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

All troops on the beach withdrew, leaving the battlefield to the heroic spirit Hector.

Their faces still showed fear and panic when they were immediately summoned by a general they would never have dared to dream of meeting. You should know that before, they had only seen this general with his gleaming gold tassels on his shoulders from the platform across the wide square.

The general asked them about the situation on the beach in a rather amiable manner, and then gently asked them to leave.

Once the soldier's figure disappeared through the doorway, the general's expression immediately turned cold. His eyes were grave as he dialed an internal line and spoke to the highest leader of the US country on the other end of the microphone.

“Sir, it seems we’re in deep trouble.” The general’s brow furrowed even deeper. “We must evacuate all coastal cities, or every one of our cities will be threatened.”

"Are you sure?" The other party's question was very serious, after all, this involved a loss of trillions of dollars.

"I'm sure," the general said firmly.

"I understand. Proceed with the evacuation plan as before." After saying that, the other party hung up the phone, presumably to coordinate.

Meanwhile, the general also began to get busy.

"Boom—" High in the sky, where even birds cannot fly, amidst the dense clouds filled with lightning, accompanied by a powerful sonic boom, several fighter jets arrived directly above the beach. Their mission was not to fight, but to conduct reconnaissance. After all, due to the influence of the supernatural, both human eyes and video recordings could be distorted, requiring both sides to compare and contrast the information to obtain sufficient intelligence.

Fortunately, it's still daytime. The fighter jet can dive down and lower its altitude slightly to see what's below.

"My God! Even heroic spirits can't stop these demons?!" one of the drivers exclaimed.

"Report what you've seen, number 154!"

The higher-ups were also paying attention to this investigation, and upon hearing this, they urged them urgently.

"Yes! There are a lot of those monsters, at least a hundred by my estimation. That heroic spirit is already surrounded!" The pilot in the fighter jet replied hoarsely, his voice muffled by the howling wind around him. "My God, some of them can fly..."

"Report! Unidentified creatures are attacking our fighter jets!"

In the distant monitoring footage, two pitch-black monsters can be seen soaring into the sky. They have ferocious fleshy wings and deformed bodies, yet they are incredibly fast, rivaling even the latest fighter jets.

Despite their fear, the pilots' rigorous training enabled them to engage the monsters in combat. Unfortunately, the monsters were much faster than they had imagined, and they quickly found themselves stretched thin. Before long, several fighter jets crashed right before their eyes.

"Let them evacuate first!" the major general in charge of the operation shouted hoarsely.

"Major General McClane, the exact number has been tallied!" Other staff officers who were constantly monitoring the situation on the beach, based on eyewitness accounts and video footage, reached a conclusion: "Currently, there are a total of 268 monsters within a 15-kilometer radius, two of which have wings and can be targeted by airstrikes."

McLen felt a wave of dizziness. Judging from the current situation, these monsters were quite powerful!

"I urge them again, the heroic spirits must come to the rescue. Send out all the existing mechanical soldiers, and then set up a defensive line behind them. The Congress is already preparing to evacuate the nearby cities. We must buy as much time as possible!"

By this time, Hector was at his last gasp.

Hector, Troy's strongest warrior who shone brightly in the Trojan War, single-handedly holding off numerous heroes and thwarting the gods' schemes, was definitely severely underestimated.

He is a world-renowned hero, but because he is rated three stars in the FGO system, he has never had much presence.

But as he himself said, he was very strong.

Therefore, he was able to maneuver and fight even when surrounded by multiple Rahmu. In fact, his greatest strengths were defense and fighting against multiple opponents, which he consistently did on the battlefield of Troy.

But back then, he still had comrades and soldiers he could trust; now, he was all alone.

Hector is more like a general than a warrior. If he had enough good soldiers under his command, he would not be afraid of Lahem, but now he is all alone.

At this point, we should be thankful, because Rahm did not obtain the Greater Grail, which caused Tiamat's awakening to be a little slower. In addition, it is not the Age of Gods with sufficient mana, which makes the quality of this batch of Rahm wrestlers worrying. Let alone god-level, they are at most similar to third-rate Servants, and they are shadow Servants without Noble Phantasms.

But even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them; Rahmu has not yet fallen to the level of an ant.

Hector was in a predicament. There were too many Lahms around him, and he didn't even dare to use his Noble Phantasm. Even though "Indestructible Spear" was an anti-army Noble Phantasm, it couldn't deal with all the enemies present. Once the weapon was out of his hand, was Hector going to fight Lahm's scythe feet with his bare fists?

If only Achilles were here. Just as Achilles would think of him when he was in trouble, Hector couldn't help but think of his nemesis, after all, he had heard that he had been summoned in the Far East.

Although these Rahms were conceived by Tiamat, they are far inferior to the eleven sons of Tiamat, and can only be considered magical beasts, lacking even divinity.

Achilles, who possesses the "Flower of the Brave," can even kill his way in and out of it seven times.

Using his superb marksmanship, Hector pierced an approaching Rahm, the blood-like liquid inside splattering onto his body. Before Hector could even wipe it off, he used the gun to block another Rahm's scythe-like legs.

However, a black lightning bolt struck silently from behind, making Hector's hair stand on end. It turned out that a Rahmu had taken advantage of Hector's attention being drawn to the front and secretly circled around to his back, lying in wait for a long time before unleashing its deadly attack.

These monsters actually have a fairly high level of intelligence!

"Haha... This time I'm really doomed..." This is a grand feast for heroes from all over the world, but he's going to fall at the very opening.

"Be careful." Accompanied by a mature yet indifferent female voice, the chains that rushed in with the wind instantly sealed off the Rahmu's movements, and with a miserable "screech," it was torn to pieces.

Next, the pink-haired woman removed her blindfold.

Under the gaze of the A+ level petrifying magic eye, all the life forms present, including Hector, felt as if their bodies were being pressed down by an invisible force, or as if cement had been mixed, and they couldn't move a single finger.

Taking advantage of this moment, the rescuer transformed herself into a phantom of slaughter, wielding chains and a short sword, weaving through the Rahm horde like a dancer. However, with each dance, she took the lives of countless monsters.

"You've really been a great help, Medusa."

Hector, at least, possessed B-rank magic resistance, making him more adaptable to Medusa's magic eye than the Rahmans. As heroes from the same Greek mythology background, they at least shared some kind of bond.

However, Medusa arrived first not because of this, but simply because she had a mythical beast mount. Compared to Rider, most other Heroic Spirits lacked the means to travel quickly.

"It's merely the Master's order, Hector." From her appearance, one would never guess that Medusa, a beautiful woman with a cold demeanor and alluring appearance, actually has a rather gentle personality.

“Since we’re fighting side by side, we’re comrades!” Hector revealed a bright smile. Even though he always looked like a lazy old man, as Troy’s strongest hero, he was actually very reliable.

"...Whatever you want." Medusa left these words behind and then mounted Pegasus once more.

With her long purple hair flowing in the wind, the tall and beautiful woman sat atop a white Pegasus exuding a dreamlike aura. The Pegasus neighed, and with each flap of its wings, it created gusts of wind that seemed to tear people apart. Medusa gently stroked the horse's mane and tightened the reins in her hands.

Two more Balrahmu, which also took flight around her, launched an attack on Medusa with sharp, mocking laughter.

"Please give these to me."

"Gently crush them, riding the reins of heroism (Bellerophon)—!!"

"Oh dear, oh dear, then the ones on the ground are mine. Uncle, I need to work harder too!"

A resolute fighting spirit erupted from his brown eyes as Hector raised his javelin, his muscles bulging.

"—The Indestructible Extreme Gun (Durindana)!!"