Building a Monster Nation From Zero in Another World

"Self-destructed!"

Artoria and Gilgamesh, who were observing from afar, were surprised.

Even in the Age of Gods, such a battlefield spectacle was spectacular enough to be called magnificent.

"Iskandar..."

Waver's heart, which had originally settled, tightened once again.

In his opinion, Iskandar was already very strong.

But what he didn't expect was that Rin's side was not only not weak, but actually suppressed Iskandar's Ionioi Hetairoi.

The tens of thousands of troop disparity was not shown at all.

"Lancer?"

Sola anxiously hugged Diarmuid's arm.

The latter was quite helpless and could only comfort her: "I will protect you."

Although he said so, Diarmuid knew very well.

If it were him, facing a meat grinder-like battlefield, he would only be instantly torn to shreds.

"Mmm."

However, a woman in love clearly lacked sufficient judgment.

Lancer said he would protect her, so what else was there to be dissatisfied with?

As long as Lancer was by her side, even if she died, Sola would face it with a smile.

"Sigh..."

Diarmuid was clearly not as foolish as Sola; he knew very well that he had no chance in this Holy Grail War.

'Forget it.'

Diarmuid sighed, turning his gaze to Artoria, who was equally stunned.

Being able to come here and be loyal to his lord, Diarmuid had nothing more to be dissatisfied with.

Once this war ended, Diarmuid would challenge Saber.

"Crack crack~"

"Ah ah ah, what, what happened again?"

Waver stumbled, finding that the originally impregnable army formation had suddenly become chaotic.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

However, the shield formation could defend the front and overhead, but it couldn't defend the ground beneath.

The earth rolled, and a group of wolf-girl maidens, wearing wreaths and wrapped in green leaves, dressed like druids, rode giant wolves to reinforce them.

Their magical energy roamed beneath the earth, seeking out gaps in the magical energy, and then detonating like blooming flowers behind the soldier legions.

"Ah!!"

A portion of the Heroic Spirit warriors were sent flying into the air.

But before they could fall, numerous vines and roots had already bound their limbs.

"Puff~"

In an instant, many warriors were dismembered, then helplessly dissipated into golden particles in the air.

Different wolf tribes preferred to manifest in different forms.

The Fire-attribute wolf tribe, alongside Homura, charged forward in the form of flaming giant wolves or wolfmen.

As for the Grass-attribute wolf tribe...

The female members of this wolf tribe did not transform into beastly forms; instead, they appeared as priestesses, following their leader, Midoriha.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The bare-chested youth swung his Roman sword, severing all the giant vines.

His gaze met the wolf-eared girl standing atop the giant wolf, who was different from the other wolfmen.

"Is my opponent a woman?"

Seleucus, the 'Conqueror', founder of the Seleucid Empire, had, during his lifetime, led a thousand soldiers gifted by Ptolemy the 'Savior', reclaiming control of Babylon by incorporating garrisons along the way.

Afterward, Seleucus emulated the former King Alexander, embarking on an eastern expedition, continuously expanding his territory, becoming the only surviving successor of Alexander's era.

Historically, the empire Seleucus founded, with its 3 million square kilometers of territory, was the largest country in the world at that time.

"Have I been targeted?"

Midoriha's gaze narrowed slightly; she stepped on the continuously growing vines, looking down at Seleucus from above.

"Come on, let me witness your power!"

The girl raised both hands, and a green glowing energy sphere began to gather, quickly reaching several meters in size.

However, she did not throw it as Seleucus had imagined.

Instead, a large number of green light spots swept towards the enemy troops below like a torrential downpour, but they were expertly blocked by their shields.

Those that weren't blocked only landed on the warriors' armor, failing to breach their defenses.

"What is this?"

Seleucus was first stunned; he didn't understand what Midoriha was doing, but a faint uneasiness arose in his heart.

"Don't worry, you'll understand soon."

Midoriha smiled playfully, as if anticipating what was about to happen.

"What, what is this?"

"Damn it, I can't pull it out?"

Indeed, those blocked green light spots were not energy bullets, but parasitic seeds created by Midoriha's condensed magical energy.

"Damn it!"

Seeing a large number of soldiers bound by these strange vines, Seleucus saw invisible magical energy gathering towards Midoriha, and being transferred by her to the other Grass-element wolf tribe members.

"Is this a different ability from the Fire-attribute wolf beasts?"

If Homura's fire wolf unit broke through the military formation with brute force.

Then Midoriha's Grass-attribute wolf tribe possessed the most terrifying endurance among the eighteen wolf tribes.

They absorbed the enemy's magical energy to restore themselves.

Whether it was injuries or stamina, they could continuously replenish it.

"We must end this quickly!"

Seleucus suddenly accelerated, instantly rushing in front of Midoriha, forcing her into close combat.

"Good timing!"

Midoriha showed no panic.

As Starfang wolves, none were unskilled in close combat.

The girl summoned vine whips from the air while simultaneously stomping the ground, controlling wild roots, turning them into tentacles to lash out at the legion and the earth.

Wherever she passed, green grass bloomed, and green fluorescence continuously drifted towards her allies, healing their injuries.

"Is this the power of a Demon King?"

On the battlefield, Iskandar was not at all intimidated by the scene before him.

On the contrary, the unfolding events and the power of the wolves under Rin's command made Iskandar's blood boil.

"We can't just wait to be hit, javelin throwers, prepare!"

Following Iskandar's command, tens of thousands of spears soared into the sky.

The power of these spears, thrown by the hands of Heroic Spirits, was no less than that of a typical C-rank Noble Phantasm, and even surpassed it.

At this moment, Rin's Goblin army was still some distance from Iskandar's main legion.

"How can I let you succeed?!"

The Rock-attribute wolf tribe, led by Iwao, was not skilled in offense.

They were massive and not agile enough, so they remained at the rear, covering the main force composed of the Ogres and Goblins.

(To be continued.)

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