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Chapter 170: Chapter 162

"A full moon, how annoying." I looked up at the sky. Atleast it wasn't a blood moon, that would have been an ominous sign. But it still felt like I was being looked upon by that celestial body.

"Oi, Bastard." I turned to see Mordred standing next to her master.

"What's up, buttercup?"

Mordred frowned in annoyance but otherwise didn't lash out. "After this war is over, I'm gonna kick your ass." She scoffed, before her body started to astralize. "…..don't die." She added right before she disappeared.

I couldn't help but grin. Honestly, I was starting to like her.

"I think she likes me." I laughed, turning my gaze towards Kairi.

He raised an eyebrow, but looked rather relaxed. "Really…I'm starting to wonder if anyone in your family is normal." He shook his head.

"Nope." I said without hesitation.

"Well, not my problem." He shrugged.

"You good?" I asked one last time.

"I got everything I need, and even found a nice spot to hide out and watch from." He patted his jacket. "And your Mystic Codes were appreciated. I hope you don't expect me to pay you back for them if they get used."

I gave him a dozen or so Talismans in case he came across trouble. While not having the same knowledge of the Onmyoji arts that I have, he could still use them, if a bit amateurishly. To him, they were just one-use Mystic Codes that packed a decent punch.

"I told Mordred this but, I look after my people." I gave him a sincere smile. "If you run into issues, use your command seals, run away, do what you need to." I patted his shoulder. "I'll do what I can as well if you run into any dangers."

Kairi barked out a laugh, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping on it. "You're a strange Magus. Maybe I'm stranger because I actually believe you." He turned around, throwing up his hand in a gesture of goodbye before disappearing into the forest.

"Master." Berserker appeared next to me. "Why do you ally with them…..I could do this without their help, you don't need to rely on them." She frowned.

I walked up, wrapping my arms around her. She let out a little sound in surprise, usually she was the one to do things like this. Maybe it was the bond we shared, but I enjoyed having her by my side. To say I felt a kindship with her wouldn't be a lie. "It's true we don't 'need' them, but it doesn't mean the help wouldn't be appreciated."

Honestly, I didn't come into this thinking I would have anyone on my side besides Berserker. To find Mordred and Kairi was a boon I was willing to utilize. Not to mention I had a good impression of the Magus, a very pragmatic man, but he didn't have that same 'ruthlessness' that the Magus Killer carried around with him. Adding Mordred onto the equation, well...how could I not?

My life is really strange.

"I don't like relying on others." She muttered, but sounded a bit content.

"We're not." I smiled, looking up at her. "I'm relying on you, you're relying on me. They're here to help, but it's you I trust to have my back without any hesitation on my part."

"Ahh, to hear you say those words, Mommy is happy." She smiled so brightly; it was hard not to get taken in by it.

"If all goes well, this will be the last night of the War." The plan wasn't difficult, the best plans generally weren't. We just needed the location of the Grail within the Castle, and a big enough distraction to pull their attention and Servants away. "Once we're done, would you like to stick around with me?"

"Of course, Master." She said without hesitation. "A son need their Mother always." The happiness was radiating off her.

I let out a small laugh. "Get ready, we're going in hot." Sir Wiggles pinged me, he saw an army moving on the Yggdmillennia castle.

Servants, I was confident to take any of them on. In a fight, I don't think I'd lose to anyone here, but their Noble Phantasms...it would be a lie to say they didn't frighten me. Yet, this feeling swelling up in my chest, this excitement, I wanted to fight them regardless.

I summoned Mirage into my hand, my familiar blade easing my beating heart.

It was time to begin.

***

Lancer of Black (Vlad lll The Impaler) POV

"Lancer." Darnic addressed me. "Our spies have reported in, the enemies are upon us."

"Hoh." I sat upright on my horse, a fine stallion that my Master had procured. A nostalgic comfort, mounted as I surveyed my troops. "If they're so bold to openly march on us, it would be rude to not meet them halfway." I couldn't help but grin.

They willingly want an open battle such as this? Do they take me for a fool? One of their number attempted to assassinate the Ruler, such actions would not line up with this attack.

A distraction, or something more?

Regardless, I can't say I dislike this kind of battlefield, it is where I thrive the most.

