Crazy Britain:They’re All Raising Me

Maeve's appearance at this moment was completely unexpected by everyone.

After her decisive retreat and the assumption that she would stay holed up in her base, everyone thought she would remain on the defensive. But unexpectedly, at the very moment when the forces had already surrounded her, she boldly revealed herself.

"What's with those looks? Did you really think that the advantage lies with you right now?"

Seemingly pleased with the confused looks on the soldiers' faces, Maeve laughed loudly and triumphantly.

"Well, that works in my favor! I wanted you to think that, after all. If you didn't think so, how would you foolishly walk into my trap and give me the chance to wipe you all out?"

With that, she raised her hand, and intense magical energy began to gather at her fingertips.

"You fools! You know who I am, the Queen Maeve! But you don't even know my greatest masterpiece?!"

As the tremendous surge of magical energy erupted, without hesitation, Guinevere sprang into action. His body turned into a streak of light as he charged at Maeve, his molten spear crackling with red dragon lightning, aiming directly at her.

But at the same moment, another crimson thorned spear stabbed from the side, smashing into Guinevere's spear, deflecting his strike with an immense force.

"Did you forget about me?"

A deep, ominous voice came from the front—Cú Chulainn, the Wild King, had made his move. As the two weapons clashed and spun apart, a black-red claw shot out from the front, aiming straight for Guinevere's chest.

Just as the claw was about to tear into his heart, Guinevere swung his empty hand forward, and the wind itself became a sharp blade, leaving a deep wound on Cú Chulainn's body.

They separated in an instant, and Cú Chulainn looked down at the quickly healing wound on his chest, then smirked.

"You've got something, don't you?"

Just moments ago, he had seized on Guinevere's rushed attempt to strike Maeve and aimed to cause some casualties on the Western Army's side. However, despite having the upper hand, he had failed to injure his opponent, and instead, Guinevere had found an opportunity to counterattack.

"Did you just cut me with the wind? Are you some kind of wind master?" Cú Chulainn asked, his eyes narrowing.

Guinevere, however, was no longer focused on Cú Chulainn. His attention had been drawn to the powerful artifact Maeve had just unleashed—if it could even be called an artifact.

The entire world seemed to change in an instant.

The ground cracked open, and massive, colorful, twisted flesh pillars burst from the earth in a violent eruption, stretching upward to block out the sky. Thousands of eyes were scattered across these massive columns, glowing with an oppressive magical aura that darkened the heavens themselves.

Twenty-eight Demon God Pillars rose from the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the situation had been completely reversed.

The soldiers, who had been coaxed over by Nocnare's efforts, were swept into the air when the Demon God Pillars emerged. When they fell, they were reduced to mangled chunks of flesh, as the pillars unleashed massive magical waves that swelled to a suffocating degree.

Amid this chaos, Maeve's voice rang out, full of pride.

"Hahahaha! Did you see that?! This is my greatest masterpiece! 'The Twenty-Eight Warriors/Clan Calatin!' The very warriors who once defeated the legendary hero Cú Chulainn! And now, with the Holy Grail in my hands, I can do even more!"

Maeve stretched her form with arrogance, laughing wildly.

"You thought you could defeat me by subverting just four of my Celtic servants? They're nothing compared to my true trump card!"

"Twenty-eight Demon God Pillars, each with strength far beyond that of ordinary Heroic Spirits! And you pathetic fools, how do you plan to deal with them?"

As Maeve's laugh echoed through the air, the Demon God Pillars began releasing wave after wave of magical energy, evaporating soldiers and quickly engaging with the four powerful Heroic Spirits—Fergus, Beowulf, Diarmuid, and Finn.

"How... how is this possible? This spell... can it really do this?" Roman, observing from the distant projection, was stunned. "Queen Maeve... she actually embedded the framework of 'The Twenty-Eight Warriors' to summon nearly half of the Demon God Pillars. This is insane! Even Solomon didn't attempt something like this!"

"It's... madness. But it looks like now it's time for me to make my move," a voice suddenly sounded from the battlefield's skies.

Guinevere looked up and saw Karna, suspended in the air, surrounded by blazing flames, glowing like the sun as he radiated light in every direction.

