Faced with such a situation, Semiramis almost cursed out loud. Even though this Hanging Gardens was not built by her, the one piloting it now was indeed her. This Noble Phantasm was not the kind that could be summoned and activated casually. The harder something is to obtain, the more one tends to cherish it. This Hanging Gardens was precisely such a thing.
However, these tentacles were not afraid of pain at all, completely fearless. If they were soldiers, they would be a terrifying existence, undead and fearless, that could flatten everything. Even if these tentacles did not have the rich versatility of a legion, for now, to drag the Hanging Gardens down to the ground was already enough.
The change on the ground naturally also attracted the attention of Darnic and the others. Darnic's lips curled into a smile. Although he didn't know what was going on, it was clear that heaven had sent the last sliver of a chance of victory to him. No matter what, this was a good opportunity. Even an existence that was originally an enemy could now be used!
The tentacles were still climbing upwards. Finally, the tips of the tentacles touched the very edge of the Hanging Gardens. The thunder kicked up by the garden's defense mechanism and these tentacles clashed with each other, tearing apart a lot of the tentacles' flesh. Black chunks of meat and purple blood fell from the sky. But these tentacles, which had been destroyed by the defense mechanism, quickly recovered in a short period of time. In fact, the destroyed tips of these tentacles, while recovering from the lightning blast, also split into more forks, wrapping around the entire Hanging Gardens. In such a battle of attrition, in the end, it was these tentacles that had a slight upper hand, grabbing onto the bottom of the Hanging Gardens and then quickly pulling it towards the ground.
The Hanging Gardens, which had originally been flying into the distance, was thus forcibly stopped in its tracks, and at the same time, was slowly pulled towards the ground.
If it weren't for the fact that the entire Hanging Gardens was considered a single entity, Semiramis would even have wanted to directly abandon the part of the Hanging Gardens that had been caught. This way, it could regain its freedom. But she couldn't do it. If it had been the King of Babylon who had truly built the Hanging Gardens, perhaps he could have dismantled it according to his own ideas.
The Hanging Gardens was quickly pulled to the ground by these tentacles. At the same time, these tentacles also, like a strange landscape, began to merge with everything around them, making the entire environment feel as if it could drive one mad.
In the Yggdmillennia castle, Darnic covered his face with his hand to hide his smile. He didn't know if he should be happy that he still had a chance, or if he was secretly glad that heaven was not helping the Red Faction, for such a situation to occur just as they were about to win.
As long as that city in the sky of the Red Faction was dragged to the ground, he still had a chance!
Darnic turned and left his room, coming to the great hall. He then looked at the youngest contestant of the Black Faction, Roche. "Roche, transfer your Command Spells to someone else. It is time for you to make a contribution to the family."
Roche was stunned for a moment. To make a contribution to the family was something they should do. But to transfer his own Command Spells to someone else before making a contribution was not a good sign.
Even Avicebron couldn't help but turn his head to look at Darnic. He probably also guessed what Darnic was preparing to do. But did he really have to do this? His own Master, Roche, was still just a child. Although this child was already a standard magus and was already in a state of indifference towards some lives that could be used, more or less, as long as one still had a bit of humanity, one would always have a bit of pity and sympathy for a child.
Roche looked at the expression on Darnic's face, a hint of fear in his eyes. "Mr. Darnic..."
And Darnic, in turn, had a fake smile on his face. "Do not forget the oath you swore when you summoned your Heroic Spirit! Everything for Yggdmillennia! Now is the time for you to sacrifice for the family! When you participated in the Holy Grail War, you should have been mentally prepared for this!"
Darnic took a few steps forward and gently held Roche's hand. He spoke serious words, yet pretended to be a benevolent family head. This sense of incongruity was terrifying. Siegfried's Master, the chubby uncle, wanted to say something, but the first moment his voice appeared, Darnic turned his head. His eyes held a terrifying obsession.
That pair of eyes, like a sharp blade, directly pierced into the heart of this chubby uncle, making the words he wanted to say come to a halt at this moment.
Fiore turned her head away. At the same time, she signaled her younger brother, Caules, not to speak. In her heart, no one was more important than her younger brother. From the looks of it now, their family head had already gone mad. At this time, Darnic could do anything. So no matter what, they had to keep a low profile now.
Astolfo's Master, on the other hand, had long since seen through all of this. After all, she and their family head, Darnic, were both madmen. There was always a bit of mutual sensing between madmen. At the same time, she also knew of her family head's pursuit of supreme strength, power, life, and the Holy Grail. To speak up for Roche now would only put herself in a dangerous situation.
"I will remember you forever, Roche. You can do it, and you must do it!! Roche, don't force me to use magic. Give me and you a good last impression of each other."
"Lord Darnic..."
Avicebron still wanted to say something, but was directly glared at by Darnic.
Darnic, as if using his own eyes to deeply pierce through Avicebron's heart, said, "Avicebron, do not forget your ideal, your long-cherished wish. Whether it can be realized is in your one thought. Look at our current situation. Do you think there is any other way for you to realize your long-cherished wish besides doing as I have envisioned?"
After hearing Darnic say this, Avicebron stopped his thoughts of persuasion. He had been summoned in this Holy Grail War to realize his own ideal, to realize his own long-cherished wish. Now, the possibility of realizing his long-cherished wish was right before his eyes. In the end, Avicebron still chose to close his mouth.
Roche, in turn, snatched his hand out of Darnic's in fear. It was just a pity that before he could run away, he was directly chopped on the neck by Darnic and knocked out. The expression on Darnic's face also held a hint of helplessness and annoyance. Why must you make me use force? Wouldn't it be better to obediently offer yourself as a sacrifice?
"Let's go. Let us awaken Adam. Next, let us turn the tide all at once."
At the same time, the Hanging Gardens had also been completely pulled to a position not far from the ground by the tentacles. The old insect had a smile on his face. He looked at the surrounding fanatics, lifted his foot, and walked towards the Hanging Gardens.