I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The seventh-level magic, Return of the Dead, is an advanced version of the low-level magic death knight.

The only difference between the two is that the latter can only revive a dead person into a loyal undead knight, while the former can directly awaken a large group.

The breath of death silently spread to every corner of the battlefield, and the fluctuation of magic power erupted by casting magic also attracted the attention of followers and masters.

"This breath is the guy who released the destructive spell last night!!"

After discovering the existence of the Lich King, Atalanta, who was raising his bow and arrow, immediately turned the direction of the arrow and released his treasure towards the top of the mountain where Alsace's sword stood.

"Dedicated to the Second Great God's Mansion——The Book of Complaints and Arrows!!"

Although Atalanta didn't hope that her attack could directly kill the opponent, she still wanted to interrupt the spells cast by the opponent.

Compared with the blue-white high-temperature beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth last night, the aura of the technique just now was more sinister, with a faint hint of calling.

"The Archer from the red side? That huntress who looks like an orc."

The Lich King noticed the arrows that were rushing fast, but he did not stop releasing the magic in his hand, but ordered:

"Crazy letter, you step back for the time being. This king is going to test the skills of the heroes tonight to see if they are worthy of being my opponent!"

Kuangxinzi fled quickly after taking the order, she knew in her heart that staying here would only become a burden to the old man of the mountain, but it would not be of much help.

The instant the figure of the fanatic disappeared, the arrows shot by Atalanta turned into a huge emerald green magic circle and rained down thousands of arrows. The densely packed sharp light arrows were enough to pierce the mountain into the shape of a hornet's nest.

The Lich King raised his head slightly to stare at the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and the majestic magic power swept up again, and golden rings of different colors and shapes appeared on the ten fingers of his hands at some point.

"The tenth-level magic, the protection of the twelve-winged archangel——!"

Although it would seem strange to use light magic as an undead body, the Lich King didn't care about small details at all, as long as it was practical anyway.

As the Lich King's voice fell to the ground, a dazzling light illuminated the night sky, and the projection of a twelve-winged archangel appeared in midair.

The beautiful angel's eyes were closed, her hands were placed on her chest in a prayer-like state, and six pairs of wings spread outwards, casting a thin curtain of light.

The rain of arrows falling like a meteor shower caused ripples on the light curtain, but it was still unable to break through it any further. When the rain of arrows disappeared, the guardian angel also disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

After the light disappeared, the earth returned to darkness again.

The corpses with broken limbs and broken legs in the battlefield were surrounded by a layer of cement-like fluid at some point, and undead warriors wearing tattered cloaks and holding giant swords and shields were born from it.

"Tsk, can't you stop it after all?"

Atalanta saw the undead warriors getting up from the ground one after another and chopping down the living artificial people with their swords. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, feeling that this was a desecration of life.

Standing on the castle of Thousand Boundaries Tree and watching the battlefield, the masters stared in disbelief at the sudden change, because this is the first time they have seen a technique that can awaken and use undead on such a large scale. Mode.

"What's going on here? Isn't there only red and black parties participating in the Holy Grail War? Where did this sudden servant come from?"

Feeling that the situation was out of his control, Darnic roared angrily, not only because of the Lich King's strong intervention, but also because the only ones who could transform into undead were artificial humans.

This is equivalent to spending a lot of resources to complete the explosion at home, but in the end, the enemy directly picked up a ready-made bargain, which makes people want to vomit blood.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the Lich King silently watched the newborn undead warriors in the battlefield, his blue eyes were cold and ruthless, and the breath of death surging around him became more and more violent.

With one hand, he pulled out Frostmourne from the ground and lifted it up high, his deep and majestic voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Kneel down! My people—"

After the order was given, all the undead warriors in the field faced the direction of the Lich King and thrust their big swords into the ground and knelt on one knee, and the shield in the other hand was also placed on the ground.

The undead warriors lowered their heads one after another, without exception, paying homage to their king and swearing allegiance.

Whether it's Ainz Ur Gown as the King of the Undead, or Arthas Menethil as the Lich King.

He is undoubtedly the supreme king who commands the undead, the undisputed lord of death.

The Lich King put the Frostmourne in his hands on the ground again, and kicked off the feast that was about to break out tonight.

"Soldiers of the Frozen Wasteland! Dedicate the victory of this battle to me!!"

After hearing the king's call, scarlet lights flickered in the eye sockets of the bowed warriors, and together they held their shields and drew their swords and rushed into the battle group of golems, man-made humans, and dragon-toothed soldiers.

Due to the Lich King's strong appearance on the spur of the moment, the good red-black battle turned into a three-way melee, and the awakened undead warriors crushed the other three arms in all aspects.

"Your Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain has found the corresponding opportunity to appear in the Holy Grail War according to the plan, but this posture seems a bit too grand."

