A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Mordred was filled with doubt as to why this red-haired man possessed his father's holy sword.

Gripping his sword tightly, Mordred made the red energy even more violent, and let out an angry roar.

"Drink up...! After I beat you down, I'll interrogate you properly...!"

Gudako, Mashu, and the others behind them were watching the battlefield with bated breath. The residual power from the clash of the two Noble Phantasms was so terrifying that no one dared to approach.

"Won't this affect the village as well...?"

Mashu looked at the battlefield ahead with some worry.

"It should be fine... Anyway, Orihara-senpai will control the power, we just need to be careful not to get caught in the crossfire."

Gudako comforted Mashu.

Mashu looked at Gudako with some suspicion, feeling that Gudako seemed to trust Orihara-senpai a lot.

However, when Mash noticed Gudako's eyes were shining, she roughly understood what Gudako was thinking.

Her senior, who was also her senior, always wanted to have powerful Heroic Spirits as her partners. Although Orihara-senpai was not a Heroic Spirit, she had even greater strength than these Heroic Spirits, which naturally made her so eager.

While Mashu was thinking about these things, the battle ahead was drawing to a close.

Mordred was enjoying the exhilarating release of her Noble Phantasm's power; it had been a long time since she had fought so freely.

However, after a while, Mordred sensed that something was wrong.

"Is that guy's magic power inexhaustible!?"

Mordred's magic power was almost depleted, and she was at the point where she was about to burn her life force.

However, when she looked ahead, the red-haired man seemed completely relaxed, as if the depletion of his magic power was of no concern to him.

Just as Mordred was feeling incredulous, the light of the holy sword that had been fighting her to a standstill suddenly intensified.

"Varied----"

difficult

With unimaginable magical power, it was crashing down in a way that Mordred was completely unable to resist.

Excessive, overwhelming—the amount of magic was simply too enormous; Mordred could feel the immense power of the opposing forces even as he gripped the King's Sword.

An endless torrent of light, a dazzling starlight.

So beautiful, so dazzling, like something precious.

There wasn't even a moment to feel the overwhelming heat, which was the starlight in the sky of the Age of Gods.

There was absolutely no chance to resist; the light emanating from Mordred's royal sword had dwindled to a mere wisp.

Even if she burned her life out, she still couldn't fight against that man—Mordred felt this deeply.

Exhausted, Mordred planted her sword in the ground, leaning on the hilt to barely keep herself upright, and looked at Shirou in disbelief.

"Who exactly are you...!?"

"I've heard that so many times I'm practically calloused."

Without wasting any time, Shirou threw the Holy Sword back into Unlimited Blade Works and instantly appeared in front of Mordred. With a casual slap, the magical armor Mordred was wearing vanished, leaving only her slender body underneath.

It looks even more barren than Saber.

Before the girl's wide-eyed surprise, the clanging of chains rang out out of nowhere, and then four silver wedges emerged from the void, binding and binding her limbs.

"W-what do you want to do?!"

Mordred was immediately terrified and tried to break free by baring her teeth and claws, but found that even if she tried her best and her face turned red, she could not break free from the golden chains.

"Damn it... You actually ambushed me! You're so despicable! If you're so capable, let me go and fight me one-on-one!!" Mordred glared angrily at Shirou.

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"How dare you speak to your elders in such an attitude? You're really not well-behaved at all."

As Shirou said this, he came up behind Mordred and then raised his right hand.

Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder echoed across the sky, dark clouds gathered and swirled, and a bolt of lightning struck from their center, landing in Shirou's hand and transforming into a golden whip.

Using the thunder as a whip, Shirou raised the thunder whip high in front of Mordred, who was bound by the "Chains of Heaven" and unable to move, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Disobedient children should be severely punished."

"I won't stop until you admit your mistake."

Snapped!

Chapter Fourteen: The Suffering of the Brat, Bedivere Appears

Snapped!

Another lash.

Mordred finally couldn't hold back and let out a scream.

"Ughh ...

