At the same time, the Yggdmillennia castle had also become increasingly chaotic. After all, with the attack of the Shantak birds from above and the invasion of the ghouls from within, no matter how strong these magi were, they were no match for Heroic Spirits. Dealing with one or two ghouls was still no problem, but dealing with so many monsters was a bit too much to handle.
"Celenike! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and call Astolfo back!!"
Uncle Gordes gritted his teeth, grabbed Astolfo's Master's shoulders, and shook them continuously. At this moment, all the surviving magi of Yggdmillennia were gathered in a hall in the castle. This was the place before the entire castle was expanded. Because it was very old, usually no one came here.
Now was probably the liveliest time this place had seen in its long history.
A portion of the homunculi were constantly reinforcing the windows and doors. With the help of the silence mode, they did not attract that much attention from those monsters. But as the range of the monsters' activities grew larger and larger, this place would sooner or later also become their range of action. At that time, these people would surely not be able to escape the encirclement of so many ghouls.
So, while there was still time and a chance, of course, they had to call back the Heroic Spirit who could still move as soon as possible. And they only had this one Heroic Spirit, okay?!
What's the point of not calling the Heroic Spirit back now? To save him for the New Year? To be honest, everyone on this side didn't understand why Astolfo hadn't been called back yet. It was just a matter of using one Command Spell.
Celenike gritted her teeth and protected the back of her hand. No matter how dangerous the situation was, she constantly told herself that she absolutely could not summon Astolfo back. The noble doll in her heart absolutely could not be stained with such filth!
"They're here!!"
A surviving homunculus issued the warning of the impending arrival to everyone. Uncle Gordes gritted his teeth, finally temporarily letting go of Astolfo's Master, and once again cast a reinforcement spell on the door. The next moment, the boarded-up window was directly torn apart by a pair of bird-like claws, and the shriek of a Shantak bird appeared in everyone's ears.
At the same time, the sound of various weapons and claws continuously scratching came from the just-reinforced main door.
"Damn it, the speed of these guys is much faster than we imagined."
You ask what the current Astolfo is doing? Of course, he is sitting on his own summoned beast, whistling a little tune and looking at the scenery on a bright night. After all, his own Master hadn't sent any instructions. You can't expect a Servant whose reason has evaporated to turn the tide, right?
Astolfo looked at the enveloped Hanging Gardens and the constantly flashing magical energy, and let out a soft sigh, as if regretting that he didn't have a bag of popcorn and a Coke in his hand. What a great best-seat-in-the-house.
Lying on his own summoned beast, he rubbed his own cheek. Astolfo puffed up his cheeks. "I wonder how my Master and the others are doing now. Not a single order has been sent. Am I just going to watch things develop here? Although I'm weak, to just do nothing like this, I'm still a bit unwilling..."
A Shantak bird flying in the sky rushed towards Astolfo. Astolfo casually raised his own knightly spear and stabbed to the side. The tip of the knightly spear easily cut through the Shantak bird's body.
Astolfo looked at the Shantak bird falling to the ground and pursed his lips. "Please don't disturb me watching the show, okay? I've already cleared out a large batch. Why are there still so many strange-shaped existences? Although I really want to have my own fantasy mount, you guys don't look well-behaved at all. So even if you keep pestering me, I won't acknowledge you."
The hippogriff had a very human-like expression on its face. It looked at the knight in women's clothing on its back and let out another soft sigh. Clearly, these monsters were pestering him not because they were looking for a master.
In the room in the Yggdmillennia castle where everyone was gathered, the mechanical device on Fiore's back was continuously spitting fire out the window, constantly preventing the Shantak birds from entering by means of suppressive fire. However, this suppressive fire was not a long-term solution. The day would come when the bullets ran out. Oh, of course, it didn't even need a day. In just a few minutes, these ammunition would be exhausted.
Fiore looked at her already-empty bullet backpack, gritted her teeth, and then the octopus-arm-like machine opened forward, grabbed a Shantak bird, and forcibly stuffed it out of this room.
"Uncle! Please think of a countermeasure as soon as possible. I can't hold on for too long."
Uncle Gordes once again turned his head and placed his gaze on the purple-haired magus. "Are you planning to wait until after we're dead to summon Astolfo? I didn't expect you to be such a vicious woman!"
"Shut up! What do you know? I will absolutely not allow my dream to be stained!!"
Looking at the room that clearly couldn't hold out much longer, Celenike had already made plans to sneak away from here. She was supposed to live a long and happy life with Astolfo. How could she be buried here with these people?
Celenike stealthily slipped to a door in the corner of this room, using her own magical energy to secretly remove the reinforcement magic.
"Who's going to die here with you... I'll be taking my leave first. At that time, I'll just have Astolfo come and pick me up directly."
Secretly opening the small door, Celenike had just taken a step when her body bumped into something. Then, a touch of green came into her eyes. A foul smell, accompanied by the smell of earth, rushed into her nose.
Oh, crap!
Celenike hadn't even had time to curse why heaven wouldn't give her and Astolfo a long and happy life, when the existence before her opened its giant mouth, its tongue shot out, wrapped around the female magus's cheeks, and then, carrying her, quickly moved towards its own mouth.
Only the sound of bones breaking and blood spurting outwards was heard. Finally, a headless corpse, accompanied by the sound of chewing, fell to the ground.
After Uncle Gordes noticed the situation over here, the expression on his face was quite a sight to behold. He recklessly ran over, grabbed the arm where the Command Spell had not yet dissipated, used magic to forcibly maintain the existence of the Command Spell, and then began to cast a spell to transfer the Command Spell to himself.