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Facing Lu Bu's "enthusiastic invitation" to become his new battery—err, Master—the group responded with the kind of unified rejection that would've been heartwarming under literally any other circumstances.
By which I mean they shook their heads so fast they nearly gave themselves whiplash.
Hell no.
Not a chance. Absolutely not. No way in hell were they signing up to be the meat puppet of a legendary warlord with severe anger management issues and a proven track record of decapitating his own Masters.
But just as Lu Bu was clearly preparing to make his "invitation" significantly less voluntary—his hand already reaching out toward the nearest potential victim—a pillar of brilliant green light suddenly erupted from the ground far below, piercing straight through the night sky like a laser beam from the heavens.
"By the authority of the Command Spell!" a voice roared from the ruins below, echoing with fury and desperation. "Berserker! Unleash your Noble Phantasm! Everything you've got!"
"ROAR!"
The sound that followed wasn't human. It wasn't even close. It was pure, primal rage given voice.
Are you kidding? Darius III had pride too, you know. He might have been getting his ass kicked for the past ten minutes, but he was still a king. A conqueror. A warrior who'd led armies across continents.
He couldn't beat Lu Bu in a fair 1v1—hell, probably nobody here could. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stand by and let this masked freak threaten his Master right in front of him. Not while he still had breath in his lungs and strength in his massive frame.
The red light of the Command Spell flared brilliantly on The Professor's raised hand, resonating with his absolute will. The spectral form of the War Elephant of Death materialized behind Darius, fully charged with magical energy, and unleashed a torrential wave of green death directly at Lu Bu.
Lu Bu clicked his tongue in annoyance, the sound sharp even over the roaring energy blast.
He had to abandon his plan to kidnap—err, "recruit"—one of the Masters. Specifically, he'd been eyeing Maverick's... uh, Daisy. Yeah, definitely Daisy.
He spun on his heel with inhuman speed, bringing the Sky Piercer around in a devastating arc to meet the incoming blast head-on.
BOOM!
The collision was catastrophic. Lu Bu's halberd cleaved the massive wave of energy directly in two, splitting it like Moses parting the Red Sea, the halves of the attack streaming harmlessly past him on either side.
But the sheer kinetic force of the explosion—the raw, unfiltered energy of a Command Spell-boosted Noble Phantasm—launched Lu Bu straight up into the sky like a rocket, his boots leaving the rooftop at terminal velocity.
Maverick seized the moment with the reflexes of a seasoned PvP veteran.
"What are you all standing around for?!" Maverick screamed, his voice cracking slightly with adrenaline as he grabbed Daisy's hand. "Get into the stairwell! NOW! He's too big to fit through the doorway! We need to clear the combat zone so the Servants can actually fight without worrying about us!"
"Oh! Right!" Daisy yelped, stumbling after him as they sprinted for the stairwell entrance.
Down in the chat, the viewers were absolutely loving this.
[Pose]: Everyone striking those dramatic action poses! So goddamn cool!
[Simp]: Okay but The Professor is kinda daddy material right now, not gonna lie.
[DownBad]: I could make him swoon too, just saying.
[Embarrassed]: Wayne: "You guys are grossing me out, please stop."
[Runner]: LMAO Edison ran so fast he left a cartoon dust cloud! He literally yeeted Wayne!
[Graphics]: Wait, hold up—the interior modeling is fully rendered? This isn't just a texture slapped on?
[Budget]: Max really spent the entire goddamn budget on wall collision physics, huh?
[MotionSick]: STOP SHAKING THE CAMERA! I'm literally gonna barf!
[Realist]: That's not the camera shaking, genius. That's the building shaking.
As Maverick's viewpoint shifted to the interior of the office building, the chat continued going absolutely wild over the graphics engine's attention to detail.
But before anyone could properly catch their breath or appreciate the fully-modeled interior architecture—
CRACK!
A violent tremor shook the entire foundation of the skyscraper, the kind of earthquake-level force that made your bones rattle and your teeth clench involuntarily.
The 40-story building was literally split down the middle by Lu Bu's diving attack. He came down like a goddamn meteor strike, his halberd leading the way, cleaving through reinforced concrete and steel support beams as if they were wet tissue paper.
The entire structure groaned like a dying beast.
