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

"Hahahaha, come on, come on, I'm going to crush you all!"

Achilles rode his chariot, rampaging across the sky, the sea, and the land like a giant lawnmower, each charge sending hundreds of rahms raining down like a black storm.

"Ora ora ora!" Beowulf's blood boiled with excitement. He casually swung his sword, smashing a nearby Rahm to pieces. Of course, it was more like smashing it than slashing. "Hahahaha, very good, kid in the sky. After this war is over, we'll definitely have a fight, with our fists!"

“No problem!” Achilles laughed heartily. “I’m really looking forward to fighting Beowulf, who can tear apart giants with his bare hands! I couldn’t be happier!!”

The two battle maniacs had practically reached a consensus.

"You must be excited too, right? Lu Bu, the fiercest warrior of the Three Kingdoms!"

Beowulf's eyes gleamed with excited red as he watched the general, who could be called a monster, rampage across the battlefield.

“■■■——”

Unleashing a roar incomprehensible to humans, Lü Bu, now manifested as a Berserker, lost all rationality and slaughtered enemies with the most ferocious ferocity. The names of the Five Weapons of the God of War were merely constraints; as long as he had a weapon in hand, Lü Bu could annihilate his enemies.

With such madness and killing intent, superb martial arts skills, and a steel body that even heroic spirits would turn pale in fear, Lü Bu's heroic spirit was like a demon god reborn, and even the surrounding heroic spirits couldn't help but avoid him.

"As expected of the renowned Lü Bu, his martial prowess is probably only comparable to that of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King." Qin Liangyu killed a Rahm with a single spear thrust, and looking at its ferocious figure, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Lu Bu, indeed..." A handsome young man in a brocade robe, his long, slightly grayish ponytail swaying in a high ponytail, drew back the bowstring, crimson flames igniting at the arrow's tip. "He certainly lives up to his reputation, but alas..."

Not far from him, an elderly man with white hair strolled leisurely across the battlefield, each punch taking down an enemy.

"This is fantastic! I never imagined I'd be fighting alongside such a fierce general as Lü Bu. Your Highness has truly given me a wonderful opportunity!"

Wearing armored Heroic Spirit restraints, Morinaga could completely ignore weak attacks. His Noble Phantasm, Human Boneless, easily pierced through the hard shell of Lahem and killed them.

"Hahahaha, come on, come on, laugh, humans are boneless (Ningen Mukotsu) —"

Mori Nagayoshi laughed as he unleashed his Noble Phantasm, the sharp tip of which instantly sliced ​​through several Rahmos: "The first-class credit is mine!"

He continued fighting.

"Ultimate move, Golden Impact—" Sakata Kintoki's giant axe cleaved open a Rahm, and the spreading golden lightning paralyzed all the surrounding Rahms, which he then harvested one by one.

With a flash of sword light, Rahm, who had been quietly approaching Sakata Kintoki, was cleaved in two.

"Watch out behind you, Kintoki."

By the end, Sakata Kintoki had already realized it, and he turned around with a smile.

"Thanks, Gang-ge!"

Watanabe no Tsuna had already taken off his clothes, exposing half of his chest. His eyes were sharp, and he could cleave a Rahm with a single sword strike. He truly deserved to be the leader of Raikou's Four Heavenly Kings.

He glanced at the familiar golden figure in the distance, then turned his attention back to the enemy in front of him.

"Let's fight side by side again after all this time, Kintoki."

"No problem, Gang-ge!"

The Four Heavenly Kings of Raikō are here!

"This can't go on! The enemy's offensive is just too relentless!"

Joan of Arc pinned a Rahm to her flag spear, but the Rahm was still fidgeting and struggling to kill her. These monsters had to be completely cleaved in two to kill them, which undoubtedly made the Heroic Spirits' attacks even more ineffective.

Moreover, they are numerous and their overall strength is not weak. Even the weaker individuals among them are at the Servant level.

"But we can only stay here!"

If not for the hearing of heroic spirits, no one would have heard Hector roar amidst the clamor of the battlefield: "We must not retreat until the very last moment!"

"As heroes, we should have this kind of awareness!"

It wasn't that Hector didn't know how to retreat, but given the situation, they were all at sea, there were very few Heroic Spirits who could fly, and only a few Riders with ships. Even if they retreated, could they successfully reach the next line of defense?

Here, at least we have the Great Wall to rely on!

"No, I'm not worried about this time."

Joan of Arc's eyes were resolute. She was not afraid of death, not in life, let alone now as a servant.

However, Joan of Arc looked at the countless enemies before her with worry. This was only the first wave of large-scale attacks, and the creator goddess Tiamat had not yet awakened!

Will they be able to hold off these enemies and protect the innocent civilians behind them? Joan of Arc hesitated about this.

"Waaaaah!! Uncle, help me!!" Chacha cried out in a disheveled state. Her ornate clothes were now tattered, and her Noble Phantasm, "Radiant Demon Realm Sun Wheel Castle," was almost reduced to ruins. Yet, it still stood faithfully there, relieving the pressure on the surrounding Heroic Spirits.

But anyone who sees its dilapidated appearance knows it won't last much longer. After all, it's just a C-rank fortress treasure. The fact that it's lasted this long is thanks to the dedicated protection of the surrounding heroic spirits.

In comparison, the situation in White Heron City is much better. After all, this is an EX-rank Noble Phantasm that protects its own barrier. If it weren't for Osakabe-hime's reclusive personality, it could have been transformed into a terrifying offensive Noble Phantasm. Even if Osakabe-hime is not capable, the defensive capabilities of this Noble Phantasm are still astonishing.

The Great Wall is another example of something that can be handled with ease.

The beacon fires on the Great Wall seem to be burning ever brighter. The terracotta warriors and heroic spirits on the wall are fighting against Lahm. Even though their average strength is not as great as Lahm's, they are able to withstand Lahm's offensive with their military formation and the Great Wall, a super-scale treasure.

But then the situation became increasingly tense.

A Rahmoolum crashed into the Great Wall, producing a metallic clanging sound. The Great Wall remained unmoved. But it wasn't just this one Rahmoolum; one after another, they launched suicidal attacks on several buildings, the clanging sounds continuous. The Heroic Spirits tried their best to stop them, but it was too late.

The burning Osaka Castle collapsed almost instantly. Chacha seemed to be trapped in her nightmares from her past life. Faced with the collapse of Osaka Castle and the backlash from the destruction of her Noble Phantasm, she spat out a mouthful of blood and ignored Rahim, who was right in front of her.

"The Phantom Horse (Hippogriff) that no longer exists!!"

The eagle flashed through the air, and Astolfo carefully placed Chacha on its back and took the magic flute from his waist.

"La Black Luna, the flute that awakens panic!"

The invisible sound waves spread out, instantly causing panic among some of the surrounding Rahms, who scattered and fled, unable to find their way.

But Astolfo did not feel relaxed. He rode his eagle, flashing across the battlefield and helping many heroic spirits resolve crises. Therefore, he understood that the current situation was only a stalemate, and if it continued like this, the heroic spirits would not be able to hold on!

An ominous red magic circle emitted a blood-red light, and the Blood Temple instantly dissolved the Rahm within its range. Although Medusa felt the magic power returning to her body, she did not feel relieved.

Her fair, jade-like hand stroked the mane of Pegasus beneath her. This mythical beast was already coughing up blood, after all, it had charged far too many times.

"Hold on a little longer, Pegasus."

Medusa gently comforted Pegasus, and the beautiful winged horse let out a clear cry, as if in response to her.

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