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tide Jian was simply seeking confirmation from Morgan, through her trusted bedmate, to ascertain that her anxiety was not due to her own nervousness.

“The magical reaction in the clouds was quite intense; it expanded at least five times in the time before and after our departure,” Morgan said.

"No wonder Atlantis's spiritual veins depleted so quickly after they recovered," tide Jian sneered. "It seems the other side is watching too."

“Most likely they don’t want any more Servants from the Pan-Human History to be sent to provide support,” Morgan said without surprise. “So they specially prepared something that can transfer the magical power of the spiritual veins into the sky to expand the range of the thunderclouds and form a special defensive line.”

At this point, she smiled calmly and asked Xijian, "What does my husband plan to do?"

"What else can we do?" Shiomi summoned the chosen spear and held it in her hand. "Do you remember the days when I shared the Primal Runes with you and we studied and researched magic together?"

Morgan smiled when she heard him say that: "How could I forget?"

Although she established her own magic system, she also had a thorough understanding of the original runes.

“Among the eighteen primordial runes, there are runes used for navigation.” tide Jian took two steps forward. “In essence, it is the manipulation of elements and phenomena, making the environment change in accordance with the caster’s will.”

Morgan smiled calmly, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure.

Runes are wrapped around Longinus.

Shiomi took another half step and threw the gun in her hand towards the sky.

The chosen spear transformed into a white meteor, flying over the azure sea and heading straight for the thundercloud-covered airspace.

The white light, like an unusual bolt of lightning, pierced through most of the dark clouds, making them restless once again.

“It’s not magic, but rather the manipulation of phenomena based on power.” Morgan crossed his arms. “These Olympian gods really do enjoy interesting little tricks.”

Soon, Longinus flew back into Shiomi's hands, carrying the attack of the Primal Rune. Although it failed to dispel the dense thunderclouds, it did temporarily halt their spread.

"This is terrible! Your attack just now seems to have triggered some kind of mechanism. Now a large number of magical beasts have appeared and are rapidly approaching this area via both air and sea routes!"

The bridge communication was established, and Romani's voice rang out.

“We’ve already seen it.” Shio said, holding her gun. “It seems they’re not planning to wait for us to reach the Stormy Sea before launching an ambush.”

"They're planning to prolong the battle and wear us down, thus creating a greater advantage for Poseidon," Morgan said. "Since they've made the first move, I'll leave this to Wufu. I'll return to the bridge now and activate the Spirit Vein Blockade system."

Shiomi nodded: "Let Artoria and Master prepare for battle, the three of us will go first—"

He had only spoken halfway when the communication rang again, this time from someone else.

"...That's how it works, right... Ah, it's working..."

Drake's voice was initially filled with doubt, then with a sense of satisfaction at having solved the problem.

"Captain Drake, what's wrong?" Shio asked.

"My fellow Chaldeans, we see Olympus sending out a bunch of guys to lead the charge." In the holographic image, Drake held up two pistols. "It's so boring having you guys lead the charge every time. Can I have them this time?"

“The same goes for us here,” Bartholomew joined the communication channel, expressing the same sentiment. “How about occasionally leaving us the best parts?”

The two's ship is part of the Noble Phantasm. By releasing the true name of the Noble Phantasm, they can unleash firepower to cover the sea area in front of them.

As they spoke, the other Servants on both ships expressed the same sentiment, requesting to serve as vanguards.

Shiomi then looked left and right at the warships following on both sides of Storm Border, and the Servants on the ships also looked towards the deck at that moment.

Then, he turned around and glanced at Morgan, who was still there. She shrugged slightly and smiled easily, indicating that she didn't necessarily have to rush to be first.

“Since you all have said so, then I entrust the vanguard of the attack to you,” Shiomi said. “Please prepare your warships to unleash the true names of their Noble Phantasms immediately. Storm Border will provide magical support!”

"Roger that! Give those guys a big one!"

Drake readily agreed, and the Golden Deer instantly hoisted its sails, temporarily surpassing the speed of the Storm Border.

On the other side, Bartholomew also understood perfectly and chose to raise the sails and accelerate.

When the two sides approach each other at the same high speed, even without using a telescope, one can see hordes of magical beasts flying through the sky and swimming across the sea.

Drake, standing at the bow of the ship, grinned and laughed heartily.

The battle at Hecate, as a fight to return to the sea, was far from satisfying.

Afterwards, she and Bartholomew's ship served as the advance team to investigate the surrounding seas and islands, but they only encountered wild magical beasts and did not even see a shadow of Olympian soldiers.

"Comrades, hold on tight! Don't get swept away by the waves!"