The group of Masters was immediately separated by the massive fissure tearing through the building's core. Edison, Wayne, and The Professor were thrown to the right side of the divide, tumbling across debris-strewn floor. Maverick and Daisy went left, barely catching themselves before they plummeted into the newly-created chasm.
Lu Bu didn't stop to admire his handiwork. He was already preparing to swing again, to finish what he'd started, to bring this entire building down on their heads if that's what it took.
But before he could complete the motion—
Two powerful gusts of wind assaulted him from directly behind, carrying the distinct signatures of Servant-level magical energy.
Nero and Elizabeth had recovered. They were back for Round 2, and they looked pissed.
Lu Bu found himself still suspended in mid-air amidst the cascade of falling debris—chunks of concrete, twisted rebar, shattered glass raining down around him like deadly confetti.
With a casual wave of his hand, he conjured several arrows of pure condensed mana and slammed them into the floor far below him.
BANG!
The explosions created a massive updraft of superheated air, the thermal column launching Lu Bu back into the sky like a fighter jet, dodging the pincer attack with infuriating ease. He spun gracefully in mid-air—because of course this bastard made aerial acrobatics look effortless—and leveled his halberd directly at Nero and Elizabeth, whose backs were now completely exposed.
"Beautiful coordination," Lu Bu's voice carried across the battlefield, cold and almost... appreciative? "Truly impressive teamwork. But ultimately, completely futile. Die together, brats!"
"Are you joking?!" Nero shouted back, her face twisted in defiant fury, her eyes blazing with imperial pride. "I am the Flower of Rome! The Supreme Sun that illuminates all things! Inside my Golden Theater, under my absolute rule, I will never be defeated! Not by you! Not by anyone!"
Down below, Maverick was already recovering from his tumble, pushing himself up from the debris-covered floor. He raised his Command Spell hand without hesitation.
"By the authority of the Command Spell!" Maverick's voice rang out with absolute conviction. "Saber! DO NOT LOSE!"
The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming.
Imperial Privilege stacked with the existing Golden Theater buffs. Add in Maverick's perfectly timed surge of pure magical energy via Command Spell reinforcement, all combining like a perfect cocktail of absurd power-ups.
Nero glowed.
Not metaphorically. She literally began radiating light like a miniature sun, her entire body suffused with golden energy.
A heatwave capable of physically distorting the space around her erupted from her small frame, the air rippling and warping. Her blood evaporated almost instantly from the sheer internal heat. Her golden hair ignited with flickering flames that danced around her head like a corona.
"Laus Saint Claudius!" Nero roared, invoking the full power of her Imperial Privilege. (The Glorious Imperial Rule Even Praised by Virgins!)
Her small form exploded upward to meet Lu Bu's descending strike.
"What—?!" Even Lu Bu's eyes widened behind his mask, genuine surprise flashing across his face for the first time in this entire battle.
The positions were completely reversed from their earlier clash.
Before, Nero had attacked from above and been swatted away like an annoying fly.
Now, Lu Bu attacked from above with the full force of gravity behind him... and Nero met him head-on.
She didn't just block the strike. She didn't just parry it.
She pushed him back.
Under the absolutely insane cocktail of buffs coursing through her body, her Imperial Privilege had temporarily mutated into Rank A++ Monstrous Strength—the kind of physical power that shouldn't be possible for someone her size.
For the first time since this battle began, a hint of genuine surprise—maybe even a flicker of respect—appeared in the Flying General's eyes.
BOOM!
The clash of their weapons created a shockwave that shattered every remaining window in a three-block radius.
Lu Bu was launched straight into the stratosphere by Nero's desperate, all-or-nothing strike, his body becoming a distant speck against the night sky.
Nero immediately collapsed to her knees on the rooftop, gasping for breath like a drowning woman breaking the surface. Her porcelain-white hands—those delicate, aristocratic hands—were now covered in spiderweb cracks, looking like fine china that would shatter into dust if she so much as touched anything.
Blood dripped from her palms. Her arms trembled violently. Every muscle in her body screamed in agony.
But it was enough.
She'd bought them time.
High above, Lu Bu fought against the momentum carrying him skyward, his body tumbling through the air as he tried to regain control.
But Elizabeth was already there, having anticipated exactly this trajectory.
She stomped down on the very air itself—using her Servant abilities to create temporary footholds in empty space—chasing after Lu Bu's ascending form with a look of grim, absolute determination on her usually playful face.
And behind Lu Bu, approaching from below...
