"Love! Love!! Hahahaha!!"
The muscular Berserker smashed one puppet after another, continuing his assault on the castle ahead.
Unfortunately, for a single Berserker to resist the entire force of the Black Faction was clearly unwise, especially after facing Vlad III, who received a massive boost on Romanian soil.
Numerous stakes erupted from the ground. At the same time, under the control of the magus, his reason was completely shattered, and he fell into a state of unconsciousness.
The events that transpired at the Black Faction's castle were essentially the same. Berserker Spartacus was still captured by the Black Faction due to his excessive aggression. At the same time, Achilles and Atalante, who had tried to stop Spartacus, also had a brief clash with the Heroic Spirits of the Black Faction. Achilles, in particular, was even at a disadvantage during the clash. Of course, this was also very normal. After all, he was facing his own teacher who had taught him how to fight—the famous centaur teacher of Greece, Chiron, who was also the prototype for the constellation Sagittarius. His archery skills were, naturally, beyond question.
Originally, this battle should have taken place on the second night of the Holy Grail War. But it seemed that because of the small butterfly effect stirred up by Aslan's existence, this war, which should have taken place on the second night, had its curtain fall just before dawn.
In short, with battles unfolding on multiple fronts this night, Yggdmillennia did not seem to have been greatly affected. After all, on Mordred's side, after a brief clash, they had chosen to let her be. The deaths of the homunculi and puppets were enough to test out that this Saber was not to be trifled with. On the other side, the battle between Siegfried and Karna was still ongoing and would probably last until dawn.
As for that Assassin, that vengeful-spirit-like white-haired girl, the Black Faction couldn't control her even if they wanted to. After all, Romania was so large. Although the war was centered around Trifas, this Assassin did not follow the rules at all. In order to continue to survive, she would probably run all over Romania to eat more hearts with magical energy. If this Assassin were to survive until the end of the Holy Grail War, she might even hunt all over the world.
Outside the city, on the deserted countryside, the ground was already covered with numerous burning trenches. At the same time, the small hills nearby had been completely turned into a pile of rocks. Clearly, the terrain here had been completely changed. Probably even those who often traveled this road would not recognize the scenery around it now.
The entire grassland was left with nothing but scorched earth burned by the flames. Even if someone could see that these were the traces of a battle, they would probably just silently tell themselves, "I'm just overthinking it." After all, how could the traces of a human battle be so devastating? This wasn't some superhero movie. They could only silently guess that this place had probably encountered some strange natural disaster. If this battle had been placed in Fuyuki City, then the entire city would probably have had to be rebuilt from top to bottom. Of course, rebuilt on top of ruins.
Blue magical energy, like a surging wave, spread forward. And what responded to him was the son of the Sun God with white hair, his palm slightly raised, and a flame continuously burning in it. He gently blew on the flame in his palm, and a large amount of fire erupted outwards. The sparks then collided with that blue magical energy in mid-air. The next moment, another powerful explosion occurred in the sky.
Siegfried's Master, that chubby uncle, looked at Aslan with extreme vigilance. After all, if Aslan wanted to intervene in this battle at this time, whether it was to directly attack Siegfried or to attack him, it would be an act that would directly tip the scales of victory. Most importantly, he was very likely to die. It wasn't that he didn't trust Aslan as a Son of God, but this was the Holy Grail War. If it was a war, then anything could happen, even a sneak attack from a Son of God.
To be on tenterhooks for a whole night was also hard on this uncle.
The two on the battlefield separated again. A small wound on Karna's arm was rapidly healing. Siegfried also wiped the blood from his face. The place that was originally a wound had already recovered as if it were new. A whole night of fighting had consumed a lot of magical energy for both of them. At the same time, on the horizon, the sun had already risen.
Karna glanced at Aslan, who was still leisurely watching the great drama of the battle all night. That always-indifferent face of his was finally on the verge of breaking.
"We have fought until dawn. This is not a place where vehicles often travel, so our battle can actually continue. I don't mind, but your Master is probably reaching his limit." After all, to maintain a defensive posture for a whole night, and even have a large amount of magical energy surging inside the body—this was also a not-so-small burden for a human. Clearly, this uncle could no longer continue to support Siegfried in a daytime battle.
Hearing this, Siegfried put away his battle stance and stood up. "I hope to have a battle with you next time."
"Hmm. Saber of Black. To be able to be your opponent in the first battle, I am truly grateful for this good fortune."
Karna glanced at Aslan again, then dissipated into spirit form, preparing to return. Jeanne, at the side, still wanted to ask some more questions, but was directly stopped by Aslan raising his arm. With Karna's personality, it was impossible for him to reveal any information to Jeanne.
"Karna is a Servant who completely follows orders, so you can't get any more information from his mouth. Of course, don't think about getting information from me either. The commander of the Red Faction is barely a friend. I don't think you would trust someone who betrays a friend, would you?"
Aslan looked at Jeanne, spread his hands, and said this in a calm tone. Since he was a Son of God, he had to have the appearance of one, right? His goal was to use the Holy Grail to return to his own world. This point absolutely could not be destroyed by anyone. Therefore, Jeanne's trust was a must.
And the uncle of the Black Faction, after Karna disappeared, looked up at the Ruler before him, gritted his teeth, and once again issued an invitation, hoping that the Saintess before him could go with him to the castle where Yggdmillennia was located. It was just that he was once again rejected by Jeanne for the reason that she could not guarantee fairness. And unfortunately, the one before him was the referee of this Holy Grail War. Even if this uncle felt a bit aggrieved, he could only swallow his dissatisfaction, grit his teeth, say a word of farewell, and then return to the luxury car waiting by the roadside.