On the outskirts of the battlefield, Jeanne, who had just arrived at the battle zone, also encountered a troublesome situation. Under the various aftershocks and the attacks of the Dragon Tooth Warriors, Spartacus, who had not long left the Yggdmillennia castle, had used his Noble Phantasm to absorb a large amount of magical energy.
At the same time, because this large amount of magical energy was stored in his own body, his entire body also began to swell and even deform. He even grew two more heads, one like a human's, one like a lizard's. On his abdomen and back, it seemed as if other limbs were about to grow out. It was unknown what Spartacus would look like after these arms emerged.
Feeling the pain caused by the aftershocks of the flames on the ground and the residual lightning on his body, and at the same time, feeling the sensation of the Dragon Tooth Warriors' weapons piercing his body, Spartacus still just let out a hearty laugh.
"Oh hahahaha!!! More! Give me more—! Give me more pain!!"
Like a giant magical beast, he continuously launched attacks on Jeanne. In fact, every wound on his body would turn into powerful magical energy, creating a small-scale explosion, and then storing it as magical energy again, making his body even more absurd, even larger.
Within the Hanging Gardens, the Empress Semiramis looked at the rampaging Berserker on the ground and couldn't help but cover her own forehead. She had not expected that in this world, there would actually be such a troublesome-looking Noble Phantasm. If she didn't have a powerful Noble Phantasm to kill this Berserker in one fell swoop, or a powerful defensive Noble Phantasm... if she were to fight this Berserker one-on-one, the outcome would only be mutual destruction in the long run.
Speaking of which, even with a powerful Noble Phantasm, it might not be possible to take out this Berserker. After all, this Berserker seemed to also have a skill like "Battle Continuation." But to have the referee be held up here was also a good thing. After all, the things they were about to do could perhaps be considered a violation of the rules. So, while the referee was busy, it was a good time for them to act.
"Let's go. To welcome our victory. It is time for the Holy Grail to be in our hands."
The Hanging Gardens, which had been stationary in mid-air, began to rapidly approach the Yggdmillennia castle. Its flight speed was so fast that it caught people off guard. At the same time, because of the change in the situation on the battlefield, the Yggdmillennia side simply did not have much attention to spare for the Hanging Gardens.
Even though Astolfo had reported it, with Astolfo alone, there was simply no way to stop the advance of the Hanging Gardens. To have Astolfo block the Hanging Gardens was no different from sending him to his death. Now, there were still two days until the night of the full moon, when Astolfo would have his reason. The current Astolfo simply couldn't remember the names of some of his Noble Phantasms. What's more, with the continuous loss of Heroic Spirits now, if they were to lose another Astolfo, their combat power would be even more depleted.
And Astolfo's Master, that somewhat paranoid woman—alright, she was a very paranoid and twisted woman—simply did not want Astolfo to be harmed in any way. At this moment, she was already thinking that if Yggdmillennia were to fail, how could she elope with Astolfo? Of course, while eloping, she would not forget to take all the props in her room with her. If it weren't for the fact that someone was watching now, she would even want to use a Command Spell to have Astolfo pay attention to his safety, and preferably, to retreat directly! But if she dared to do that, she was afraid she would be immediately stripped of her status as a Master. At that time, she would no longer be able to fly with Astolfo.
Darnic had, of course, also notified Vlad III, who was on the battlefield. It was just a pity that the current Vlad III was being entangled by Aslan and had no way to get away. Aslan, at this moment, was already prepared to directly send this Grand Duke of Romania back to the Throne of Heroes as a hero.
From the very beginning, the fighting style that Aslan used was the Holy Spear and the Holy Sword. And when dealing with Atalante, he had used the Holy Sword, this trump card. Don't forget, besides these, Aslan also had another Noble Phantasm, a defensive type. As long as he used this defensive Noble Phantasm when the opponent attacked, thinking that he was going to trade injuries, he could surely achieve victory by surprise.
Aslan had no intention of letting Vlad III return. After all, once he returned, he might be turned into a vampire by Darnic. So he would just finish him off here!
"Since the others have also decided the winner, then let us also quickly decide a winner between us!"
Aslan completely activated the dragon's blood in his body. His eyes turned into the golden eyes of a dragon. At the same time, a portion of dragon scales also climbed up his cheeks. The magical energy on his body became even more soaring and fierce. Just the storm kicked up by this magical energy, if touched by someone, would make them feel as if their own flesh were being cut by a knife.
Vlad III's expression at this moment was not very good. The warrior before him was already powerful enough. Now his power was soaring upwards again. Was it really possible to win on his own home turf? Although thinking like this was a bit of a blow to his own morale and an increase to his opponent's prestige, at this moment, Vlad III did indeed have a bit of helplessness in his heart.
But it was impossible for him to admit defeat just like that. From beginning to end, he was the Grand Duke of Romania, the guardian of this land. Even if he were to die, he would die in the battle to defend this land!
"Come on!!"
Vlad III spread his hands to the surroundings. A large number of weapons flew up from the ground and swarmed towards Aslan. While insisting on not turning into a vampire, this was the most powerful attack he could currently unleash.
Aslan, in turn, charged directly towards Vlad III with his holy sword. Looking at the sharp stakes coming at him from all directions, Aslan's left hand extended and rotated, breaking through directly in front of him, his entire person like a drill.
All the stakes that were breaking through towards him were destroyed under the assault of this Holy Spear. And facing the attacks coming from other directions, a golden, glass-like light enveloped Aslan's body. It was just a pity that under the cover of the sky-blotting stakes, no one saw this seemingly weak and faint light.
In Vlad III's line of sight, a point of silver light broke through all the stakes. Then, the tip of the Holy Spear stabbed onto his shoulder.
"It's over."
Aslan lifted his head, a look of certain victory on his face. He then raised the holy sword in his hand, and magical energy began to gather.