My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Chapter 208 Fighting

The heroic spirits fought valiantly on the front lines, forming the first line of defense against Rahm, while the human soldiers behind them did not retreat an inch.

With their current physical abilities, humans are far inferior to those of the Age of Gods, who could fight against magical beasts. However, with the help of machines, weapons, and the added advantage of their Noble Phantasm arrays, humans are not incapable of fighting against Rahm.

Not to mention, the casters who had been serving as logistics support in the rear and enchanting various weapons also came to the front lines. After all, this battle would inevitably involve pouring out all their ammunition, and only by risking everything could they have a chance of survival.

Zhuge Liang stood atop the Great Wall, facing the Rahm group without panic. Beside him, Sima Yi, Chen Gong, Circe, Medea, and many other casters were already ready.

Zhuge Liang shook the feather fan in his hand, feeling somewhat complicated. After all, the feather fan and turban were actually Zhou Yu's standard attire, and it was the impression left by later generations that influenced his perception.

"I am ashamed to face the Commander-in-Chief." Thinking of the young Zhou Yu, Zhuge Liang always felt a little embarrassed. However, he did not write "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" himself. It must be said that the fame of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has indeed made him a top-notch hero.

Although the young Zhou Yu did not hold any grudge against him because of this, he still felt awkward when he saw Zhou Yu, his toes digging into the ground.

"Kongming is troubled by this matter?" Sima Yi chuckled.

“Zhongda, you flatter me. Now, we are all here for the survival of mankind and the continuation of the world.” Zhuge Liang would not let Sima Yi laugh at him. “Regardless of whether we were enemies or friends, or belonged to any camp, we will all meet here and stand shoulder to shoulder.”

Sima Yi remained noncommittal.

As the Rahm group was about to reach their designated location, Zhuge Liang put aside all distractions and called out loudly, "Gentlemen, it is time for us to make our appearance."

"understand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling array of lights erupted across the entire front line, precisely dividing the battlefield. Those who stumbled into the traps were either torn apart by the storm or burned by flames, letting out sharp screams.

At the same time, these positions also serve to reinforce our side and curse the enemy. In addition, with the battlefield divided, Lahem was unable to form a wave, and the situation immediately stabilized.

That's not all! The casters also joined the battle, and in an instant, colorful magic cannons and magic arrays appeared one after another on the battlefield. Of course, everyone tacitly stayed away from Chen Gong.

Using someone else's Stella? That's outrageous.

Chen Gong sighed repeatedly, and as a result, even Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi quietly distanced themselves from this fellow.

"Victory doesn't require brilliant strategies or trump cards. Just be perfectly prepared, and victory will be a matter of course... Mixed element burst!!"

Sima Yi also activated his special weapon.

Meanwhile, Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan, and a scroll slowly unfurled in the sky, its pages gleaming with golden light as he wrote in clerical script: "The late emperor passed away before his great undertaking was half completed..."

Without a doubt, this is the timeless masterpiece "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops"!

As Zhuge Liang in the physical world, he is undoubtedly capable of using this EX-rank support Noble Phantasm.

"His memorial before the expedition truly made him famous for all time; who can compare to him for a thousand years..." Zhuge Liang sighed slightly. Could he really deserve the high praise of later generations? In the end, he failed to restore the Han Dynasty and protect the land of the Han people.

Even so, the power of the "Memorial on Dispatching the Troops" needs no further explanation.

Zhuge Liang slowly read the words from the scroll, and the golden characters seemed to emerge from it, surrounding the entire battlefield. Every fighter could feel the blessing from above, becoming more and more courageous with each battle.

"...The First Memorial to the King Before Setting Off For War!!"

This is the final answer to the lifelong dedication of this Shu Han prime minister. His loyalty, his talent, everything he had is contained here.

However, despite all the preparations, the heroic spirits' valiant efforts, the magicians' preparations, and even months of military buildup, with missiles exploding every second in the sky above the battlefield, the battlefield was still incredibly devastating.

Fighter jets were rarely useful on the front lines because the density of the Rahm was too high; charging in would almost certainly result in certain death. Therefore, fighter jets mostly circled in front of the rear line of defense, picking off any stragglers.

The flying Rahm was only temporarily held off by humanity at all costs, using countless munitions, because once Rahm landed, it would already be a defeat.

However, given Rahm's inexplicable hatred of humans, these dark monsters rarely cross the defensive line to the rear. Their soldiers will not leave until all the humans before them are wiped out.

Therefore, the battlefield was unimaginably brutal.

Along with the fallen heroes, the soldiers stationed at the Great Wall have already engaged in close combat with Lahem.

The sound of gunfire never stopped, and humanity showed its indomitable spirit in the face of these monsters that hated humans.

A man wielding two submachine guns shoved all the bullets into the terrifying maw of Rahm in front of him, blowing its head off. However, Rahm then pierced his chest. He pulled the pin on the explosive in his chest and slammed Rahm off the city wall.

One soldier, after having his arm severed by Rahm, bled profusely but still managed to bite open the pin of a grenade and die alongside Rahm.

Such mutual destruction is commonplace on the battlefield.

Around them, soldiers brandished standard black knives and fired continuously. Shouts filled the air, and blood and flesh flew everywhere, making it impossible to tell whose flesh it was.

Some soldiers were pierced through the entire body by the durahm, which used its sharp scythe-like feet to cut off human limbs, and the tortured humans let out terrible screams!

Some soldiers, while on the city wall, were caught off guard and fell off by a surprise attack from the Rahm. Without the protection of the Great Wall, they were instantly surrounded by several Rahm and swallowed up.

No words are needed; Lahem's malice towards humanity has created a life-or-death situation for both sides. There is no room for negotiation, no room for understanding, only—

"kill--"

The two sides clashed brutally. The warriors roared, and the Rahms sneered with cryptic meaning. Every moment, warriors stationed on the Great Wall died, and every moment, countless Rahms also lost their lives.

The battle was so fierce that it rivaled some of the most brutal battles in human history.

At this point, the surrounding situation had become increasingly dire.

Those soldiers, who were only made of flesh and blood, did not possess the power and magic of heroic spirits. They only had this life to dedicate to the homeland they wanted to protect.

At that moment, the melodious singing spread throughout the world.

"Aaaaa—"

With the help of satellites, a huge figure can be clearly seen in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

The goddess of origin opened her star-like eyes.

She rode the dark, chaotic tide, surrounded by countless flying and swirling Rahms. Without any hesitation, the moment she appeared, she moved at an astonishing speed toward the neon.

"Is it okay now?" Far away in space, Aoki Makoto, disguised as Arcueid, asked the fake Fou.

Tiamat's physical body in outer space will take some time to reach the solar system. It would be best to take advantage of this time to deal with Tiamat's soul first.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, to be able to summon a god-level Servant or strengthen an existing Servant.

“That’s fine.” Fake Fufu nodded.

“Then, the first target—Scáthach!” Makoto Aoki announced the name he had already decided on.

"Queen of the Land of Shadows, Goddess of Winter of Norse mythology, Scáthach Skadi, descend!"