Five Hundred Homunculi I counted, another two hundred Golems of impressive quality.

"Do we have numbers, troop composition, and eyes on the enemy Servants?" I directed my question towards Darnic.

He bowed lightly towards me, answering immediately. "We've located three servants moving along with their forces. It appears as though their numbers comprise completely of some kind of Skeletal constructs, as for their numbers….over ten thousand is a conservative guess."

Hmm, quite a bit. "Skeletal Constructs in such number? Likely to be Dragon Tooth Warriors, a common deployment method of the Caster class." Or so says the Grail. It was a common enough method of the Casters that such information was not hidden behind identities.

And the Servants showing themselves so blatantly. This could be nothing but a provocation, and one we had to accept.

It doesn't matter, in the face of absolute strength, their schemes will be for naught.

Not that we did not take many precautions for various avenues of attack ourselves. The Castle is a fortress even a Servant would have a hard time penetrating.

I frowned, thinking of the Assassin that went silent in another city. We didn't have time to figure out what happened over there. "Rider." I called out.

"Yosh, I'm here." The pink haired man appeared.

"Take to the skies." I commanded.

"Okey Dokey." He did a mock solute, summoning his mount. As majestic the creature was, it seemed to posses a disposition similar to its master. It liked to…..pose when summoned. He shot off at a blinding speed. If nothing else, Rider was capable, even with his eccentricities.

"Saber, remain hidden for now." I glanced at the Dragon Slayer. He was a powerful Servant, he would be crucial in battle. "Berserker, you're with me." I turned towards the other melee combatant. The Woman-thing that wore a wedding dress.

"Raaah." She nodded, aware enough to accept orders.

I turned my head upwards, to the tower sitting aloft the Castle. Archer glanced back at me, his gaze meeting mine.

We both nodded, words not needing to be spoken here. Knowing who he was, I did not feel the need to command him. Perhaps I would feel awkward if I had to do so, he reminded me too much of the teachers I had when I was a child. Nonetheless, he knew the role I wished him to partake, as obvious it was.

"I shall attend to the Castle's defenses." Darnic bowed again, his words indication of his intent to retreat to safety. Not that I expected more of this man who was so keen to hand over such Authority to his summoned Servant. I wouldn't balk at the ease I could command, but it struck me as odd that he was so willing to forgo his lofty throne.

It seemed that no Magus wished to accompany us to this battle. While I could understand the reasoning, it only lowered my opinion of them even more so. A Master is a part of a Servant's strength, the pair are to brave the dangers together as per their contract.

I summoned forth my spear and held it aloft, pointing towards the oncoming army. "March!" I commanded as our forces began moving.

Perhaps it was just my own amusement that I went through with this, they were already almost upon us, we truly only needed to wait a moment or two.

Old habits are hard to break.

The rattling of bones, and cumulative footsteps upon the earth that made the land tremble, my blood started to boil at the thought.

The enemy servants, I could see them accompany the haphazardly organized skeletons, these – Dragon tooth warriors. A single of our Homunculi could defeat a few of those, and our Golems would need just as many Homunculi to be defeated as well. While the numbers were not in our favor, we were not on the losing end of this exchange.

In the distance, I spotted a green blur, dashing through the Air. A chariot pulled upon three horses, I could guess who commanded such a contraption. Our Rider would have his work cut out for him.

And the Lancer Servant that Saber described, he skulked the left side of the army, prepared for battle. He had a good look in his eyes, I was excited to cross my spear with his.

Finally, there was the Archer Servant, bow in her hand and strange animal features, but I cared not about her circumstance. Unique all three appeared, but first guesses at their identities would be fruitless.

I held my Spear up, gesturing for my forces to cease movement. "Hmm, lets see what their first move shall – " A sudden crack of thunder filled the area, and a bolt of lightning struck the ground between our two armies.

My eyes widened at the sudden arrival of two individuals, a Red-haired man that had the same description Saber also gave previously as well as the woman who stood with her back to his, the Servant no doubt.

"Red Faction, Black Faction." The Magus addressed us, his voice carrying more than it should, a sure sign of Magecraft in use. "If you want to fight, we'll take you all on." He declared raising his hand up in a beckoning manner.