When the ship reaches its maximum speed, the magical reaction of the hull suddenly intensifies.

"Turn into fertilizer for the ocean here, you monsters of Olympus! All cannons, aim, 'Golden Deer and Stormy Night'!"

"We can't fall behind here either, but don't worry, my ship is much more stable than Captain Drake's." Bartholomew shouted the Noble Phantasm's true name as he steered the ship, "All cannons fire! 'Black Dirty Barty Howling'!"

The overwhelming barrage of firepower was the two captains' treasure weapon.

The relentless bombardment, leaving no place to hide, whipped up giant waves and dust on the sea, resembling a long city wall.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Charging into Battle

The monsters of Olympus are special monsters created by mixing Krylonomia into the mass production of Echidna, giving them greater defense and survivability than their regular forms.

In contrast, Drake and the other Servants dispatched by the Counter Force also searched the temples on the islands and appropriated the divine relics remaining on each island for their own use, thus enhancing their abilities in every way.

The advantages canceled each other out, and both sides were back to square one.

With the combined attack of the two Noble Phantasms, the large group of monsters that were coming towards them were preemptively attacked and their numbers were quickly reduced, allowing the fleet to continue its advance without having to stop and to maintain its original speed.

"It's gotten so out of hand, now it's impossible to tell which ones I killed and which ones Captain Drake killed." Bartholomew frowned, looking like he'd miscalculated. "I should suggest changing it to a rotation attack system; that would make it easier to keep track of kills—"

Before the words were even finished, a chilling sensation shot straight to his brow and into his mind.

Then several arrows were seen piercing through the still-receding waves and smoke, heading straight for Bartholomew's face as he steered the ship.

no doubt.

On Olympus's side, who were in charge of the interception, they realized that Bartholomew was the core of the ship. Once he was killed, the ship would disappear and the Servants on board would fall into the water.

Whether friendly forces choose to rescue them or let them survive by becoming spirits, it will affect their combat effectiveness.

However, this obvious possibility was considered from the very beginning.

"As expected, there are archers. Is it that follower named Chiron?" Gareth raised his shield in his left hand, blocking the volley of arrows, and continued to maintain his defensive stance in front of Bartholomew.

Gawain gripped the hilt with both hands, blade facing upwards: "Most likely. The dust obstructing our vision hasn't cleared yet, and the midday sun is still shining. I'll use my holy sword to drive away any enemies attempting a sneak attack!"

A tremendous magical power surged from his tall and strong body. The knight of the sun, bathed in magical light, used the warship as a fulcrum, leaping several times to the mast before jumping again, soaring more than ten meters into the air.

"This radiance dispels the night and illuminates the earth—it is an inconvenient guardian—the 'Sword of Victory'!"

The sword suddenly expanded, and the sunlight wrapped around it, transforming into flames that almost ignited the sea, sweeping away everything in its path.

Many more monsters were destroyed in this attack, but Gawain did not feel the sensation of hitting a Servant.

As he landed back on the warship, more arrows flew, but Gawain calmly shot them down.

Chiron was clearly far outside the range of his Noble Phantasm, and continued to try to gain the upper hand in this way.

“As expected of a master who has taught countless Greek heroes, you have fired so many deadly arrows from a distance that I could not even see the enemy clearly.” Tristan plucked the strings of his lyre. “But Chiron of the Lostbelt, your scheme has exposed one thing.”

The red-haired knight, standing at the bow of the ship exuding a silent atmosphere, opened his sharp eyes.

“That’s what gave you away: these arrows!” Tristan said in a deep voice, nocking his weapon, which was both a harp and a bow, and unseen arrows flew out.

Amidst the roar of the wind and waves, there were also sounds of arrows colliding and then disappearing.

Tristan was not discouraged. With his keen senses, he located Chiron and forced him to draw his bow and arrow to fight back.

That's enough as a warm-up.

Soon, the three ships passed through the sea area where the monsters were being blocked. Under the dark clouds, there were even more warships than there had been on Hecate Island, lined up at sea, swaying in the wind and rain but remaining steadfast.

"What a quantity! Is this the blessing of the Olympian gods?!" Lancelot exclaimed in surprise.

In the era when the Knights of the Round Table were active, such a number of warships would have been unrealistic, let alone after two complete defeats. The fact that they could still produce so many warships shows that this strange land has extraordinary productivity.

“But so many warships mean that naval warfare is much less difficult.” Percival’s lips tightened into a line. “Because there are plenty of footholds.”

"oh oh……"

Beside them, the gloomy Mandicardo echoed somewhat uncertainly.

