You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"A poison targeting 'heroes'?"

Everyone was taken aback, not expecting it to be so troublesome.

It should be noted that everyone present is a legitimate hero. Although Artoria is dressed in black, she is not actually the "dark side." Instead, she emphasizes the image of a ruthless and iron-blooded overlord, and has nothing to do with depravity.

The Grand Duke, however, was summoned as a hero of Romania, but due to legend, he has a "vampire" side... making him the one most likely to be reversed.

“That’s not all,” Chiron glanced at Vlad III and continued, “If it’s an anti-hero or a Servant whose image has been distorted by legend… they are even more powerless against this curse!”

Sure enough, Vlad III's expression immediately darkened: he was the one who most wanted to punish Shuten-dōji, but fate had played a cruel joke on him, which meant that he might be completely useless in the battle that followed.

"To get close to the Yamata no Orochi, we must find a way to resist its poisonous effects."

"There's no need for such trouble!"

Black Rider sneered: "The will of a king cannot be twisted by anyone. You're just a viper. Cowardice has never been my style!"

The implication is that she intends to tough it out despite the effects of the poison. However, with her Magic Resistance, she can indeed withstand it for a long time. Moreover, she also has the Dragon attribute, which can weaken the negative effects of her own kind (similar to a Special Defense buff).

"Huh? What kind of king are you? The true King of Knights isn't some dark-skinned creature like you. The only one who can replace Arthur is me. Not even her own profile can replace me!"

Mordred immediately volunteered: "Enough with the chit-chat, let's just get to work! I'll lead the charge!"

“Young!” The gun-wielding Black King smiled slightly. “That’s not surprising. Both physically and mentally, he’s still just a child.”

"you--"

"Everyone calm down!"

Joan of Arc quickly intervened, saying, "This is not the time to argue. Your martial prowess can be displayed on the battlefield, not here mocking each other with your comrades."

“That’s true, but according to what Lord Chiron said, we can’t get close to the Yamata no Orochi at all,” Atalanta calmly analyzed. “Although we can use ranged attacks, its size… is not something that can be dealt with by anti-army or anti-city Noble Phantasms.”

"This one……"

Joan of Arc glanced at Karna first, then looked at Iori: "There will always be a way."

"I will pave the way."

Karna spoke calmly, showing little emotional fluctuation even when facing such a terrifying monster.

"The sun's radiance can purify all evil, and no curse can affect my will. Let me use this gun to dispel the poisonous fog for you all!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd reacted with either admiration, silence, or sneer, but no one voiced their opposition. Even those among them who disliked Karna acknowledged that the Son of the Sun was qualified to say such things.

Iori couldn't help but glance at him sideways:

This is the confidence that "Curse of the Golden Flower" brings; it's truly enviable.

His etherealization is already a decent defensive ability, but it is still far inferior to the radiance that protects the Son of the Sun.

The golden armor on Red Lancer is a defensive artifact that has become one with his body and can emit the light of the sun god.

In Hindu mythology, the sun god Surya gave Karna a golden armor and earrings to prove that he was his son and that Karna would not doubt his bloodline. Because they were beings sublimated from the concept of "light," even the gods could not destroy them.

This statement is by no means an exaggeration, because Karna in mythology was indeed invincible when he wore armor!

Even in Servant form, the Golden Armor has the powerful effect of weakening all hostile interference and reducing the damage received to one-tenth!

Whether it's physical destruction, magical attacks, conceptual curses, or even apocalyptic annihilation attacks, all are within the Golden Armor's range of countermeasures!

Considering the healing effect of the Golden Armor and its inherent defensive strength, Karna actually suffered far less than one-tenth of the damage, and it would be healed quickly.

Karna, the Son of the Sun, is a hero who is literally without any weaknesses!

Orochi's venom is a major headache for ordinary Servants, but it is clearly no match for the Golden Armor.

"One person alone is not enough."

Jeanne shook her head, her gaze fixed on Iori: "But if we let Rider, Lancer, and Berserker launch a surprise attack together... it might create an excellent opportunity!"

"I have no opinion."

Iori would have preferred a more prudent battle plan rather than making such a hasty decision to charge in... but judging from the condition of Orochi, they don't seem to have much time left.

The colossal object stretching across the night grew increasingly solid with time, and multicolored clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the bright moon. The area shrouded in the poisonous fog gradually expanded.

Judging from this, the Yamata no Orochi will likely be able to move freely before dawn, and incidentally ravage Romania as if it were its own backyard.

This speed is highly unusual!

Even if Orochi has special abilities and can draw on the magic power of the dragon veins, the largest dragon vein hub in the vicinity is clearly located below the Thousand World Tree Castle, right where the Greater Grail is!