"ARROGANT BOY!"

***

Wilhelm POV

"ARROGANT BOY"! The Servant riding a horse, spear in hand, shouted from the Black Faction's side.

Well, looks like I have their attention, now to keep it. Let see…..how did Sir Wiggles do it….something like this? I gathered lighting around my hands, condensing into an almost armor-like form.

Haha, tingly.

Would need to practice this a little bit, but I had an idea.

I raised my hand up towards the thousands of Skeletons coming towards us, unperturbed by our sudden appearance even if the Red Faction Servant's hadn't reacted yet.

Condense the Lightning into an attack, channeling through Runic Circles, shall we call this.... "Lightning Rain." I breathed out, dozens of spears of Lightning manifested in the sky above, and began to rain down onto the oncoming horde.

Each one that struck the ground discharged the accumulated power, they unraveled and erupted at the point of impact, creating a storm of electricity at each point.

{Raikou.} I called out through our mental link. I looked up in the sky and saw Rider's glowing chariot coming down at us. {Take care, don't push yourself too hard and your priority is survival.} I could tell she was going after the Lancer immediately. Whatever strange link she had with him, I would let her settle it on her own if that was her desire.

A quick glance at her, and her smile did fill me with confidence {I look forward to our lives after we win, Master.} She sent back, gripping her sword tight.

I turned back towards the killing intent in the distance. A force slammed into the ground, Rider abandoning his chariot that was in the sky. "WILHELM" He let out a roar, Magical Energy erupted from where he stood, a whirlwind following in his wake. He didn't seem to care about the minions that were utterly annihilated as he pushed right through the army towards me.

A Noble Phantasm?

I couldn't help but smile, and I sent a quick thanks to Thorum for what I was about to do. "WULD NAH KEST" My voice bellowed out, the air shifted around me, and I kicked off as well, a second whirlwind firing towards his with me at the center.

My sword flash out, meeting the tip of a spear aiming for my heart. The surroundings were utterly blown away, the ground ruptured at the sheer impact.

The Magical energy cascaded off the struggling weapons, each edge not budging from their spots.

"You bastard, you're mine now." Achilles had a maniac grin on his face, a mixture of exhilaration and anger.

"I've been waiting for this rematch, Siegfried." I smirked.

***

Round two.

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Chapter 171: Chapter 163

My Mirage struggled against his spear, neither giving an inch.

"Haha!" Rider of Red began to laugh, a wide grin on his face and killing intent pouring out onto me. "I knew it, bastard, you were holding back before."

I couldn't help but match his expression. "Like you're one to talk." I pushed his spear away and slashed at his body, he didn't even bother to dodge, raising his arm and my blade pushed against his skin without budging.

"That shit isn't gonna work!" He shouted, grabbing onto the edge of my sword, his spear reeled back, the air distorting as it pushed towards my heart again.

"Zun Haal Viik." I shouted, the words vibrated in the air as they enveloped him. The muscles on his arm bulged as his eyes widened, he did his best to remain a grip on his spear, but it was forced out of his hand and flew to the side.

Still not a Shout I was particularly adept in, but it did its job.

To his credit, the moment of confusion was brief, his knee was already sailing towards my stomach. I slapped my hand down to block it and his fist moved towards my head, my Aura flaring to shield me from the blow, and his hand still gripped tight on my sword.

"Tricks." He spat out eyeing the shining barrier projected from my soul.

I held my free hand up towards his face, the lightning still clinging tightly to my arm like armor. "Burst." I let all the lightning uncoil and burst out of my hand, right into his face. I felt the grip on my sword lessen enough that I could pull it free.

He took a step back, regaining his composure quickly.

"As I thought." I tapped my sword on my shoulder. "Your Noble Phantasm prevents 'damage' not the physical force behind my blow."

Rider cracked his neck, holding his hand out to retrieve his spear. "The fact that you know that, and still call me Siegfried." He let out a sigh. "You're doing it just to piss me off."

"Come, Dragon slayer!" I called out with a cheeky smile.

"And it's working more than it should." He lost his grin, going into a stance.

He was about to attack before hundreds of the skeletal monsters began to swarm on me, their battlefield lines had finally been restored and I was quickly reminded where exactly we began our second fight.