Martha, with her hands on her waist, looked at the battlefield full of killing sounds, and Joan of Arc, who was holding a battle flag beside her, nodded in agreement.

"But isn't Your Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain's move too reckless? You put yourself on the opposite side of red and black all of a sudden."

Martha hesitated a little after listening to Joan of Arc's words, but in the end she chose to believe in the judgment and actions of the Old Man of the Mountain.

"It shouldn't be a problem. We just need to do our job well, and the rest is to find out what is hidden behind the Holy Grail War when His Excellency the Mountain Man has attracted everyone's attention."

Joan of Arc only asked because of concerns, and after seeing Mirtha's confidence, she also felt relieved.

"That's right. However, although the servants of the red side are very active, they can't find their Master at all around here. It doesn't make sense to say that they are afraid."

At the same time, in response to the sudden appearance of the Lich King, the red and black parties also made their own reactions and responses.

The black Saber Siegfried and the red Lancer Karna rushed towards the mountain where the Lich King was located under the orders of their respective leaders, trying their best to make this servant who should not have appeared in the Holy Grail War go away. Exit.

Chapter 174 I am a person who obeys the Supreme Supreme

Vlad III, who was riding on a horse, stared silently at the bloody battlefield in front of him with a spear in his hand.

The pale face of Vlad Tepes looked even more terrifying under the reflection of the moonlight, and there was only coldness and anger in his eyes.

Romania, the motherland he loved and protected during his lifetime.

Even in the face of the [-] troops of the Ottoman Turkish Empire, Vlad III never succumbed to it.

Instead, he led his soldiers to fight and fight on the border, and during this period, all the captured Turkish prisoners were impaled and tortured with wooden stakes.

All these people were crucified at the border of the Principality of Wallachia as a deterrent.

A total of more than 2 Turkish soldiers were pierced to death before and after, which made all the soldiers of the Ottoman Turkey who came to invade afterward timid before fighting.

Even the famous general who captured Constantinople felt chills in his heart, calling the then Grand Duke Vlad III of Wallachia a devil, and spread the famous name of "Piercing Duke".

However, now there are dirty undead trampling and desecrating this sacred land wantonly.

Whether it's Dragon Tooth Soldiers or Death Knights, these are the objects that Vlad III, who is a devout Catholic, cannot tolerate.

"Danic, I'm going to go out to fight against this group of people who don't know the heights and depths in front of me, do you have any objections?"

Vlad III tilted his head and turned his eyes to Danek who was standing beside him. Although he seemed to be asking for permission, his resolute tone and murderous eyes could not be refused at all.

"Of course, my king."

Naturally, Danik would not disobey Vlad III's will at this time, and it is true that only followers can make achievements in such a big scene.

While the two were talking, the rest of the servants who belonged to the Thousand Boundary Tree also gathered on the roof of the castle, with uncontrollable excitement shining in their eyes.

"Is it finally going to war? It really is a grand enough battlefield!"

Drake, who was wearing a black coat, turned the flintlock gun in his hand while looking at the scene of killing in front of him.

Although it wasn't the naval battle she was familiar with, it didn't affect her display of strength.

"Archer, I will give you the initial command of the puppets and man-made humans. If there are new servants from the enemy, we will give priority to resisting the servants."

The anger in his heart didn't make Flanders III lose his mind, on the contrary, it made him calmer, and he began to arrange the division of labor in an orderly manner.

"Caster should stand by at the back first. While maintaining the supply of golems, we must complete the Noble Phantasm as soon as possible. We need this power now."

Chiron and Avisbron nodded to show their understanding, and Vlad III finally turned his attention to Drake.

"Rider is responsible for providing long-range support in the rear, and I will immediately go to support Saber and Berserker who have already entered the battle."

"Understood, just leave it to the old lady."

As Drake spoke, he raised the flintlock gun in his hand and pointed it at the battlefield. There were layers of space ripples behind him, and the black muzzle of the gun revealed his ferocious posture.

Dozens of magic cannons blasted out suddenly, piercing through and smashing a large area of ​​Dragon Tooth Soldiers and Death Knights, plowing deep ravines on Gaiachan's body.

This made Derek, who had a big slump at Hercules last time, feel relieved, and shouted loudly:

"Hey, little ones! It's time to start the battle, so cheer up and load up the ammunition!!"

After arranging everything, Vlad III rode his horse and jumped directly from the castle, relying on his skillful riding skills to shuttle across the battlefield at high speed, avoiding his own golems and man-made humans.

Although the dolls are only made of mud, and the cost of a single artificial human is estimated to be less than 18 yen, Flanders III will not trample on them just because of this.

Dressed in jet-black aristocratic attire, Vlad III usually exudes nobility and elegance in both his temperament and behavior, but at this moment the tyrannical aura he released is enough to instantly destroy the will of ordinary people.