Orochi was only extracted from a branch, yet it caused such a huge commotion...

There might be something fishy going on here. Solving this problem would likely greatly weaken Orochi, but Iori won't have that much time. A decision must be made sooner rather than later.

"Then it's decided. The red and black archers will provide support fire, and the main attackers will be the black rider, the red Lancer, and... um?"

Joan of Arc turned around abruptly, and her followers all looked up, sensing the impending danger at the same moment.

"hold head high------"

It wasn't harsh at all; instead, it was a deep and resonant roar that echoed far and wide, reverberating in layers and reaching the ears of every hero, causing them to furrow their brows.

Soon, one of the eight listless heads of that enormous creature slowly rose, and a crimson hue gradually appeared in its translucent eyes, quickly filling the entire pupil, then the eye, and then thick, fruit-like blood slowly flowed out from it...

The moment its eyes were completely "lit up," the snake's head opened its mouth, causing ripples in the air. The density of the surrounding poisonous fog increased by more than one level, even having a significant impact on the physical level—to the naked eye, it was almost pitch black.

The poisonous fog rose to a height of about twenty meters, making the entire Yamata no Orochi appear as if it were coiled within a nest made of colorful clouds, giving it a strangely beautiful appearance.

Soon, it noticed the "insects" not far away, and with a slight movement of its body, a powerful force swept across the surrounding area!

The thick fog obscured the view, but one could hear the sounds of trees being brutally crushed and uprooted without mercy, the earth's surface being torn apart, and countless cracks appearing with loud noises, spreading towards Iori and the others at an ever-increasing speed!

Something is coming!

It may sound like a long time, but it was actually just a fleeting moment. The battle-hardened heroes were not intimidated at all and made their judgment in the blink of an eye.

"Well done!"

Mordred moved!

She wasn't the first among the Servants to foresee the situation, but her body moved faster than anyone else's—even her own mind was left behind.

"Get the hell back here, you stinking snake!"

As the magic surged, it transformed into crimson lightning and was released, more effective than a flamethrower. In an instant, it dispersed the thick fog nearly a hundred meters ahead and collided with the shadow that was sweeping across. In a burst of intense lightning, the crimson lightning was forcibly dispersed, and the enormous shadow—the Eight-Headed Serpent—continued to ravage the earth as if it had not been affected.

From the sky, the ground touched by its tail looked as if it were deliberately erasing something, sweeping away trees and rocks alike, and no force could stop it!

Is it truly unstoppable?

The answer was no. A terrifying Servant, who had been waiting for a long time and whose heart was filled with resentment and anger, stepped forward, raising his silver spear and pointing it at the serpent's tail.

"Kazikli Bey, the King of Extreme Punishment!"

Buzz buzz! ! !

Iori had once seen as many as 20,000 stakes with the strength of low-level Noble Phantasms tearing through the earth, swarming out like the swarms of insects from the Ten Plagues in the Bible. The sheer scale of it far surpassed that of the battle with Iori, not only in terms of quantity, but also in terms of speed and destructive power!

The extreme violence manifested as countless sharp points piercing into the tail of Yamata no Tail, cutting like swords, rubbing like files, drilling like insects, and devouring and spreading like raging fire—countless attacks saturated the area, like a giant hand composed of pain and injury, forcefully lifting the tail and causing copious amounts of pus and blood to flow down like a waterfall…

"hold head high!!!"

A shrill and terrifying hiss suddenly erupted from the snake's head, and as its massive body writhed, one tail after another stirred restlessly.

"Innocent!"

Vlad III waved his hand, his five fingers spread as if to grasp something firmly. Immediately afterward, the ground in the distance cracked open, and a "tide" of Noble Phantasm pillars swallowed up the approaching Tail one after another.

Although it didn't teach a painful lesson like the first one, it could still cause damage and hold them back.

"You venomous beast, don't think you can run rampant on Romanian soil. My executioner, Kazikli Bey, will show you what true cruelty is!"

Vlad III's Noble Phantasm, "King of Execution," is so powerful that, not to mention its quantity, its range is as high as one kilometer in radius!

Even without entering the poisonous fog area, it can still restrain Orochi!

"Well done! We can't fall behind!"

Achilles excitedly summoned his chariot. This Noble Phantasm was damaged in the conflict with Siegfried and probably could not be used for head-on collisions, but at least it still had the ability to soar freely in the sky.

The fastest hero has no resistance to poison or related legends and cannot freely enter the poisonous fog area, but the size of Orochi means that it will have to face attacks from multiple spatial levels, such as aerial attacks.

"Achilles!"

"Achilles!"

