"...they will use the adrenaline and chaos of surviving that blast to instantly mobilize. They will be at our gates within the hour. If they do not appear within that timeframe, it means their army is broken, and we will not see them in the near future. However, we must prepare for the absolute worst-case scenario: they survived, they are marching, and they are heading straight for us."
Zhuge Liang took a slow drag from his cigar, the burning ember glowing sharply in the dimming light. "Furthermore, they will likely ignore the Anti-Roman Empire entirely and throw their absolute maximum military might at our front gates to end this war in one decisive strike."
Romulus, standing tall and unbothered by the residual tremors of the earth, looked fondly upon his strategist.
"I understand, my child," the Founder rumbled, his voice filled with unwavering divine affection.
One Hour Later - The Outskirts of the Capital
The sun had completely set, plunging the world into the abyss of a moonless night. The sky was a pitch-black canvas devoid of stars, and the air was chillingly quiet—the usual sounds of the wind and wildlife completely silenced by the suffocating tension of the impending slaughter.
True to Zhuge Liang's prediction, the United Roman Empire did not cower behind their massive stone walls. To Romulus, walls were unnecessary to embrace his children. The Founder of Rome, alongside Caesar, Caligula, Charlemagne, Iskandar, Penthesilea, Hippolyta, Cleopatra, and Amour, stood in a grand, terrifying formation on the open plains just outside the fortress gates, backed by their own elite legions.
And from the absolute darkness of the southern horizon, a light began to emerge.
It was not the flickering, mundane light of torches. It was a massive, creeping tide of golden, holy radiance. The parameter boost and Holy Imbuement applied by Fujimaru caused Nero's entire army to glow in the pitch-black night. To the United Roman Empire, it looked as though a sea of golden stars had fallen to the earth and was marching directly toward them with terrifying, unnatural speed.
Zhuge Liang's prediction appeared flawlessly accurate. The Roman Empire had committed their entire main army to the frontal assault. The sheer scale of the approaching force made it seem as though Nero had completely abandoned the idea of sending a special military detachment to deal with the Anti-Roman Empire, focusing every ounce of her military weight on crushing the capital.
(Unbeknownst to the legendary tactician, this was exactly the illusion Fujimaru wanted to create. By sending his covert strike team via spatial teleportation, the absolute mass of Nero's army appeared perfectly intact, fooling even Zhuge Liang into believing no one had been sent to intercept the Anti-Romans.)
As the rhythmic, earth-shattering march of Nero's holy legions grew louder, shaking the very bedrock beneath their feet, Romulus crossed his muscular, bronze arms. He stared at the approaching golden tide, his red pupils glowing with immense pride in the dark.
"Just as you predicted, my child," Romulus praised, his voice carrying the heavy, undeniable weight of a god of war. He uncrossed his arms, extending them outward to welcome the bloodshed as if preparing to embrace the entire world.
"Prepare for battle!" Romulus bellowed, his voice echoing across the moonless plains like rolling thunder. "Let us show them the true weight of Rome!"
The absolute silence of the moonless night was shattered, not by the clash of steel, but by a voice that seemed to vibrate through the very blood of every Roman present.
It was a voice that did not need to shout to be heard. It carried the suffocating, crushing weight of two thousand years of history, rippling across the dark plains to greet the newly arrived vanguard.
"Finally, we meet... my child."
Romulus spoke softly, yet the resonance of his words rolled like a physical force. The sheer gravity of the Founder's presence pressed down upon the battlefield. To the golden-clad vanguard of the Roman Empire, it felt as though the earth itself was speaking to them—a primordial father looking down upon the children of his bloodline.
Name: Romulus
Class: Lancer
Attribute: Star
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (B Rank): Nullifies spells that have a chant of three verses or below. Receives almost no damage even against Great Magecrafts and Greater Rituals.
Personal Skills:
Divinity (Sealed): Romulus has a quite high level of Divinity since he is the son of Mars, the equivalent to the Greek God of War Ares.[9] Romulus however is intentionally sealing it away by means of Imperial Privilege due to his views on the gods and humanity.
