Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Kariya Matou was taken aback: "Berserker!!"

By this time, Yan Ye was already drenched in sweat.

Wait a minute, anyone with eyes can see that you and the enemy are not even in the same league. At this point, you should take advantage of the fact that the other party hasn't changed their mind and run away!

He actually took the initiative to provoke them. Faced with such an overwhelming enemy, if he didn't maintain Mordred's state and stay at his peak at all times, he probably wouldn't last even a second. But his body, which had been modified by the old man, couldn't support a Heroic Spirit in a long battle.

Kariya gritted his teeth, looking at the Command Seals on the back of his hand. Was he going to use Command Seals to strengthen Berserker? These were clearly meant for Yin Shishin's final use.

Kariya Matou, who had no idea he could win this monstrous Holy Grail War, made a deal with the old man: if he participated in the Holy Grail War in her place, the old man would let Sakura go.

That old guy just wanted me to die in his place.

It doesn't matter—it doesn't matter whether his worthless life lives or dies, but he absolutely has to make Tokiomi Tohsaka, that bastard who even gave away his own daughter and made Aoi and Rin so heartbroken, pay the price.

Kariya Matou still tried to persuade Mordred.

But being a Berserker, she doesn't retain much rationality. In addition, she's an impulsive little brat by nature. As soon as Mordred's little fangs flashed, she gave her Master a fierce smile. Normally, she's easy to talk to, but when it comes to her complicated family relationships, Mordred easily loses her rationality.

The other party might be connected to him, and there's also his father's 'sword'! These are all things that Mordred cares about.

"Shut up! Before I defeat this white... well, heroic spirit who wields my father's 'sword,' don't get in my way...!"

Mordred had originally intended to yell "scum," but for some reason, the words caught in her throat. She remembered the strange feeling of being scolded like an elder by the other party, and her heart softened, so she became polite. Then, without hesitation, she attacked Night again.

Her fierce and crazed appearance made it seem as if she had encountered King Arthur, and now she was going to settle things once again, staging another Battle of Gladiolus Hill.

Just as Mordred rushed toward the white armor, however—in Mordred and Matou Kariya's shocked eyes, the white dragon suddenly withdrew its holy sword and fighting stance, and stood up in front of them with its front door wide open and completely unguarded. Its unguarded appearance made Mordred unable to stop herself from reaching out.

This guy—has he not even planning to fight? He's not even on guard...—

"Hey, get out of the way!!" Mordred shouted in alarm and anger.

She would never accept a fight where she had to back down.

Of course—at this moment, Xiao Mo had no idea that with her power, without unleashing her Noble Phantasm, she couldn't even break through Ye's armor defense.

Just then, the white dragon armor looked up at the horizon, as if gazing at something.

This scene enraged Mordred beyond belief!

She was worried about this strange fellow. He was actually distracted? He didn't seem to take her, Mordred, the rightful heir to King Arthur and the strongest knight of the Round Table (self-proclaimed), seriously at all!

Alright, watch me cleave your tattered armor in two with one sword.

Who cares who this duck is, I'll knock it all away with one blow! Even if it's the King himself, he'd better stand still and let her cut him!

Bang~! !

Suddenly, the entire horizon was filled with a bright white light, as if a thermobaric bomb had exploded in the sky, and my entire retina was bathed in daylight.

Boom! Two explosions rang out in quick succession.

The massive explosion instantly engulfed the spot where Night and Mordred had just been standing.

Even though Matou Kariya was far away, the aftershock blasted him away. His internal organs shifted, and a large number of insects died inside his body. If he hadn't been modified and had many of his organs replaced by Crest Insects, that attack would have been enough to kill him.

Meanwhile, Fujino had already been carried away by Brunhilde and disappeared. Only Matou Kariya had suffered this loss for no reason. He was stunned by the explosion, and the Crest Worms inside him were raging in fear, causing him to writhe on the ground in pain. He was unable to pay attention to the condition of his Heroic Spirit.