A massive shadow had regrouped.
Darius III, his enormous frame covered in blood and viscera, missing entire chunks of his armor, roared with everything he had left.
"ROAR!!!"
Lu Bu's eyes narrowed dangerously as he finally stabilized his position mid-air, immediately assessing the new threat.
"A mere Berserker dares to get this close to me?" Lu Bu sneered, contempt dripping from every word as he twisted his body with supernatural flexibility. "Then you die first, mongrel!"
Lu Bu shifted his halberd into its Greatsword configuration with a mechanical click-clack, the weapon's form flowing like liquid metal, and swung it viciously at the oncoming giant with enough force to bisect a mountain.
SQUELCH.
Blood sprayed across Lu Bu's mask in a hot, crimson fountain.
The blade bit deep into Darius's shoulder, burying itself halfway into the Persian king's massive chest cavity, cleaving through muscle and bone, carving a path toward his heart.
A fatal wound. Mortal. Unsurvivable for any normal Servant.
But Darius didn't back down.
He didn't even flinch.
Instead, his eyes—those burning, resolute eyes—locked directly onto Lu Bu's masked face.
And then he spread his arms wide.
He slammed into Lu Bu with his full weight, ignoring the agony of the blade embedded in his torso.
He embraced him.
It was a bear hug of absolute death. With the halberd still stuck deep inside his own body, Darius clamped his massive arms around Lu Bu's torso, pinning the General's arms to his sides in an unbreakable grip.
"!!!"
Lu Bu's eyes widened in genuine shock as the realization hit him like a freight train.
He'd been baited.
Darius held no weapon. He'd dropped everything. From the very beginning of this final charge, this had been planned as a suicide grapple. A kamikaze move.
The Persian king had never intended to survive this exchange.
"NOW!" Darius seemed to roar with his very soul, his voice echoing across the battlefield even though his throat was torn and bleeding.
High above them both, Elizabeth took the deepest breath of her entire existence.
Her chest expanded. Her eyes glowed with magical energy. Her entire body became a conduit for pure sonic destruction.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
She unleashed a point-blank sonic scream directly onto the tangled pair, the sound waves visible as rippling distortions in the air, the sheer volume enough to liquify internal organs and shatter bones.
Under the crushing, overwhelming pressure of the sound-based attack—amplified by her Noble Phantasm's inherent torture properties—the two Servants locked together in their twisted embrace of flesh and metal began to plummet.
Fast.
Faster.
They fell like a meteor.
CRASH!
They hit the ruins of the building with the force of a tactical nuclear strike, the impact creating a massive crater, dust and debris exploding outward in a perfect circle, the shockwave shattering every intact surface within a hundred feet.
Dust billowed up in thick, choking clouds.
The earth itself groaned in protest, the crater still smoking.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then, from deep within the crater, a weak but somehow still thunderous roar echoed up through the settling dust.
"Roar... roar... roar..."
Most people wouldn't understand what that roar meant. It was too quiet, too broken, spoken in a language of pure will rather than words.
But The Professor understood.
He was being held upright by Edison, the lion-man having shielded him from the worst of the falling debris. His body ached. His lungs burned. But his eyes were clear as he looked into the dust cloud and met Darius III's resolute, glowing eyes through the haze.
Do it, Master.
The unspoken command was clear as crystal.
The Professor felt a crushing wave of sorrow slam into his chest like a physical blow. This was his partner. His Servant. His friend.
But he didn't hesitate.
Not for a second.
He raised his trembling right hand, his face streaked with tears that cut clean lines through the dust coating his skin.
"By the authority of the Command Spell!" The Professor screamed, his voice breaking, tears streaming freely down his face as he poured everything he had into the command. "Charge! Death War Elephant! MAXIMUM FIREPOWER! CRUSH HIM TO DUST! DO IT!"
Down in the crater, Lu Bu was struggling desperately to pull his weapon free from Darius's body, his hands slipping on blood-slicked metal.
He looked up just in time to see the massive spectral war elephant materializing directly above him, glowing with the sickly green light of imminent death.
His eyes widened behind his cracked mask.
"Berserker!" Lu Bu's voice carried genuine emotion for the first time—was that... respect? Fear? "You absolute lunatic!"
"ROAR!!!"
The final roar of Darius III echoed across the battlefield like judgment day itself.
Then the world turned green.
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