Wind of Romance (B+ Rank): Romulus can temporarily rank up his STR. Furthermore, even without training, he's still beyond brawny. No matter how many calories he ingests, his body shape will not change.
Imperial Privilege (EX Rank): A Personal Skill that makes possible to acquire Skills that originally are not in possession for only a short time. The Divine Ancestor is almighty. Skills that are possible to acquire are truly diverse. Since it is above A Rank, even physical burdens are acquired.
Septem Colles (A Rank): Grants blessings to those he recognizes as his "children", such as Roman emperors.
Stats:
Strength B | Endurance A | Agility A | Mana C | Luck B | NP A++
Noble Phantasm:
Magna Voluisse Magnum: All Things Lead to My Spear (Anti-Army A++)
Spear of Nation Building held by Romulus, regarded as on par with the great tree symbolizing Rome itself. At the occasion of the founding of the nation, he violently thrust the spear on the Palatium. Its power as a Noble Phantasm endows it with the ability to manipulate plants, and the calling of its True Name causes it to undergo a great transformation into a large tree to create the "past/present/future appearance of the imperial capital of Rome." It washes away the target with a torrent of violent waves, a mass weapon Rome, the ever growing tree sprouting from the earth.
Moles Necessarie: My Love Reaches All (Barrier B)
It is a Bounded Field Noble Phantasm which protects the space isolated by the walls. The fortress walls instantly rise from the earth, so the summoning of the field can be positioned to cleave targets like a guillotine.
At the absolute forefront of the golden tide, Emperor Nero came to a halt. The wind whipped her crimson mantle around her. Beneath the bravado, she could feel the undeniable, instinctual pull of her lineage. The man standing before her was not just an enemy general; he was the genesis of her entire world. He was the god who had carved their empire out of the dirt.
Nero planted her boots into the scorched earth, refusing to bow under the weight of his divine authority. She lifted her chin, her lime-green eyes blazing with the fierce, unyielding pride of the present generation.
"Umu! I am here, O Founder of Rome! Great Ancestor Romulus!" Nero's voice rang out, trembling not with fear, but with the overwhelming emotion of a descendant finally facing her origin.
Across the dark expanse, a profound silence fell over the Founder. Romulus's glowing red pupils locked onto the small, fiery girl wrapped in crimson and gold. He looked past her physical form and gazed directly into her Spirit Origin, seeing the unbroken chain of history, tragedy, and glory that connected his first breath to her current reign.
A heavy, majestic smile graced Romulus's bronze features. It was a look of pure, ancient pride.
"Impressive!" Romulus boomed, his voice shifting from a soft rumble to a joyous, earth-shaking resonance that demanded respect. "Such a majestic soul! I ought to address you formally, by the title of Emperor!"
Nero gripped the hilt of her broadsword. She didn't draw it yet; instead, she placed her hand over her heart, feeling the rapid, rhythmic beating of her Roman blood. This was not merely a political dispute between two rulers. This was a child of Rome challenging the father of it all.
"There is no need!" Nero declared, her voice cracking slightly before solidifying into absolute resolve. "Address me just as you did before! O Great Founder... here and now, I formally declare war upon you with my army!"
The declaration hung in the cold night air, a fragile, momentous thread connecting the past and the future.
Romulus closed his eyes for a fraction of a second. When he opened them, the affection of a father merged seamlessly with the terrifying, all-encompassing aura of the Supreme God of War. He widened his massive stance, slowly extending his bronze arms toward the heavens as if preparing to violently crush the entire world in a deadly embrace.
"I accept it!"
Romulus's roar shattered the heavens, a sound so majestically violent it forced the very air to warp around him.
"Show me! Show me that you can conquer Rome with your own love!"
The emotional dam broke. The heavy, dramatic tension that had paralyzed the two armies instantly snapped.
Nero drew her glowing crimson sword with a blinding flash of light, her eyes burning with absolute determination. She pointed the blade directly at the god of her ancestors.
With a deafening, earth-shattering war cry, the golden tide of the Roman Empire surged forward into the dark, charging headlong into the overwhelming, crushing embrace of the Founder. The dramatic, final clash of bloodlines had begun.