He certainly had the fighting spirit, but the confidence of the Knights of the Round Table, which was no less than that of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, seemed so dazzling that he couldn't keep up.

"Attention everyone! Although we have repelled the monster charge that tried to stop us, we are about to enter the stormy sea!"

Shiomi's voice rang out, crystal clear amidst the roar of the wind and waves. This was a communication effect achieved through magic.

"This is no ordinary storm; it is a defensive line woven by the gods, a storm that will attack us unilaterally! You must not venture too far alone, lest you leave the protection of the goddess Skadi unable to reach you!"

His words alerted everyone that light rain had begun to fall from the sky, and the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger.

This is the result of being near a stormy sea area.

"Knights of the Round Table! All followers of human history! Break through this line of defense, and the gates of Olympus will be within reach!" Artoria raised her holy sword high, its golden light dazzling in the darkening sea. "Survive, and then face the gods!"

Amidst the thunder and lightning, her clear and melodious voice reached everyone's ears, boosting their morale.

Inside the bridge, Olga Marie took a deep breath and then decisively gave the order.

"Full speed ahead! Concentrate Storm Border's magic at the bow and reinforce the defensive barrier!"

Then, Storm Border suddenly accelerated, and at that moment she looked back at Morgan and nodded silently to him.

Morgan nodded in response, raising his chin slightly.

"Spirit Vein Blockade Weapon, Longomminiad, loading. Round Lance, twelve units in parallel, anchoring. Attack mode against the Olympian fleet, activated!"

At this moment, all of Storm Border's cannons opened and fired ten seconds before impacting the enemy formation, raining down on the warship.

Similarly, the fleet activated its autonomous heavy bows, sending out massive magical arrows. Some were intercepted by the veil-blocking weapons, while others were blocked by the first defensive barrier erected by Shiomi before they could hit the Chaldea fleet.

To launch an attack without any worries, you need a sufficient number of defensive measures.

"Let me take the lead."

In the storm, Scáthach tossed her soaking wet hair and spoke abruptly. Before Shiomi could reply, she leaped from the deck and headed towards the central tribe of the Olympus fleet.

"Don't even think about taking another step forward!"

A familiar, irritable voice rang out.

Almost unconsciously, he turned around to fight back, and the red spear clashed with the long spear.

She clearly saw the enemy blocking her way, and then revealed a chilling smile.

"Then let's pray that you'll have good luck this time, God!"

Chapter Sixty: Melee

tide Jian was somewhat surprised that her master was intercepted by Katniss.

During the breakout battle, Katniss was severely injured by Scáthach, but she did not die.

After that, Artemis's arrow fell, and the only possibility for Caenis to survive was that she was rescued by someone or transferred by her Master, Kilshtalia, using a Command Spell.

However, he has not reappeared for a long time, either because he is repairing his damaged spirit core or because he is forbidden from fighting.

In any case, Katniss's presence here is not unusual.

After thinking it through in a flash, Shio stopped considering Katniss's problem.

His "God's Forbidden Fire" had already been bestowed upon all his frontline combat personnel, including Servants, before the war even began.

As Katniss was handed over to her master, Storm Border crashed into the Olympus fleet, causing a massive tremor.

Drake and Bartholomew, on either side, also inserted their warships into the middle of the fleet. The Knights of the Round Table and other Servants on board, in pairs, jumped out and began to attack nearby warships.

The magic of flashing swords and clashing blades unleashed wave after wave of explosions.

A metallic, multi-headed serpent emerged from beneath the sea surface, its heads hurtling towards the Storm Border deck from different angles. Some attempted to attack the ship's hull, while others aimed directly at devouring Shiomi and Artoria.

"It's in the way!"

Bagst roared and swung his greatsword straight out, severing the snake's head that was coming towards him.

"Bagust, you're responsible for staying on deck and protecting Sakura and the others from getting close." Shiomi calmly reached out and smashed the gaping maw that was trying to devour her.

As the giant serpent flipped backward, Shiomi leaped out, followed closely by Artoria and Melsin, each launching an attack on the Olympus fleet along three relatively independent but closely spaced routes.

Although Bagst wanted to rush forward, this time he had to stay on defense.

Lightning bolts imbued with high concentrations of magic kept falling from the sky, striking either the Olympus fleet or the Chaldea side.

As Shiomi predicted, each lightning strike targeted the Chaldea combatants, but the Chaldea fleet was generally under the protection of Skadi's barrier, and the lightning attacks remained ineffective.

The Servants fighting on the warship followed Shiomi's advice, maintaining continuous activity during the battle and never stopping to avoid being continuously attacked by lightning.