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

As Medusa unleashed her Noble Phantasm, the other Servants present followed suit, not with ease, but out of necessity to unleash their White Noble Phantasms to relieve the pressure.

"All assemble! To disrupt the order is our destiny. Forge chaos! The Immortal Chaos Brigade!"

"The Dark Knight makes his appearance. Ambush from all sides, without a trace! (Jumenmaifuku Mueinogotoku) Ha—!"

"Holy Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva—grant me strength! Grant me the radiance of the rising sun!—Mantra of Holy Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva (Om Alolik Svaha)!!"

"Next, I'm going to eliminate that escaped swindler! Turn around and perform Tenshin Kasho Zanmaii!!"

……

With the release of one Noble Phantasm after another, the battlefield was painted in a riot of colors, with fire and water coexisting. A large portion of the Rahm on the battlefield was instantly cleared out, but a steady stream of Rahm continued to emerge from the ocean, their numbers seemingly endless!

"what!"

Caught off guard, Astolfo was knocked off the eagle's back by Lahem. He only had time to get the eagle back into the dimensional space to protect the heavily injured Chacha on its back.

However, he himself was soon surrounded.

"This is bad." A bead of cold sweat dripped down Astolfo's forehead. He looked at the menacing Rahm around him. "How about we make a deal? Can we take them one at a time?"

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp!" Rahm responded with a mocking laugh, then swarmed forward.

Astolfo was about to become the first Servant to leave the stage, it was easy to imagine that Chacha would definitely be the second, as a Rahm was pierced by a golden beam.

"What a sorry sight, you mongrel."

Accompanied by that arrogant yet magnificent voice, countless golden magic cannons streaked across the sky, like a sky full of meteors. In an instant, tens of thousands of Rahms were killed, and the scene was completely cleared.

"Although they are just ordinary heroic spirits, they deserve to be commended for achieving this."

“King Gilgamesh!” Joan of Arc was not bothered by the offense in Gilgamesh’s words, but was pleasantly surprised. “Shouldn’t you be on the Indian Ocean frontier?” As a Servant without a Master, one should usually be fighting in one’s homeland.

“There’s sunshine over there, so I won’t go and join the fun,” Gilgamesh said, arms crossed. “Otherwise, we’ll just end up fighting.”

Ah... Joan of Arc thought for a moment. Given Ramses II and Gilgamesh's personalities, they would probably get along well in normal times, but they would fight over command on the battlefield.

"Moreover, the pressure in the Indian Ocean is relatively low, and those with spare capacity have come to provide support."

After all, the Pacific Ocean is the most challenging battlefield.

The Atlantic Ocean has the support of all of Europe, the Indian Ocean has India, Egypt and the Middle East, the Arctic Ocean is small enough for Northern Europe and Russia, only the Pacific Ocean is the most extensive and largest, and has the most Lahms.

After saying this, Gilgamesh opened his arms.

"Worship my mighty figure! Fight for the future of the world, the oldest king is with you!"

As a wise king, Gilgamesh didn't say anything offensive at this moment. Under his A+ leadership, all the Servants were invigorated.

Not to mention, fresh reinforcements have also come to support them.

"Brahma, curse me (Brahmastra Kundala)!"

"Distinguish—draw the line between life and death! Haa ...

"Prepare your ultimate technique. O Sun Sword, unleash destruction with your body—Bolverk Gram!"

Incidentally, a certain bespectacled Heroic Spirit cautiously looked around to see if his beloved or his beloved sisters were among them. Fortunately, the Valkyries were there to prevent any from slipping through the net. After all, it's impossible for the Heroic Spirits to block all the Lahms, and some inevitably slipped through.

"Astolfo, you idiot!"

A flash of sword light cleaved Rahm in two at the waist, blood splattering out, revealing Charlemagne's dashing figure.

"Why don't you just come to me?" Charlemagne reprimanded him rudely.

Astolfo scratched his head and stuck out his tongue: "I forgot." His Majesty is here too.

Charlemagne's forehead veins bulged: "You idiot—" He was utterly worried about his subordinate.

Charlemagne's azure eyes swept over the surrounding enemies, his tone serious: "Harming my comrades is unforgivable!"

"The Light of the Sun (Lumière du Soleil)!"

He rarely revealed his kingly demeanor, sweeping away Juvayus. The power of the five elements gathered, and the dazzling light almost had the effect of a Noble Phantasm. A dozen or so nearby Rahm were instantly cut in half at the waist.

The Rahm in the back row immediately became uneasy. They hesitated, preparing for the next attack, but Charlemagne was simply too shameless.

"Come on, you ugly creatures, you were probably just randomly sculpted by Tiamat, you didn't put any effort into it at all."

Ah this...

The Rahms were enraged: "We are the new humans! You old humans who should be eliminated will be wiped out by us."

Charlemagne bluntly stated, "Humans were created based on divine bodies, weren't you?"

Lahm: ...

"Furthermore, such a large quantity proves that Tiamat never intended to meticulously create you; you were mass-produced products."

Lahm: ...

“So you’re just random creations,” Charlemagne said innocently, “you’re not really New Humans at all. You’ll probably be eliminated by the time Tiamat wakes up.”

Rahm: ...vomiting blood.

Astolfo chuckled and stabbed the Rahms in the back: "As expected of His Majesty, he still speaks so ruthlessly."

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!!" Rahm went berserk.

"Good timing!" Charlemagne was completely unafraid.

"Let this holy light shine equally upon all!"

Silver-blue light spots floated up from around his body, an effect of rising magic. Charlemagne's blue eyes held both the dreamlike quality of an adventurer and the majesty of a king.

"Eternal Light, ever-changing radiance, invincible knights, display my royal might!"

Unlike the playful release of his Noble Phantasm when he set off fireworks for Kasumigaoka Utaha, this time his magic condensed into holy wings behind him, and twelve holy swords unfolded behind him, representing the twelve holy knights who followed him.

Unparalleled brilliance illuminated the entire battlefield.

"Show your royal might, the twelve shining swords that traverse the world! (Joyeuse Ordre)!!"

Not only on the Pacific front, but also on the fronts of the other three oceans, the heroic spirits were fighting, and Valkyrie's pure white figure appeared on every battlefield.

But as time went by, the heroic spirits also suffered casualties.

Is it not over yet?

Do they have any reinforcements?

At that moment, as if in response to their feelings, a peculiar sonic boom came from behind. The heroic spirits watched helplessly as dozens of missiles rushed into the Rahm group, the explosions covering the entire space, and a large number of Rahm were killed.

The clarion call of humanity's counterattack has been sounded!