"Come on! The barbarians who trampled on the land of Yuzhi!! It's time for punishment!!!"

At the same time, inside the dark church.

Kotomine Shiro had just received a contact from Atalanta and learned about the situation on the battlefield at this time, with a smile on his face as always.

"Yeah, I didn't expect there to be an eighth person, so it's even more lively now."

Semiramis leaned against the wall on one side, with a sinister smile on his slightly decadent and beautiful face, and asked:

"The more chaotic the situation is, the more it meets your expectations? After all, the next step is to snatch the Great Holy Grail from Black."

Kotomine Shiro admitted it naturally after being told by Semiramis, anyway, it doesn't matter if the decisive battle starts a day earlier.

"Of course, but I clearly said that tonight is just an experiment, but I didn't expect such a golden opportunity to appear."

"Really, the plan can't keep up with the changes."

Although Kotomine Shiro was feeling so emotional, he didn't mean to complain, but looked forward to the moment when he could hold the Great Holy Grail in his hands sooner.

"In order to make the lonely eighth person last longer, I have just changed the order to let Lancer deal with the Grand Duke of Wallachia, and Archer will deal with it first."

"Facing the simultaneous attacks of the black Saber and the red Archer, I hope this mysterious figure can last a little longer."

Shakespeare, who was also staying in the church hall, immediately understood after hearing the conversation between the two, feeling annoyed and excited.

"This guy who ran out suddenly really messed up the outline I prepared!"

"If the foreshadowing in the early stage is not sufficient, how can we usher in the real climax?"

"When it should be moving, it can't make the audience cry, and when it should be passionate, it can't make the audience boil. This is undoubtedly a complete failure!!"

Shakespeare criticized severely in his heart, and finally chose to compromise with reality.

Because compared with the logic and rationality that have to be considered when creating a script, sometimes what happens in reality does not conform to any logic at all.

"However, it is also a good thing to witness the stories of the heroes so early. We are already too excited, just like that..."

Shakespeare, who was in a good mood, began to perform a solo opera there again, and Saimine Shiro and Semiramis wisely chose to ignore this guy.

"Is the courtyard ready? Can we start going to the battlefield now?"

As Kotomine Shiro spoke, he remembered the harsh conditions for the use of Semiramis' Noble Phantasm. Although it was very powerful after it was completed, it was not very friendly to the poor in the early stage.

Hearing his master mentioned the courtyard, Semiramis' eyes could not help but brighten, with a look of pride and pride on his face.

"Of course, all the ceremonies just ended this evening, and I originally planned to invite you to see it tomorrow."

After Semiramis finished speaking, he walked towards the back of the church first, while Mine Shiro turned around and greeted Shakespeare and Heracles who were in charge of defending.

And just when Kotomine Shiro and his party were about to go to the battlefield, Mordred and Shishi Jieli, who had already set off, were already approaching the center of the battlefield.

"Yahoo!"

Mordred, sitting in the driver's seat of the car, relied on all his riding skills to skillfully drive the car, which had already reached a speed of more than [-] per hour, causing the lion Jie Jieli on the passenger seat to die. It looks normal.

"Hey, hey, do you really have a B in riding skills? Even a certain detective film, which is actually a fantasy set, has more scientific driving skills than you!"

Lion Jie Jieli, who was wearing a seat belt, held his heart with one hand, and firmly held the armrest in the car with the other hand, for fear that he would be thrown out of the car if he was not careful.

"Well, as long as I can drive beasts and vehicles other than mythical beasts and phantom beasts, how about it? Master, let's enjoy the thrill of speed and passion, hahahaha——"

Mordred, who was racing for the first time, enjoyed it, looked at the battlefield close at hand through the windshield, and complained uncomfortably:

"Tch! It started before I came, but it's okay, after all, the protagonist always comes out last!!"

Standing proudly on the top of the mountain, the Lich King noticed Siegfried and Atalanta who were rushing towards him. Now if he participated in the battle, he would have no time to be distracted and command the undead knights to fight.

"It seems that the king needs to find a helper, and Kel'Thuzad still needs to guard the Scourge, so this time it is better to draw people from the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

While talking to himself, the Lich King took out the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, which symbolized the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and instantly formed a summoning circle on the ground.

The Lich King, who already had an A+ in his own magic power, has extremely terrifying magic power reserves, coupled with the inherent skills he possesses as an avenger, this makes the Lich King have no worries about releasing magic at all.

Besides, what if the magic power is gone?

In addition to the small red bottle of the Nazarick Great Tomb card, there is also the small blue bottle of the Nazarick Great Tomb card. Please take a look.

The Lich King held the golden staff, and the words of the command contained the king's irreversible will.