Romulus bellowed, his voice carrying the absolute, terrifying authority of a supreme creator. "Magna Voluisse Magnum: All Things Lead to My Spear (Anti-Army A++)"
With a blinding flash of crimson light, the Great Ancestor manifested his legendary weapon. It was a colossal, double-edged spear, boasting wide, jagged blades that perfectly resembled irregular, blood-red leaves. Romulus didn't merely brandish the divine weapon; he violently slammed its shaft into the scorched earth, unleashing the full, catastrophic weight of his Noble Phantasm upon the battlefield.
The effect was instantaneous and apocalyptic.
A dense, terrifying expanse of massive, crimson-leafed trees violently erupted from the barren soil beneath the Founder's feet. Romulus commanded their explosive growth with a mere thought, unleashing an aggressively expanding forest that surged forward like a tidal wave. The sheer, overwhelming life force pulsating within these trees was so immense that it effortlessly split the earth wide open, sending massive shockwaves through the bedrock. Colossal roots and trunks pierced through the terrain, violently shattering boulders and defensive formations alike.
Their growth was unnaturally, terrifyingly fast. The sprawling branches and creeping vines moved with predatory precision, acting as a massive, living net designed to aggressively capture and ensnare Nero's vanguard before they could even attempt to evade the onslaught.
However, this was no benevolent miracle of nature.
While ordinary trees would breathe life into a barren wasteland, the forest of the Great Ancestor was fueled by an absolute, ravenous hunger. The crimson-leafed trees acted as colossal, divine parasites. They aggressively absorbed every single ounce of magical energy in the surrounding atmosphere. The earth beneath them instantly withered, the last remnants of vitality sucked away as the ground turned into completely dead, grey ash.
But the true, terrifying reality of Romulus's power extended far beyond the battlefield.
The ravenous roots plunged so unimaginably deep that they began to violently siphon mana from the very conceptual fabric of the Singularity itself. The night sky groaned, and the borders of reality began to visibly warp and fracture like shattering glass. The Founder's overwhelming, all-consuming "love" for Rome was so incredibly dense and violently expansive that the sheer act of manifesting his forest was actively accelerating the absolute destruction of the entire era.
The colossal, blood-red roots surged across the pitch-black plains like a devastating tsunami, violently tearing the earth apart as they rushed toward the Roman vanguard.
As the parasitic forest encroached, the ravenous pull of Romulus's Noble Phantasm hit the legions. The golden aura of Fujimaru's Holy Ascension flared violently, acting as a vital, desperate shield against the conceptual drain. The holy imbuement prevented the human soldiers from having their life force instantly snuffed out, but even with the massive parameter boost, the sheer pressure of the Founder's "love" forced the front lines to stagger. The earth beneath their boots turned to dead, grey ash in seconds.
"Do not falter!" Vlad III roared, his golden eyes narrowing in absolute defiance.
The Lord of Wallachia slammed his hands onto the ashen ground. "Kazıklı Bey: The Lord of Execution (Anti-Army B)"
Instead of targeting the sky, Vlad unleashed his Noble Phantasm directly into the earth. Thousands of massive, rusted iron stakes erupted from the soil, violently piercing through the creeping crimson roots. Iron clashed against divine wood in a horrific symphony of splintering trunks and shrieking metal. The stakes acted as a brutal, jagged breakwater, temporarily stalling the forest's advance.
Simultaneously, a dark blur of absolute ferocity shot past the front lines.
Lancelot gripped Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake (Anti-Unit A++) with both hands, his red visor leaving a trail of light in the darkness. The Mad Knight did not wait to be ensnared. He leaped directly into the shifting, aggressive canopy of Romulus's forest. Swinging his corrupted blade with god-like speed, Lancelot unleashed a storm of massive, crescent-shaped mana slashes, violently hacking through the colossal trunks and creeping vines before they could wrap around his allies.
Yet, despite the overwhelming might of the Servants, the crimson forest was simply too vast. It wasn't just a physical attack; it was the conceptual embodiment of Rome's infinite expansion. Cut down one tree, and three more violently erupted from the dead earth to replace it, their roots digging deeper, aggressively tearing at the very seams of the Singularity.