The lightning whip, when it struck, caused a splitting pain and a tingling electric shock sensation. However, since Shirou controlled the lightning, it did not cause much actual damage, leaving only a few red marks at most.

But Mordred had no idea what her lower body was like at that moment; she only felt her whole body becoming numb as the whip fell.

The electric shock spread throughout Mordred's body, making it difficult for him to speak clearly.

She wanted to grit her teeth and keep quiet, but her last bit of consciousness became blurred, and with her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out due to numbness, she could no longer stay conscious.

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Seeing the increasingly unbearable art style, Gudako and Mashu were both stunned, their mouths slightly agape as they stared at the scene.

……

Unaware that Mordred was suffering at that moment, Lancelot was confronting another person in an area outside the village.

That was a silver-haired knight.

With a dignified appearance, a slender figure, and beautiful silver hair swaying in the sandstorm, he was a handsome young man with an androgynous beauty that was almost mesmerizing.

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He was polite, calm, and gentle; though a knight, he possessed a woman's delicate sensibilities.

He was not only a gentle and kind knight, but also a valiant one.

Despite having only one arm, he was an outstanding general and a knight with exceptional swordsmanship. Among the many heroes of the Round Table, who were far beyond human comprehension, he was the only knight who served the king as an ordinary human.

"Bedewell...why are you here?"

Lancelot did not attack immediately, but the way he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword was incredibly imposing.

After all, he was a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

The knight with the strongest swordsmanship.

Bedivere watched Lancelot with extreme caution, as if facing a formidable enemy.

If Bedivere were only one-armed, he would naturally be unable to fight Lancelot; the difference in strength would be too great.

However, Bedivere now possesses the "Silver Arm," which allows him to fight against these Heroic Spirits.

The origin of the "Silver Arm" dates back to Bedivere's failure to return the sword to the Lady of the Lake.

Therefore, the king was unable to completely lose himself, and assimilated with the goddess's soul within the Holy Lance, transforming into the Lion King and completely losing his humanity.

Bedivere, who wielded the Holy Sword, was also unable to die because of it. When Merlin found him, he had already turned to stone, still clutching the Holy Sword, shedding tears for someone unknown.

After Merlin saw this, he gave Bedivere a chance to correct his mistake and forged the Holy Sword into the "Silver Arm" so that he could use it.

However, the price for wielding the holy sword with a mortal body was the little flesh and soul that remained of this knight.

Even so, Bedivere was determined to move forward, willing to sacrifice his body and soul to atone for his mistakes.

"No matter what sacrifices I have to make, I will definitely—"

"Ah, definitely this time."

"I will personally bury my king."

"So, devour my soul and surge forth, Silver Meteor—'Fleeting Flash, Silver Arm (Dead End Agateram)'!!!"

The silver arm transformed into an intense flash of light, making it difficult for Lancelot to open his eyes, but this did not hinder the Knight of the Lake from retaliating.

"The shimmering light of the lake under the moon, an indestructible blade—'Aroundight'!!!"

……

"No...no...I...I know I was wrong!"

Mordred's arms swung limply.

Her heart was filled with humiliation and resentment towards Lancelot.

His companion was suffering, but that guy had disappeared somewhere.

For now, in order to get a good revenge later, we have no choice but to give in.

"Hmm, it seems like he's completely repented."

Shirou put her down with considerable satisfaction. She immediately collapsed to the ground as if her body had fallen apart. She barely managed to stand up with the support of her sword, glaring angrily at Shirou.

"Just you wait, I—"

Mordred swallowed her harsh words halfway through as Shirou slightly raised his Thunder Whip.

Having suffered such humiliation here, she no longer wanted to stay here for even a second longer.

A battle against an enemy that you can't defeat even if you fight head-on is utterly meaningless.

There's nothing we can do; Lancelot has disappeared somewhere.

The other knights must be gathered together to defeat this enemy.

Without even the courage to look back at Shirou, Mordred limped away, leaning on her sword.

"If I run away like this, everyone will laugh at me... Damn it...!"

Mordred gritted his teeth, already plotting how to gather his troops and launch a counterattack.