How many eyes were on us right now?

"Annoying pests!" Rider shouted, Magical Energy coalesced around him as he thrust his spear. Hundreds of thorn-like blades made of his Mana stabbed at everything around us, including me.

My other swords shot out of my ring at blinding speed, arcing and swinging in every which way around me.

Rider's gaze met mine and I merely raised an eyebrow at his attack. "Cute." I replied, waving my hand to have my swords hover around me slowly.

"Well, you do make this more interesting." He tapped his foot on the ground and retook a proper stance.

Again right as he was about to attack the sky filled with arrows, coming right towards me.

"Sis!" Rider shouted, an annoyance in his voice.

"Well, I guess we're doing this." I muttered, but I couldn't really fault her. I did step out in the middle of two armies and challenged everyone, it was no place to expect a duel. "One hundred Birds." I swung Mirage. The overlayed slashes comprised of Magical Energy to mimic the Sword Phantoms founds in Eastern Ideology.

I could recall when doing ten of them was straining for me.

I tilt my head slightly as a few arrows pierced through my attacks, the penetrative power was surprising enough that I had to have my swords shoot up and block.

"Rider." Archer of Red appeared next to the Spear-wielder. "This isn't a duel, get your head out of your ass and focus."

Right, right. I had to focus too. I glanced to the side and noticed that Raikou was already engaging the Lancer Servant of Red. I don't know what her deal was, or perhaps I did. We hadn't spoken of Lancer's identity, but I think we could both guess at it based on the more obvious clues provided. It seemed to be a sore spot for her, and I don't think even she understood why, so the topic was left alone.

I turned at glanced at the Black Faction out of the corner of my eye. Lancer was staring at me. The look in his eyes, it made me feel as if he wanted to skewer me without hesitation yet….he did not move.

No, he gestured every now and then, and the forces around him moved at his command. They began to engage the horde of skeletons --- or rather the Dragon Tooth Warriors. They are a rather inexpensive creation by those from the older Age. They are rather simple to make by planting dragon teeth in the ground. I know Medea can make them easily, but there are probably dozens of other famous Magi who could do the same, so that doesn't narrow down Caster of Red's identity.

Well, to be able to create them on this scale is rather impressive. I think even Medea would have trouble doing something like this. Either the Caster is on her level or has a frightening amount of resources at their disposal.

Unfortunately, Dawnbreaker won't be more useful than a normal sword here. While these things were skeletons, they weren't 'undead'.

Regardless, the army of Dragon Tooth Warriors engaged the army of Golems and Homunculi.

I clicked my tongue as I saw the created humanoids fall to the constructs.

Truthfully, I did not like killing people.

I could weave some poetic reasoning as to why, but to put it simply, I find it wasteful. That doesn't mean I hesitate to do it when I have a reason, or I cower away when I have my blade to someone's neck. If someone needs to die, I will take their head without hesitation.

Homunculi though, raised and bred to be disposal soldiers. Their eyes looked utterly dead, even when they were skewered by several Dragon Tooth Warriors, they didn't cry out or scream. They just moved to continue as best they could before their lives finally ended.

Annoying.

"I believe I said, I was going to take you all on." I turned my head fully towards Lancer of Black who sat upon a horse surveying the battlefield. I wanted their attention fully on me. Taking three Talismans between my fingers, I flung them at the Servant.

They became shooting stars, crossing the battlefield at amazing speed towards their target.

The Lancer servant held out his hand, a baleful aura gathered around, a grin rising on his face as he jerked his arm up. Stakes shot out of the ground, piercing through the paper spellworks, stopping them in their tracks.

"Impressive for a Master." Lancer spoke for the second time this evening. "To think a living being dares to act so arrogantly infront of so many Servants." He stepped off his steed, giving it a pat as it started trotting away.

I slid to the side, lightning arcing cross the ground in my wake as I looked at the green-haired Rider who resumed our fight. "Don't ignore me." He said with a cheeky smile.

"Bindings of Gaia." I pressed my hand to the ground, forming the Runic Sentences to actualize my spell. The roots sprung up around the Rider servant as I swung my sword, destroying another hail of Arrows the Archer of Red shot at me.