Emperor Nero stood at the absolute forefront of her army, the violent winds of the magical clash whipping her crimson mantle. Despite her unyielding pride and her refusal to take a single step backward, she was fundamentally human in this era. The suffocating mana density of the expanding forest was physically crushing, yet she gripped her broadsword tightly, fully prepared to swing at the monstrous trees with her own two hands.
Before the encroaching crimson canopy could swallow the human Emperor, a calm, commanding figure stepped seamlessly in front of her.
"Stand behind me, Emperor," Fujimaru said, his voice completely devoid of panic. "I will handle the landscaping."
A void appeared before Fujimaru, an endless emptiness. Fujimaru's right hand immediately reached into that void. He pulled out a Top Class Item. It was a transparent glass-like orb, inside of which four lights swirled in a circular motion. This magic item is used specifically to summon fire, water, wind, and earth elementals. Furthermore, it can summon composite elementals made from two different elements.
"Elemental Gacha! Summon Fire Elemental!"
The pitch-black night was instantly eradicated by an explosion of white-hot radiance. From the burning orb, a colossal, towering entity of absolute, roaring flame manifested upon the ashen earth. It possessed no defined shape, existing only as a majestic, towering pillar of catastrophic, conscious fire that radiated a heat so intense the surrounding air began to physically warp and ignite.
It was the ultimate, absolute conceptual counter to a forest.
With a deafening, crackling roar, the Fire Elemental surged forward, crashing directly into the creeping edge of Magna Voluisse Magnum: All Things Lead to My Spear (Anti-Army A++).
The collision was catastrophic. The aggressive, divine vitality of Romulus's blood-red trees met the absolute, consuming incineration of the high-tier elemental. The fire aggressively spread, latching onto the mana-rich wood and using the forest's own ravenous magical density as fuel. Colossal trunks exploded into embers, and the sprawling, world-draining roots shrieked as they were turned to ash faster than they could regenerate.
The battlefield was violently split in two. On one side stood the dark, terrifying, world-eating forest of the Founder, pulsating with ancient authority. On the other side stood a towering, apocalyptic wall of roaring white fire, aggressively burning away the divine wood and protecting the Roman vanguard from the conceptual drain.
Romulus watched the spectacular, blazing inferno push back his ultimate spear. Instead of anger, a massive, thrilled grin stretched across the Great Ancestor's bronze face, the roaring flames reflecting in his red pupils.
"Magnificent!" Romulus's laughter boomed through the intertwining branches and the crackling fire, shaking the very air. "To answer my expanding love with an all-consuming passion! Show me more of this absolute fire!"
The roaring inferno of the Primal Fire Lord burned with apocalyptic intensity, turning trunk after trunk to cinders. However, the divine vitality of Rome's Founder was absolute.
For every massive tree that was reduced to ash, five more violently erupted from the scorched earth. The blood-red leaves were entirely unaffected by the heat, and the aggressively expanding roots simply swallowed the flames, treating the high-tier elemental fire as nothing more than additional fuel for its terrifying growth. The forest of Magna Voluisse Magnum continued its relentless, world-eating march, making it seem as though the catastrophic explosion of fire had absolutely no effect.
Seeing that a mere elemental summon could not match the conceptual weight of a God of War's Noble Phantasm, Fujimaru narrowed his eyes. He stepped past the protective boundary of the vanguard, his Caster-enhanced perception instantly scanning the overwhelming enemy lineup.
"Leave Romulus to me!" Fujimaru commanded, his voice completely calm but carrying an absolute, chilling certainty that cut through the roaring flames.
In a fraction of a second, Fujimaru analyzed the Spirit Origins of the opposing Emperors and Queens. With the flawless, calculating precision of a master tactician, he instantly dismantled the chaos of the battlefield and issued absolute orders to his forces.
"Lancelot!" Fujimaru called out. "Intercept the Amazons! Hippolyta and Penthesilea are yours—match their absolute ferocity!"
"Kiyohime!" He pointed toward the right flank. "Burn down Gaius Julius Caesar and Cleopatra! Do not give their tacticians room to breathe!"
