In the empty throne room, only a Caster was making strange poses and shouting exaggeratedly, while the two masters of this place were just watching the projection with indifferent expressions. Although they would occasionally exchange a few words, they were mostly silent, but there was a strange tacit understanding between them...
But this 'harmonious' scene was soon broken.
For now, the three Black Faction invaders had not yet made contact with Achilles and Atalanta, but the two battlefields below were raging.
The constantly releasing magic from 'Babylon' temporarily suppressed the seemingly non-long-range attacking 'Crown · Light of Wisdom', but in reality, the order Darnic gave to Roche was to 'temporarily hold on and not expose too much of the 'Crown · Light of Wisdom's' abilities and to wear down the opponent'. So the longer the time dragged on, the greater the advantage for the Black Faction, but this way of only taking hits and not fighting back also gave off a 'bizarre' feeling.
After all, there were only a few possibilities for this situation.
The opponent's commander is an idiot.The opponent is preparing a big move.The opponent is preparing to retreat.
Darnic's image in the outside world had always been that of a person who was good at dealing with people and was shrewd and resourceful. He did not look like an idiot in any way. As for retreating, that was naturally impossible. After all, the 'Greater Grail' was still here. If the monk runs away, the temple can't run away. So there was only one answer.
And in order to dispel the Red Faction's suspicions, Darnic decisively gave an order after he felt the time was right.
"Throw Berserker onto the Red Faction's 'fortress'!"
The original plan was to convert the Red Faction's Berserker into their own combat power, but after they actually captured the other party, they realized that they had underestimated Spartacus's madness.
Neither Caster's spells nor using the Command Spells of other Masters as a medium could control him. The other party was just constantly roaring and trying to attack anyone who came near him.
And during this period, they also discovered a strange characteristic of Spartacus.
Even if a wound appeared on his body, once the damage stopped, he would quickly recover, and at the same time, Spartacus would constantly become stronger. So Darnic decisively removed Spartacus from the combat power list and instead used him as a 'one-time item'.
And now was the opportunity to use him.
"Caster! Throw Berserker up!"
"Leave it to me."
With Caster's command, the 'Crown · Light of Wisdom' suddenly squatted down, picked up a 'cage', and threw it towards 'Babylon'.
Along with the terrifying force, the cage constantly made a 'clatter' of metal colliding in the air. Then, with Caster's command, the 'cage' instantly collapsed, and Spartacus, who had a crazy smile on his face from beginning to end, shouted 'Oh, oppressor!!' and flew towards Babylon.
This kind of primitive 'flying projectile' was naturally no match for Babylon's automatic defense mechanism. Almost at the same time Spartacus flew over, several purple lightning bolts struck down at Spartacus.
"Boom!!"
Along with a thunderous roar, Spartacus, who was waving his limbs wildly, instantly turned scorched black, and even his eyes rolled back, but in just an instant, the original 'corpse' once again opened its eyes wide, and after a series of coughs, Spartacus's originally exaggerated muscles swelled up again.
"Oh, oppressor!!"
His body, which was more exaggerated than before, roared and fell into the 'city' of Babylon amidst the lightning in the sky, and his body, which was originally only a little over two meters tall, actually grew to over four meters. However, compared to his huge body, the position of his head seemed extremely unnatural.
At this time, Spartacus was more of a beast who had completely lost his mind than a 'Berserker', and hunters in the forest knew very well that the more injured a beast was, the more terrifying it was.
"Boom!!"
Along with a thunderous roar, several buildings were destroyed, and Spartacus was frantically destroying everything he saw in front of him.
"This damn beast!!"
At this time, Semiramis had completely lost the gentleness she had when she looked at Shirou Kotomine before. She looked at Spartacus, who was destroying the city in the projection, with a face full of anger.
"My apologies, Semiramis. Command Spells don't work on Berserker."
At this time, Shirou Kotomine's expression was also not very good, but Semiramis shook her head at him, forcefully suppressing her anger.
"This is not your fault, Master. This guy is completely insane..."
Shirou Kotomine couldn't help but smile bitterly at his Servant's evaluation. Although the Berserker class itself meant that they were difficult to control, no one had expected him to be so crazy that even Command Spells couldn't have much of an effect.
Of course, in theory, multiple Command Spells could also kill Berserker, but this was obviously not in line with his plan.
"Never mind. I'll personally help him find his release."
After hesitating for a while, Shirou Kotomine made a decision, and this decision made Semiramis, who was sitting on the throne, instantly stand up.
"Master..."
"Empress of Assyria~ Our Master is not an ordinary person~ Please trust him~ And I will also go with him. But I don't know if I can make a small request?"
Semiramis did not expect Caster, who had been slacking off from the beginning, to suddenly speak at this time, but what was his 'small request'?
"Speak, what is it!"
Semiramis's cold voice did not extinguish Shakespeare's enthusiasm. In fact, a strange flush even appeared on his face.
"It's simple! You just need to..."
Shakespeare pointed at the huge projection in front of him and then at himself.
"Project it for me~"
Although the other party had a confident expression, for some reason, Semiramis felt that he was very unreliable. But seeing her own Master smiling by her side, she sat down with a face full of helplessness.
"Okay, Caster, I agree! But——————"
In an instant, her helpless expression became a bit terrifying again.
"If anything happens to my Master, I don't think I need to say anything more!"
And in the face of her threat, Shakespeare's face showed a charming smile as usual.
"Please rest assured~ Empress of Assyria, my wish is to personally witness this 'great war' until the end~"
But as Shakespeare stood there with one hand on his chest and his body slightly bent, Semiramis stared at him for a while before waving her hand. A 'shrunken' projection then appeared on his face.
"Thank you very much~"
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the throne room, and Shirou Kotomine also smiled and nodded to Semiramis.
"I'll be back soon~"
"Come back soon."
At this time, Semiramis's face returned to its gentle state again...