Lancer of Black was unarmed. He wasn't wielding his spear, and merely rode his horse.
Dragon Tooth Warriors became roused up as they sensed the approach of a Servant. It wasn't just one or two hundred of them. A force of over five hundred Dragon Tooth Warriors tried to swarm him.
Of course, a pile of small fry soldiers was no problem at all for a Servant like him. But it would still be foolhardy to plunge straight into the midst of them.
Lancer made his golem horse kick off the ground and jump high through the air. Spreading his arms wide, he declared in a sonorous voice.
"Come, savages who trample over my territory! It's time to discipline you! I'll turn my compassion and rage into red-hot stakes and skewer you all! And these stakes are not limited, but truly infinite, so despair—and gorge on your own blood! Kaziklu Bey: Lord of Execution!"
The ground shook slightly. The Dragon Tooth Warriors reflexively looked down. Instantly, long and narrow stakes were summoned forth throughout the surrounding area and shot up out of the ground as if trying to reach the heavens, piercing the warriors one after another. Trees were created upon the grassland plain. The stakes were slender tree trunks, and the leaves and branches were made of bone.
In the three seconds since the moment the Noble Phantasm was activated, all five hundred Dragon Tooth Warriors were annihilated.
Lancer ignored them all and merely kept heading straight towards the Hanging Gardens.
...Of course, those who sensed his intention immediately came out to intercept him.
"So you've come."
Lancer sighted two Servants heading towards him at raging speed. One held a bow, and the other held a spear—in other words, they were Archer and Lancer of Red.
While gripped by a strange joy over fighting a Servant of the same class as himself, Lancer of Black aimed at them and summoned his stakes all at once. Stakes shot up one after another upon the grassland plain they ran across. Though she dashed faster and more nimbly than a horse, Archer of Red's speed began to dull.
A stake appeared right before her eyes. Gripping the stake, she coiled her body around it like a monkey and fired an arrow at the horse-mounted Lancer.
But a stake shot out in front of Lancer and blocked the arrow. While still atop his horse, Lancer calmly remained still there. Archer of Red fired another series of arrows, but they were all blocked by stakes that shot out of the ground.
This Lancer was able to protect himself with stakes—Archer of Red had to acknowledge that. These stakes appeared to be his Noble Phantasm. In that case, Father Shirou had been right; this man was Lancer of Black, and his true name was—
"I suppose you're Lancer of Black, Vlad III, right?"
Just as Lancer of Red—Karna said, he was Romania's greatest hero, Vlad III.
"Hoh. Are you, who calls me by my true name, Lancer of Red?"
"That's right. Due to circumstances, I'll be taking you down. Don't think ill of me."
"No, no, there's no need to think ill of either of us. You people must kill me, and I must kill you all. It's tragic, but that's how reality is. Besides, it is my duty as a king to kill those who invade my country. So there's no need to grieve."
A stake shot out of the ground right before Lancer of Red's eyes.
"—Hmm."
But the divine spear that Lancer of Red held easily smashed the stake.
