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

Soaring through the clouds, Taigong Wang, dressed in a long robe, rode a strange beast with the head of a horse, antlers of a deer, hooves of an ox, and tail of a donkey, looking down upon Vlad III from the sky.

The strange beast, named the Four-Unlikes, let out a clear and melodious cry. It transformed into its final form, and its mere size was enough to instill a sense of oppression.

Blue flames spewed from its mouth, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield and even affecting the battle situation on Oda Nobunaga's side.

Flanders III's stakes melted as easily as butter under the terrifying temperature.

"So how will you deal with this, Your Excellency?" Taigong Wang stood on the cloud, his eyebrows curving upwards.

"Damn traitors." Flanders III would not yield here, just as he had repeatedly protected his homeland under Mehmed II's army. He had faced moments of despair, but he had ultimately pulled through.

However, everyone knows that Black is already at the end of its rope.

The elimination of Black's Archer and Berserker has put Black at an overwhelming disadvantage, while the opponent hasn't even eliminated a single enemy.

Even if Rider and Saber arrive now, the Black team will still lose, even with a four-on-two advantage.

Because they were severely weakened, they could no longer retain the Greater Grail.

“No.” Danick clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and his eyes were practically obsessive.

"We must win, no matter what, for the survival of Yggdrasilia..."

He can still win! He can still win if he uses his trump card!

With that thought in mind, he made up his mind and immediately informed Avisbro: "Caster, I agree to your proposal."

Then, he straightened his clothes and crept towards Vlad III.

After receiving Danic's reply, Avisbronn began preparations. He gathered the materials he needed to create the Primal Man and summoned Roger.

“I have prepared the materials for the ‘Primordial Ones,’ and now only the final step remains: a suitable furnace core,” Avisbro said to Roger.

"Really? Teacher! That's wonderful!" The innocent Roger was genuinely happy for Avisbro. "But what about the core? It seems the androids from before have run away. What do we do now?"

Roger looked troubled.

Avisbro's voice remained calm: "Not just anyone can be the material for the furnace core."

"First, there must be a high-quality magic circuit, and the spirit and nature must be in harmony with the puppeteer."

"So?" Roger asked simply, expressing his question.

“For a Servant, the magician who is most compatible with them,” Avisbro paused for a moment, “is their Master.”

"..." Roger's eyes widened. Even if he was naive, he had finally realized what was going on, but he still refused to believe it. "What does this mean, teacher?"

He forced a smile: "It must be, it must be a joke, right?"

“No,” Avisbro said, unusually calm even now, “you are the hearth I chose, Roger.”

The enormous puppet swelled up from the ground, taking control of Roger's limbs and trying to merge him into its own body, making him the puppet's power source.

Before that, Avisbro severed Roger's right hand: "Now you can't use Command Spells. Although it will cause some damage to your magic circuits, there's no other way."

"Why! I have always respected and admired my teacher!" Roger asked incredulously, tears streaming down his face.

"The feelings you've shown me are truly heartwarming."

Avisbro's voice remained eerily calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"However, I hate humans and am extremely misanthropic. I put on this mask because even making eye contact with people is a hassle."

"Why would you believe someone like me? Why would you believe that Danic, who has sacrificed everything for the family's legacy, hasn't abandoned your idea?"

Indeed, Avisbro's actions were made with Danic's approval. After all, these magicians existed to continue the Yggdrasil family, so they should naturally give their lives for Yggdrasil—that was Danic's idea.

After all, he had to take this gamble; otherwise, there was no hope of winning in a four-on-two situation. He had already given up all hope of Rider and Saber returning.

Danic was a typical magician who was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve his long-cherished wish. For the continuation of Yggdmillennia, he would abandon not only Roger, but even the Fiore siblings.

"No! No—I only want to create puppets, not become a puppet—"

Roger screamed in agony.

Avisbron waited patiently for the right moment to use his Noble Phantasm.

Time stood still at that moment, and Avisbro suddenly began to tremble, for he saw that death was approaching!

Death, emerging from the dark abyss, slowly approached him, yet he had neither the courage nor the strength to fight back; only the fear of death instantly overwhelmed him.

No, he can't die, he hasn't created Adam yet!

"Can one truly achieve their long-cherished wish without regret by abandoning their pride and morality?"

Death's pronouncement echoed from the depths of the abyss.

"Foolish, hand over your head."

With an invisible flash of sword light, Avisbro was beheaded with a single strike.

Fresh blood gushed out, then transformed into golden spiritual particles in the next moment.

After all, that's what Servants are.

"..." He didn't even get to say his last words before Black Caster Avisbro exited the stage.

With Avisbro's departure, the puppets he created also lost their power and began to disintegrate.

Roger staggered free from his restraints and collapsed to the ground.

"Why—why, teacher!"

He escaped death and broke down in tears.

At this point, Vlad III was at a complete disadvantage. In front of the Phantomhive, which had transformed into a dragon-like mythical beast, he could not even get close to the enemy's stakes, and would be blown away by the wind around him.

However, Vlad III did not give up. He believed that Taiko-no-Wang could not maintain his Noble Phantasm for long while he was seriously injured. So he switched from offense to defense and planned to defeat Taiko-no-Wang when he showed signs of weakness.

Vlad III's judgment was undoubtedly correct.

But it's clear that his Master doesn't think so.

Danic arrived on the battlefield.

"Danick, why are you here?" Vlad III had a bad feeling. After all, Danick was a typical magician and would not personally take risks. In other words, he must have a purpose in coming here.

"Your Majesty the King of Romania."

Danic was eager to reverse the decline.

"You wouldn't want to disappear in such an ugly way in a place like this, would you? Would that still make you someone who came to this land with dreams in their heart!"

"We must seize the Greater Grail! To bring victory to Yggdrasil, you must be victorious."

"Even in this extremely unfavorable situation, there is still a chance of victory, as long as you unleash that Noble Phantasm! Lancer."

Danic's eyes were extremely sinister.

"Danick!"

Vlad III roared angrily, "What did you just say to me?!"

"I told you, I would never use that treasure, have you forgotten!"

Taigong Wang in the air stopped his attack and sighed softly.

"You've forgotten, you mere familiar!" Danic revealed his ferocious face. Like the other magicians, he had genuinely respected Vlad III for this, but his previous respect was merely for his own purposes.

"I must obtain the Greater Grail no matter what, or my dream will be shattered!"

"I command with a Command Spell—"

"Heroic Spirit Vlad Zepesh, activate Noble Phantasm 'Blood'..."

fear.

At that moment, Danic was overwhelmed by the fear of death.

He watched helplessly as the dark figure slowly walked towards him, leaving behind a trail of eerie blue flames wherever it went.

"Can one achieve permanence by devouring the souls and wills of others?"

Clad in a tattered cloak, the Grim Reaper beneath the skull mask questioned, his eyes flashing with a ghostly blue light.

"Foolish, hand over your head."

A flash of dark sword light, and the headless Danic fell.

At the same time, Vlad III, having lost his Master, began to disintegrate into golden spirit particles.

"I never imagined that my dignity, my honor, would be protected by you, Assassin..."

Perhaps as a final tribute to the king who protected the country, the old man of the mountain revealed his form before him.

"I am very grateful for this."

It wasn't that Vlad III didn't want the Holy Grail, but for him, the family's honor was more important.

"Next time, next time..." Let's change this shameful history.

"Rest in peace, King of Romania."

In the Black Lancer, Vlad III exits the stage.