-197- [ Camilla ]

As mentioned earlier, the Demon Wolves are of the same type as the Magic Ants, with the only distinction being that the ants are strength-based and the wolves are agility-based. One possess incredible strength comparable to Upper-tier familiars, and the other possess incredible agility comparable to Upper-tier familiars.

Given this, the Demon Wolves share a common trait with the Magic Ants: they consume relatively low magical energy when summoned individually, relying on their sheer numbers to overwhelm opponents. They are familiars that can be used in mass combat tactics.

During the previous attack on Orleans, although Rozen had summoned Demon Wolves, he only used them for transportation and didn't consider using them in combat.

After all, could Demon Wolves of mid-tier really be a match for the upper-tier Wyverns?

But now, the circumstances had changed.

Under Amadeus's Noble Phantasm, the Wyverns collectively experienced negative effects like lowered strength and ongoing damage.

The diminishing effects that even affected Servants with it's melody, which lowered their attributes by at least one rank, showed no mercy to the Wyverns. They were weakened to the point where they were mere cannon fodder, even less formidable than the Demon Wolves.

In this scenario, Rozen utilized the power of a Command Seal, using all of his magical energy to cast the "Summon Giant Wolves" spell at maximum strength. The resulting pack of wolves matched the Wyverns in quantity and surpassed them in strength.

As a result, the wolf pack unleashed slaughter within the Wyvern horde.

"-----!"

Amidst sounds resembling flesh being punctured, torn, and bitten, the Wyverns were attacked by the Demon Wolves, leaving behind pools of blood and mournful cries.

"Kill them!"

"Charge!"

The French soldiers charged forward, their weapons slashing and stabbing at the Wyverns. Their attacks pierced the Wyverns' bodies smoothly.

Originally, the French army was outnumbered, but with the assistance of the Demon Wolves, they managed to overwhelm the Wyvern horde.

"Charge into Orleans!"

Gilles, also wielding a longsword, fought fiercely while leading the charge, raising his voice in a battle cry as he led the charge towards Orleans.

Compared to two days ago when only Mash charged ahead on the frontline, this time, the French soldiers fought with renewed spirits, slaying the enemies in their path.

Although the weakened Wyverns could perhaps contend against individual soldiers, under the collective siege from the soldiers and the concentrated bombardment of artillery shells from behind, they were systematically defeated one after another.

The situation had completely shifted in favor of the French army.

Until...

"----Kazikli Bey----!"

In an elegant yet somber voice, countless iron stakes sprang from the ground and shot towards the Demon Wolves.

"-----!"

Accompanied by the sounds of flesh being torn, the rampaging Demon Wolves were abruptly impaled by the iron stakes that had suddenly erupted from the ground. The spikes pierced through their bodies, silenced before they could even howl, left hanging on the battlefield.

"----Phantom Maiden----!"

Following the elegant and somber voice, another voice resounded across the battlefield.

However, this time the voice didn't summon iron stakes; it brought forth instruments of torture.

"Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the resounding boom of the atmosphere, multiple Iron Maidens appeared on the battlefield. Resembling coffins, they swallowed up unsuspecting soldiers one by one, swiftly closing on them.

"----!"

The next moment, sounds of tearing flesh echoed from within the torture devices.

"Ugh... Ahhhhh!"

What follows were cries of agony

The cries of the soldiers

And then, within seconds, their cries grew weaker.

Subsequently, crimson blood flowed from the doors of the torture devices.

"They're here...!?"

In the rear, Amadeus, who had witnessed this scene, wore a serious expression.

At this point, the Servants who had unleashed their Noble Phantasms slowly entered the battlefield.

"Though it's not the blood of beautiful young maidens, the strong soldiers' blood is equally capable of igniting my fighting spirit. Not bad at all," said Assassin as she emerged from one of the devices, wiping the blood that had flowed from the iron maiden onto her lips. She wore a sinister and malevolent smile, her expression intoxicated.

"I've impaled many humans, but as for wolves, I haven't threaded them with my 'stakes' before," added Vlad III, who also wielded a long spear. He seemingly manifesting from a gathering of bats that had appeared from nowhere, and stood before everyone.

The opposing Servants were finally in action.

"Come forth, let the slaughter begin."

Vlad III extended an invitation with a smile, as if inviting others to a feast.

"A feast of blood and screams? That suits me just fine!" Assassin laughed in delight.

The most formidable adversaries had blocked their path.

"Ugh...!"

The French soldiers involuntarily took a step back, their faces turning pale.

Even if there were only two enemies, the soldiers here had witnessed how these two servents had mercilessly slaughtered countless of their comrades in the central square of Orleans just two days ago. Naturally, they couldn't believe that charging forward would guarantee victory.

"Do not waver!"

Only Gilles stood in the midst of the troops and shouted.

"Advance! Move forward!"

Gilles rallied their morale.

Unfortunately...

"Your courage is commendable, but I, too, am someone experienced in leading troops into battle. I will not allow such insolence in my presence."

Such a voice entered Gilles' ears, causing his expression to change.

At the same time, a pitch-black shadow shot forth like an arrow from the front, reaching Gilles in an instant.

Within the shadow, Vlad III emerged quietly.

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by the sound of air being split, Vlad III's iron stake-like spear cut through the air, aimed at Gilles.

With that strike, the air was compressed to an astonishing degree.

Human reaction time was simply insufficient to dodge this attack, leaving Gilles to watch death approach helplessly.

However...

"To employ such fine techniques against ordinary humans, you truly have no sense of proportion."

A gentle reproachful voice sounded, and a silent mass of dark flames swept in like a gust of wind.

"Oh?"

Vlad III immediately halted his attack, his form once again transforming into a shadow as he evaded the cluster of flames.

"Kiyohime, Sanjo."

Cloaked in a kimono, Kiyohime walked forward gracefully and murmuring softly.

"Master, are you watching me?"

The answer to this question came not from her master, but from her opponent.

"I see, so you're the next aggressor in line for execution?"

Vlad III emerged from the shadow once again, gazing at Kiyohime with a combination of elegance and pride on his face.

As for Assassin, the moment she saw Kiyohime appear, her eyes flickered with a crimson light.

"Beautiful maiden, ah, your blood belongs to me."

Assassin's voice exuded desire as she prepared to attack.

However...

"I've had enough of you!"

A clear shout rang out. Then a microphone-like magical spear pierced towards Assassin from behind with astonishing speed.

"Clang!"

The clear sound of impact resonated as the magical spear's strike was blocked.

Blocked by the torture instrument in Assassin's hand.

However, there was no trace of relief on Assassin's face.

For that brief moment, an expression of shock and fear unlike anything she had ever shown before appeared on her face.

"You... you are...!?"

Assassin's voice was filled with disbelief.

"Hmph!"

Elizabeth, wielding the magical spear, gazed at Assassin with pity before speaking.

"I finally meet you!"

Elizabeth revealed Assassin's true name.

"Carmilla!"