Such a nostalgic feeling...

Both Caster and Ryunosuke did not recognize Drako.

Although they had seen the great battle that had happened at the port thanks to Caster's magecraft, Drako was wearing his armor at that time.

Besides, Ryunosuke was just enjoying the battle like a movie, while Caster had his eyes on Saber because of her strong resemblance to Jeanne d'Arc.

"I see you don't look so good, Gilles," Drako said with a smirk. "Has Jeanne rejected you?"

Caster's pale face darkened, which was a fantastic sight in Drako's eyes.

"Damn you, you must be one of those who have brainwashed my dear holy maiden, I curse you!"

Gilles' face distorted as he screamed, bringing his hands to his face and clawing at his cheeks. He really was mad.

"Since that's the way things are, I'll kill you first and then help Jeanne get back to normal."

With his black cassock covered with the blood of the children who had recently been killed, Caster stood in the middle of the sea of blood with a chilling and terrifying smile.

"What do you think of this tragic scene - mortifying? You know..."

Drako wasn't willing to listen to a single word from Caster. He raised his bow and aimed in the direction of the Servant's heart. An arrow appeared in position to be shot.

Sensing the desire to kill in Drako's eyes, as well as the danger coming from his weapon, Caster stopped talking. He pulled one of his hands out of his cassock, revealing a strange book.

Without any doubt, that was Caster's Noble Phantasm.

Sensing danger, Drako hastily moved to the side. Where he stood before, a tentacle came out of the ground at high speed.

Drako's face turned pale.

Not so much because the tentacle could have killed him, but because of the direction the attack had taken.

That was headed straight for his ass!

At the same time, numerous tentacles came out of the ground, surrounding Drako.

Those monsters are about the same size. They have no limbs or lower body, making them impossible to describe in words. There is a circular mouth at the end of each of those limitless tentacles. The mouths contained razor-like teeth like those of a shark.

These were the Horrors.

"You should have made better preparations before you confronted me."

Caster laughed as if celebrating his victory. The book in his hand glowed, and Drako could feel the massive amounts of prana surging around the book, like its center, and expanding outward.

Caster was certainly not relying on his Stats. The danger Drako felt from that book and Caster was not inferior to the one he felt from Lancer.

"This is the magic book my friend and ally left for me. I obtained the means to lead demon armies using this book. What do you think, is it not that no other army can stand against my demon army?"

Drako just looked condescendingly at the tentacles that appeared and slowly surrounded him.

He heard a strange noise coming from behind him. Drako turned and saw a horde of tentacles arrive on the scene. Without a doubt, these were the tentacles he had destroyed earlier.

Many would have despaired at finding themselves in this situation. However, Drako knew the reality about these tentacles.

Every time Drako killed a tentacle, it would be reborn within seconds. At the same time, Caster was going to keep creating new tentacles.

In normal situations, Drako would have to wait for Caster's prana to run out. However, Caster did not use his prana to summon these monsters. He only used the seemingly infinite prana coming from the book.

That book is a prana furnace with an incredible capacity, a monster that can use magic for its own power. Caster did not read the spells from the book's pages, but only freely manipulated that book that served as a source of prana.

100, 200, 500…

Drako had lost count of how many tentacles surrounded him. However, he just looked at Caster calmly, who returned his calm gaze.

They both flashed self-confidence, both knew they were going to win against their opponent.

Drako was not going to kill the tentacles one by one. That was stupid; they didn't even give experience!

Drako aimed his bow towards the ceiling. His black arrow began to take on a silvery glow, the same glow that was taking over his entire body.

It was a glow he had already seen on Zoe, Thalia, and Bianca. A glow that was appearing for the first time on his body.

Yes, because he was also part of the group called Hunters. And it was time to prove it, saying a prayer for his Goddess and his annoying brother.

"With my bow and arrows, I respectfully ask for the divine protection of the sun god Apollo and the moon goddess Artemis."

Drako shot the arrow, which immediately split in two. The power of these arrows was such that they easily pierced the roof of the place, getting lost in the night.

"I offer thee this calamity."

Caster sensed the danger approaching him, his book opened, and the pages moved at high speed.

"Phoebus Catastrophe!"

The ceiling disappeared.

The dark night appeared, and instantly vanished.

Drako watched with a smile as the countless arrows descended upon him and his surroundings. Annihilating everything around him.

This was Drako's power as a Hunter of Artemis.

The Phoebus Catastrophe that Drako had just used had nothing to do with the one he used when Akeno's house was attacked so many years ago.

"Sigh... such a nostalgic feeling."