Meanwhile, at the center of the explosion, Mordred's armor was blown to smithereens, but fortunately, most of the attacks had been blocked at the critical moment, and she did not suffer any fatal injuries.

but--

At this moment, Xiao Mo suddenly snapped out of her berserk state. Trembling, she looked up in disbelief at the enormous white dragon figure that enveloped and embraced her. In an instant, it transformed into a monstrous dragon—its humanoid form becoming even more ferocious and imposing, resembling an ancient white dragon in its armor. Ah, ahh, ah—!

why?

Chapter Sixty-Four: What kind of father would let his child stand in front of him?

The gleaming royal sword in her hand was still slashing at the opponent's breastplate. In fact, she hadn't even realized the sudden attack while in her berserk state, and had even increased her strength to attack the opponent.

Completely unaware that his attack had failed to break through her defenses and that no blood had been shed, Xiao Mo was so shocked by the enormous scene before her that her eyes turned bloodshot.

The terrifying dragon's posture, however, gave him a strange sense of security.

Just moments before the light descended, Mordred's intuition sensed how powerful, swift, and ferocious the attack—no, how two attacks had landed.

That was an attack that could engulf an entire street and turn the whole area into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The chemical reaction resulting from the combined explosions was so powerful that it was no less terrifying than being caught in the beam of a Noble Phantasm unleashed on a city.

Without preparation, being caught naked in the very center of such an explosion—even Mordred, clad in full armor, would be severely injured and forced to return to Valhalla.

She was always disliked and wary of by her colleagues. Even the knight king she admired and her beloved father never gave her a second glance, regarding her as a stain on their lives. Who would risk their life to protect someone like her?

At this moment—in the sky…

Two very distinct voices rang out.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! This is! The descent of the sun! I've heard that those who commit the sin of arrogance will be punished by heaven! But nothing has happened—there are far too many rabble here. Well then, let me clean up the ground first!"

"Hmph—! After taking the hits of my A-rank Noble Phantasm, which I unleashed at the cost of self-destruction, and your solar ship's attack, not even a single weakling has disappeared? Your sun—don't bring out your shameful attacks again. It's time for me to take over the battlefield. Let me test the strength of the enemy Servants!"

Before they knew it, the sun boat of the dark night had arrived above their heads.

Clearly drawn by the commotion of the battle, Gilgamesh and Ozymandias, who had just arrived, did not greet each other and coincidentally launched their attacks at the same time.

Clearly, neither of them held back when they were serious, and Gilgamesh didn't even seem to care that the attack might affect Mordred, who was suspected to be on the same side.

If someone dies in that kind of attack, they're nothing more than useless minions, worthless junk, not worth a second glance, let alone minions on the battlefield who seem to have some connection with the enemy.

That inability to see the situation clearly, that willful and tyrannical attitude, will only make Shan Shan see ugliness and displeasure.

It was so disgusting that he couldn't bear to watch it anymore...

He didn't need those who wavered on the battlefield. The opponents were beasts and gods; without complete focus, defeat would be swift. Although the enemy camp wasn't without potential adversaries, however…

With just one glance, one could sense a powerful and pure 'evil' emanating from the white dragon, something so 'pure' that even Gilgamesh found it unsettling.

Purity equates to strength—that armor might even be related to a beast, an enemy that is absolutely impossible to turn against, an enemy that can only be defeated and subdued here.

Excellent—let's test the enemy's lineup first. If there's an opportunity, it would be good to take advantage of this to eliminate one enemy and reduce the pressure on future battles.

Even though the two arrogant kings had never thought of joining forces, their combined attack did not leave a single scratch on the armor. Instead, it seemed to become even more powerful.

This scene caused the two kings, who appeared calm and collected in the sky, to become slightly serious inside.

Those two attacks, which could have sent ordinary heroic spirits to their deaths, didn't even break through the opponent's defenses.

Just how strong is this guy? Could the defense of this armor really be comparable to that of a pure-blooded dragon?

Dragons from the Age of Gods?

Ramses II: "Golden—I sensed the presence of my kin—the sun—on that white dragon. Let me handle this battle. Perfect—I'm quite curious about its true nature!"

With that, Ra-2 shouted in a loud and earnest voice, "By the radiance of the sun! I will burn you all to ashes! Now, right here! Witness the divine might of the Pharaoh! Heh he ...

