158: Arjuna's arrows rained down on the ground, and the Grand Duke forcibly pierced the crystal earth.

At that moment, on the surface of the black sphere at the center of Tokyo, the third and final light screen large enough to blot out the sky silently tore through the darkness.

"Zzz—"

Then, the image brightened.

It was the Mirror World's New Delhi.

Previously, in order to 'purify' the sins of the slums at a physical level, Berserker Arjuna had once unleashed a divine punishment here.

Energy of ultra-high temperature instantly vaporized tens of thousands of buildings, mountains of garbage, and even the soil. After cooling, what remained was this dozens-of-kilometers-long stretch of glassified earth, shimmering with an eerie, multi-colored glow.

And at the center of this land, several figures stood in a distant standoff.

On the left was a man clad in black armor, his head crowned with a waterfall of silver hair.

He sat upon a makeshift throne piled from broken reinforced concrete, gripping in his hand the black-shafted, gold-bladed long spear that exuded a thick, bloody aura—the impaling king.

Lancer, Vlad III.

By his side stood Radu Petrescu, the former lone wolf of the special forces.

To the right, a hundred meters away.

The dark-skinned man, draped in white robes yet bearing a shattered divine halo, hovered in the void half a foot off the ground.

His eyes were tightly shut, as if listening to some non-existent sound.

Berserker, Arjuna.

Additionally, as a witness, Ruler Jeanne d'Arc stood at the edge of the battlefield.

Her silver armor gleamed brilliantly under the reflection of the glassy ground as she forcefully planted her Irisviel flag into the earth.

"Thud!"

"In the name of the Ruler," Jeanne's voice, clear, cold, and authoritative, pierced through the screen, "The third battle, Lancer versus Berserker, begins!"

The instant her words fell, Vlad III slowly rose from his throne of rubble.

He was in no hurry to attack. Instead, with eyes that seemed to have congealed blood, he swept a disgusted gaze across the glassy earth beneath his feet.

"No scent of soil..."

Vlad III murmured in a low voice, tinged with offended anger, "To actually turn the land into such a ridiculous and fragile toy... Foreign god, is this what you call 'purification'?"

For this 'Impaling Lord,' who regarded every inch of his nation's soil as life itself and swore to defend Wallachia to the death, this act of utterly destroying the land was the greatest blasphemy against the very concept of 'king.'

A hundred meters away, the hovering Arjuna slowly opened his eyes.

Black, profound, devoid of any human emotion, with only rapidly spinning divine light-wheels.

【Clairvoyance (Transcendent) EX】, activated.

In his vision, the world was no longer a pile of matter, but countless lines of causality and concepts.

He looked at Vlad III.

Deep within the soul of that silver-haired king, Arjuna saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It was the tens of thousands of enemy soldiers impaled to protect the nation; it was tyranny, slaughter, and moreover, the vampire curse named 'Dracula' that was forcibly imposed upon him by the world and entwined deep within his saint graph.

"Sin."

Arjuna spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to sound directly within everyone's minds, carrying an unquestionable tone of judgment.

"Killing is evil, tyranny is evil, drinking blood is an unforgivable evil."

Arjuna slowly raised his hand. A black longbow materialized in his palm—the Brahma Astra, the divine bow Gandiva.

"Your very existence is a stain."

"To be judged."

Hum—!

As Arjuna drew the bowstring, the surrounding space seemed to instantly be drained of air.

Countless black points of light converged towards the bowstring, finally coalescing into a pure black energy arrow radiating an aura of destruction.

At this moment, the barrage of comments on the global internet exploded.

"Holy crap! Is this really a Servant? This oppressive feeling is even more insane than Uchiha Madara before!"

"Here it comes! The duel of the villain faction!"

"Holy crap, is this Arjuna really a hero? This oppressive feeling is even more terrifying than Uchiha Madara before!"

"Vlad III is in a tough spot here, the terrain is too disadvantageous! It's all glass here, no soil. His homeland defense bonus can't trigger at all!"

"People of New Delhi send their regards: Fight! Smash this damn glass for me too!"

On the battlefield, Radu Petrescu's pupils contracted sharply.

As a battle-hardened warrior, his instincts were screaming wildly.

"Great Duke!"

Radu growled.

"No need to tell me."

Vlad III snorted coldly, forcefully planting the "impaling king" into the ground.

"To speak of sin before me? Arrogant fool! All my actions were for the sake of the nation! What sin is there?!"

"For me—Rise!"

Rumble!

Even though the ground beneath their feet was iron-hard glassified earth, under the forced interference of A-rank magical energy, it still emitted a groan of unbearable stress.

The next second.

Twang!

Arjuna released the bowstring.

The black arrow had no visible trajectory, for it was faster than the limit of visual capture.

Like a black bolt of lightning, it instantly crossed the hundred-meter distance, aimed directly at Vlad III's forehead.

But also at that very instant.

"Impaling King: City of Impalement!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Accompanied by a teeth-grating shattering sound, the glassy earth before Vlad III exploded violently.

Hundreds of thick, sharp wooden stakes, stained with dark red rust, sprouted wildly from the smooth, mirror-like ground in a manner that defied physics!

A dense forest of stakes instantly formed. After piercing the first, the tenth, the fiftieth stake, that black arrow was finally blocked by this endless array of 'implements of punishment,' exploding violently four or five meters away from Vlad III.

Boom—!!!

A massive black fireball soared into the sky, instantly engulfing that forest of stakes.

But as the dust cleared, Vlad III still stood proudly in place.

Before him, a faintly discernible crimson barrier of magical energy shimmered—the last line of defense raised by his Master Radu using a mystic code.

"Not bad coordination."

Arjuna watched all this expressionlessly, his tone still devoid of any ripple, "But this is merely struggle."

He drew his bow again.

This time, not one arrow.

Behold, hundreds, thousands of black vortices manifested in the void behind him.

From each vortex protruded a black arrow, poised and ready.

"Since the earth obstructs me, then purify it along with the earth."

Arjuna's voice was like a divine oracle.

"Fall."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!

A sky full of arrows, like a swarm of black meteors, carrying an aura of absolute destruction, indiscriminately blanketed the two figures below.

"Madman..."

Radu gritted his teeth, the tactical dagger in his hand trembling slightly.

This level of firepower saturation was simply not a realm where humans could intervene.

But Vlad III smiled.

That smile was ferocious, mad, carrying the absolute pride of the Great Duke of Wallachia.

"Want to compare numbers?"

Vlad III violently tore off the cloak from his shoulders, raised the long spear high with both hands, and let out a beast-like roar towards the sky.

"As long as the ground beneath my feet stands, it is my territory!"

"As long as they are invaders, they shall be punished!"

"Come then—impaling king!!!"