"Jeanne d'Arc, Longinus!" Fujimaru commanded, looking at the holy defenders. "You are on absolute disruption! Lock down Amour, the young Iskandar, and Zhuge Liang!"
"Vlad III!" He gestured to the center. "Skewer the Holy Roman Emperor, Charlemagne!"
"Nero, Chevalier d'Eon, Mash!" Fujimaru finalized the formation, looking directly at the Emperor. "Form the defensive vanguard! Put an end to Caligula's madness!"
The Chaldean vanguard and the Roman Servants did not hesitate for a single second.
"RAAAAAAAAAARRRTH!" Lancelot roared in absolute madness, his black armor trailing dark mana as he launched himself directly at the two fiercely grinning Amazon Queens.
Kiyohime's golden eyes narrowed into slits. "Understood, Master! I shall incinerate those who stand in the way of our love!" she declared, unleashing a massive torrent of blue dragon fire toward Caesar and the Pharaoh.
Vlad III smirked, his golden eyes flashing as he raised a bloodstained hand, immediately summoning a wave of iron stakes to challenge Charlemagne's holy blade. Jeanne raised her glowing flag, moving in perfect synchronization with Longinus to form an impenetrable wall against Iskandar's chariot and Zhuge Liang's magecraft.
Finally, Emperor Nero gripped her crimson broadsword, flanked seamlessly by the absolute shield of Mash Kyrielight and the elegant rapier of Chevalier d'Eon. Together, they charged straight into the howling, rampaging path of Caligula.
With the battlefield violently fracturing into high-tier, absolute duels, Fujimaru was left standing alone in the center of the dead earth.
He looked up. Towering above the aggressively expanding, blood-red forest stood the Great Ancestor. Romulus looked down at the seemingly human Master who had dared to isolate him, a massive, booming laugh echoing from his chest.
"You send away your mighty Servants and choose to face the Founder alone?" Romulus's voice shook the very air, his red pupils glowing with overwhelming, divine pressure. "Show me, child! How will a mortal withstand the absolute weight of Rome?!"
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The suffocating black fog completely vanished, swept away by the sheer, overwhelming density of the magical energy erupting from the pitch-black blade. With Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake (Anti-Unit A++) fully unsheathed, Lancelot was no longer just a rampaging beast utilizing borrowed weapons; he had reclaimed his absolute peak as the strongest Knight of the Round Table, his physical parameters violently forcibly elevated by an entire rank.
Standing opposite the corrupted, heavily armored knight were his two challengers. Despite possessing physical appearances that completely belied their terrifying strength, they were the absolute apex of Amazonian might and the half-sisters of Rome's Founder.
Penthesilea, the Third Queen of the Amazons, lowered her stance. Appearing as a fierce girl of around sixteen to eighteen years old, her long silver hair caught the faint light of the distant magical fires. Her fresh, peach-like skin was completely exposed to the harsh battlefield, clad in incredibly minimal attire consisting only of a single band of cloth wrapped tightly across her chest. Yet, her lack of armor was completely compensated by her absolute lethality. She dug the heavy treads of her armored boots into the scorched earth, her claw-tipped gauntlets scraping together with a terrifying screech, while the twin curved Kopis swords rested securely at her waist, ready to be drawn in a fraction of a second.
Name: Penthesilea
Class: Berserker
Attribute: Earth
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class Skills:
Mad Enhancement (EX Rank): Normally, it is possible to come to a mutual understanding with Penthesilea. However, her ability to reason will disappear when confronting Achilles. Even when facing other Greek heroes, she loses some degree of reason. Being called beautiful is also traumatic to her, and might cause lose her rationality aswell.
Divinity (B Rank): As a demigoddess daughter of the God of War Ares Penthesilea boasts high Divine Spirit aptitude.
Personal Skills:
Queen of the Amazons (A Rank): Having A Rank in this Skill is sufficient to lead a nation as its Queen. The morale of military forces she commands is extremely high.
Golden Rule (Beauty) (A Rank): No matter how she grows up, she will show a predestined growth into an existence endowed with a perfect beauty like that of a goddess.
