Indeed, they now had the advantage in numbers. Under such circumstances, with a clear disparity in the number of Heroic Spirits, and under Vlad III's inspiring words, no Heroic Spirit would think they would fail in this battle. In fact, they were eager to annihilate the Red Faction that had taken the initiative to attack.
As if sensing the emotions of the various Heroic Spirits, Vlad III's lips curled into a smile.
"Very well. Since that is the case, victory is ours! If, with such a disparity in combat strength, we cannot achieve victory, how can we call ourselves heroes?"
The spear in Vlad III's hand pointed towards the Hanging Gardens. "The enemy are all barbarians, desecrating this holy land of mine, letting out arrogant and despicable laughter. Fools with only one path to death! So, let's kill the enemy with a smile! Go!!"
With that, he spurred his golem horse and leaped directly from the castle. The other Heroic Spirits did the same.
Looking at the approaching Dragon Tooth Warriors, Atalante glanced at the Hanging Gardens in the sky above and did not rush to release her Noble Phantasm. She was preparing to conserve her magical energy and release her other Noble Phantasm when she encountered that bastard again. So, for now, she needed to conserve her strength.
And Frankenstein, who had charged out with her, had no such reservations. The special iron hammer in her hand slowly opened a crack. Green lightning flashed in the air, and then quickly struck the ground. She first tried a not-so-large-scale Noble Phantasm release, letting the green lightning spread towards the Dragon Tooth Warriors. A large amount of green lightning continuously coursed between the Dragon Tooth Warriors. The powerful lightning even left deep trenches on the ground. Under such an attack, the summoned Dragon Tooth Warriors began to suffer heavy losses.
The Empress of Assyria, who was watching everything, could not possibly face such an attack without retaliating. Originally, in a situation like this, having Atalante engage was the best choice. But with Atalante's betrayal, she had no choice but to handle the enemy's homunculus grunts herself. Although these grunts could not cause them any real harm, this was a matter of face between the two sides. Her own Dragon Tooth Warriors were being dealt with, while the enemy's homunculus soldiers could not be handled. From this perspective, they were a notch weaker than the other side. The enemy's Vlad III was a king. Was she, the Empress of Assyria, not a king? This was a battle of king against king. Neither side could afford to lose face!
The eleven special stone tablets floating around the Hanging Gardens began to slowly move. Then, two of them began to gather a large amount of magical energy. Then, two beams of magical energy burst outwards. One beam directly destroyed Frankenstein's Noble Phantasm attack. The other beam attacked the very center of the homunculi and rock golems, and then created an explosion.
Just from this one round of clashes between the two sides, whether it was the Dragon Tooth Warriors, the rock golems, or the homunculi, they all suffered heavy casualties. However, neither of the two kings showed any sympathy or excessive concern for these beings. After all, in their eyes, these existences were just creations of magical energy.
Amakusa also saw the situation at hand through his magic screen. He then turned his gaze to the few remaining Heroic Spirits who could still fight. "I'm counting on you. Karna, Achilles, and... Lord Aslan."
This was, after all, a war of Heroic Spirits. Others, no matter how strong they were, might not be able to survive in this battle. Therefore, whether it was the young priest with the red hair or Caren, they would remain in the hotel near the original church. Amakusa Shirou was not so insane as to have these two underage individuals fight as well. But looking at it this way, the number of people on the Red Faction who could fight was truly small. However, Mordred should also be on her way.
This time, Aslan was prepared to go on a killing spree.
After learning that the old insect behind the scenes was waiting for both sides to wear each other down before he would come out and cause trouble, Aslan would naturally satisfy the old insect's thoughts. In fact, he would directly force the old insect out. After all, with Estée Lauder having already chosen to betray, the old insect naturally had no way to continue to develop stably. If this battle truly caused the Red and Black factions to lose a lot of Heroic Spirits, then that old insect would surely jump out. Perhaps at this point, that old insect was already paying attention to this battle.
Of course, the old insect was paying attention to the commotion. With such a big battle, he had even prepared to have Estée Lauder and the Roman Emperor make a move to attract attention. At the same time, he had also called back the "good child" Abigail, who had been influencing ordinary people. Originally, the old insect had wanted to develop more cannon fodder, but after seeing that Hanging Gardens, he was also certain that probably only Abigail had a way to pull that city in the sky down to the ground. It was nothing more than needing an existence with even more of the power of an Outer God to descend upon this world. The old insect didn't care at all about the consequences of doing so. He only knew that as long as he obtained the Holy Grail, he could realize his long-cherished wish of immortality. What's more, there were so many Heroic Spirits. Even if he summoned an even more evil existence, it should be able to be dealt with by those Heroic Spirits. Of course, the reverse was also a good result.
Aslan gently straightened his hair, which had been messed up by the wind. "Amakusa, I think you've probably been silently muttering in your heart that I haven't shown my corresponding strength. This time, you'd better open your eyes wide and watch."
Aslan leaped directly from the edge of the Hanging Gardens. Then, the Supreme Masterpiece appeared behind him. The cockpit in its chest slowly opened, and then completely contained Aslan within. At the same time, the Supreme Masterpiece, after sensing Aslan's magical energy, had its aura become even more powerful.
Before it had even landed, the cannon muzzles of the Supreme Masterpiece had already brewed various powerful bombardments. Then, it directly launched a saturation bombing on the enemy troops on the ground. Faced with such a bombardment, the Heroic Spirits of the Black Faction had to use all their strength to ensure their own survival.
The spear in Vlad III's hand was raised upwards. A large number of black, steel-like stakes began to spread towards the sky. On this land, the power of this Noble Phantasm of his would have a heaven-and-earth-shattering, multiplied growth. Clearly, this Grand Duke of Romania was preparing to use these stakes to piece together a thick city wall, trying to reduce the attack of these cannon fires.