Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover
Chapter 276: [276] Who Says We Have No Clothes?

Chapter 276: [276] Who Says We Have No Clothes?

At dawn the next day, the horn of battle suddenly blared.

Like a giant, the blood-colored terracotta soldier charged at the front. Using the advantage of his height and long legs, he smashed half the city wall with a single slap. As the enemy awoke from their dreams and rushed forward howling, a round of javelin throws created a miniature Wallachian impalement hell amidst the splashing blood.

The fallen beasts had no understanding of weaponry or tactics, so the Imperial Army’s charge went exceptionally smoothly. Under the general’s orders, they even extended their formation, gradually closing in on the enemy’s city like a tightening net.

This location was near Massilia. Although the terrain was somewhat uneven, it wasn’t a major factor, and the city itself was built on flat ground. Using mobile shields and mobile corridors, the Imperial Army quickly crossed the moat—only to discover with speechless surprise that there was no need to prepare siege weapons at all.

Because the enemy had directly opened the gates and swarmed out like locusts!

There was no perilous siege warfare. When the enemy was essentially miniature green Hulks, even collective heroism could overturn a well-trained army of ordinary men!

Yes—but only if the opponent was a normal human army.

Facing the lunging enemy, the Imperial Army’s formation shifted once again. The previously unified assault units began to converge, split, and finally reformed into groups of three, moving as one body to meet the zombie-like wave.

The blazing sun in the sky cast its venomous gaze, marking the blood-red glint of the Imperial Army’s weapons. It looked as if a layer of blood crystal had coated them—invincible and impenetrable. The enemies’ claws could only scrape off some crystal shards before their heads were lopped off by Roman short swords. Their bodies, momentarily dazed, were then pierced by spears. The tentacles erupting from within them couldn’t even touch the retreating Imperial soldiers.

Although some unpolished formations were torn apart by the enemy, most of the Imperial troops handled their respective foes and charged into the city without pause. Once distanced, the soldiers of the United Empire were shot through by countless arrows. Behind the battle line, the white-haired general waved a large flag, and with each motion, archers drew and loosed arrows, sending forth sharp blood-red beams.

With such seamless cooperation, the vanguard of the Imperial Army soon reached the base of the city wall. The enemy leader could no longer sit still. As ghostly green fire burned beneath the earth, countless skeletons surged from underground and assembled into soldiers. Even the fallen corpses opened their eyes, flames igniting in their sockets as they grabbed weapons and staggered upright.

"ROAR—!"

After a night had passed, a certain fully-corrupted universal cosplayer let out an angry howl. Behind him, though not quite human, an army that at least knew how to use weapons charged forward without fear of death, beginning battle with the Imperial Army.

This was none other than the Noble Phantasm of Darius III: The Immortal Ten Thousand Soldiers (Athanaton Ten Thousand). As a manifestation of the legendary Immortal unit, Darius’ Noble Phantasm greatly enhanced its traits, allowing him to summon the undead to fight. Once assembled, they could even transform into a "War Elephant of Death" to annihilate enemies.

Perhaps he would be at a disadvantage in a one-on-one Servant duel, but on a battlefield, this kind of Noble Phantasm was undoubtedly one of the most troublesome!

But Sakatsuki had discovered Darius III’s presence the previous night. How could he not prepare a countermeasure?

Flames of calamity descended from the sky. By the time "Darius III" looked up in hindsight, a blood-colored crystal arrow had already fallen from above, piercing through him from top to bottom!

In the distance, the blood-colored terracotta soldier lowered his bow. The white-haired general watched expressionlessly as Darius III, pierced through his spirit core, vanished along with his newly summoned undead army.

A decapitation tactic.

The most dangerous, yet also the most effective tactic for a general.

Darius III thought that, as a Servant, he didn’t need to fear danger. That’s why he recklessly activated his Noble Phantasm at the city gate. He had no idea that Sakatsuki was lurking far away, waiting to release a killing blow during the short rigidity that follows Noble Phantasm activation.