Roar of the War God (A+ Rank): The yell will grant bravery to her allies whom stand together as warriors, as if they were lead by the God of War. In the case where before her are heroes of Greek Mythology (or if she feels their scent holds a similar origin), her hatred will surge — Her howl will not stop until their lives are wiped out.
Stats:
Strength A+ | Endurance B+ | Agility C | Mana A | Luck D | NP A
Noble Phantasm:
Outrage Amazon: Die on My Rage, Hero (Anti-Unit B)
The absolute, physical manifestation of her warrior soul, divine blood, and bottomless vengeance. Upon activation, she discards all remaining reason, momentarily transforming into a pure beast of slaughter. She aggressively charges the target—projecting her absolute hatred for "Achilles" onto them—and unleashes a devastating, relentless barrage utilizing every weapon, strike, and limb at her disposal. The assault culminates in a savage, beast-like bite to deliver the lethal finishing blow.
Trojan Reinforce: Elite Warriors to Rush Upon My War Cry (Anti-Army B)
Summons twelve elite Amazon champions, each possessing the strength of a thousand soldiers and a flawless synergistic affinity with her Roar of the War God. However, because Berserker Penthesilea actively rejects her "completed" historical figure, utilizing this Noble Phantasm forces a paradoxical transformation into her mature, goddess-like form. This lethal self-contradiction instantly begins to overwrite her existence, inevitably shattering her Spirit Core and ensuring her destruction after its use.
Goddess of War: War God's Military Sash (Anti-Unit/Anti-Fortress A)
It is a band of fabric with a plain pattern drawn on it that she wears on her arm. Despite its appearance, it seethes with an abnormal amount of Magical Energy and possesses a divine aura thick enough to make it seem like a god itself had used it. Wearing it greatly increases the user's Divinity, Strength, Endurance, Agility, and Mana parameters. Its strength cannot exceed a certain point due to Mystery in modern society being weak.
Beside her stood Hippolyta, the Second Queen. Sharing the same youthful appearance and fresh, peach-like skin as her sister, her long, dark red hair was elegantly tied back into a neat, tight braided bun, ensuring it would not hinder her movements. She was garbed in a unique, perfectly tailored outfit woven from soft cloth and durable leather. However, the true source of her terrifying presence wrapped around her right arm. The Goddess of War, a divine sash and an absolute Noble Phantasm that remained constantly active, violently pulsed with intense magical energy, reacting directly to the monstrous aura radiating from Lancelot's sword.
Name: Hippolyta
Class: Rider
Attribute: Earth
Gender: Female
Alignment: Lawful Good
Class Skills:
Riding (A Rank): Hippolyta's mount is the majestic horse Kalion, which possesses the impossible speed and fluidity of a Phantasmal Beast. Their synchronization is absolute; horse and rider move as a singular entity, allowing Hippolyta to fire her bow with flawless precision while moving at blinding speeds. By channeling magical energy from her Noble Phantasm into Kalion, the steed can completely defy gravity, galloping backward up waterfalls of falling rubble or traversing across boulders suspended in mid-air.
Magic Resistance (C Rank): Cancels spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of greater magecraft and Greater Rituals.
Personal Skills:
Charisma (B Rank): A composite skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the command ability to unify an army or country. Hippolyta was famous for uniting her sturdy warrior women with her charisma.
Divinity(B Rank): A skill that represents the depth of one's Divine Spirit aptitude, how close one is to a Divine Spirit. As one of Artemis' virgins as well as the daughter of the Amazon's queen Otrera and War God, Ares, she is clad in a thick divine aura. But she does not have the A rank to reach the throne of a god after death.
Radiance of Thermé (B Rank): A divine blessing that emanates from her Spirit Origin, washing over the battlefield to inspire an intense martial fervor in her allies, heightening their overall offensive capabilities. This aura is highly specialized: it sharpens the strikes of female allies to absolute, lethal precision, while simultaneously weaving a conceptual, protective evasion around herself and younger allies, allowing them to miraculously slip away from fatal blows.