Upon seeing this, Atalanta and Chiron's eyes lit up. They were both orthodox heroes, and Chiron even had a legend of being poisoned, so he couldn't come into contact with the poisonous fog. But if they rode on Achilles' chariot, they could provide aerial support to their companions!

Of course, it's best if two archers can fire from multiple angles, so only one person needs to be on the vehicle.

"coming!"

Achilles drove his chariot around and headed towards the ground. When he saw the expectant expressions on the faces of his two acquaintances, in the blink of an eye as the chariot drew nearer, he made a choice without hesitation—holding the reins with one hand and reaching out with the other to pull Atalanta up, throwing the huntress onto the chariot.

Then, under Chiron's silent gaze, it transformed into a shooting star and soared into the sky...

Chapter 133: Let's surpass mythology, heroes! (5K)

Noisy!

The moment you enter the toxic fog, your skin tightens and your hair stands on end, as if you are being scorched by fire. At first, you feel numbness with a slight stinging sensation, followed by a large area of ​​burning pain as if you are being melted by strong acid!

"This is really tough!"

Iori frowned slightly. The Berserker class does not come with [Magic Resistance] by default, but Shinigami instinctively disperse their spiritual pressure on their body surface for defense. This ability, when converted into Spirit Origin form, gives him approximately a "C" level of [Magic Resistance], which is more than enough to deal with ordinary magic, but obviously not enough to withstand the poisonous mist of Orochi.

Interestingly, after enduring for a period of time, the part that was eroded by the poisonous fog passed the paralysis period and regained sensation. Moreover, as time went on, Iori's symptoms became milder and milder, as if she had developed resistance to "snake venom".

But others did not show this change; the degree of erosion gradually increased without any sign of slowing down.

Of the other three who took the lead in attacking, Mordred faced the most difficult situation. Her helmet was a protective Noble Phantasm that could slightly block the poison, and she also had the dragon attribute, which allowed her to move around in the fog with difficulty, but vigorous exercise would accelerate the rate at which she was being eroded.

"hateful!"

Red Saber was extremely frustrated. She always preferred to charge straight ahead, and this tricky environment restricted her in many ways, greatly affecting her performance.

Just as she was about to unleash her magic and use the crimson lightning to dispel the fog ahead, a cold voice, or rather, a command, suddenly rang in her ears:

"Get out of the way!"

Mordred instinctively shuddered. Her rebellious nature made her want to retort, but her body instinctively moved to the side.

Almost simultaneously, a deep red and black wind pressure fiercely plowed across the earth!

As if ravaged by the chariots of the gods, the ground, stained with toxins, was completely stripped away by the wind pressure. The extremely destructive magic was even sharper than physical swords, and the spreading aftershocks blew away all the surrounding mist, creating a small fan-shaped forbidden zone in this forbidden zone of life.

However, after the wind pressure subsided, the toxic fog quickly resumed spreading, and the area was visibly filled again.

Accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, the warhorse galloped past Mordred, and the black-armored knight king glanced coldly downwards—

call!

Without uttering a word, he charged toward the source of all evil deep within the poisonous fog; nothing could stop this domineering king.

"Well!"

Mordred gripped the magic sword tightly in her hand; if she weren't bound, her beautiful golden hair would probably stand on end like a hedgehog.

"You bastard! I'll catch up with you sooner or later, just you wait!"

On the other side, Karna, focused and undistracted, advanced the fastest. Wreathed in flames, he didn't run, but instead flew directly through the poisonous fog like a rocket, tearing a crack in the deep purple miasma before soaring into the sky and thrusting his golden spear at the serpent's head.

The snake's head, with its crimson eyes wide open, seemed to have no time to dodge, and was pierced between the eyebrows by the spear—

call!

Blood splattered as the spear easily pierced through the scales, revealing that the Yamata no Orochi was surprisingly vulnerable.

But the next moment, the flowing blood turned into a viscous black venom, writhing like a demon from hell and thirstily rushing toward the radiance, swallowing Karna whole in the blink of an eye!

And the broken snake head opened its gaping maw, finally taking the black water sphere inside—

Ka!

The temperature in the atmosphere plummeted, the ground was covered with a layer of frost and snow, and the snake's head turned into a giant ice sculpture hundreds of meters high, completely blocking out the sun's brilliance.

After capturing the Son of the Sun, ripples appeared in the surrounding void, and the true serpent head slowly revealed its true form—the one before was just an illusion!

"A cunning fellow!"

The Queen of the Wild Hunt rode her warhorse through the sky, not unleashing magic from a distance, but instead accelerating like a medieval knightly duel, charging straight toward her target.

The spear in his hand is called "Rongomminiad," an weapon of the same level as the holy sword "EXcalibur." Even disregarding the mystery associated with it, its material is a crystallization of human imagination, surpassing all mortals in strength and sharpness.