Until now, Karna had been moving with Edison and the other Chaldea forces, waiting for Guinevere and Nocnare to join up and serve as a bridge. But upon witnessing the sudden appearance of the Demon God Pillars, Karna quickly assessed the situation and acted without hesitation, flying directly to the battlefield.

He was holding his golden spear, ready to unleash his Noble Phantasm at full force.

But just before he threw his golden spear, a brilliant blue light suddenly shot across the sky, streaking directly toward Karna.

"This is—!"

Recognizing the familiar blue light, or rather, the arrow within it, Karna's pupils contracted. The golden spear he was about to throw was instantly stopped as he deflected the arrow.

"Arjuna? Is that you?"

After blocking the attack, Karna immediately locked onto a figure rising in the sky—a figure dressed in white—shouting, "Why? Why, as a hero, have you chosen to stand against humanity?"

"Do I even need to ask?" Arjuna's voice was colder than before as he readied his bow. "My reason for joining them has always been the same—I'm here to fight you!"

"This time, I will defeat you in a fair battle! Everything else is irrelevant to me!"

With that, Arjuna released a volley of arrows, each imbued with terrifying magical power, forcing Karna to defend himself and divert his focus from the Demon God Pillars.

"Hmph, Karna of the Western Army, now he's being outclassed by Arjuna. With this, the result of the battle is clear—it's my victory," Maeve said, watching the battle unfold in the sky.

"No, foolish woman... don't jump to conclusions," a cold voice came from beside her.

"Huh? What is it, little Cú? Is there something you're concerned about?" Maeve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There's one more variable," Cú Chulainn said, his icy gaze scanning the battlefield before locking onto someone. "That servant who just fought me... he's strong. Very strong. Almost as strong as me. If we let him join the fight, the Twenty-Eight Warriors will lose."

"Eh?" Maeve blinked, then her eyebrows shot up. "I see. So that's the kind of man I've got my eye on. No wonder... Well then..."

She suddenly turned her gaze to Nocnare.

"Hey! Another me! Since you're here, it must be fate! How about I give you a chance to challenge me?"

"Huh?" Nocnare blinked, confused.

Maeve smirked and crossed her arms.

"I'll let my Twenty-Eight Warriors let you pass through, but only you, and the warrior by your side. Let's have a 2v2 battle! We'll see if your hero is stronger or if my little Cú is stronger!"

With that, Cú Chulainn scooped Maeve up, and in a series of swift movements, they leapt into the city.

"…You really do have some nerve," Nocnare muttered. But at the same time, her competitive spirit was ignited.

"Alright! It's time for me to show the value of 'Pan-Human History' me and my 'Guigu' combination! Don't you think so, Guigu?"

"..."

At her words, Guinevere paused for a moment, momentarily stunned.

But quickly, he came to his senses.

It seemed that, seeing how Maeve referred to Cú Chulainn as "Little Cú," Nocnare, not wanting to fall behind in this regard, had also given him a similarly affectionate nickname—"Guigu."

After realizing this, Guinevere helplessly shook his head, placed a hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"At your command, my Queen."

"—Are you going to accept their challenge?" At that moment, a voice came from behind them—Nightingale, along with Edison and the Chaldea group, had arrived.

"Of course!" Nocnare nodded confidently. "There's no reason to back down. By the way, who are you?"

"She's Miss Nightingale," Guinevere explained. "She's an amazing woman and an important member of the Western Army. Let's see what she has to say."

With Guinevere's endorsement, Nightingale spoke up without hesitation.

"That warrior... could it be the Cú Chulainn from Celtic legend, the one Maeve ensnared and had killed?"

"Huh? What's going on? Aren't they a couple?" Nocnare asked, confused.

"They may look that way now, but that wasn't the case when they were alive," Guinevere replied.

"Maeve was determined to conquer all the Ulster heroes, but when she became the wife, lover, or mistress of many of them, she met the one who rejected her—Cú Chulainn."

"And to win him over, she started a war... which led to his death. So, it's really strange to see them as allies now."

"Wait, really?" Nocnare was shocked. "Was I really that obsessive in Pan-Human History? No, no, no... What was her goal to conquer all men? How reckless! And considering they were enemies, how did they end up together? This is so weird..."

As she spoke, Nocnare suddenly recalled a certain simulation where she too had been an enemy of Guinevere.

At this point, Nightingale spoke again.

"Anyway, that man is sick."