If one has heard many songs, they might hum one at this moment: "Today is a Good Day." Having been paying close attention to the entire battlefield, he, of course, had already grasped the current situation. The Red Faction had already lost the immortality of their Heroic Spirits. The remaining Heroic Spirits of the Black Faction should also be able to attract some of the Red Faction's attention.
The next step was for them, the third party, to seize the opportunity and bring victory to their side.
Estée Lauder was still in the sky, fighting with the Supreme Masterpiece. Of course, the two supreme masterpieces under the stars in the sky were less fighting and more killing time. Have you ever seen two mecha, in the process of fighting each other, also use cannonballs to create the luster of playing cards?
In the process of mutual combat, they were still in the mood to play poker. Clearly, the leisure and interest of the two supreme masterpieces were still quite strong. Even Estée Lauder, sitting in the cockpit, let out a soft yawn.
A serious fight? Of course not. She was just following the order of the Command Spell to come here and hold off the attacks coming from the sky. As for the rest, she didn't care. To be able to go through the motions symbolically in this sky was already her doing her utmost.
If the old insect could see the scene in the sky with his own eyes, he would surely shout, "You can't kill anyone like that!"
But the supreme masterpiece in the sky, and Estée Lauder, who cared about the old insect? If they could, in a while, they could also play music and then have a waltz.
In short, their location had no relation to the ground. No matter how fierce the battle on the ground was, it had nothing to do with them. It would be over when the Holy Grail War was over. It was just a game of words, after all. Exploiting the loopholes of a Command Spell~ anyone who has studied language shouldn't find it too difficult. In the end, how to understand the order given by a Command Spell was, to some extent, a rather subjective question.
However, the current old insect had basically also ignored what was happening in the universe. After all, Estée Lauder had almost exposed him before. Now, for Estée Lauder to not cause him any trouble was already a good thing. That irritable Roman Emperor had also been casually sent to the battlefield by the old insect. Just let his irritability be vented on the other Heroic Spirits. Especially since that Knight of the Round Table had not yet declared his end, the Avenger's inexplicable hatred should be burning on this Knight of the Round Table. After all, it was King Arthur who had led his Round Table Knights and destroyed the Rome that might have been revived.
In the very center of the Hanging Gardens, at the control center, Semiramis covered her forehead with her hand. Feeling the force that was, in her eyes, filthy, on the periphery of the entire Hanging Gardens, she felt waves of annoyance. These tentacles even wanted to envelop the entire Hanging Gardens and transform it into another form. This was something she, as an Empress, absolutely would not allow. After all, what was the difference between this and invading her own territory?
The entire Hanging Gardens once again glowed with defensive magical lightning. The thunder continued to tear apart these tentacle attacks from the universe, finally maintaining the Hanging Gardens within a relatively safe and clean range. In fact, Semiramis had even summoned a poison dragon in the Hanging Gardens to ensure that those small tentacles that reached in, as well as the Cthulhu-style monsters carried on the tentacles, would be melted in the first instant. Don't underestimate this poison dragon. No matter what, it was an existence from the ancient Babylonian myths.
Originally, Semiramis could only summon a part of this dragon's body to attack. But with the help of a Command Spell and the enhancement of magical energy, it was not a problem to temporarily summon it for a day or two. This was also thanks to Amakusa Shirou having integrated so many Command Spells, and having enough magical energy to allow his Assassin, who was more useful than a magus, to maintain the summoning of this magical beast.
At the same time, Amakusa had also used the power of a Command Spell to directly recall the Little Sun, Karna, and the great hero of the Trojan War, Achilles, to the Hanging Gardens. Although both Heroic Spirits had lost their immortality, they were rare, brilliant stars in human history. Even without the ability of immortality, they could still fight one against a hundred.
Alright, one person against a hundred third-rate Heroic Spirits was still possible. If they were to face a hundred second-rate Heroic Spirits, it would be really dangerous. But now, those entering the Hanging Gardens were all Cthulhu-style monsters. Dealing with them was not as troublesome as imagined. At the very least, Achilles was already driving his chariot, constantly clearing out these monsters. That green light that swept outwards was even cleaner and neater than an eraser on a pencil. At the same time, although the Little Sun no longer had the golden Sun Armor, his own combat skills and his own stats were there. If his own wounds could not be quickly restored, then he just had to not get injured. If fighting between Heroic Spirits could not guarantee that he would not be injured, then when fighting these monsters, Karna still had the confidence to say such a thing.
Moreover, the other side effect of using the God-Killing Spear had basically passed. That is, after using the God-Killing Spear, he would strangely forget how to use other Noble Phantasms. Now that this side effect period had passed, he would once again be that sun that constantly attacked the enemy with fire. It was just that the current sun was easier to shoot down compared to before. But it was still that same sentence. He had become weaker because he had lost the Sun Armor, but that did not mean that others had become stronger. If one were to look down on Karna, they would still be defeated within a few rounds. At the very least, the current Karna had no problem pressing down on a second-rate Heroic Spirit. To easily draw with a first-rate Heroic Spirit was still a small problem.
In short, with the spear of fire being thrown out again and again, and the true hero killing with his eyes, the tentacles that had been surrounding the Hanging Gardens and those monsters that wanted to enter the Hanging Gardens had also temporarily stopped their advance.
And Aslan, outside the Hanging Gardens, was a little helpless. Looking at the humans who had come out of nowhere and the large number of tentacles that enveloped the Hanging Gardens, it was really not an easy matter to break through. If the Heroic Spirits who were breaking through considered themselves to be heroes, they would have to hold back on the peripheral crowd, thus limiting the display of their strength. And unfortunately, it wasn't just these ordinary people here...
Aslan put his spatial Mystic Code to the side, then opened it and carefully searched for the equipment he had once forged, to see if there were any flying-type tools.