My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

(This is an extra chapter; thank you for your support and gifts.)

The situation is beginning to reverse! Under Danic's command, the opponents on both sides are changing.

"My king, please punish the enemy archer first!" Now that he understood that only divine attacks could be effective against Achilles, Danic naturally wanted Vlad III to change his opponent, so that Chiron could break free from his battle with Atalanta.

After the situation reversed, Danic and his two companions prepared to retreat with Caster. To be honest, they were of little use here and would only be a hindrance.

"Is this your strategy, Danic?" Flanders III's sinister gaze shifted to the woods. "I understand."

Vlad III was, after all, the king of a country, and he knew very well what was advantageous.

Flanders III rode his BMW through the woods, and although he was not as fast as Achilles, he managed to keep up the distance thanks to the obstacles.

At the same time, Vlad III pointed his spear,

"Tsk, are they keeping an eye on me?"

Atalanta had to adjust the arrow she was pointing at the Black Archer toward Vlad III, while simultaneously leaping and running lightly through the branches to avoid the stakes that were rising from the ground.

Atalanta's archery skills were evident in her ability to shoot arrows while moving. However, Vlad III was no pushover either. The dense array of stakes blocked a large portion of the arrows, and he swept away the rest with his spear.

Atalanta had the strength to fight back, but she simply didn't have the energy to keep a close eye on the black archer.

"Don't even think about getting past me, Lancer!" Achilles was very annoyed that Flanders III had suddenly changed his target, while the black Berserker had already let out an ambiguous shout and swung his hammer at him.

"Tch, you underestimate me!" Achilles narrowed his eyes. "I'll finish you off right here, Berserker!"

Meteor Spear easily blocked Berserker's overly monotonous attacks.

"Whizzing--"

The arrow, hurtling towards him from afar, was as swift as lightning; even the sound of it rubbing against the air couldn't keep up with its speed. Caught off guard, Achilles was pierced through the shoulder.

"What?"

Achilles' pupils contracted slightly as he immediately realized what was happening. He released the berserker that was entangled with him and began to run wildly, dodging the arrows that came his way.

Chiron, his eyes gleaming with emerald green, continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows, raining down arrows that pierced Achilles' defenses and giving Achilles no chance to catch his breath.

"Waaaaah, ahhh—"

Berserker, obeying his Master's command, bypassed Achilles and began to venture deeper into the forest.

"Am I the target?"

Kairi Shishikatsu knew that both Rider and Berserker were after him, since if they could eliminate King Arthur's Master, the Black Faction would be in a winning position.

"What a dangerous job." Shiki Jie Li clicked his tongue, but he didn't regret it. After all, he still had the one-time earth escape talisman given to him by Taigong Wang in his pocket. Putting everything else aside, retreating shouldn't be a problem.

Besides, it's better to have him do it than to have those high school students who have never even seen blood.

"However, haven't you overlooked a Servant?"

Lion's gaze fell upon the pierced Spartacus.

"O oppressor!"

While Vlad III was focused on fighting Atalanta, Spartacus, the Red Berserker who had been impaled by the stake, also struggled fiercely and broke free from control.

After all, the Red team's surprise attack was quite effective. Danic and Avisbro had not yet changed his contract when it was interrupted. He struggled and Vlad III was initially in the mood to finish him off, but then he was too busy to take care of himself.

Spartacus constantly uses his Noble Phantasm, "Roar of the Wounded Beast," which converts damage he receives into magical energy and stores it. Once the magical energy accumulates to a certain amount, it can even cause changes to his physical body.

Thus, having suffered piercing wounds, and further secondary injuries inflicted by the use of the King of Torture multiple times during the battle between Flanders III and Achilles, Spartacus's body began to swell.

Like inflating an air bubble, his iron-gray body began to swell and deform, turning into an incredibly ugly and bloated lump of flesh, but his eyes still shone with a fanatical light, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Awooo—O oppressor, I will sing a triumphant song!"

He propelled his bulky body forward, his legs pushing off forcefully to overcome the obstacles of countless stakes, and instinctively launched an attack on Vlad III.

Vlad III, the Grand Duke of Romania who once pierced 20,000 Turkish soldiers, was undoubtedly an oppressor in Spartacus's eyes!

It must be said that Spartacus was quite lucky. If it weren't for Vlad III, Spartacus might have attacked King Arthur. For him, anyone who was king, regardless of anything else, was an oppressor.

"Hmph, what an annoying rebel."

Vlad III was forced to ease his control over Atalanta and instead use the executioner king to deal with Spartacus.

Before Atalanta could catch her breath, the Black Berserker Frankenstein charged at her, unleashing a torrent of green lightning upon her without restraint.

Atalanta suddenly became furious; she had been constantly suppressed from the very beginning.

Green magic flowed into the Sky Bow, drawing the bowstring taut, and Atalanta's eyes shone with emerald hues.

"You shall pay for your recklessness with your blood!"

Like lightning, the arrow pinned Frankenstein to the tree. She roared angrily, making incomprehensible noises, and the iron hammer in her hand began to deform, with green lightning shooting into the sky.

"The next blow will finish you off!"

Atalanta drew her bowstring again.

Frankenstein's Master, Caules, also made up his mind: "In the name of the Command Spell—"