Priestess of the Moon Goddess (A Rank): By communing with the moon, Hippolyta draws down pure lunar mana to rapidly replenish her magical reserves and push the destructive power of her Noble Phantasm to its absolute peak. While bathed in this celestial blessing, the battlefield is illuminated for her, continuously exposing critical openings and fatal flaws in the enemy's defenses.
Stats:
Strength B | Endurance B | Agility A | Mana C | Luck D | NP A
Noble Phantasm:
Goddess of War: War God's Military Sash (Anti-Unit/Anti-Fortress A)
It is a band of fabric with a plain pattern drawn on it that she wears on her arm. Despite its appearance, it seethes with an abnormal amount of Magical Energy and possesses a divine aura thick enough to make it seem like a god itself had used it. Wearing it greatly increases the user's Divinity, Strength, Endurance, Agility, and Mana parameters. Its strength cannot exceed a certain point due to Mystery in modern society being weak.
Húbrin Anatropón Erinyes: Fury Overcomes Hubris (Anti-Army B+)
An ultimate, descending greataxe strike utilizing a divine golden labrys. Upon activation, Hippolyta flawlessly synchronizes with Kalion and charges into the sky by galloping across ascending rings of floating debris. Reaching the apex, she unleashes a singular, world-cleaving downward swing. The sheer perfection and kinetic force of this strike rival the destructive power of holy swords, capable of annihilating enemy formations and fortifications. Furthermore, as a radiant symbol of defiance against oppression, witnessing the strike deeply inspires her forces, violently amplifying the combat power of all allies present.
"So, the mad dog finally bares his true fangs," Penthesilea growled, a feral, bloodthirsty smile stretching across her face. She flexed her clawed gauntlets, completely unfazed by the sudden surge in Lancelot's parameters.
"Do not be careless, Penthesilea," Hippolyta warned calmly, her eyes narrowing as she shifted her weight. The divine sash on her arm glowed brighter, elevating her own physical limits to match the escalating threat. "His Saint Graph just experienced a massive conceptual shift. He is no longer just a Berserker; he is a master swordsman functioning on pure, unadulterated instinct."
"ARRRTHHUUURRRR!!!"
Lancelot did not give them another second to strategize.
The Mad Knight exploded forward. With his Agility now boosted to an impossible tier by Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake (Anti-Unit A++), he didn't just run—he crossed the distance in a singular, localized sonic boom. The ground beneath his previous position violently shattered.
Penthesilea reacted purely on Amazonian instinct, violently throwing her crossed clawed gauntlets upward to block.
CLANG!!!
The impact of Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake (Anti-Unit A++) slamming against Penthesilea's gauntlets generated a massive shockwave that violently tore the ashen earth around them. The sheer, overwhelming physical strength behind Lancelot's two-handed swing forced the Third Queen's armored boots to slide backward, tearing deep trenches into the soil. Her fierce smile strained as she felt the crushing weight of the legendary anti-dragon sword.
But this was still a two-on-one battle.
Before Lancelot could press his blade further down, Hippolyta flawlessly capitalized on his committed strike. Utilizing the divine physical enhancement from her Goddess of War sash, the dark-red-haired Queen leaped directly over her sister's shoulder. Spinning beautifully in mid-air, she delivered a devastating, mana-infused heel drop aimed squarely at the back of Lancelot's helmet.
Instead of taking the hit, Lancelot abandoned his lock with Penthesilea. He violently twisted his torso, swinging Arondight: The Unfading Light of the Lake (Anti-Unit A++) in a massive, upward crescent arc to intercept Hippolyta's diving strike.
The corrupted blade clashed perfectly against the sole of the Amazon's leather boot. A burst of dark mana and divine energy violently exploded between them, pushing Hippolyta back into a graceful backflip while Lancelot was forced to brace his legs against the immense downward pressure.
"Now that's more like it!" Penthesilea laughed joyously, instantly drawing her twin Kopis swords. She lunged forward like a silver flash, her blades aiming to flawlessly sever Lancelot's unprotected flanks while he was still dealing with Hippolyta.
The two beautifully fierce Queens of the Amazons and the corrupted Mad Knight were now locked in an absolute, high-speed hurricane of divine strikes, clawing steel, and dark mana, turning their section of the battlefield into an isolated zone of pure devastation.