She had already disappeared into the crowd, arrows continuing at me from the shadows.

Whisper flashed through the area, carving out runes, spells forming and shooting off at every appearance of the cat-like woman.

My attention was on Lancer of Black though, I flicked my hand to cast my own spells. My Runic Circles floated behind me, discharging lightning at the spear-wielding servant. Surprisingly, he didn't move at the coming barrage.

"Berserker." He lazily called out, a woman wearing a wedding dress with strange limbs jumped infront of him. She crackled with her own lightning, the big mace in her hand erupted to disrupt my attacks with ease.

"Raaaaaah!" She shouted, the ground bursting beneath her as she ran at me.

My Bindings of Gaia wore off, Rider staring at me, spear in hand as he thrust it forward, covering the distance within a blink of an eye.

Arrows filled the sky, some even given me a dreadful feeling, packed full of magical energy.

Even Lancer swung his hand out, Stakes jutting out of the ground as they threatened to impale me from below.

I let out a sigh. I guess this is what I get for challenging so many Servants at once, they are a prideful bunch and would make me regret this course.

But still….. "That's more like it." I couldn't help but grin as the Dragon Slaying blade flew into my hand. My Magical energy erupted as I gripped the Noble Phantasm and invoked its true name. "Ascalon!"

Their surprise was obvious, my sword moved in inhuman ways that defied the conventional laws of the world to block every attack that was aimed at me. A nearly perfect defense. Mace was deflected to the side, Spear was blocked, arrows shattered, and stakes rebuked.

As my Noble Phantasm's effect ended, I reached out and grabbed Berserker's Mace, the lightning dancing up my arm. I forcefully repelled it by recovering my own arm in my own lightning element. Slamming my foot onto the ground, I hefted her mace up, which she refused to let go of, and threw her towards the last spot I saw Archer.

I slid my foot against the ground, casting an Earthen Spike spell towards Rider to obscure his vision. In that moment that he was caught off guard, I took out the Staff of Magnus, pointing it at the Rider Servant. A spell circled formed at the tip, actualizing a rather simple spell. "Thunderbolt." It was a stronger variant of a Lightning Bolt, packing a bit more punch. Adding on my lightning affinity, it discharged with an impressive force.

The spot he was standing on was scorched, my own Earthen Spikes had been utterly reduced to ash.

"You bastard, you have something like that." The dust settled, Achilles stood there, arms covering his face. He had good instinct to alteast do that in that brief moment. One of his arms had been charred black. "A Divine Construct?" He narrowed his eyes.

"So I was right, Divinity is the key." I tapped the staff on my shoulder before pointing it towards Lancer of Black. "Fires of Muspelheim." Whisper wasn't inactive this time, weaving the spell for me to use. The intense flames came together and erupted in the direction of Lancer.

I thought about firing it at Rider, but with his speed, even at this distance, I knew he would be able to dodge it now that he knew not to trust his own protections.

Rider didn't seem to care, his face was eerily calm. "A Noble Phantasm, and a Divine Construct." His arm was black, armor having been destroyed, yet he didn't look phased. I could only praise his martial ability in these circumstances. "Who are you?"

"I would very much like to know that as well." Lancer's growl reverberated across the battlefield, the smoke and fire died down to reveal his untouched figure, stakes falling away and disappearing into ashes in the wind as they acted like a shield at my attack.

No, that wasn't quite right, he was burned a little bit, but nothing writing home about. Still, my spell harmed him and he had to defend against it, that was something.

"Raaaaah!" Berserker's growl also sounded out, accompanied by an explosive burst of lightning in the crowd of skeletons. She didn't look all too pleased with me. Maybe it was the arrows sticking out of her back? Couldn't see Archer anywhere, but she was a wily one, hard to pin down even with my perception.

"Shall I properly introduce myself then?" I chuckled. I guess I fully earned the attention of everyone here instead of just being an annoyance. Well, the battlefield clearly warped around my presence, It was hard to ignore me at this point when I was going after everyone and anyone. It would be the smart thing to just deal with a chaotic entity like me before looking at each other.

"Wilhelm Henry Schweinorg, at your service." At my words, the sky above crackled ominously.

***

Chaotic battlefield with MC properly introducing himself.

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