As the light of his spirit core’s collapse flared, the universal cosplayer hastily exited the stage. However, the Beast’s kin that possessed him would not be so easily ended. Amidst an earth-shaking roar, white light burst forth.

The spirit core was destroyed, the camouflage fell away completely, and from the churning black mud emerged—the kin of the Beast!

"GUAAAAAA—!" With a howl of pain, Darius III disappeared entirely. In his place stood the sixth pillar of sin, burdened with the shame of Dragon’s Fang!

Covered in crimson scales, the demon beast, towering like a massive pillar, roared loudly. Its iridescent eyes, like poisoned feathers, stared down at all humans present, spreading sloth and seeking to shatter humanity’s will to move forward!

A vast mass of magical energy gathered into an orb, about to pierce through the Imperial Army ahead—when a sharp-edged halberd came down and split open the beast’s flesh. Foul blood sprayed out, merging with the black mud on the ground, corroding the city and melting the earth.

The towering blood-colored terracotta soldier ignored the beast’s struggles, raised the halberd again, and slammed it down!

BOOM!

This time, the beast blocked the attack. The collision of raw power created a massive shockwave, blowing away every human within a dozen meters. It was like a return to prehistoric chaos—two giant beasts, seeing only each other, began their struggle!

The grand battle was far from over. As battle cries rang out, a new corrupted Heroic Spirit appeared at the city gate. His war spear struck his round shield, generating surging magical flames.

"We are SPAR...TA! Grrrraaaahh! Raise your shields!!"

With pain across his face, Leonidas shouted his Noble Phantasm’s true name. A writhing shape in his chest seemed ready to burst from his flesh. Golden-red light finally descended, the blessing of the God of War falling upon the United Empire’s soldiers, greatly enhancing their defense.

As though he were a disposable tool, Leonidas’ burly body shattered in the next moment. His spirit core was devoured by the red-purple beast. Immediately after, his enormous form grew in the wind and transformed into a purple-red Beast’s kin resembling a Demon Pillar. The demonic scales on its body reflected a lurid blue glow, like a greedy abyss ready to devour humanity.

The second pillar of the Beast’s kin had appeared! And this time, there were no extra giant terracotta soldiers to hold it back. Only magical orbs launched by the Beast exploded across the battlefield, sparing neither friend nor foe—turning any human into minced flesh!

As tens of thousands of troops were rapidly consumed, the white-haired general in the distance exhaled lightly. His form grew a little more translucent.

At the cost of his own stored magical energy, what appeared in its place was an increasingly solid black Xuanbird war banner.

That was the symbol of a unified empire from hundreds of years ago.

"Well then, let the true name be released—"

Amidst the fierce killing and howling wind, the distant giant dispersed thunderclouds.

At the rear of the battlefield, Sakatsuki slammed the war flag into the ground. His eyes glowed blood-red, as if they could pierce the heavens and awaken the sleeping souls of the underworld.

"Qin Code of Law, Wartime Regulation Article Five! His Majesty slumbers, and the Tiger Talisman is lost."

"Now, starting from the Grand General of Daliang, I take command of the entire army!"

"All legion units, await orders!"

Reciting millennia-old regulations with practiced ease, the white-haired man curled his lips into a faint smile.

Time had never stopped. No matter how vivid the memories, he could no longer call back the tigers and wolves of the past.

But though the body may perish, the heroic spirit remains.

As an old Qin man, as a general steeped in blood and sin—his first Noble Phantasm required only a single phrase.

Though his form was faint, the white-haired man still arrogantly drew his bronze sword and pointed to the sky. His warhorse stepped gracefully beside him, standing guard.

Word by word, his calm voice carried an indescribable weight, echoing through the deathly silence—

"How can it be said that we have no clothes?"

Then, thunder rolled.

Countless mud warriors emerged from the ground. They stomped forward with heavy steps like war drums, as fierce as thunder. Their palms slammed against their chests as they roared in unison.

"WE DO!!"

Countless voices gathered. The battle cry of the Qin Army howled—their triple chant echoing like thunder.

How can it be said that we have no clothes?

We shall share robes with you!

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