Boom, boom boom! Several more white lights exploded one after another in the sky, as if the omnipotent god Zeus had descended and the atmosphere was shaken. The terrifying power made the heroic spirits (the true faction) who witnessed the scene feel horrified and speechless.

So powerful! That man who pilots the Radiant Spaceship and calls himself Pharaoh!

When the magical light descended directly from the sky, Mordred became anxious—although she didn't know the situation, since the 'white' guy was her enemy, he must be a Heroic Spirit of the same faction as her.

They attacked her along with them, without any mercy. But that doesn't matter...

The intense emotional shock caused by Ye's actions hadn't subsided for a long time. 'Who—are you?'

Why protect me?

Originally, as an enemy, she didn't need to care about the other party's safety at all.

But—having never felt a father's love since childhood, Mordred had just experienced an indescribable sense of security in the embrace of the night. Even the cold, dragon-shaped armor, with its scales, seemed to give Mordred a feeling of fatherly love that was both majestic and subtle, yet warm and comforting.

Damn it—! I don't know why, but my body is inexplicably hot and I want to move to protect this big guy!

Becoming such a huge size makes you a sitting duck, doesn't it? What an idiot!

Mordred's face contorted with rage. He raised his greatsword, ready to unleash his Noble Phantasm, and blasted the two annoying, golden figures in the sky to smithereens with a single strike.

Follow your heart! At this point, who cares if you're teammates? Let's all just go our own way!

however--

Suddenly, a claw pressed down on her head. The enormous claw, which was clearly huge and ferocious, and seemed capable of easily crushing Mordred's petite body, gently rubbed her head a few times, suppressing her movements.

This head pat completely stunned Mordred.

"It's alright—such a tiny attack wouldn't even harm a hair on my head. Besides—"

Boom! The enormous white dragon stood upright on its upper body, its massive body actively meeting the attack, and with a single flap of its wings, it shattered all the incoming magical light.

That powerful posture, seemingly effortlessly crushing all intruders with a single glance or breath, and that awe-inspiring, inviolable, sacred, magnificent, and beautiful figure, instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

"What kind of father would make his child stand in front of him to fight!" The words were incredibly majestic and awe-inspiring. The white dragon's domineering figure released a powerful aura, causing the entire atmosphere to tremble and ripple with terrifying, tangible waves.

Xiao Mo's body was already stiff at this moment—his mind was filled with only that last sentence, and the next moment his breathing became rapid and his emotions suddenly became intense.

He just called himself—what?! Mordred: Father—Father King?

Chapter Sixty-Five: All of Tokyo's attention is focused here; the mythical era returns.

Roar! The sound that shattered space and made the heavens and earth tremble, the ancient dragon's roar echoed throughout Tokyo.

What was that sound?

For the mysterious and obscure present world, it's as if we've suddenly returned to a distant mythological era.

The next moment, the enormous figure of the white dragon appeared in the city of Tokyo, in the direction of the collapsed Tokyo Tower.

The enormous figures of those monsters, Golza and Melba, from the movie, immediately attracted the attention of countless ordinary people.

Some office workers were oblivious to the coffee spilling onto their black stockings, staring blankly at the enormous figure on the horizon.

In the sky, Gilgamesh had summoned his Vimana at some point and left the solar ship: "It's as if the age of mythology has returned... It makes even this king's heart surge with emotion!"

Does the Holy Grail War need to be conducted in secrecy?

At such a critical juncture, almost no heroic spirit would take such a matter to heart; it would be good enough if they didn't scoff at it.

Even as heroes, they are all unruly and lawless, none of them will follow the rules and fight honestly in the shadows.

Heroes should be able to defeat evil dragons amidst the cheers and admiration of the people—and receive the honor they deserve. This was the daily life of those kings and heroes in their time.

Mordred below asked anxiously, "What...what did you just say?"

However, the white dragon's gaze no longer fell on them, but instead turned to the two kings on the horizon.

The next moment, countless rays of light flashed on its wings, transforming into countless beams of light that shot straight into the sky.