Damn it, damn it, a little faster!
As the Elder Ghoul stepped into the room, Uncle Gordes once again sped up the movements of his hands. At this moment, his chubby body was once again soaked in sweat. As expected, participating in a Great Holy Grail War was the fastest way to lose weight. Although one might lose their life at any moment, for some who had sworn that if they didn't lose weight, they would just die... ahem, the topic has strayed a bit.
In any case, with their current abilities, it was clearly somewhat impossible to kill this Elder Ghoul. Blocking it was their limit. The only one who could save them and solve the current predicament was, of course, to call Astolfo back. And the premise for this was that Gordes had to ensure that this Command Spell would not just disappear. Otherwise, all of them would be buried here today with the name Yggdmillennia. Perhaps in the future, the world of magi would spread the "good name" of their entire family having walked the path to the underworld together because of the failure of the Holy Grail War. Yeah right!
If the outside world really spread rumors that they, because of the failure of the Holy Grail War, had loved this family so much that they all died together, then the magi would only laugh at their pedantry. A family was, of course, relatively important, but compared to one's own long-cherished wish, it was nothing. Unless the long-cherished wish of these people was for Yggdmillennia to last forever. But if it was really for the family to last forever, then why die together with the family? At that time, all of them would become the idle talk of others after a meal and the negative characters for educating children. Just thinking about it was a bit terrifying. After all, magi, more or less, still had to have some face.
Green lightning appeared in Caules's hands. Although its power was not great, it could more or less have a certain attacking and paralyzing effect on the Elder Ghoul. His own sister was still there dealing with the Shantak bird. The remaining homunculi were still constantly holding back the ordinary ghouls. No wonder the uncle, braving the fear, had snatched the Command Spell from the hands of the Elder Ghoul.
As a member of this family, as a younger brother who wanted to help his sister carry the burden! How could he just watch here and do nothing?!
"Hyaa—!!"
Caules raised the green lightning and directly shoved it into the Elder Ghoul's mouth. He then quickly raised his own hand. Looking at the Elder Ghoul's tightly closed mouth the next moment, an expression of lingering fear appeared on his face. If his hand had been a few moments slower, his palm would probably have been directly bitten off by this ghoul.
But it was a good thing that the green lightning also flowed down this monster's mouth towards its body, which clearly caused a bit of stiffness in this Elder Ghoul. Otherwise, those four green, muscular arms would surely have grabbed at Caules in the first instant.
Caules also sensed this hidden danger, so he constantly stretched out his own hand, creating green lightning and hitting the ghoul before him. If it weren't for the fact that he had summoned Frankenstein during this period and had gotten a certain amount of inspiration from her, he was afraid he wouldn't even be able to use such lightning now... In the end, it was still Fran who had helped him. Caules lowered his head slightly. On the contrary, he, this Master, didn't seem to have done anything for Fran. This was truly shameful.
"Aaargh—!!"
The originally reinforced main door was torn apart at this moment. Another Elder Ghoul let out a roar. Following the scent of living flesh and blood, these ghouls that had been wandering in the castle had finally found the right path and began to gather here in large numbers. Of course, perhaps it was also because of the continuous screeching of the Shantak birds that was guiding them.
The expression on Caules's face changed. It was already such a struggle for him to block one Elder Ghoul. Now another one had appeared... how could they possibly hold them off?
This second Elder Ghoul, while roaring, charged forward. Just as Caules had made the decision that even if he had to sacrifice himself, he had to protect his sister and the others, Uncle Gordes finally let out an excited voice, "It's done!!"
Looking at the red Command Spell on the back of his hand, Uncle Gordes had the urge to cry. He had escaped death once again. These past few days had been truly full of ups and downs. Could it finally be that the bitterness was over and the sweetness was to come?
"By my Command Spell, Astolfo, hurry back and save us!!"
A red light flashed past. The Elder Ghoul that had been charging over had its legs directly swept by a knightly spear. With the effect of the Noble Phantasm "Trap of Argalia: Down with a Touch!," the next moment, this ghoul's feet vanished without a trace. It fell directly to the ground, and then was pierced through the head by the knightly spear, although it was completely impossible to see where the head of a ghoul that had become an Elder-level was.
"Yo-ho! Knight Astolfo, at your service! Huh? Did I change my Master? Why is it this chubby uncle? He's so strict, you know."
Perhaps because they saw that a Heroic Spirit had finally come to help them, although he looked unreliable and his strength was not particularly strong among all the Heroic Spirits, he was at least no problem against these monsters. Therefore, Uncle Gordes finally had the courage to act a bit like a fox borrowing a tiger's might.
"Astolfo, what are you talking about?! Instead of complaining here, hurry up and clean up all these magical beasts."
Astolfo pouted, and drew a small circle on the ground with his right foot, looking like a little girl. "What's with that? So fierce. I haven't even blamed my new Master for dragging me away from a good show~"
A somewhat twitching smile appeared on Uncle Gordes's face. He knew it. His luck in this Great Holy Grail War was absolutely terrible. Why did it feel like not a single Heroic Spirit had good compatibility with him? "Alright... I apologize. So, Astolfo, can you hurry up and take care of all these monsters!"
Only then did Astolfo once again raise his spear. Of course, the reason he hadn't attacked just now was that he hadn't seen any monster launching an attack that would endanger anyone present. Although his personality was flighty, no matter what, he was still a knight. At a time like this, helping the weak was, of course, a matter of course. It was just that his personality made him complain a little.
It couldn't be helped. His reason had evaporated.
"Well then, let me show you the strength of me, Astolfo!"
Because the space in the room was not very large, Astolfo put away his spear and drew the treasured sword from his waist. Under Astolfo's attack, these ghouls and Shantak birds should be able to be all taken care of, probably.