded to lunge at the Archer of Black.
"Then come, Achilles, let's see how much you have improved!" The Archer named Chiron, the great Sage and teacher of Heroes, exclaimed with a challenging voice.
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Vlad Tepes, the infamous Dracula of Transilvania, looked at the castle.
"So that is Achilles, such a powerful presence." The Count hummed with satisfaction. He never thought that he would have a chance to face such an enemy.
Before he can return to the Keep, he feels a powerful mana surge not far from his location.
His gaze snapped back, and he looked at the source, a male in his twenties with short black hair and distinctive blue eyes.
'How did he appear like that!?'
"The Impaler, truly, an honour to meet such a figure." The person who just appeared from nowhere sounded impressed.
"And you are?"
"Master of Archer of Red."
"Ho? Quite the confidence you have to stand before me like this!" Lancer of Black was somewhat amused and even baffled that a Magus was standing before him like this.
"Indeed. Recently, I finished upgrades to my Berserker; I want to see how he fares."
With a snap of his finger, blueish-green particles surged in front of this Master.
It is swirling into a tornado of mana, forming into an armoured being radiating an enormous amount of mana.
"Just because you have an extra Servant doesn't mean you will be victorious." Vlad the Impaler said with a confident voice.
"This is my homeland, and I have an advantage."
"Are you sure about that?"
With a burst of insane speed, the armoured Berserker rushed towards Lancer, who tried to block, but the shrouded knight grabbed the Count by his head and threw him into the forest.
'Impossible! How can this thing be so fast!'
Dracula tried to resist the force of the throw, but he couldn't muster his strength.
'Why did I stop getting a boost from land!?'
With a flip, the Lancer kicked off from the tree trunk and rushed to meet the incoming armoured Berserker.
"Foolish! Without a weapon, I shall impale you!"
At that moment, black lines gathered around the armoured Berserker's hand. It looked like a weapon got drawn into his hand!
These black lines formed into a massive claymore. Becoming solid, and then they quickly collided with the spikes Lancer had just created!
"Impossible! You created a Noble Phantasm!?"
The Count's eyes trembled with sheer disbelief.
Blueish-green lines like veins spread through the claymore as mana surged and then overpowered Dracula's, Kazikli Bey.
'This can't be! My Noble Phantasm is linked directly to the land!'
*Roar*
With a swing of claymore, the impact has sent the Count flying once again.
'Such power! What are you!?'
The Lancer of Black couldn't control his path as he smashed through several trees, stopping tens of metres away.
Pain washed his whole body.
"I see… so this is your Red Faction's trump card! This Servant can seal my empowerment of the land. Me being in such a weakened state, your Archer will strike the killing blow." Vlad the Third said with realisation.
"That's quite the theory you came up with. But you are wrong. My Berserker is a part of Fae; the side effect is that he has Territory Creation as a personal skill.
Your empowerment of land nullified because of my Servant's side effects." The Master of the armoured Berserker appeared not far from Count's location; he explained his Servant's powers with a smooth voice.
"Hmm, I see. Well, it doesn't change that I am at a disadvantage." The Lancer of Black didn't know how to feel about that. His greatest of power boosts nullified so casually!
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